The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

If this is the case, then not only is a loving mother a failure, but her overly doting husband is also in danger of raising her to waste?

But she just thought about it casually. She knew very well that she thought Luofu was too simple this time.

I didn't expect that they would be punished consecutively and still have the intention to plot against me.

Nothing like this happened in the last life. It must have been because he changed his residence yesterday that they bribed the imperial doctor.

Oh, they really hate themselves to the core.

Yi Shurong had obviously been squeezed so much that she was about to bankrupt her family, but she was still able to use her spare money to bribe the imperial doctor.

Luo Liyan's thoughts went around twice, and finally she remembered Concubine Ling in the palace.

It seems that her own handiwork was involved in this plan.

"What are you thinking about?" Yi Shurong stepped back, lifted Luo Liyan's chin, and looked directly at her face.

"I was thinking about why the Luofu family was demoted one after another, why they still plotted against me, and how much they hated me. They were obviously separated, but they still didn't want to let me go." Luo Liyan lowered her eyes slightly. , the words were full of disappointment.

But what he was actually thinking about was what method he should use to pull down Concubine Ling from the palace.

"A money tree planted in my own home was suddenly taken away to someone else's home, and they couldn't take it back. Naturally, they would rather destroy it than give someone else an advantage." Yi Shurong patiently analyzed it for her. , while taking out a plant with small red seeds from his sleeve.

"What is this?" Luo Liyan tilted her head and looked at the small red fruit. The faint fragrance came from it, which made people feel relaxed and happy. It was obviously not a simple ordinary product.

"A kind of herbal medicine can cure your injuries." Yi Shurong said and held Luo Liyan's hand. Only then did she realize what the so-called injury was, and she couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth twice. .

"Cousin, this is not an injury at all. In two days there will be no trace left." Luo Liyan guessed that Yi Shurong must have gone to get this herb for herself during the few hours she left. I immediately wanted to refuse.

She has always been a skinny person, but it was just a wound between her breasts that she deliberately inflicted, so there was no need to use this precious herbal medicine to treat it.

"It has already been pulled out, and the effect of the medicine cannot last for twelve hours. If my cousin doesn't use it, it will be wasted." Yi Shurong said without refusal.

Then he crushed the fruit and applied the juice to the bruised and scarred wrist.

The juice of the fruit is light red. Applying it to the scar cannot cover the color of the scar, but it can be clearly seen that the color of the wound fades away little by little.

It was a little warm, but not uncomfortable at all.

In just half a cup of tea, not only the original scar on the wrist disappeared, but also the red juice disappeared completely.

Even the area coated with juice became smooth and tender, like a piece of watery tofu.

Luo Liyan couldn't help but touch it twice, and then let out a small sigh.

"So comfortable?" Yi Shurong raised one eyebrow and asked playfully.

Then without waiting for Luo Liyan to say anything, she directly put her finger on it.

It felt as smooth as silk, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.