Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 1474, where can I survive

Yaoyao looked at her firm gaze, understood her intentions, frowned, and said rationally: "But the twisted melon is not sweet. Even if you like Xiaoqi, Xiaoqi may not mean that to you. After all, he is so many years older than you, and today is the first time he saw you after you grew up. It should be difficult for him to treat you as a girl."

Upon hearing this, Jill's beautiful eyes darkened, and the fingers resting on her knees tightened.

She also thought about this level.

Yaoyao sighed, "If you really like Xiao Qi, but he doesn't marry, we can ask the emperor to make Xiao Qi as your cohort. But Xiao Qi may not be happy."

Jill was silent for a long time, then nodded, "I understand."

Yaoyao looked at her hesitantly, "Then what do you want to do next?"

Ji Er leaned her head on her shoulder, and said tiredly: "I can't do anything, let alone ask my father to make an order."

Yaoyao breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the words, she was afraid that Jill would do some extreme things for Xiao Qi, which would hurt herself in the end.

She just wants Jill to be happy and worry-free all her life.

She gently patted her sister's back distressedly, "It's late, go to bed."

"Okay." Jill answered and lay down on the bed.

Yaoyao thought for a while, and said, "You go to sleep a little bit. Our sisters will sleep together tonight."

"Ok."

Seeing the sisters' eyes drooping, the Chang clan closed the door and left the bedroom.

Conquer the South General Mansion.

This year's Zhengnan General's Mansion has gained a bit of popularity because of the general's return.

Because tonight is New Year's Eve, but Steward Chen has not yet fallen asleep, so he carries the lantern and goes around everywhere.

When passing by the general's yard, I suddenly heard a strange noise.

He was taken aback, and quickly picked up the lantern to look at it, and saw a figure rolling down from the roof and into the snow.

Steward Chen thought he was in Xiaoxiao and was about to greet people, but saw that the man slowly stood up from the snow, wearing a thin coat and long hair, draped randomly over his shoulders.

With the lights under the corridor, he finally saw clearly what the man looked like.

"General--" He exclaimed, and hurried over.

When I got closer, I saw that the general's coat was covered with blood, bright red, and it seemed that blood was still bleeding outside.

"Are you injured?"

"It's okay." On the seventh day of the day, clutching the wound, he walked into the house with some vain steps.

Steward Chen didn't dare to neglect, so he hurriedly invited the doctor over.

When the doctor came over, he had already changed into a clean shirt on the seventh day of the year. He was leaning on the bedpost, his handsome appearance was pale, and his whole person lacked energy.

After inspecting his wound, the doctor took a breath, "Why did it hurt so badly?" He said in his mouth, but swiftly took the wound medicine and gauze out to stop the bleeding.

Steward Chen stood by and was shocked when he saw the wound on the seventh day of the month.

At night, the general was drunk in the palace and was sent back by the emperor.

At that time, he personally helped people into the house. At that time, the general was already drunk and unconscious, but he didn't hurt himself. How could he hurt himself like this after only half a night?

Moreover, the general's martial arts is unfathomable. Who can wound the general so badly?

Steward Chen was suspicious and wanted to ask, but looked at the general's expressionless face and was a little bit embarrassed, and finally had to give up.

After working for a long time, the doctor bandaged the wound on the seventh day.

He wiped the sweat from his head, and said in relief: "Fortunately, after the general's physical fitness, he has high internal strength to support him. Otherwise, how can he survive the wound so deep?" In the words, he was quite impressed.

The general looked young, but he didn't change his face during the bandaging process. He didn't say a word. He was a man with firm perseverance.

On the seventh day of the seventh day, he glanced down at the place where he was seriously injured, his expression was complicated and difficult to distinguish.

(End of this chapter)