Chapter 97: Trouble (1)
"I brought Wuyan with me, it's more convenient for the two girls to take care of you." Zhiwei said.
"Good ......" Xingzhi likes her two girls very much, and having them by her side can relieve boredom.
"I'll change your dressing first!"
Xingzhi asked my sister to change the dressing.
Who knew that she untied her clothes and saw that her wounds were healing very well, and the wounds had been cleaned.
"Silent, you changed the medicine for your master last night?"
"Nope!" Silent, he couldn't extricate himself from the guilt of getting up late, and he didn't dare to take credit.
Zhiwei was a little puzzled, she said while taking the medicine: "Your wound has recovered very well, but don't be careless, you still have to take care of it carefully, and you can't leave the root of the disease." ”
"Got it." Xingzhi felt that his injuries were indeed much better, and the wounds were not so painful.
After changing the medicine, Zhiwei couldn't help but continue to advise: "Okay, you are here now, and it is time to grow your body." You must not forget, you are a woman, you must take care of your body, you must no longer be impulsive, you must have the defense of men and women! ”
Xingzhi looked down at his chest, since she wrote from her, his chest was always swollen, and he had to change his dressing because of his injury, and he even tied the cloth belt carelessly.
Now that I look closely, it seems to look a little bit.
"Know ......"
Zhiwei looked at her with pity, among their Song sisters, her behavior was the most beautiful, her facial features were smart and exquisite, and she had lovely pear vortices on her cheeks when she smiled.
Although she grew up as a boy since she was a child, she speaks and acts like a boy. But she is still a girl after all, she has grown up, she is fourteen years old, and she has come to the letter.
Zhiwei was in a trance, and inexplicably thought of Yang Xutang!
Why does she have such associations?
Is it because he is so dependent on him? Or does he know that Xingzhi is a girl, but he doesn't break it at all, and still loves it so much?
But they are masters and apprentices! Yang Xutang, who values courtesy, righteousness and shame and was born in Confucianism, will never like to behave!
What a fantasy!
"Sister, I'm not my future brother-in-law, why do you look at me like this......"
Hearing Xingzhi mention her future husband, Zhiwei's face was slightly red and she twisted her: "Don't be poor." ”
"Now the house is very peaceful, and the second brother hasn't been found yet! Uncle came to our second room again last night and asked when you will come back? Zhiwei said again.
"He asked my second brother what I was doing. I have always had a relationship with my second brother, and I don't know if you ask me. Xingzhi said.
"That's how I went back to my uncle." Zhiwei was faintly a little uneasy, "Mother is also worried about you, when I come, Zhiyue will come over......"
"The second sister can't keep the secret, let her know that I was injured, and she was afraid that others would test a few words, so she said it." Xingzhi said.
"She is looking for a chance to meet Mr. Yang......"
"......" didn't know that her wound hurt again.
Zhiwei observed the look of the line and asked slowly: "Xiaozhi, the Yang Mansion has the intention of marrying the Song family, you said that your second sister married Mr. Yang, what do you think?" ”
The second sister marries the teacher, and the teacher becomes her brother-in-law!
Thinking about that picture, the wound hurts even more!
"Zhiyue admires Mr. Yang very much, but I don't know what Mr. Yang thinks?"
"Teacher's thoughts, how do I know!"
“……”
Zhiwei was testing the behavior, she thought that the behavior was the heart of a boy, and the relationship between men and women was not enlightened.
Now she is not sure again, if she is really in love with Mr. Yang, then ......
"Sister, you just love to worry, his father can't be the master of the teacher's marriage, and Mrs. Xu can be the master of a steproom? Let's not talk about it. Song Xingzhi said.
"That's ......"