Although Zhuge Fengyin seems to be quite scheming and looks like he is not easy to get along with, it seems that the dose of medicine she gave before is indeed somewhat useful, at least Nangong Jin's previous situation of bleeding can be more or less alleviated.

Since the other party is kind to herself, Song Jiayao naturally has some kindness, but she still shouldn't have a deep relationship, and she can't keep how many calculations are hidden under her calm face.

"No, what I said before was a joke, I said so, Miss Zhuge still left early. I can't leave you this big Buddha in this small temple. ”

Song Jiayao made up her mind to drive her away, she really couldn't withstand so many calculations, and she had to be afraid in her own yard.

What's more, she came out of the Dongping County Lord's Mansion, so she would not have nowhere to go, and even if there was really nowhere to go in the end, I believe that Ping'an Hou would not guard against her......

Although she didn't want to admit it, the more uncomfortable she felt in her heart.

Zhang San is looking at the situation inside, it's not good!

If the second miss of the Song family made up her mind to pay attention and didn't want him, then the Hou Ye would not be able to pass that level, and he would not care if it was Miss Song's second problem, and it was also possible to directly send him to a place where birds do not lay eggs.

"I also helped you, do you dare to say that the medicine is useless?" Zhuge Fengyin is not afraid that Song Jiayao will be rude if she disagrees, she is not such a character, otherwise she would not tolerate her in the past few days, and she has not been kicked out.

As soon as Zhang San saw that the situation was not right, he wanted to rush in and persuade him to say a few words, whether it was Zhuge Fengyin, although he didn't know this person, and he didn't know what the relationship was with Hou Ye, or Song Jiayao, he couldn't be provoked.

With sharp eyes like Zhang San, he knew that things had changed at a glance, and decided to look at it later.

When it was time to give medicine to Nangong Jin, Song Jiayao's side had not yet arrived, and the little maid who was in charge of serving Nangong Jin over there hurriedly came over.

"Miss, go quickly, Ping'an Hou is waiting in the hall now, and he specially explained to the slave maid, so that Miss should not delay time!"

Hearing the little maid say this, Song Jiayao only felt that one head and two were big, not to mention that there was an uninvited guest here who didn't leave, and now there was another cold-faced prince who had to be her, and she really didn't let her be idle.

A little maid led the way in front of her in a hurry, and she almost fell several times, which made Song Jiayao laugh and feel really novel, why is this Ping'an Hou like a man-eating beast in the eyes of others?

Zhang San breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, Hou Ye came on the field by himself, so he had nothing to do.

Thinking like this, Zhang San became a qualified guard on the side, and at the same time frantically lowered his sense of existence, he also thought about marrying a lady in Beijing, if he went for three years or two years, it would not be possible.

Nangong Jin waited left and right in the room, changing various sitting postures, but he always felt a little uncomfortable, counting the time, the little maid sent to call people should also be coming with people, but he felt that he couldn't find a relatively natural sitting posture anyway.

"Click-"

The door in front of him was pushed open by the other party, and the shadow that made him think about it broke into his eyes.

Song Jiayao is wearing a light green light veil today, like the morning mist in the mountains with a refreshing feeling, a small face that is still bright and moving without powder, but it is far better than those women who apply grease and powder, and are bewitching and fiddling.

"How did you feel today? Does it still hurt? ”

Song Jiayao stepped forward to observe Nangong Jin's injury, but she couldn't help but crash into a pair of deep eyes.

"I feel bad today, because I can't see you, so it hurts here."

As he spoke, Nangong Jin raised his hand and patted his chest gently, with a look of softness on his face.

Song Jiayao looked at Nangong Jin's eyes as black as ink, the distance between the two was extremely close, close enough to be able to see the reflection of himself in the other party's eyes, and the self in it was unprecedentedly flustered.

"Ping'an Hou, it's time to take medicine."

Song Jiayao looked away in a panic, took out the gold sore medicine from the small box she brought with her, pursed her lips, and felt that her heart was pounding.

"Don't call me Ping'an Hou, it looks like a raw one," Nangong Jin leaned forward a little more, opening up his already somewhat healed wound, "I like you to call me Nangong Jin, or, it's okay to call me a single name Jin, hiss-"

Who knew that this first affectionate item had not yet been delivered, and Song Jiayao's hand with the medicine trembled heavily, and Nangong Jin was so defenseless that she almost lost her bearing.

"The wound is now in the critical period of healing, and the medicine may be much more painful than before, so we must pay more attention to it when recuperating recently."

Although Song Jiayao's mouth was natural in business, the roots of her ears were already as red as a soldering iron.

As always, Nangong Jin can't take medicine for anyone except Song Jiayao, such a rare space for solitude, as the wound heals day by day and his mood changes, Nangong Jin now feels that it is not enough.

In the time he spent with Song Jiayao, he confirmed his rare affection for Song Jiayao, in this life, I Nangong Jin only thought that Song Jiayao alone could be his wife.

Ping'an Hou, who has always acted vigorously and resolutely, is naturally definitely not this kind of person who only talks verbally, although as long as he moves his mouth or nods and blinks his eyes, those women will consciously line up to become his pillow person, but Song Jiayao is different, so Nangong Jin, who is Ping'an Hou, wants to know how to pursue a woman for the first time.

There are no credible people around Nangong Jin, and only Zhao Si is gullible, not to mention this kind of thing, he is still a little ashamed to speak.

"Zhao Si, have you ever pursued a woman? How should a man pursue a woman? ”

Zhao Si never imagined that Nangong Jin would ask him such a question, but it was no wonder that it was Nangong Jin's side who quickly restrained his emotions.

"Master, you can ask the right person, don't say anything else, I also know a little bit about this, it's not simple to please a woman, what a woman likes, you just give her something, since ancient times, there is no woman who doesn't love beauty, isn't there a good saying, women are pleasing to themselves, so what rouge yellow flowers, silk and satin, a car and a box of sent over, no woman is not moved."

Carmine, silk satin? These things have long been counted in his house, but he has never seen Song Jiayao wear any bright clothes, most of them are plain, like lotus flowers that are not stained out of the mud, so just send a few plain and Seiko ready-to-wear clothes over.

The little guy sent to deliver the clothes has not heard back, but the things at hand cannot allow him to be distracted and sloppy, and the case of Liu Hai has finally found out the clues, no matter what, this time it must be all in one net.

"The people I sent have already identified a few key people, and it seems that it won't be long before this case is closed."

The case that has been handled for a long time has finally seen the light of day, and Song Anguo and Nangong Jin have rarely seen a little sunshine on their faces, for this reason, the previous hard work and efforts are really not in vain.

"During this time, it has also been hard for you and Miss Song to take care of me, but I don't know what your brothers and sisters like, I can chat and express my gratitude."

Nangong Jin asked coldly, Song Anguo was a little panicked, even a blind man could see what Nangong Jin meant to Song Jiayao these days.

Although Nangong Jin said the high-sounding thing on the surface to express his gratitude to their brothers and sisters, what does he like as a dignified man, does he still use Nangong Jin to knock on the side and ask? Eighty percent just wants to find out what his sister likes through him, and wants to ask for a favor, is he really unable to see it?

Song Anguo naturally has no complaints about Nangong Jin's character, but this sister who grew up in his own family hasn't hurt enough, how can he be cheaper than other stinky boys? It's just that since Nangong Jin asked here, he still has to answer anyway and count it as coping.

"Ping'an Hou is really too much to see, I don't have to bother with anything, but my little sister naturally likes some rouge gouache and the like, you know, girls grow up and like to fiddle with these things, I'm really a little incomprehensible."

Rouge gouache? It's not that hard.

"Oh, by the way, Song Jiayao seems to have been talking to me recently about wanting a few pieces of jewelry with good workmanship or something, and it seems that she also mentioned that the jewelry in the security hall is good."

Looking at Nangong Jin's humble and serious appearance, he was a little more focused than when he discussed the case before, although he felt a little unbearable in his heart, but he also felt that teasing this unsmiling Ping'an Hou was really interesting, but he didn't know how his sister reacted when she saw such a bunch of jeweled things.

Since he knew Song Jiayao's preferences from his brother, Nangong Jin naturally did not doubt him, so he arranged for people to be divided into two teams overnight, one team went to the most prestigious rouge gouache shop to buy the best quality; The other √ sent to the security hall to buy the most expensive jewelry, in short, as long as he can please the beauty, he Nangong Jin can still afford this amount of work.

It's just that this gift was given, but she didn't wait for the beauty who came to the door to thank her, Nangong Jin was in doubt, and saw a few small servants not far away with a carriage hurriedly stopped at the door.

He fixed his eyes and saw that this carriage was loaded with rouge and jewelry sent a few days ago, how could it be restored and returned untouched?

"Ping'an Hou, my young lady said that she really can't afford these things, and she will return them to you after receiving them."

Now Nangong Jin finally understood that she had completely found the wrong helper, so she had to sigh secretly, it seemed that the misunderstanding between her and Song Jiayao this time was even deeper.