After a long journey, she almost didn't sweat her sweat, and now she can be regarded as bursting out of the crowd.

Pedaling, a few small jumps came to the little doll, stroked his little head, and pinched his little face, such a white and chubby little doll, she liked it the most, I wish I could get closer again, so that I could get tired of kissing him.

"Doll, don't cry, the sister Jiang Zhen you are looking for is here with Brother Lutai." After that, he wiped away the tears in front of his eyes for this little doll, and this chubby little mouth was soft to the touch.

This is kissing and hugging, no matter how she looks like a good mother, she doesn't care much, but the two people behind her are dumbfounded.

She, Jiang Zhen, also has such a gentle side, such a contrast, it must be false to say that she is not impressed.

Holding the little doll in her arms and humming a lullaby, her singing may not be very pleasant, but it is still useful after all.

The little doll's crying has stopped, and the fleshy arms are shaking like two pink lotus roots, so cute.

He finally smiled, and said in a milky voice: "Sister, come in with me, by the way, and this brother too, you can come in together." ”

Jiang Zhen crossed the threshold with the little doll in his arms, and he was considered to have entered the Dong Mansion, and the road platform followed closely and did not slack off, but when he came to Chen Yi, he was stopped by the two old slaves and refused: "If you are not a painter, you are not allowed to enter!" ”

"What?! Can't you bring your own Langjun with you?! Jiang Zhen, this girl, has been chattering for a long time, but no matter what she says, her mouth is about to wear out, and it is useless, these two old slaves are still the same sentence: "Idlers are not allowed to enter!" ”

There's no way, these two are tired of talking, but now they are splitting apart, "Yilang, Yaoyao is gone, you don't have to leave here, Yaoyao won't come out." ”

The words of advice are full of sweetness, but they can be smelled by the roadside platform, but they seem to be sour.

When did they get better?

With full of confusion and unwillingness, Lu Tai was admitted to the hospital with Jiang Jing behind him, and from time to time there were birds singing and flowers adorning his body, although it was such a beautiful scenery, but he had to enjoy it alone, and he was very lonely.

Her back is still so familiar and clearly visible, but she can't catch up with her footsteps, and what she gives herself is always just her back.

One foot away, like an abyss.

Reading people is troublesome, what three from the four virtues, three outlines and five constants, are all things that bind hands and feet, it is not difficult to be emotional, and it is not easy to dare to be emotional.

Lu Tai wanted to grab the sleeve of her skirt with his hand, wishing that she could walk slower, wishing that he could be side by side with her, but he hesitated for a long time, and this uncompetitive hand could not be stretched out.

I opened my mouth again, and I wanted to say something, but I seemed to lose my voice, just chirping.

When he was close to the lotus root, with the fragrance of summer, he woke up in an instant, and finally said, "Miss Jiang Zhen, can you walk slower?" ”

Hearing this, he stopped and looked at him with a strange look, and replied, "Oh." ”

It's really strange enough that you can't walk fast on your own as a man? Jiang Zhen wondered in his heart.

The two are walking side by side now, Jiang Zhen is not tall, but he is not short, just at the shoulder of the road, he glanced at Jiang Zhen beside him, he was still so playful, he didn't stop just walking, and he would always jump twice from time to time.

"Miss Jiang Zhen seems to be very familiar with that young man." Lu Tai said curiously.

"That's nature! He's a noble girl! Jiang Zhen said proudly, it seemed that she was not as interested in talking about anything as she was coming.

"So, hehe, then Jiang Zhen is really blessed." The smile that was supposed to hide the sour laughter came out, but it also turned into a bitter smile, and his son's mood must be extremely chaotic.

It's messy, it's miserable.

Later, he must have no intention of doing this painting again, so he had no choice but to say to her: "Miss Jiang Zhen, you should go first later, if the painting you made can enter the eyes of the Dong Divine Doctor, then I don't have to go again." ”

"Aren't you here to paint? Whether or not my painting can enter the eyes of that Dong Divine Doctor can't stop you from painting. Jiang Zhen wondered.

"Hehe, what Miss Jiang Zhen said is very true, but I ...... Recently, my body and bones are a little cold, and I am afraid that it will be inconvenient. "After passing through a few alleys and stepping on a few stone roads, I have now reached the door of the study.

"Oh, that's it." Jiang Zhen couldn't deny it back, his body was cold, so he went back to the house to rest, why did he come to this Dong Mansion but didn't paint? I don't understand, I don't understand

The road platform is not safe now, it is strange for Jiang Zhen to look at it, it is very strange, his behavior is not used in the past.

It's finally here, and this Dong Mansion is really big enough.

The person in front of him is Dong Qiuli, look at this face is handsome enough, King Tongwen is generally a beauty, I really don't know how these men are maintained, this little face is slippery, and it is whiter than most of the little girls' families.

"Are you Jiang Zhen?" Dong Qiuli asked.

"It's this girl!" She was still so arrogant, without any sense of humility.

In this way, it contrasted Dong Qiuli's heart, he didn't like the hypocritical style of scholars, he was humble in everything, humble in everything, and very fake!

He had already seen the road platform on the side, he was a good person, true or false, it was the bookish taste of this body, which made him a little disgusted.

I thought that I could feast my eyes and paint for a beautiful man like Dong Shenyi, which must be rare in this life, and his face is so fair, so wouldn't this body be even more smooth!

She guessed wrong.

Dong Qiuli is just looking for her, and I hope she can paint for the women in this study.

With the warm afternoon sun casting, a beautiful woman can be faintly seen through the window paper, as if waiting in front of the dressing table with her forehead on her forehead.

Jiang Zhen stood in front of the door, "Knock knock!" He rang three times and said, "I'm here to paint for you." ”

"Ahem, ahem...... You...... cough cough cough ...... Come in...... "The woman in the house must be sick, but she was coughing and wheezing for a long time for a single word, and her voice was also very hoarse, and she could imagine her weak appearance just by smelling it.

Sure enough, just as Jiang Zhen thought, although he seemed to be okay when he looked at his body, he was really embarrassed on this face, not to mention the lack of blood, and from time to time he would cover his mouth with a handkerchief and cough softly: "Ahem, cough, cough......"

What a poor man, such a beautiful woman has to huddle in the room every day, and she can't see the light or the joy.

"Ahem, ahem...... Qiu Li asked you to come, right? The woman asked.

"Yes." Jiang Zhen replied.

"Hehe, that guy of his...... cough cough cough ......" another cough and pant sound, and his weak body was also leaning against the wall, such a scene made Jiang Zhen frightened, and hurriedly stepped forward, worried: "Are you okay?!" Do you need me to summon Doctor Dong? ”

The sick person was helped back to the couch by Jiang Zhen, and the handkerchief she used to cover her mouth was already stained with a little blood.

A trembling voice said, "No need to ...... No ...... required I don't want to mess with Qiu Li anymore. ”

It is said that the fairies in the painting are vivid, quiet as beads, moving as wooden hair, a smile is joy, and it is beautiful without saying a word.

But look at her in front of her again, like a weak willow supporting the wind, she has no spirit for a long time, for fear that she will vomit blood again later, so how does Jiang Zhen paint for her?

"Hehe, let's get started, come on...... Ahem...... Paint for me. She stood up and said recklessly.

"Are you really okay?!" Jiang Zhen said worriedly, her hand on the couch was still trembling.

"It's all right, come on." If it doesn't work out this time, then I'm afraid I won't have a chance again.

Just after lifting the pen into the ink and sketching a few strokes casually, Dong Qiuli came in with medicinal tea and said, "Mushroom Su, it's time to drink the medicine." ”

The medicine is bitter, but this medicine is very astringent, and the woman named Mushroom Su hurriedly coughed a few times, and the little tongue seemed to tremble together, and she was a little unfavorable when she spoke.

"Ahem, ahem...... Autumn leaves, this medicine is so astringent today. Mushroom Su hurriedly added water and complained.

"This medicine is a new one I grabbed for you, and it's astringent, but haven't you drunk it yet." Dong Qiuli picked up the soup bowl, and when he left, he didn't forget to kiss the mushrooms.

Rubbing her little face lightly, and touching the tip of her nose, they were both not suspicious, but there was still someone in this room.

After Dong Qiu left, Mushroom Su coughed and wheezed several times in a row, and almost didn't vomit the blood again, and Jiang Zhen on the side couldn't help, so he had to call Dong Qiuli again.

It's also ironic, if he can't even save the person he loves, then what kind of miracle doctor is he? It's just a name.

It's really a bitter mandarin duck!