Although he is still skeptical about "whether there is a disease in the world that Sun God can't cure", since the world has given him such a high evaluation, I think his medical skills should be quite high!

Worries are also slightly reduced. Tilting his head and mentioning, "Sister Lin is sick like this, and I don't know what Uncle Lin is worried about, did the old lady send someone to send a letter to Uncle Lin?" muttered in a low voice, "Sister Lin is afraid that she will miss her father." ”

Everyone was still puzzled about how the sister asked this question, but as soon as they heard the latter sentence, they knew that the sister was afraid that Miss Lin was the same as herself, and as soon as the sister was sick, she had to hold Jia Jing and Han's hands, and she didn't let go until she fell asleep.

"Not yet, I want to wait for Doctor Sun to see the doctor and send the pulse case over together, so that Aunt Lin can rest assured!"

Jia Lu's eyes rolled and he gurgled, "Is the second brother Lian still going?"

Mama Sun hesitated, "You should go, whether you are strict or not, after all, it was the poor reception of Jiafu that made Miss Lin suffer this great crime." ”

Hearing this, Jia Lu struggled down from Grandma Sun and ran to the small study in the east room, still shouting, "Sister Cuige go and call Mo Ran over!"

In a hurry, thinking that a move is a move, others can only shake their heads helplessly and spoiledly.

Mama Li went to train the little maid who had just taken office, and she was not free, Mama Zhao estimated that in her small kitchen, Mama Sun planned to go to her to discuss the girl's dinner, and the girl had lost a lot of blood in the past two days. Cui Ge called the little girl waiting by the door, asked her to look for ink dye, and followed Jia Lu into the back room.

Cui Ge walked a little late, and when she opened the curtain, she saw her sister pouting and rummaging through the box, Cui Ge hurriedly took a few steps forward, "What the girl is looking for, the slave and maid are looking for it, and the girl is sitting on the side." ”

Jia Lu didn't turn it over for a long time, and the delicate body that he had cultivated in this life was already tired and out of breath, so he didn't refute, sat on the side, and said, "Where is the charcoal I used to paint before?"

Cui Ge sorted out the things that were messed up by the girl, and when she heard the charcoal that the girl was looking for, the corners of her mouth twitched, and the origin of the charcoal made Cui Ge say that it was so difficult.

It turned out that as early as when the girl was enlightened by the master to learn to write, she complained in private that the soft pen was so difficult to write, and she endured it when she lived with her wife, and when she moved out and became the master of her own house, she took her own small private house, and let people sell all the charcoal on the market back, and picked it up one by one, the hard charcoal is too hard, the miscellaneous charcoal is too soft, the pine charcoal is too loose, the husk charcoal is also disgusting, and the silver silk bamboo charcoal is not smooth. Bought can't do it, the girl began to scourge the flowers and plants at home, all the wood that catches the eye, are called to cut to make charcoal, but the old man knows and comes to make fun, want to buy more wood from the outside to try to make charcoal, fortunately, the wife is a reasonable person, stopped in time, but that's it, the gardener who is in charge of the Fang Yuan still cried and mourned when he saw the girl, especially in the end, he chose two or three branches as thick as chopsticks on the willow tree to make charcoal, Cui Ge said that he didn't want to recall the willow tree that can be compared to the monk's head.

However, that fool made the girl find a charcoal that lasts longer and has less smoke than ordinary charcoal on the market, which makes the house make a lot of money.

Jia Lu looked at her and stopped, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, the charcoal strip that the girl wants" "It's charcoal." "Charcoal, the slave has locked it up, and will bring it to you at once." ”

After a while, Cui Ge took the key and opened a box, took out a small box, opened the box, lifted the wrapped satin, and revealed a few black charcoal strips of different lengths and thicknesses.

Jia Lu's eyes twitched, is this something precious and unique?

Cui Ge carefully took out the charcoal pen, sharpened the end with the knife, and took out a dozen white papers from the large box. The girl usually uses good rice paper from Anhui, but whether it is raw or cooked, it is too soft for charcoal, and it is easy to be punctured by hard charcoal, so she deliberately found a hard white paper for the girl to write and draw.

"Cut it smaller. Jia Lu commanded.

When Mo Ran came in, he saw the girl's little person lying on the shore and writing hard, not daring to disturb, just waiting on the side.

After Jia Lu finished writing, he instructed Cui Ge to fold the paper to the best and look at the ink dye.

Mo Ran is a person from Rongguo Mansion, Cui Ge and Jiao Qian are all people from Jia Lu's mother Han, Cui Ge is the elder, and he will go out in less than two years, so he can't hinder them the most. But Jiao Qian and Mo Ran are of the same age, after Cui Ge went out, the two of them took the lead for the girl, Jiao Qian often said goodbye to her, Cui Ge seemed to be impartial, but she valued Jiao Qian more, after all, she was born in the Ning Guofu family, and there were always one or two relatives who worked under Jiao Da's hands. The ink dye is better in the Rongguo Mansion, relying on the home advantage to get a little better in front of the master, when I arrived at this Ningguo Mansion, I was squeezed by the two of them, and after coming back for so many days, even the girl's hair touched a stick, and it was when I was disheartened that I listened to the girl calling her, the fart was turned upside down, and she didn't want to be forgotten by the master.

"Mo Ran, are you the son of Rongguo Mansion?"

"Yes. My mother is in the old lady's pulp washroom, my father is in the stable to take care of, and my brother is running errands under the second master of Lian. Mo Dye reported all his family.

Sure enough, Jia Lu's eyes lit up, she had seen Mo Ran talking to a guy next to Jia Lian earlier, Mo Ran was not old enough, it couldn't be **, it was only a brother.

"Then, can you stuff this into the pulse diagnosis that Doctor Sun gave to Sister Lin?" stretched out his hand, and in the palm of his hand was a small ball of paper that Cui Ge had just folded.

Mo Ran was silent, although she really wanted to accept this matter to show her ability and make her master pay more attention to it, but this thing is really not something that she can do, these days about Miss Lin's affairs are strictly investigated, once it is found out, it is still serious, you can't let your family sacrifice for your own future!

Jia Lu saw that she was silent and knew that it was difficult for her, and now that Rongguo Mansion was staring up and down, how could it be easy to do it? Whether it was a pulse diagnosis or Jia's mother's explanation letter to Lin Ruhai or something, just think about it, you know that Jia Lian will keep it close (attentively)! How could it be possible for the peripheral minions to touch it?

Jia Lu said that she was very irritable, and meowed, why is it so difficult to send a message to Lin Ruhai? Sue Lin Ruhai that his daughter was bullied, why is it so bad?

Mo Ran looked at the girl who gritted her teeth, and her heart trembled.

"The slave doesn't know what the girl is going to do, but why don't you just do it, how can the old lady love you so much, how can she not satisfy you?

A bang woke Jia Lu up.

Cui Ge listened to the words behind the ink dye and became more and more out of tune, "cough!" interrupted, no wonder the old lady was suppressed by the mandarin duck and jade, and she was as quiet as a gourd on weekdays, and suddenly came like that, who could stand it.

Seeing that her voice was gone, I didn't care about her, and when I turned around, I saw that my girl was stunned, and she didn't even roll her eyes, which scared her.

"Girl, girl, don't bluff!" shook Jia Lu's body slightly, and kicked the ink dye with his foot, "Look at you, you're scared of the girl!"

Jia Lu sobered up and shook his head, "I'm fine, you all go down and let me stay alone." Also, don't tell your parents and parents, you know?"

"Girl!" Cui Ge shouted in disagreement.

"Go back!" Jia Lu only looked at it with a pair of dark eyes, and his tone was unquestionable.

Cui Ge's legs were weak, he knelt down and said yes, but before he could react, he pulled the ink dye and left. Closed the door and muttered secretly, who said that the girl was good-tempered!