Quickly Pierce the Peace of Mind To Be a Passerby

"What is this money?" Hua Ruoli couldn't react when she saw the bank note being pushed over by her.

Liu Weiwei said, and by the way, told Hua Ruoli what he didn't understand: "It's strange to say that the money I spent on seeing a doctor these days is obviously not a serious illness, but I have to spend a lot of money to invite me to see a doctor .”

After listening to Liu Weiwei's words, Hua Ruoli smiled knowingly, "First, I want to meet you, a genius doctor, and second, I want to make friends with you. Third, it's just a miracle doctor to satisfy my vanity."

Liu Weiwei shook her head and chuckled, picked up the tea on the table and took a sip.

"How is your body?" Liu Weiwei looked at Hua Ruoli's face and asked, "I'll give you another pulse."

"It's much better, my hands don't seem so cold at night." Hua Ruoli replied, stretching out her fair wrist.

Liu Weiwei put his hand on it, and after a while, withdrew his hand, "Continue to drink the medicine, and the treatment can start in half a month. Remember, you can't touch alcohol while taking the medicine."

"Okay." Hua Ruoli withdrew her hand and replied.

Three days later, the Hua Mansion closed its doors for a wedding, no one outside the mansion knew about it, and the mansion was not too lively, although there were red silk and red lanterns, and the word "Happy", it was not very lively.

"My lord, the genius doctor, the empress and the king are here."

The two were about to worship, but when they heard this disappear, Liu Weiwei subconsciously looked at Hua Ruoli next to him.

She didn't forget that she loved this empress deeply.

Although the face could not be seen clearly under the cover of the hijab, the hands holding the red silk were constantly tightening, and the joints were faintly turning red.

Liu Weiwei sighed, leaned closer to his ear, and said softly, "Don't be nervous, it's time to pick him up."

After finishing speaking, she took the initiative to push Hua Ruoli's wheelchair and walked outside.

Seeing the visitor, Liu Weiwei bowed her head on her knees, "I pay my respects to the empress."

Hua Ruoli sat stiffly in a wheelchair, with a red hijab covering her head, and tightly holding the red silk in her hands.

With her head down, Liu Weiwei could only see the corner of her bright yellow clothes hanging in front of her.

"Pingshen." The empress' voice went up and down, and Liu Weiwei stood up.

Looking at the male and female protagonists in this novel from the corner of the eye, they all have good looks, and they are not dressed in a grand manner, but the phoenix embroidered on the clothes shows their identities.

"Why is Huafu getting married today so deserted? I thought I didn't have a wedding today."

Before Liu Weiwei opened his mouth to explain, Hua Ruoli said first: "Your Majesty is joking, and Your Majesty personally made the decree, how dare the Huafu resist the decree."

Liu Weiwei shut his mouth, this is a war between two men.

"Ruoli, I'm here to witness your marriage." The Empress said, with a hint of guilt in her tone.

"Since you're here, please come over there. It just so happens that I'm going to pay my respects." Hua Ruoli's voice was cold, like a cat whose fur had frowned just now, but now it suddenly became limp.

The empress and queen are in front.

Liu Weiwei looked at Hua Ruoli's clenched fist, stretched out his hand to attach it, and spread out his palm, leaving a few clear fingerprints on the white palm, which might break if he tried harder, so he sighed silently in his heart, a little Distressed, "Don't hurt yourself."

Pushing the red silk back into Hua Ruoli's hands, Liu Weiwei pushed the wheelchair and caught up with the Empress and her party in front of her.

The Empress and the Empress sat in the high hall on their own initiative.

No one doubts that worship is just the beginning.

"One bow to heaven and earth, two bows to the high hall, husband and wife bow to each other, and the ceremony is complete!"

It wasn't until he heard the sound of "Li Cheng" that Liu Weiwei had a sense of reality of getting married.