"I heard your brother's birthday is coming?"

Wen Ziran's birthday was at the end of May, and now it is only late April, and there is still more than a month.

Mu Mingshu looked at Yang Qinghe suspiciously, and before he could speak, he listened to her anxious explanation: "Last time, Brother Ziran gave me the antidote to a hundred poisons, I, I want to be a person who is still courteous."

At the beginning of April, Wen Ziran had officially gone to the Tai Hospital on an errand, as the so-called place where there are people, there is dirt, not to mention that it is in the palace.

The first to come likes to squeeze out the latecomers, and the latecomers are also justifiable, plus Wen Ziran's temperament is already gentle, since the comers do not refuse, but he is so busy every day that his feet do not touch the ground, and he simply moved to live in the hospital in a few days, and only returned to the Mu Mansion to live for one day every five days.

The last time Mu Mingshu was in danger, he didn't know about it until he returned home a few days later, and immediately took Mu Mingshu aside and trained him fiercely, so that Mu Mingshu repeatedly promised that there would be no next time to give up.

When he returned to Mu Xiu, he concocted a medicine for Mu Mingshu and asked her to sew it in a sachet and carry it with her. I heard that Yang Qinghe saved her in time, and also gave Yang Qinghe a copy by the way.

The medicine was picked up and wrapped in paper according to the amount, and it was not only Mu Mingshu and Yang Qinghe, but Mu Mingluo and Mu Mingxiao also got one each.

But Yang Qinghe had a ghost in his heart, and he felt that Wen Ziran was still a little different from him. When I returned to the house, I said for the first time that I wanted to learn to be a female celebrity, and said that I wanted to make a sachet for myself.

Yu and the eldest princess gave birth to two sons and a daughter, but the two sons are similar to Yang Ju Ma Ye likes to dance and ink, and this daughter is most like herself, she doesn't like red makeup and loves arms. In the early years, she thought it was so good, but when Yang Qinghe got older, she felt that now that the world is peaceful and prosperous, the girl's family is learning to tailor and be a female celebrity at home, and it is more practical to wash her hands and make soup, and this idea is getting stronger and stronger as Yang Qinghe gets older and stronger.

But Yang Qinghe has been used to being wild since she was a child, and she is reluctant to touch the things of those daughters, and now she proposes it by herself, so that Yu and the eldest princess are so happy that they can't keep their mouths together, and they immediately find the best embroidery girl to teach her.

Yang Qinghe is also really serious about learning, and in half a month, he really made a sachet that looks good, embroidered with a simple lotus flower, and the medicinal materials given to her by Wen Ziran are casually packed inside, and she wears them every day.

Yu and the eldest princess saw that she had pierced ten fingers in order to embroider such a thing, and she was very distressed on the one hand, but she was also relieved a lot, just when she was really grown up and sensible.

When Mu Mingshu saw this sachet for the first time, he smelled a faint smell of medicine, and saw that the sachet was not very exquisite, and it was definitely not made by the embroidery lady in Yang Guogong's mansion, so he deliberately deceived Yang Qinghe.

Yang Qinghe blushed at first and didn't admit it, but he was forced by Mu Mingshu to be helpless, so he said with a heart: "It's not just me who did it, my mother said that because I don't love Nuhong, I have gray hair, so I have no choice." ”

After speaking, he cheekily took the sachet in his hand and played with it, and said with an arrogant smile: "I think I have done a good job, it seems that I am still very talented in this area." ”

Mu Mingshu has a few more years of experience than his peers, and when he guesses, he knows that it must be Yang Qinghe Mu Shaoai.

In the previous life, neither Yang Qinghe nor Wen Ziran had a good ending, if there was really something in this life, it would be considered a happy event, and Mu Mingshu also treated it as if he didn't know, so he pressed this matter in his heart and let them develop.

Hearing Yang Qinghe's anxious explanation, it was very implicative that there were no three hundred taels of silver here, and Mu Mingshu couldn't help but cover his lips and smile: "My brother is behind you, you can ask him and you will know." ”

"Where?" Yang Qinghe was startled, she was a little girl after all, and it was already a lot of courage to ask Mu Mingshu about Wen Ziran's birthday, if Wen Ziran heard it herself, she would be very embarrassed.

I didn't know how to react at the moment, so I had to stand up violently, the top of my head seemed to hit something for no reason, I was in pain, my steps were messed up, and a pair of big hands would hold her shoulders.

The hands were white and even, and there was a faint medicinal fragrance, Yang Qinghe could even feel the temperature coming from those hands, as well as the breath around the person on his back, which made people more and more red and red for no reason, and he was stunned, and he couldn't say a word.

Wen Ziran saw that Yang Qinghe had already stood firm, so he let go of his hand and touched his chin that was hurt, and chuckled softly: "I don't know if it's my hard chin or the county lord's hard head." ”

Yang Qinghe raised his hand and touched his head consciously, lowered his head, and stared at the pattern on the embroidered shoes with a pair of autumn eyes.

Mu Mingshu looked at Yang Qinghe's appearance and knew that it would definitely not be possible to ask her to speak, so he smiled and answered: "Both of them hurt." ”

Wen Ziran smiled, then sat down opposite Mu Mingshu, and looked up at Yang Qinghe who was still awkward: "I wonder if Wen is not very comfortable calling the county lord here?" ”

"Huh?" Yang Qinghe's face was too red and dripping with blood, and his head was like a rattle: "No, no, naturally not." ”

is so blunt that she used to be, but she scolded herself with some chagrin: "It's useless." Then he sat down again with Wen Ziran on the right side.

The little heart was pounding non-stop, his cheeks were getting hotter and hotter, and there was a slight sweat on his forehead, and he felt that the room was as hot as dog days.

Mu Mingshu looked at Yang Qinghe's appearance, and felt more and more funny, so he asked Wen Ziran: "Can I rest on my brother's birthday?" ”

Wen Ziran counted the days and shook his head: "I'm just afraid that I will be on duty that day." ”

"Alas, it's a pity, you've been out for so many years, it's rare to be able to celebrate your birthday in Kyoto this year, but you have to be on duty again, it's really a dilemma." Mu Mingshu shook his head regretfully.

Yang Qinghe chuckled in his heart, thinking that if she and Wen Ziran prepared a birthday gift, they didn't know what could be delivered to him.

She bit her lip, her expression was very entangled, and she said half-loudly: "Since Brother Ziran is in Kyoto this year, he wants to celebrate his birthday with his family, why don't I talk to the strict court judge of Tai Hospital, and ask him to give you a holiday that day." ”

With a warm smile on his face, Wen Ziran bowed his hand to Yang Qinghe: "Thank you for your kindness, it's just that Wen has only been admitted to the hospital not long ago, and I'm afraid it's not good to do this time." ”

This is the meaning of refusal, Yang Qinghe was anxious, and said: "What is this, the group of old bald donkeys raised in the Tai Hospital have nothing to do when they see the sky......

Old bald donkey...... Yang Qinghe couldn't wait to slap himself, how could he say that he leaked his mouth.

Mu Mingshu also chuckled, glanced at Wen Ziran, who was also working as a tea in the Tai Hospital, and then set his eyes on Yang Qinghe, it seems that Yang Qinghe, who has pretended to be a lady for a long time, is not strong enough, and he will break the skill so quickly, and he smiled at the moment: "Brother, don't mind, the old bald donkey that Sister Qinghe said will naturally not be you." After speaking, he couldn't help but cover his lips and smile.

Wen Ziran also laughed, he had already dealt with those ordinary people a lot, and this time he heard Yang Qinghe's rude words not only not disgusted, but also felt cordial, yes, cordial.

These two people didn't care about Yang Qinghe's words at all, but Yang Qinghe was entangled for a long time, and the cheeks that burned from Wen Ziran's appearance added another fire this time.

In order to hide her embarrassment, she had to pick up the rain before the rain that the maid had just re-brewed, and pretended to be serious about tasting tea.

It's just that her heart is not in the tea, and the hot tea is just skimmed and sent to her mouth, and she only drank it slightly, and the whole bowl of tea was unstable.

The tea is hot, and if it is splashed on his body, the consequences will be unimaginable, but Yang Qinghe's head is dull today, and he only knows that he must be steady, and he never thought that his hand has been splashed red by the tea.

Wen Ziran was still quick to shoot, and quickly knocked over the sweet white porcelain tea bowl in her hand to the side, only to hear the tea bowl fall to the ground with a "pop" sound, shattered and shattered.

Wen Ziran grabbed Yang Qinghe's wrist, only glanced at it and ordered: "Ask for spring, bring a basin of cold water, be fast." ”

Wen Chun, who was guarding the side, was also frightened by the scene in front of him, and nodded busily, and deserved: "The slave and maid will go." ”

After a while, he used a silver basin to bring in the cold water that had just been drawn from the well, and Wen Ziran pulled Yang Qinghe's hot and red hand into the cold water, and ordered someone to go to his room to get the medicine quickly.

After soaking for half an hour, Wen Ziran allowed Yang Qinghe to pick up his hand, wiped the water, carefully smeared the medicine for her, and wrapped it in gauze.

At the end, he sighed: "Is the county lord uncomfortable today, why is he so reckless?" ”

During the whole process, Yang Qinghe remained in a stupid state, letting Wen Ziran toss, but when he heard the words, he smiled like a fool: "Hehe, is there one?" No, I don't. ”

Wen Ziran is a doctor, and all his reactions are because he is a doctor; And Yang Qinghe obviously didn't think so, she only felt that Wen Ziran was so gentle and considerate, if she was a husband, it should be excellent.

Mu Mingshu saw all this in his eyes as a bystander, and said in his heart: The little girl is already deeply rooted, but her brother is afraid that he has not yet opened his mind.

This time, Yang Qinghe was not awkward, looked at Wen Ziran directly, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Brother Ziran, you saved me again." ”

Wen Ziran's face was still as warm as jade: "It's okay, I'm a doctor." Then he handed her a white porcelain bottle: "You can keep this medicine, apply it three times a day, and it will be cured in less than two days." ”

Yang Qinghe nodded, and before he could say anything more, he saw that Xia hurriedly lifted the curtain from outside and came in, and his voice was anxious: "Girl, young master, madam, madam, madam, madam, fainted." ”