Chapter 180

Song Xijiao heard the man say that Youji's heart fell on the young master of Hu Jun's family, and her eyes widened in surprise. That Hu que, actually dare to say what, go to Hanxiang building just for business, is clearly provoked a peach blossom debt.

However, she did not expect that Hu que had such close contact with the woman from Fusu, and she also murmured in her heart. So, the last time she asked him about the woman, Hu que deliberately concealed something from her?

However, they are already friends, why should they hide from her?

"You've been there twice before your turn. If it's your turn, you won't live there."

"As I said, I went to Hanxiang building just because I was depressed and relaxed!"

"Where can I go to relax? I have to go to Hanxiang building? Are you my three-year-old? "

"Stop fighting!" Song Xijiao had no choice but to interrupt them. "I haven't learned acupuncture yet. I dare not rush to prick needles for the elderly. I'll leave a few recipes for diet therapy to teach you the manipulation. You should do it these days. In a few days, I'll ask my elder martial brother to acupuncture for you. "

After hearing this, the couple stopped their quarrel and said thanks.

Song Xijiao sighed when she came outside.

The old man is paralyzed in bed. If you take good care of him, there may be a turning point. But if you look at it now, I'm afraid it's hopeless.

Back in the bamboo paper farm, she took a rest for a while and began to write health books. There is a lot of knowledge in the brain, but it is not easy to organize it into language and write it down in an orderly way. Fortunately, she had done clerical work before, and she had a bit of foundation. She wrote that it was hard work, but she could barely get along with it.

After so busy for a few days, the number of books ordered slowed down. Song Xijiao, together with the scholars and several assistants, was able to cope with it calmly. She also had more time to help Hu que think about health books.

This afternoon, she finally put down the pen in her hand and looked at the thick pile of manuscript paper in her hand. Her sense of achievement was hard to describe.

This is her first book written by herself. Although the contents are Patchwork and rely on her not so sound pharmacological knowledge and modern common sense, it is enough to frighten people of this era.

When she got home in the evening, she pestered Zhong Chun and showed him her manuscript: "my handwriting is so bad that I can't take it. Please copy it for me. After copying, I can show it to my master."

Zhongchun took it and looked at it. The words on it were just like ants crawling. They were chaotic and irregular.

"After all this time, your words have not improved at all." Zhong Chun glanced at her jokingly, "even chestnuts are better than you wrote."

"He goes to school all day to practice, naturally better than me! I didn't have a teacher to teach me? "

Zhong Chun looked up at her: "huh? No? "

"Yes, yes, please copy it for me. I'll practice it from tomorrow."

Zhong Chun was shaken by her for a few times. He was in a good mood. He did not embarrass her any more. He picked up his pen and wrote on the paper.

While he was writing, song Xijiao was watching. Today, he is wearing a narrow sleeve armed, do not need to brush his sleeves, holding a brush in his big hand, waving and sprinkling on the paper, but for a moment, he has written a whole piece of paper. The paper was put aside by him, and continued to ink down the next.

Writing, suddenly looked up at Song Xijiao.

Song Xijiao is secretly staring at him, only to see the more beautiful, even writing is so vigorous and powerful, natural and unrestrained, more beautiful than those light and fluttering scholars!

Being obsessed with watching, he was suddenly seen by Zhongchun. His cheek suddenly turned red: "you, you don't write, what do I do?"

Zhong Chun looked at her, bent his lips to remind him: "ink is dry."

"Ah? Oh

Song Xijiao quickly brushed up her sleeves and lowered her head to grind ink. This can be embarrassing, just want to pretend as if nothing happened, but look at what he saw even forget to grind ink, how do you excuse yourself?

When the middle of the month, Zhong Chun finally put down his brush.

Song Xijiao held the pile of paper he had written and looked at it one by one. Obviously, it is the same content. The one she wrote was like a kid's joke, but what Zhong Chun wrote was profound and mysterious!

"Still satisfied?"

"Very satisfied!"

Song Xijiao hugged his neck with pride, gave him a kiss on his face, and said happily, "Zhongchun, you are so good. How can you not go to the No.1 scholar examination?"

Hearing this, Zhong Chun couldn't help laughing. He stopped and said, "I'm not interested in being an official. Before, I didn't know what I should do. I just did what others told me to do. But now, I finally know what I want. "

Song Xijiao subconsciously asked: "what do you want?"

Zhongchun looked at her without blinking, and saw that she was staring at himself. Her fine eyelashes were connected into a piece, soft like a feather fan, trembling and trembling. There was a kind of smart but fragile beauty.

"I want to be alone, white headed."

Song Xijiao's heart leaped. She didn't know what to say. She saw Zhong Chun leaning over and kissing her lips. At the moment of closing her eyes, she could not help but grope for his hand and clasped his fingers tightly.Such a good man, actually willing to give up the unique privilege of this era, only to stay with himself! She has nothing else to ask for!

Although we know that there are many unknown secrets hidden in him, they seem to be isolated by them. At this moment, in addition to the two tightly dependent hearts, nothing else matters.

The next morning, song Xijiao first went to the bamboo paper mill to explain to her colleagues for a long day. She bound up the stack of manuscripts that Zhong Chun copied last night and took them to the Bamboo Museum.

Lichao stayed in Zhou's house for two days, which delayed a lot of things. She was busy drying medicine at the door. When she saw song Xijiao coming, she said, "younger martial sister came just in time. Come and help me quickly. I can't help you any more."

Song Xijiao quickly ran into the inner room, first gave her health books to Hao Lang Zhong, and then came out to help moss to work.

There is a lot of moisture on the mountain. Many herbs that have not yet formed will get damp if they are not exposed to the sun. Now delayed for several days, many herbs have been curled into a ball, it is particularly distressing to see.

The moss moved out and said to song Xijiao: "younger martial sister, I told you about your sister yesterday. You have to guard against her."

Song Xijiao nodded and said, "I know."

In fact, what she wants to prevent is not only song QingHan alone, but also the eldest lady of the Song family, and Zhou Lu, who is ill in bed

Just thinking about how he had offended so many people, Hao Lang Zhong came out in a hurry, shaking the book in his hand and excitedly saying, "Xijiao, where did you get this book?"

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