"Is Sister Qing injured?"

When Xiao Pestle heard that he wanted a medicine box, he hurriedly took Qingzhi's hand, circled around her twice, and asked anxiously. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Not me."

Qing Zhi smiled and shook her head, she knew that Xiao Pestle was careful, if she was injured, she would definitely have to worry about it.

"Who's hurt?"

The number of injuries in Shaoyuan's maid ring is always higher than that of other courtyards, which is all due to Chen Zinan.

"Fifth Young Master."

As soon as Qing Zhi finished speaking, the little pestle began to snicker.

"Sister Qing, is this concerned about the fifth young master?"

In fact, the little pestle is not very old, less than ten years old, but it is a small ghost.

"On weekdays, the fifth young master has helped me a lot, so I can't sit idly by."

Qing Zhi said, pointing at the head of the little pestle with her hand, this kid, thin and small, ran into the mountains all day long, and became a little black monkey.

Chen Jiaqi's little thoughts, hidden very well from others, thought that the pestle was still young and didn't understand anything, so he didn't taboo, but he didn't expect that in fact, the pestle understood everything.

"The fifth young master knows that Sister Qing sent him medicinal oil, and it will definitely stop hurting immediately."

The little pestle blinked his big black eyes and said with a sly smile.

"Don't talk nonsense, the fifth young master is about to marry a wife, if you let the bride hear what you say, won't it hurt the fifth young master?"

Qing Zhi looked at the pestle and said quite seriously.

"But I think that Sister Qing is more compatible with the Fifth Young Master, if you marry the Fifth Young Master, you can stay in the mansion forever, and I can always be with Sister Qing."

The little pestle flattened his mouth and said, he is still a child, so his thoughts are much simpler.

"Anyway, you can't think about this kind of thing in the future, and you can't say it, if someone else hears it, then it will kill me, you know?"

Looking at Qing Zhi's serious expression, Xiao Pestle's eyes widened and he nodded heavily.

He likes Chen Jiaqi and Qingzhi, and hopes that they will be together and never leave the Hou Mansion, but he doesn't want Qingzhi to be hurt even more.

"I won't say it, and I won't say it in the future, but I don't want the fifth young master to marry a wife."

The little pestle said with a little grievance.

Mo Zi came over with the medicine box, opened it and said to Qing Zhi: "Miss Qing, whatever you want, just take it." ”

Qing Zhi glanced at it, but only took the hemostatic powder, the golden medicine, and some gauze, and didn't take anything else. Anyway, after Zhang's went back, he must have hired a doctor immediately, and he had already bandaged it safely, and there was nothing wrong with her at all, and those things were just pretending.

"Do you have sweet persimmons in the kitchen, wrap me some."

She took it and put it in the cuffs, and said to Mo Zi again.

"I'll get it."

Mo Zi ran back to the kitchen very enthusiastically and wrapped her with several pieces of sweet persimmons with fresh candied noodles and wrapped them in glutinous rice oiled paper.

"Is that enough?"

Mo Zi handed it to her and asked with a smile, his dark face laughing, and only a row of white teeth remained.

The car over there has just cried and grabbed the ground, but this place is completely unaffected, laughing when you should laugh, and doing things when you should do. Everyone has their own affairs, and no matter how big other people's affairs are, for irrelevant people, it is just an after-dinner conversation.

"Thank you."

After Qingzhi put it away, she said to Mo Zi with a smile.

Mo Zi scratched his head and smiled innocently.

When I came to Chen Jiaqi's yard, it was very quiet, and the maids in the yard looked cautious, for fear that they would make a little noise or say the wrong word and would be beaten and scolded, so they lowered their heads and didn't say anything.

Even when Qing Zhi came, they just nodded.

"Is Mrs. Zhang here?"

Qing Zhi walked to the little maid accompanying Chen Jiaqi and asked, after all, if the Zhang family was here, she would have to make up a reason for coming here.

"Mrs. Zhang just went back, and said that she would come to see the fifth young master at dinner."

The little girl replied very seriously, Qingzhi's identity is here, and the identity of the big girl ring is not blind.

"Miss Nan asked me to come and see the fifth young master, by the way, send medicine, you are watching outside, if Mrs. Zhang comes to report it, I will go out to greet him."

After Qing Zhi finished speaking quietly, she walked into the back room, and the door was half open.

"I'll take a look at the fifth young master's injury."

She said as she approached, Chen Jiaqi, who was lying on the bed, heard Qing Zhi's voice, and quickly raised his head and wanted to get up.

"If you know you're hurt, lie down and don't move."

Qingzhi put the medicinal oil and sweet persimmon on the table, then sat down and poured herself a cup of tea, looking leisurely and complacent, no matter how she looked like a girl.

"Qingzhi, you've come to see me."

Chen Jiaqi showed a happy expression, because he was injured on his back, so he could only lie on the pillow, covered with a thin quilt, and he looked a little funny.

"I brought you some medicated oil, but I thought you should be medicated, so I don't need it."

For Chen Jiaqi, her tone is plain and orderly, not mixed and has any good feelings in it.

"Angelica's medicated oil is the best, and the next time I change the dressing, I will use Angelica's medicated oil."

Chen Jiaqi smiled beautifully, and his eyes were bent into small crescents.

Qing Zhi almost never came to him, if it wasn't for the injury and couldn't move, he would definitely be excited to hug him, but the result was likely to be a slap from Qing Zhi.

"There are also some sweet persimmons, which are pickled in this year's new persimmons, if you feel bitter after drinking the medicine, you can eat this."

Qingzhi pointed to the sweet persimmons wrapped in glutinous rice oil paper again, and said without being salty or light.

"As long as it's something Qingzhi brings, I like it."

Chen Jiaqi was still smiling, he had been struggling to sit up, but given that the whole back was bandaged like a dumpling, he couldn't move, so he gave up after trying a few times.

All the rooms in the Guozhang Mansion have ghosts, but Chen Jiaqi has no city mansion at all, which is really rare.

Such a person should always live a life like a noble son, just live a mediocre and worry-free past life, and never have anything to do with her.

"Fifth Young Master."

Thinking of this, Qing Zhi raised her head and raised her apricot eyes to look at him.

Chen Jiaqi is most afraid of her appearance, the serious Qingzhi, there is an indescribable sense of oppression, and there is no feeling in his father's place.

"Qingzhi, don't say it, I don't want to hear it."

He had a pleading tone, although his father was talking and his mother was talking.

But he felt that as long as Qingzhi didn't say it, everything would not count.

"I heard that Miss Jiang is good, and it must be a thing worth celebrating to be able to marry the Fifth Young Master."

"But I don't want to!"

Chen Jiaqi shouted excitedly, involving the wound, grinning in pain.

"The grandfather and Mrs. Zhang will also be very happy, and ......"

"Whether they are happy or not, what does it have to do with me, who I like, who I want to marry, that's my freedom, why should I base the rest of my life on their ideas!"

Chen Jiaqi shouted loudly, biting his lip tightly, and tears rolled in his eyes with grievance.

He was not a person with responsibility and courage in the first place, and now he is so resolute, it is really rare.