Chapter 115

"Yes, master."

The child carrying the medicine basket immediately stepped forward, helped song Xijiao to get up, and politely saluted: "younger martial sister."

Song Xijiao also quickly Fu body: "see elder martial brother."

It's just a meeting ceremony. If you want to really worship the master, you need to choose a good day to worship your ancestors in the mountain. But today, song Xijiao is busy taking care of Zhong Chun, so she can only ask her brother to send Hao Lang Zhong back to the mountain, and she takes the prescription to the city to prescribe medicine.

The drugstore was not far away from home. She soon bought the medicine and was about to go home when she heard a call: "Miss Song!"

Looking back, it turns out that it is the scholar Qingfeng of lingfu. I saw him holding a kettle, and he was sweating on a cold day.

"You are..."

Qingfeng wiped the sweat on his forehead and sighed: "Miss Song, you have ruined my childe. Yesterday afternoon, I started to help you find good craftsmen. I have been busy living until dark. I got up early this morning to rush to work. I didn't even care about breakfast. The doctor has told us that we should have a rest because we are too tired to be sick. We should have less cough these days. We were so tired that we coughed until midnight last night

Hearing this, song Xijiao's face turned red.

Ling Ziqing is ill and still very sick. If she had known that, she would not have bothered him. But now it is too late to say these things. She took a comforting look at Qingfeng: "don't worry, I will find a way."

She has become a teacher of Dr. Hao, and she may soon find a cure.

By the time he got home, Zhong Chun was already awake. He leaned weakly against the head of the bed, saw song Xijiao come in, and lifted a faint smile: "how to put me in your bed."

"Last night you were in such a hurry that you couldn't care about it. You can sleep here." Song Xijiao sat down in front of the bed and looked at him carefully for a long time. He made sure that he was not abnormal except for his pale face. Then she put down her heart, touched his abdomen and asked, "is the wound painful?"

Zhong Chun shakes his head: "small injury only."

Song Xijiao was silent for a long time, biting her lips, and finally asked, "how could you be so hurt?"

"When I met a bandit on the mountain, I fought. I won the fight, but I was also injured. When I went down the mountain, I fell into the ice lake. The ice on the lake is not thick..."

As he spoke, song Xijiao glared at him.

Song Xijiao is tired, wait for him!

How could you use such words to prevaricate her when she was a three-year-old. In this cold day, bandits don't come to the city to commit crimes. What do they do in the mountains and learn from hunters?

"Just lie to me Song Xijiao hummed.

Zhong Chun light smile, grasp her small hand, strong grip: "will tell you later."

Hearing this, song Xijiao had to temporarily give up breaking the casserole and ask the truth. Instead, she touched his white lips: "are you hungry? I'll make you something to eat. "

Zhongchun said: "after eating porridge, however, mother-in-law's craft is worse. I want to eat beef soup, egg cake, eggplant mixed with sauce and fried fish that you make yourself."

I thought he would say, "don't bother. I didn't expect that this guy was really rude. He ordered a meal! Song Xijiao pinched on the back of his hand: "I've been hurt and my appetite is so good."

Zhongchun held her hand in his backhand and pulled her to himself. He let her lie down on his body, pinched her chin and pecked her: "is your appetite good? Who made the score? Don't you understand?"

Song Xijiao's cheek red, afraid of pressing his wound, immediately got up: "I'll cook for you."

Zhong Chun looked at her back, which was so shy that she almost ran away from the road, and the corner of his mouth showed a bad smile like success. Body movement, suddenly tut a sound, eyebrows heavy wrinkled up. Open the quilt to look at the wound, just as expected, pressure, and bleeding. This time the wound is not light, it seems that we really need to cultivate some days.

Those Hu people are really heavy handed.

By the time song Xijiao comes into the room after cooking, Zhongchun has already fallen asleep, but he wakes up again when he smells the rice fragrance. He has a strong taste. The white rice porridge made by song's mother this morning is tasteless. He didn't eat a few mouthfuls at all. At this time, the smell of sweet and sour flavor, greedy insects were also seduced out of bed, and forced to get out of bed to eat.

"Oh, don't move. I'll take it to eat in bed."

"Come on, this is your bed."

He did not want to dirty song Xijiao's bed, insisted on coming down, but she was pressed back: "I feed you not on the line."

Song Xijiao put all kinds of dishes on the plate, took them to the bedside and sat down, picked up a small egg cake with chopsticks and put it on his mouth, like feeding a child.

Zhong Chun looked at her helplessly and took over the chopsticks in her hand: "I'd better eat by myself."

Song Xijiao had no choice but to sit there and look at it. Seeing that he had a good appetite, she couldn't help laughing: "look at you, I'm hungry."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Chun took a piece of fish and fed it to her mouth. Song Xijiao was stunned, blushed and opened his mouth. He allowed him to put his chopsticks into his mouth. Then he did not care. He continued to eat with those chopsticks, and his ears were red.After the meal, Zhong Chun was sleepy and went to sleep in bed. Song Xijiao came out with food, said hello to his mother, and walked to the city with a wooden bucket.

As a result, it can not only be tired, but also nourish and maintain the basic support of the body. Like Ling Ziqing, now that he has to work hard and not have a good meal, he will quickly wear down his body.

Since we have decided to cure him, we can't leave him alone.

Before we got to the gate of the courtyard, we could hear the beating inside. It seemed to be grinding stones. At the gate of the courtyard, there was a carriage. The breeze was sitting in front of the car, with his hands in his sleeves. He took a nap. He squinted and saw song Xijiao coming. He got up quickly: "Miss Song, how did you come?"

Song Xijiao asked with a smile, "where is your childe?"

"The young master is resting in the carriage. He should be asleep now."

Asleep? Song Xijiao just wanted to give the food to Qingfeng and let him pass it to Ling Ziqing. When the curtain of the carriage door was lifted, Ling Ziqing's face was revealed. With a smile, he also made people feel like spring breeze: "you are here."

Song Xijiao looked at him, and did not know if it was an illusion, but felt that he had clear eyes, red lips and white teeth, and looked good. She stepped forward and said with a smile, "I've made more food. I know you're in charge here. I want you to try my craft."

Ling Ziqing noticed the cask she was holding in her hand and dropped her eyes lightly. Then she lifted the curtain and jumped off the carriage.

"Yes, it's dusty here. Let's go there."

He took song Xijiao to a tea house. Song Xijiao hesitated to drag Ling Ziqing's sleeve: "Hello, people are teahouses. I'll bring my own food in. Isn't it good?"

Ling Ziqing said with a smile: "no harm."

"But..."

"Oh, don't worry, Miss Song." The breeze broke in, "this tea house is our childe's opening, naturally is the son has the final say."

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