In the silent porch, occasionally a few frogs chirped with the sound of falling into the water, so that Miao Xinghuan in the water eased her senses, originally thought that her identity as her daughter was about to be exposed, but she didn't think that she had no intention of escaping in such a thrilling situation, which made her happy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Swimming to the shore, Miao Jinghuan climbed onto the shore with both hands and feet, the whole person was wet, and she had been tense and tight, and her chest could only be round and exposed in the case of wet clothes close to her body, even if she had been covering her delicate body with wide clothes, she was tightly attached to the wet clothes on her body at this time, with beautiful curves, thin willow waist, straight hips, and straight thighs, which looked extremely graceful.

Miao Jinghuan twisted the corners of her clothes with her hands, and the water flowed out, looking at herself in this way, she didn't dare to go out, now the sun is not so poisonous, and the people who hid in the house to enjoy the cool have all walked out of the house and started to work around, or busy preparing the dinner of the general and the cuizhu girl brought back by the general, all of them must do their best, so that their wise and martial generals can praise them a few words, that is the glory of their lives.

But apparently cautious, the restrained Yi frivolity never boasts easily, even for today's lunch, the cook made a dish of green silk whitebait that he hated the most, and his favorite sweet and sour short ribs, and most people would choose to eat sweet and sour pork ribs, and ignore the other dish. But it is obvious that Yi Qingfang is very different from ordinary people, he is a little bit of each of the two dishes, so that no one can see which dish he has more and his taste, which dish he does not like, and because of this reason, several famous chefs in the general's mansion can be pickled, but they are more and more frustrated, and every day they show their housekeeping skills to change the method to lure the general to taste a few bites of the delicacies he makes.

Miao Xinghuan shrank her head and hid behind the pillar, and when everyone was far away, she splashed her body and ran to her small room, a wide white dress wrapped around her body, in the wind against the warm air in a circle, the clothes fluttered in all directions, like an elf dancing with the wind.

After turning his back and plugging in the door bolt, Miao Xinghuan softened his body, and the cold air suddenly surged in his body, and he quickly took off the wet clothes on his body and replaced them with a clean middle coat, and turned back to a refreshing Miao Xinghuan took the dry cloth in his hand and wiped his head casually, and immediately returned to the round and smooth head, which is really convenient, and there is no hair that saves a lot of steps.

Looking at the white clothes lying quietly on the bed, Miao Jinghuan touched her smooth head, this should be left in the porch by the general! Miao Jinghuan leaned close to her nose and sniffed the smell on her clothes, and sure enough, she asked about a very faint and crisp smell. This kind of smell is only found on the general's body, not others, so Miao Jinghuan is very sure that this is the general's clothes.

However........... looking at the few mud paw prints reflected in the white clothes and the dust on the hem of the clothes, Miao Jinghuan felt that the general with a serious cleanliness habit would not forgive him. Miao Jinghuan silently put away her clothes, planning to wash it in the evening and restore it to the appearance of its white clothes when it was better than snow. Stay a few more days and find a good opportunity to return it to the general.

It was only when he bent down and put his clothes into the barrel that his eyes suddenly darkened, and he fell to the ground after losing consciousness.

Then he fell unconscious.

The sun had already set and risen again, but the woman lying on the bed had not yet woken up. Sitting outside the house and looking at the small medicine stove, Ah Ya lifted the lid with his hand from time to time to see if it was boiled, and each time the result was that he was hot and pinched his earrings, holding a worn-out banana fan in his left hand, shaking it gently, sending a breeze into the stove, making the originally burning hot medicine stove even more sizzling.

Ah Ya looked at the bright flames, his black and white eyes were full of warmth, and even the corners of his mouth turned upward, so that he felt that he had not become so dark.

Yesterday, he came to look for the bald head and went to the small hall for dinner, but he didn't want to knock on the door but no one answered, but the door was bolted from the inside, and the bald head must be hiding inside, but he knocked on the door heavily, and still didn't make a sound, which made Ah Ya notice something strange.

When he entered the room by unknown means, he saw a bald head lying on the ground, wearing a medium coat, so that he had fallen to the ground without putting on his coat.

Ah Ya hurriedly picked up the unconscious bald head on the ground and laid him flat on the bed. After a long look at this familiar and unfamiliar face, it finally turned into a long sigh.

Ah Ya got up and pulled the quilt to cover the bald head, and went to the medical bureau again, ready to call a doctor to take a look at the bald head.

But I didn't expect to be stopped by someone as soon as I entered the medical bureau and asked the reason, and when I heard that it was for a small doctor, most of the doctors were reluctant to go. They boast of being highly skilled, but it doesn't mean that this general's mansion is a person, they all have to go and see it! These little maids came in with a death deed, even if they occasionally got sick and died, it didn't matter. Besides, saving them didn't have much effect on their own medical career, so after hearing the identity of the patients, they all looked extremely cold and dispersed. Not to mention cure.

Just as Ah Ya walked out of the door of the medical bureau with a white face, a bright voice stopped him, "Hey! Wait a minute! I'll take a look at it with you. ”

The person who spoke was Wu Zhe, a young doctor who had just entered the medical bureau, who was quite skilled in medicine, but he had been suppressed by the old-timers of the medical bureau, and he was not given a chance to show his superb medical skills at all, so he had nothing to do all day in the medical bureau.

When Ah Ya entered the door, he noticed that he must have sent someone to invite one of those seniors to take a look at the body to recuperate, and he must have no chance, so he buried his head again and fiddled with the herbs in the bamboo basket without hearing what was going on outside the window.

But when he got up and wiped his hands, he saw the scene of everyone scattering in a hurry and knew that it must be a little guy who was sick, so these personal doctors would not spend time to treat the most humble people in the house, they would rather think about how to shoot the masters on the back for this time!

Wu Zhe, who breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, stopped the family who walked out of the door with his medicine box, and asked him to lead the way to the remote small room, and when he entered the door, he saw a bald head lying on the bed, covered with a thin quilt. His face was pale, and even his lips were not as rosy as ordinary people.

Wu Zhe put down the medicine box, turned the patient's eyelids with his hand, and then checked the pulse, and finally calmly took out the medicine bag in the medicine box and handed it to Ah Ya, who was standing beside him, and said in a relaxed tone, "It's not a serious illness, it's just that the patient is infected with wind and cold, and his own anemia will cause the patient to be unconscious!" ”

Wu Zhe pointed to the medicine bag wrapped in paper in Ah Ya's hand, and said again, "These medicines are two a day, it is best to drink the decoction with honey, so that the effect will be better." ”

After speaking, Wu Zhe sorted out the medicine box and put it on his shoulder, and left in a hurry as when he came.

If the subordinates want to boil medicine, they will borrow a medicine stove from the kitchen and boil it elsewhere, so as to avoid the unlucky smell of medicine from getting on the meals used by the masters.

Ah Ya quietly guarded the stove, and if there was no honey, he could only drink it like this, looking at the bald head who had not woken up in the slightest, the dark corner of his heart showed a faint worry, but it was only a flash of thought, so fast that even Ah Ya himself couldn't catch it.

Wu Zhe, who left in a hurry, walked to a no-man's corner, suddenly bent down and panted wildly, countless thoughts flashed in his eyes, recalling the experience just now, he was surprised for a while, in the Ming Dynasty where the male and female system was so strict, there were women who pretended to be men and mixed into the heavily guarded general's mansion, Wu Zhe found that he was a woman's pulse when he took the patient's pulse, and the patient's identity was self-defeating.

Although Wu Zhe is a little out of tune on weekdays, once the woman pretending to be a man and blending into the general's mansion is discovered, the woman lying on the bed will definitely die. He is a doctor, and his principle has always been to save if he can, and if he can't save it, he will treat it as if he didn't see it, and he has no intention of exposing her at all. When he was done alone in the dark, he treated it as if it had never happened.

There was a peaceful atmosphere in the General's Mansion, but it was disturbed by a group of people who were walking in embarrassment, this group of people was the talents and palace nobles who had gone to admire the West Pavilion with Yi Qingfang before, at this time they had long lost their usual self-esteem, and all of them said goodbye to Yi Qing with panicked faces, and galloped away in their own carriages, leaving only a puff of dust and smoke.

Han Lingxizi, who also had a bad face, was not so embarrassed, but the tired look between his eyebrows and eyes was difficult to hide, "I haven't understood that you are a broken pavilion, and you still treat it as a treasure!" Han Lingxizi had already stepped on the back of the subordinate who was crawling on the ground, and easily got into the carriage.

"I'd love to." Yi Qingfang remembered that the embarrassed people just now suddenly frowned, so unhappy.

Han Lingxizi silently entered the carriage and added a sentence in his heart, it seems that not only is his cleanliness habit serious, but even this temperament is really annoying.

If Han Lingxizi knew about the Internet culture in the 21st century, then he would definitely find a word that could accurately describe Yi Qing's crazy temperament.

This is really "tsundere!" ”