Qiao Hansheng's attitude was too resolute, leaving no room for negotiation at all, Qiao Ling helped Ji Zheng fight for a wave and then lost.

The elder brother's impression of the second brother is too bad, so he can only slowly figure out a way with the second brother.

Qiao Ling thought secretly, and no longer mentioned Ji Zheng to make Qiao Hansheng unhappy, and changed the topic.

Qiao Hansheng was in a bad mood, and his face was not good at his deceived little cabbage, and after helping Qiao Ling massage his legs, he personally boiled a large bucket of medicine to soak Qiao Ling's legs.

Soaking legs is a delicate job that requires patience, and it is necessary to add water every quarter of an hour to ensure the temperature of the water, and constantly add various medicinal materials to it, and it is not possible to relax for a moment, usually Qiao Hansheng and Ye Linfeng come in person.

Every time he soaked his legs, it took an hour, Qiao Hansheng stiffened his face and didn't speak, Qiao Ling was sleepy after a while, and kept yawning.

"If you're sleepy, sleep for a while."

"I'm not sleepy!" Qiao Ling hurriedly shook his head, staring at Qiao Hansheng with wide eyes, like a puppy that needed to be fed, wagging his tail happily to please him.

“……”

If you just wag your tail up to the sky, I won't agree!

Qiao Hansheng lowered his face again and turned his head, Qiao Ling held his chin and looked at him for a while, his little head became sleepy little by little, Qiao Hansheng didn't say anything, and when she couldn't support it anymore and her body was about to fall, she reached out in time to support her head.

"I'm not sleepy!"

She grunted, but her eyelids were too heavy to open.

Qiao Hansheng suppressed the cold color, slowly put down her head with one hand, pulled the pillow under her neck with the other hand, and then pulled the quilt to cover her.

The potion was hot, and there was already a layer of sweat on her forehead, Qiao Hansheng lifted her sleeves to help her wipe her sweat, picked up the medicine stove and added water again.

The stove was deliberately lowered without making a single sound of water, and Qiao Ling's breathing quickly became even and long.

Patiently waiting for the time to come, Qiao Hansheng gently helped Qiao Ling dry his legs, and wiped the medicine again before it was finished.

Coming out of Qiao Ling's room, it was already a little late, and the glow on the horizon was mostly covered by thick clouds, and the wind began to change.

Qiao Hansheng glanced at it and went back to his room to change into an ink-colored robe.

The cheongsam is of high quality and very good workmanship, with no complicated patterns on it, only a 'sheng' character embroidered on the right cuff with silver silk thread.

The word embroidered is very beautiful, like the handwriting of a lady.

He likes white, this kaftan has been pressed in the closet for a long time, and it is still the same as new, because it is well kept, and he can smell a hint of fresh and elegant plum fragrance.

The first time he wore it, the clothes fit unexpectedly, Qiao Hansheng straightened his cuffs by habit, and heard a dull thunder in the sky.

The spring thunder is ringing, and the rainy season is coming.

Qiao Hansheng paused in his hand, and then took off the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist and put it on the bedside table.

He has never believed in ghosts and gods, but after Qiao Ling was injured, he spent a lot of money to ask for this string of Buddhist beads to carry with him, not for anything else, but just to make her healthy and worry-free.

Turning around and going out, the thunder became louder and louder, and Qiao Hansheng took the oil-paper umbrella hanging behind the door.

The umbrella is also white, and the handle of the fan made of green bamboo is transparent, and the word 'brother' is engraved on it, and it is decorated with a concentric knot made of red thread, which was a birthday gift from Qiao Ling to him last year.

The tassels on the concentric knot swept softly on the back of his hand, the corners of Qiao Hansheng's lips were slightly raised, his eyes were warm, and he walked out, and when he walked to the gate of the medical hall, Ah Shan was startled, and he didn't recognize him for a while.

"It's going to rain soon, does the eldest young master still have to go out now?"

Ah Shan asked suspiciously, his eyes were uncontrollable and amazing.

Black is actually more suitable for Qiao Hansheng than white, when he wears a white caftan on weekdays, the whole person is very elegant, like a white orchid, revealing a gentleman's style from the inside out.

A gentleman is good, but it always makes people feel that there are no edges and corners, and they are too warm.

After wearing black, his whole person's aura became different, inexplicably like a sharp blade wrapped in a scabbard, not conspicuous, but once it was unsheathed, he would see blood seal his throat.

"I'm going out to do some errands, Miss is sleeping, if she wakes up, let her wait for me at home, don't let her go out!"

"Oh!"

Ah Shan nodded sneerly, still immersed in the handsomeness of his eldest young master and couldn't extricate himself.

The raindrops fell from the dark and dreary sky, Qiao Hansheng took a look, and walked into the first spring rain in Hengcheng with an umbrella.

The spring rain is steep, and the wind comes with a biting chill, pulling the weather that has just warmed up a little back to the cold winter.

Qiao Hansheng didn't call a rickshaw, but walked forward with an umbrella, avoiding puddles on the ground and bypassing the slippery moss.

The cold wind whistled through the street, blowing the dim halo of the lantern swaying, and he was wearing an inky robe that blended in with the night, and only the hand holding the handle of the fan was as white as jade.

After bypassing a few long streets, Qiao Hansheng came to a narrow alley, in which there was only a dilapidated lantern emitting a faint light, he took his umbrella and walked over, went up two steps, and knocked lightly on the old wooden door three times.

"Who?"

There was a voice of extreme aging and vicissitudes of life inside, Qiao Hansheng withdrew his hand, stood the umbrella by the door, and then spoke: "Old man, please open the door, I'll buy something." ”

Ordinary people will only hang a piece of white cloth on the door if there is white things at home, but there is a piece of white cloth floating on this wooden door all year round, indicating that this family is making dead people's money.

It was quiet inside, and after a while the wooden door creaked open, and a silver-haired old lady poked her head out with a kerosene lamp.

One of her eye sockets was empty, and the other eye was eyelid, so she could only open a slit with difficulty, and she looked at Qiao Hansheng for a long time before she recognized who he was, and gave way to the door completely.

"Why are you here now?" She asked, in a familiar tone, as if complaining: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, and if you come a few days later, I'm afraid I'll be lying in the coffin." ”

There were all kinds of paper figures in the house, and the cold wind poured in and blew loudly, Qiao Hansheng closed the door with his backhand, shut the cold outside, and comforted him: "Your old man's body is tough, not so fast." ”

"Who knows, the world is difficult now, and sometimes it's better to live than to die!"

The old lady muttered nonchalantly and went around the room, and after a while came out with a nanmu box.

The wooden box is not big, it is very exquisitely made, it is carved with a very beautiful carving, the box is locked, the key is pitifully small, the old lady poked it for a long time and did not poke it into the keyhole, turned her head and threw the key to Qiao Hansheng: "The things are here, you can open it yourself and see it!" ”

"Thank you!"

Qiao Hansheng thanked him, took the key and unlocked it, and inside was a dense stack of papers.

Written on the piece of paper were beautifully written, just like the word 'sheng' embroidered on his cuff.

The old lady snorted, slowly moved back and continued to tie the paper figure that had just not been tied, and said lightly: "What is there to thank, I am a blind old woman, every once in a while someone speaks, and there is money to take, I am afraid that there is no cheaper good thing in the world!" ”

The old lady has been tying the paper figure for decades, and even if her eyes are not good now, the action of tying up the paper figure is quite quick.

Qiao Hansheng moved the oil lamp to his side, picked up a piece of paper by the light and began to look at it, and at the same time asked in a warm voice: "Does she often come here?" ”

"I didn't come often before, I have to be diligent in the past two years, and I don't do anything else when I come, just help me paste my eyes for the paper man, you said that so many years have passed, why can't she play cards like other noble ladies and have fun, how can this day be more tasteless than me, a blind old woman?"

The old lady asked in an old-fashioned manner, although the tone was not very good, but there was real concern between the words.

Qiao Hansheng took off the lampshade after reading one, put the piece of paper on the oil lamp and lit it, and the old lady immediately exploded: "You want to die, what are you burning?" I can't see sparks in this house! ”

You still light kerosene lamps when you can't see Mars?

Qiao Hansheng saw through it without saying anything, and watched the first piece of paper burn into ashes before picking up the second one: "Don't worry, if something happens, I will pay for the things in your house." ”

The paper man industry sounds very unlucky, but if you do a good job, you can make a lot of money, and if this room full of paper people is all done, you can sell it for a big ocean.

The eldest young master of the Qiao family now runs the largest medical hall in Hengcheng, and he has long stopped taking this ocean seriously.

"You have money now, and you have a lot of money, if you have this ability at that time, she won't be ......" The old lady couldn't help sighing, Qiao Hansheng's eyes flashed slightly, and she burned the second piece of paper, and her tone was flat: "That was the path she chose herself." ”

He said without the slightest emotional fluctuation, which was completely different from the gentle image of the usual day, and was as impersonal as the cold wind that had just poured in.

The old lady threw the paper figure in her hand to the ground suddenly, and shouted with a calm face: "If it weren't for you, how could she have thought of taking this road?!" ”

The second piece of paper burned to ashes, the fire was extinguished, and Qiao Hansheng was accused by the old lady and stopped talking.

"Why did you say that you were so ruthless at the beginning, protecting one is protecting, why can't you protect two? She's smart, and maybe she can help you, so why don't you take her with you......"

The old lady is old, and she can't help but nag when she mentions old things, and her words are full of complaints about Qiao Hansheng, Qiao Hansheng didn't speak, she quietly read the pieces of paper, and then burned them, without blinking her eyes, so that the eight years of time dissipated into green smoke.

The pieces of paper were written on and off for eight years, but it took only a cup of tea to read them all.

The box was empty, Qiao Hansheng relocked the key and returned it to the old lady, and took out two pieces of ocean and stuffed them into the old lady's hand.

The cold wind slapped the wooden door crackling, but his hand was very generous and warm, the old lady's voice stopped abruptly, and her cloudy eyes tried to open wide to see Qiao Hansheng's face clearly, but only heard his low and resolute voice: "There is only one person I will do my best to protect, she will follow me, and sooner or later she will be thrown away by me!" ”

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