Yang Zhen has been in a panic recently, and he goes to walk around the outside of King An's Mansion every night like a routine, and then comes back with a look of desire and dissatisfaction, and he has been listless all day, and he even feels bored fighting with Meng Jin'an.

Mrs. Yang thought he was sick, so she fed him medicinal food every day, and made up for the nosebleeds that had been bleeding for three nights, and Mrs. Yang stopped.

On this day, Yang Zhen was passing the time in the restaurant, and when he looked down, he saw and took a few maids to Huaiyang Street, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he put down the silver and jumped down from the second floor with a sword. Unhurriedly followed and carried behind them.

They stopped at Jubaozhai, and stood at the door and ordered, "Buy according to this, it must be new, go." ”

Huaiyang Street is most famous for pastries, preserved fruits, and the like, and Huai came out today to buy.

Meng Shaoguang is actually not a picky eater at all, but she spends most of her time at home, and she can't lack pastries, tea, or anything, so the consumption is quite large, and she carefully notes down a few of Meng Shaoguang's favorite foods, and buys them back for the cooks in the house to study and study.

And let the men wait, and he went to the place where the wine was sold. Shuncheng Distillery was unloading, and Huai made a gap to enter, and said to the boss who was directing the men at the counter: "A jar of autumn leaves white." ”

The boss took time out of his busy schedule and said, "Autumn leaves are spirits, but the girl knows?" ”

He smiled at the boss's reminder and said softly, "Thank you boss, but I didn't buy it to drink." ”

Seeing the puzzled eyes of the boss, he explained: "I accidentally cut my hand in the kitchen yesterday, and I heard that Autumn Leaf White has a miraculous effect on the knife, so I bought it and tried it." ”

The boss didn't look like he was working in the kitchen, but he didn't ask much, after all, he couldn't help but do business when it came.

"That's true, I've tried it and it's pretty good, but it hurts a little."

"It doesn't matter."

Yang Zhen, who was listening outside the door, frowned, he intuitively and bought wine to treat the injury on his arm, and the taste of autumn leaves white is that the old man uses the straight teeth that hurt, where can she stand this.

When the boss was done, he gave a small jar of autumn leaves to Huai, and there were only a few copper plates. Akiba white is a strong liquor, and ordinary people can't stand it, so the price is naturally not high.

And he walked back with the wine jar in his right hand, walking very slowly, trying not to touch people with his left arm. As he walked, he felt a large shadow fall in front of him, and he paid attention to the surroundings and drew his attention back. When he saw Yang Zhen standing in front of him expressionlessly, his brows furrowed.

Yang Zhen looked at it and frowned, feeling uncomfortable for a while, he smiled so gently with the old man just now, how could he feel like he had a lot of hatred when he came to him? Didn't he just miss her? They all said that they wanted to compensate themselves, don't worry about it so much, what are you doing? Women are really troublesome.

"Young Master Yang." And Huai nodded at him, staggered around and was about to leave. She can't say that she dislikes Yang Zhen, but she definitely doesn't have a good impression of it. In her eyes, she is a brave, reckless, ignorant, and ignorant swinger, which happens to be the type she doesn't want to see the most.

Yang Zhen subconsciously staggered his steps and blocked, and tightened his fingers slightly embarrassedly at the inquiring gaze.

"Is there something wrong with Young Master Yang?" And Huai saw that the maids were waiting for her in Jubaozhai, and she didn't plan to spend it with Yang Zhen here.

Yang Zhen pointed to the wine jug held in his right hand and said seriously: "That wine is too strong, you can't stand it, use this." As he spoke, he handed over a bottle of wound medicine that he was holding in his left hand. Quite nervously looking at it. This was the first time he had given something away, and he was a woman.

And looked at Yang Zhen calmly with his eyes, and said politely and detachedly: "Thank you Yang Gongzi for your kindness, the wound medicine has a taste, I don't want to use it." Leave. As he spoke, he staggered again and walked towards Jubao Zhai, beckoning a few people with food boxes to go to King An's mansion.

Yang Zhen silently withdrew his left hand holding the porcelain vase, and he wondered why he felt very uncomfortable in his heart. In the end, he put this down to being upset with the rejection of his first delivery. Raising his hand, he wanted to throw away the wound medicine, but after thinking about it, he put it in his arms again, but he hurriedly bought it, and it was a pity to lose it. He kept it for himself. After taking two steps, he stopped, and his left arm, which was motionless when he walked, made him feel very uncomfortable, and turned around and plunged into the pharmacy again.

"Young Master Yang came back so soon? Is the wound medicine any good? ”

Yang Zhen put the wound medicine on the counter, and said expressionlessly: "Change, change it to the kind of wound medicine that has no taste." ”

The medicine boy was speechless, and opened his mouth and said: "How can the medicine not smell of medicine, Yang Gongzi, are you still afraid of smelling the fragrance of medicine?" ”

Yang Zhen slapped the counter and scared the medicine boy, "Old man Li, tell him to come out!" "Does medicine have to smell like medicine, he still doesn't believe it.

The medicine boy hurriedly ran inside to call Li Haichuan, and said in his heart that Yang Gongzi was stimulated by something this time, and no one was pleasing to the eye.

Yang Zhen was tossing in the pharmacy at this moment, and Huai had already returned with someone. She asked the maid to divide the pastry into two parts, one to send to the kitchen for the cook to study, and the other to carry to the Seven Star Pavilion by herself. There is also a jar of autumn leaves in his hand.

The weather is getting colder, Meng Shaoguang is rarely outside, and the doors and windows in the house are wide open, and you can see the lake, sheltering from the wind and rain. Except that there is no big tree to cover the roof, everything else is good.

"Miss."

He stopped outside the door and called softly.

"Come in."

And he took off his shoes and walked in, took the lead in putting the food box on the table, and then took the autumn leaf white with his right hand and put it on the table.

"How well are you recuperating from your injuries?" Meng Shaoguang saw and held a jar of wine in his left hand, as if asking casually.

He Huai took out the pastry and brought it to the table next to the soft couch where Meng Feihua was, and said respectfully: "Miss Xie cares, don't get in the way." As he spoke, he took Akiba Bai over and put it on the table together.

"Miss, Akiba Bai has been bought."

Meng Shaoguang opened the stopper and sniffed it, a familiar smell filled her sense of smell. She closed the lid again and said, "Go and treat the wound, and bring more people with you next time." ”

And Huai was slightly stunned, then leaned down and said yes, and then slowly faded.

Out of the Seven Star Pavilion and Huai silently breathed a sigh of relief, turned her face to look at the bleeding arm a little helpless, she deliberately washed off all the medicine before going out today in order to succeed in the plan, and when she came back, she just walked from here to the Seven Star Pavilion with a wine jug, who knew that the wound would ooze blood. Thinking of Meng Shaoguang's appropriate instructions, and Huai Neng felt that Meng Shaoguang seemed to be a little angry, but if she said that she didn't give the wound medicine, she really felt incredible, but she couldn't find any other reason to refute it, she, the master, was really hard-mouthed and soft-hearted.