Zuo Shaoyang and Bai Zhihan sat in the ox cart shed, staggering towards Longzhou.

Hezhou is not too far from Longzhou, but they take an ox cart, which is not much faster than a human walk, but it just saves effort.

The weather has begun to get hot, Zuo Shaoyang personally drove the ox cart, and Bai Zhihan, who was dressed in a bearded men's clothes, sat next to him, rushing forward in the early summer breeze.

The squirrel yellow ball is more than before, full of carts, squatting on Zuo Shaoyang's shoulders for a while, going up to the roof of the carport for a while, and simply running to the head of the ox cart and standing upright in the distance. made the two of them laugh non-stop.

The road was very peaceful, and now the imperial court can use the deed of the tenant land to get grain on credit, and with food to eat, there will be no chaos, and they are all busy with the work in the field.

The fields you see along the way have already sprouted small seedlings, but weeds have also grown, but there are very few farmers who see the fields plowing and weeding. Tens of thousands of people died in the war and famine in Hezhou, and the contradiction of a small number of people in the area was even more prominent, and the general said that he had asked the imperial court to send troops to the fields and migrated immigrants has not yet moved, and if it drags on any longer, I am afraid that it will affect the harvest in the field.

In the evening, the ox cart arrived in a small town and found a small inn to stay. asked for a suite, Zuo Shaoyang lived inside, and Bai Zhihan was a maid medicine boy who lived outside. After serving Zuo Shaoyang to wash, Bai Zhihan also finished washing, standing at the moon arch inside and outside, and was about to close the door curtain, when he saw Zuo Shaoyang sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at her, he wanted to speak and stopped, and couldn't help but feel a little heartbeat. He said in a low voice: "Young master, go to sleep, you have to hurry tomorrow morning!" ”

Zuo Shaoyang patted the edge of the bed: "Come here!" ”

Bai Zhihan slowly walked to the edge of the bed, sat down, and lowered his head.

Zuo Shaoyang stretched out his hand, and Bai Zhihan fell into his arms. Let him kiss and caress him, panting, sideburns scattered.

Zuo Shaoyang was about to untie her clothes, but Bai Zhihan grabbed it and looked at him with a pretty face as holy as condensation: "Young master, didn't we talk about it on the rockery last night?" Wait until the day you marry me, and then ......."

Zuo Shaoyang's hand stopped, looking at her, Bai Zhihan was born in an official eunuch, and her family education was very strict, so she couldn't accept the kind of thing before marriage, which was even more resolute than Miao Peilan. Zuo Shaoyang was helpless, nodded, hugged her tightly, and said in a low voice: "I said to marry you, but you don't want to." ”

"It's not that the slave and maid are unwilling, it's that the young master doesn't really want to marry, the young master said this, just because the old lady wants you to do this, it's not the young master's original intention, the slave doesn't want the young master to go against his will and do things that he doesn't look like."

"You stupid girl, I'm already starting to like you!"

"It's different, the slave maid can see that the young master is worried about Miss Miao in his heart, so he doesn't want to marry the slave maid as his wife."

This sentence stunned Zuo Shaoyang, indeed, he has been hesitating, even when he hugged Bai Zhihan and made love, after Bai Zhihan's reminder, he suddenly understood what his hesitation came from, it was indeed a kind of concern or guilt that hindered his decision to marry Bai Zhihan. That's Miao Peilan.

After several lives and deaths with Miao Peilan, and two months of grinding on the top of the mountain, Miao Peilan's position in Zuo Shaoyang's heart has been unbreakable, and his father insisted that he marry a woman like Bai Zhihan as his wife, so he persuaded himself to take Bai Zhihan, who began to have a good feeling, into his arms, and finally said the idea of marrying her. And Bai Zhi is cold and jade, keenly aware of the helplessness and hesitation in Zuo Shaoyang's heart, she is unwilling to become his wife in Zuo Shaoyang's mood, although as long as Zuo Shaoyang insists, she will marry him.

Zuo Shaoyang's heart was in turmoil, and the hand holding her was a little stiff.

Bai Zhi smiled coldly, gently broke free from his embrace, and said in a low voice, "Young master, I'm going back to sleep?" ”

Zuo Shaoyang was angry with himself, pulled her down on the bed, unbuttoned her shirt silently, rubbed her towering white rabbit-like breasts a little roughly, and shouted that her buds kept sucking.

Bai Zhihan gently stroked his head and watched him wreak havoc on him lovingly.

Zuo Shaoyang straightened his waist, knelt on the edge of the bed expressionlessly, began to take off his clothes, listened to the chirp twice, looked up, and saw the little squirrel Huangqiu squatting there next to the lantern on the long table next to the bed, tilting his little head to look at him, and his long tail rolled over to wrap his body. The little eyes trickle around.

Zuo Shaoyang chuckled, looked at the little squirrel, which was given to him by Miao Peilan, and Miao Peilan's delicate face and petite body appeared in front of him, as if he saw Miao Peilan carrying a large handful of firewood coming up from the bottom of the mountain, and the bright smile like a mountain flower swept away Zuo Shaoyang's primitive ** aroused by Bai Zhihan's beautiful body.

Bai Zhihan sat up quietly, silently put on her dress, bypassed Zuo Shaoyang and got out of bed, and walked gently to the outer room.

"Zhi'er!" Zuo Shaoyang shouted.

Bai Zhihan stood still and didn't look back.

Zuo Shaoyang got out of bed, walked behind her, hugged her slender waist, and kissed her earlobe: "I'm sorry ......"

Bai Zhihan turned his face slightly, rubbed his tough cheeks with Wen Yu's tender face, and said softly: "Young master, sleep......"

"Hmm," Zuo Shaoyang let go of Bai Zhihan's body. Bai Zhihan went out of the curtain, turned to look at him, smiled, and closed the curtain.

Zuo Shaoyang returned to the bed, looked at the little squirrel yellow ball who was still squatting on the table and looking at him, smiled bitterly, patted the head of the bed, the yellow ball was lightly vertical, jumped to the pillow, curled up, rolled up the big fluffy tail to wrap his body, and the little head came out with a small point, looking at him.

Zuo Shaoyang blew out the light, lay down, touched the smooth fur of the yellow ball, and said in a low voice: "Little guy, tell me, what should I do?" ”

The big tail of the yellow ball flicked.

"Alas!" Zuo Shaoyang turned over and lay down, his hands pillowed behind his head, feeling very messed up, and he didn't know why this was happening. Bai Zhihan is such a beautiful woman, and now she is so gentle and considerate to herself, and she is obedient, what is there to dislike, I really don't understand why I don't have the passion to marry her in my heart. Could it be that the previous antipathy was too strong?

Zuo Shaoyang couldn't say clearly, he was indeed a little tired after a bumpy day in an ox cart, but he still fell asleep deeply.

Early the next morning, just after dawn, the two got up, washed up, hurriedly ate breakfast at the inn, and then drove the ox cart on the road.

The sky was overcast, and after walking for less than half an hour, a light rain began to fall, dripping and hitting the dirt official road, and the air was filled with a smell of dust.

Zuo Shaoyang and Bai Zhihan both hid in the carport, as long as the ploughing ox did not stop, it would walk along the official road by itself. So there's no need to drive it away.

Zuo Shaoyang sat cross-legged in the carport, and Bai Zhihan also sat cross-legged opposite him, both of them sitting with their backs to the carport. The ox cart is slower than the horse-drawn cart, but it is more stable than the horse-drawn cart, and it does not feel too bumpy.

Bai Zhihan smiled and said: "Young master, I like to listen to your poems......" Bai Zhihan remembered that Zuo Shaoyang said that he didn't write it himself, but his friend, although he didn't believe it in his heart, he still changed his words and said: "Do you like to listen to your friend's poems, read me two more lines?" Just read about the rain, okay? ”

Zuo Shaoyang really didn't want to use the poems of the ancients as his own works to deceive the favor of other girls, so he said: "Don't read poems, let me tell you a story in the rain, it's about medicinal materials." ”

"Hmmm! All right. ”

"However, when I tell a story, there must always be a reward, what do you reward me?"

Bai Zhihan smiled shyly, lowered her head and said, "The slaves and maids are all the young master's, and it is not the young master's decision to decide what you want." ”

Zuo Shaoyang couldn't help but feel his heart flutter when he heard it: "Otherwise, my story is well told, you can kiss me in return, how about it?" ”

Bai Zhihan's snow-white neck was red, and her pink head nodded slightly: "What the young master says is what it is." ”

Seeing that she agreed, Zuo Shaoyang coughed happily and said, "The two words Angelica Angelica in your name are medicinal herbs, you must know this." ”

Bai Zhihan nodded.

"There is an allusion to this medicinal herb, you must not know."

"What allusion?" Bai Zhihan tilted his head to look at him.

"Once upon a time there was a rich merchant who had a daughter, and every time she had menstruation, it was painful, and all the doctors were ineffective, and she was so tormented that her face was haggard. Her old father was very distressed, so he drove the carriage to take his daughter to the capital to seek medical treatment, the road encountered heavy rain, saw an old man on the side of the road carrying a basket with some medicinal herbs, brave the rain to hurry, he couldn't bear it, so he called the old man to get in the car and take him for a ride. The old man saw that the daughter of the rich merchant was drenched in cold sweat, holding her lower abdomen and crying, so he asked the reason, and after the rich merchant said it, the old man took a bunch of angelica from the medicine basket, and asked them to wash it with boiling water, dry it, grind it, and refine the honey into pills. The wealthy merchant naturally didn't believe that the mountain medicine farmer could cure his daughter's illness, so he just agreed casually. ”

Bai Zhihan said with a smile: "People can't look good, this old rich businessman shouldn't underestimate people." ”

"Yes, when the rain stopped, the old man drifted away. The rich merchant came to the capital with his daughter, the capital of this country is called Bianliang, and the rich businessman went to the capital to seek medical treatment for his daughter, but he was not cured. In desperation, he thought of the old man's prescription and prepared a few pills for his daughter to take according to the refining honey. It's really godly, one pain is greatly reduced, two pains are all gone, and then I have taken it continuously for a period of time, and I have never had pain in menstruation since then. The wealthy merchant was very happy, and went to the area to repay the old man who was collecting medicine, but he never saw him again. Because this pill was refined in Bianliang, Kyoto, after it spread, it was named 'Duliang Pill'. It has become a commonly used medicine for the treatment of gynecology. ”

"It's really a god!" Bai Zhihan's beautiful Danfeng eyes blinked: "This old man is afraid that the Medicine King God will come down to help them, right?" ”

"I guess so."

"I haven't heard of this Liang Pill, but this is a good recipe, can the young master tell me how to configure it? In the future, if you encounter someone who has this disease, it is better to say that you can give it to others and do good deeds to accumulate virtue. ”

(To be continued)