Yue Zhan looked at her dark and clear big eyes flickering, and he didn't want to say that he would sleep elsewhere, but if he didn't go to sleep elsewhere, Shi Lan wouldn't let him go to bed, and looked around, there were only a few big cushions in the room. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Otherwise, I'll sleep here."

Yue Zhan spread the stacked cushions under the bed, pulled over a brocade quilt, and said softly.

Shi Lan's face was red and hot, he was a dignified governor of the military mansion, and an official who worshiped the second rank, and he actually slept on the floor in order to accommodate her.

"Forget it, anyway, this couch is big enough, you and I can sleep on one side," After saying this, Shi Lan hurriedly leaned in, and did not stop until the edge of the couch.

Yue Zhan's move was already pretending to be a gesture, he had already calculated it, and it was impossible to watch him sleep on the ground with Shi Lan's cold-hearted temperament.

At that moment he answered, stepped over the cushion, and went to the couch.

Although it was the height of summer now, the temperature at night was still a little cool, there was the sound of slender and long breathing in my ears, and the occasional rustling of leaves outside the window, Shi Lan wrapped herself in the quilt and looked at the veil hanging from the high beams, thinking about her previous attitude towards Yue Zhan, and said in a low voice: "I couldn't help it just now." ”

"I'm wrong, too, I shouldn't be angry with you," the man's voice was soft and ironing in the dark.

Shi Lan curled the corners of her mouth slightly, and her heart was soft.

She is like this, if others rebuke her coldly, then she will be cold, but if others treat her well, she will return five points, but correspondingly she also has a lot of strength, if she finds that the person is lying to her, then she must take a thunderous momentum, and she is bound to take this breath before she is willing to give up.

Yue Zhan's current approach was scratching her soft spot, which made Shi Lan suddenly feel close to him, and it seemed that a small stove was stuffed in her heart, which was warm and warm, and drove away her low mood in a timely manner.

Shi Lan rolled the quilt corners and put his head and face! Buried in the quilt, there was a muffled 'um' sound.

Yue Zhan looked sideways at her, only to see the quilt rolled up in a ball.

He really didn't know the effect of his soft words, which were more useful than all the swear he had sworn before.

The man's thoughts are more pragmatic, his thoughts are still on her condition, and talking like this every day from a distance of half a zhang is not good news for him, so he paid attention to Han Nushi and Doctor Bo, who have the most excellent medical skills in the house, Doctor Bo is especially good at medicine and acupuncture, and Han Nushi is more good at massage, and medicine specifically for women.

In terms of medical skills, it is natural that Doctor Bo is more specialized, but Shi Lan's illness is really strange, if it is diagnosed and treated, no matter which aspect, it is more suitable for Han Nushi, but as far as he knows, Han Nushi's medicine is not very good, and his fat doll is as tragic as dying every time he drinks medicine.

This made Yue Zhan hesitate a little.

"Your illness is really weird, tomorrow I will ask Han Nushi to come over and diagnose your pulse, if you can, it is better to cure it as soon as possible."

Yue Zhan is also worried, seeing that it is about to enter autumn, every year at this time, the Turks will go south, they do not grow food, every year before the winter is staring at Anxi, Yue Zhan has to lead the army to patrol the national border every time at this time, on the one hand, to deter the Turks, on the other hand, because many soldiers in the capital have been settled here, this can also calm the army's heart.

He didn't want to leave her for so long, and he was worried that he would be neglected if he was not in the house for a long time, so he wanted to take her with the army, but she couldn't smell the breath of the man, which made him, a big man who was about to take root in the barracks, didn't know what to do.

Shi Lan snorted sullenly, her mood was a little depressed, her fake mother died, and no one knew what the ointment she used for the original owner was, although Han Nushi was proficient in medical science, but when it came to some secret medicine and private prescriptions within the workshop, I am afraid it would be difficult to know.

But it's better to have hope than no hope, and you have to try it anyway.

There was nothing to say all night, and when she woke up, she was the only one on the couch, and the warm sunlight shone in, and Shi Lan couldn't help but squint her eyes.

Seeing that she was awake, Zhu'er hurriedly opened the window, and the warm breeze immediately blew in along the window lattice, and the light veil fluttered and flew.

Zhu'er exclaimed, and hurriedly took the brocade soft shoes padded with soft cotton, "Lady, put them on, you have just had typhoid fever, and your body is still weak, you have forgotten what Han Nushi said earlier." ”

Shi Lan grinned and stood still, and Ren Zhu'er put her shoes on.

Dou'er stood by the door with the toilet and other things, and did not speak.

Shi Lan's afterglow swept over her and beckoned to her.

This bean is too real, if she is allowed to ignore her, she can stand there for a day without moving a place.

Dou'er put down the basin and cloth towel, took Shi Lan to wash, and then said, "The steward said that someone handed over the prayer note and asked if you could see it." ”

A fire suddenly rose in Shi Lan's heart, and the two curved thin eyebrows wrinkled into a sharp arc.

The first time Zhu'er saw Shi Lan like this, her heart suddenly became apprehensive, and she glanced sideways at Dou'er, but she still didn't worry about her going to deal with it, so she said, "If the lady doesn't want to see him, the slave will send him away." ”

Shi Lan shook his head, his face as white as mutton fat and white jade had a cold slaughter, but the corners of his mouth smiled coldly, "No, let the steward let him in." ”

Zhu'er said 'yes' and hurriedly walked out to tell the steward.

Dou'er was still standing in front of her, and suddenly said, "Lady, slave go boil water." ”

Shi Lan nodded, straightened his clothes, kept his face solemn, and sat upright in front of the hall.

Soon there was a sound of clothes squirming outside the door, and Zhu'er was the first to come in to say goodbye, and after a while, Bu Mingbo walked in with his clothes fluttering.

Shi Lan's face was like a delicate flower blown by the spring breeze, and with a happy smile in an instant, she got up to welcome him in.

Bu Mingbo sat down, and before he could speak, Dou'er put the teacup on the table in his hand and raised his hand to signal to him.

Bu Mingbo has always been personable and gentle in front of people, even if he was just looking at the maid, he still smiled and gestured, raised the teacup and took a sip.

Shi Lan smiled and said, "What kind of tea can the sergeant taste this?" ”

Bu Mingbo pursed his lips and took another sip before he said: "Seeing that the tea soup is slightly turbid, I don't see the meaning of clarity, but looking at the leaves and green greenery, there are bamboo shoots blooming between opening and closing, I guess it should be Gu Zhu's purple bamboo shoots, but I am afraid that this quality is a little poor." ”

Shi Lan said with a smile, "This was given from above earlier, Ah Lang has always drunk wine in a big bowl and gulped tea, so he gave it to me if he couldn't taste it." ”

Bu Mingbo sighed, this is tribute tea, ordinary people can't drink it at all, put the tea cup on the tip of his nose, sniffed it gently, took another sip, and praised: "It does taste mellow, not comparable to those ordinary products." ”

Shi Lan nodded with a smile, picked up the tea cup and tasted it carefully, to be honest, she didn't have the talent of the original owner, Aunt Sun spent a lot of money in order to make the original owner elegant and extraordinary, and found a famous teacher to teach her the craft of making tea and making tea, the original owner's attainments in this area can be said to be very profound, but it is a pity that the core inside is now replaced by Shi Lan, she can taste all kinds of tea varieties is lucky, if you say that you appreciate them one by one, it is false, anyway, she feels that she drinks which one is almost the same.

Bu Mingbo drank a small half of it before putting it down, and took out a small lacquered wooden box from his sleeve.

Shi Lan's eyes froze, looking at the box fixedly, but her heart couldn't help but pound. (To be continued.) )