Chapter 435

When Zhou Jin came back, he suddenly saw Jun Zilin's medicine bowl fall to the ground, and then the whole person shrank back into a ball, as if to avoid the overwhelming suffering.

With a hook on his long arm, Zhou Jin held his hand.

Easily shrunk into a small group of Jun Zilin into his arms, arms between the love imperial concubine, like suffering to the extreme, thin body trembling in the war.

Zhou Jin found that his concubine seemed to be light again.

Finally, his fatter body seemed to return to the origin.

Seeing Jun Zilin's small face, frowning and holding her abdomen, she seems to be suffering a lot.

Zhou Jin's face is more and more heavy. He wants to punish the disobedient little guy in his arms! So he treated her coldly, ignored her and forced her. It was because she was so disobedient and didn't care about her husband!

Hurt the throat, blindly run out, do not cherish themselves!

In fact, Zhou Jin was not angry at all. His princess was in the manor, making a storm all over the city.

Anyway, his reputation is there, and it's boring not to toss about.

But Zhou Jin cared a lot, for example, he secretly sent someone to protect the princess, but in the end, he didn't get half a word of love.

Princess Jin disguised herself as a man, ran to the yamen, went outside the city, dug and examined the corpse at night;

then she ran to the gambling house, just for a dead man.

Zhou Jin felt that in her heart, only corpses, dead people and cases revolved around her. Nothing else. Oh, and Fu yarou.

And his grand king of Jin, her husband on the couch and ranked in the number one?

Zhou Jin calmed down and looked at the little guy in his arms.

After all, he couldn't bear it. He tightened his arms and went to the bedroom.

In the evening, I only drank half a bowl of millet porridge. After more than half an hour, it was digested. But now he poured down a bowl of bitter medicine. Junzilin only felt that his stomach had become a rotten film that was about to be eaten away. As if the next moment, her stomach will be melted, and then these bitter medicine flow around, flowing full of her stomach.

It's very uncomfortable.

Put on the couch, Jun Zilin shrunk into a ball, the body bow into a shrimp. Two hands pressed on the stomach, eager to directly swallow things are taken out.

Her forehead was dripping with sweat. She closed her eyes and tried to get through the pain.

Until her eyes seemed bright, she slowly opened her eyes and saw that she had come to the bedroom and was still lying on the couch.

Three bright candles were burning in the bedroom, which made the room bright.

But she was the only one in the big room.

How did she come here?

Jun Zilin found that she couldn't remember.

Well, she got up and went to the candle to blow it out and rest.

With a puff, she blew out the thick candle wax on the left.

At this moment, the familiar footsteps came.

It was Zhou Jin's footsteps.

Although Jun Zilin knows that Zhou Jin's martial arts are very good, except for the time when Zhou Jin was using a wheelchair, she couldn't hear the footstep of this man. At other times, if he no longer uses a wheelchair, then this man has been walking normally and making footstep normally like an ordinary person without martial arts.

In this way, Jun Zilin will not be frightened when she suddenly realizes that someone is approaching without footsteps.

At the moment, hearing the footsteps of Zhou Jin, Jun Zilin's heart is slightly ironing.

She never thought that one day after hearing Zhou Jin's footsteps, she would have a sense of inexplicable peace of mind.

But it was just a moment.

After Zhou Jin came in, Jun Zilin felt the pressure and hit her tightly.

Thinking of Zhou Jin's cold war, she did not dare to turn around and smile at the man as before. Although she could not speak, she would make herself look more docile.

Zhou Jin went out to get preserves.

When he went to the general's mansion in the afternoon, he realized that Jun Zilin's voice was broken and he needed to take medicine. On the way to the palace, he bought preserves himself.

Think that medicine bitter, and she never avoid taking medicine, Zhou Jin thought how much this candied fruit will pacify her.

But it came in handy in this situation.

He thought that he could coax Aifei into taking medicine.

But Jun Zilin is too good to drink all the medicine. But Zhou Jin is inexplicably unhappy, he would rather coax her to eat.

Now, seeing Jun Zilin's flattering smile, Zhou Jin is even more unhappy!

Does Jun Zilin compromise as long as he threatens?

Does Jun Zilin care so much about Fu yarou's marriage, even more than Zhou Jin?

So Zhou Jin put the candied fruit on the table, turned over and put it on the couch, put his hands on his chest and closed his eyes.

Jun Zilin was left out to look at the candied fruit and the Zhou Jin sleeping on the outside of the couch. She still went over, picked up a piece of preserved fruit, chewed it a little bit, careful not to chew out the sound, which affected his rest.The candle is beating, reflecting the sleeping face of the beautiful demons on the couch.

Jun Zilin's heart moved and wanted to thank him. But somehow, as soon as he turned over, he turned to the couch, and his movements seemed to be very disgusting.

Heart gently a sigh, Jun Zi Lin can't feel the head, take claw rake hair. She didn't even know how she offended Zhou Jin!

And now what should she do, go to sleep elsewhere, or go over Zhou Jin and lie down in the couch?

Frowning at the wide space in the couch, Jun Zilin sighed. For the time being, it's better not to make Zhou Jin angry.

Although the marriage of Fu yarou and Cang Yuchen is still uncertain, at least Zhou Jin can't make it yellow. So I still follow this man, waiting for Fu yarou and Cang Yuchen to be together for a hundred years, she will really rest assured.

At the moment, Jun Zilin jumps over Zhou Jin and climbs to the couch. Then lie down gently. She faces the outside of the couch, so the son and Zhou Jin face to face. Candlelight, Jun Zilin see Zhou Jin's face in the shade, but still brilliant.

Take the quilt, Jun Zilin cover for Zhou Jin, and then cover for himself.

After a while, Zhou Jin didn't push the quilt away. Jun Zilin was relieved. No matter what, Zhou Jin is not cold to the end. She's still a little hopeful.

This voice can't be cured in 24 hours, so we should continue to please Zhou Jin.

Two people sleep on a quilt, not even a bed extra quilt.

And the distance between the two people is a little far, Zhou Jin is a big man, the whole quilt just barely cover him, not to mention half to distance and Jun Zilin.

Jun Zi Lin thinks over and over again, and then gets up to cover the quilt for Zhou Jin, so that he won't catch cold at night. Looking back, Jun Zilin lost her quilt.

She had to move in the direction of Zhou Jin again, shrinking herself into a small bed, so that she could keep a distance from Zhou Jin and cover each other with quilts. Jun Zilin satisfied with the hook lips, although a little close, but we will not catch a cold.

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