"Miss, do you already have any ideas?" Zheng's mother looked at An Sheng's relaxed face, which really didn't look like a fraud, so she guessed that An Sheng might have thought of a solution to this matter.

When Qinghui heard this, she hurriedly asked, "Miss, do you have a way?" Tell the slave about it, right? ”

She was about to die, and she was afraid that the Fang clan would really unite with the Xu clan to force An Sheng and make An Sheng compromise.

Naturally, there are solutions.

The corners of An Sheng's lips curled slightly, and a little cunning glimmer flashed in his watery apricot eyes, and then, in the expectant eyes of Qinghui and Zheng's mother, he said slowly: "I just checked Miss Fang's pulse." ”

Well?

As soon as An Sheng's words were finished, Qinghui was stunned, "Miss has diagnosed her pulse?" ”

When did this happen, and she didn't know it? Hasn't she been following Miss all the time?

Mother Zheng is actually a little strange, wasn't An Sheng invited by Fang's family to dinner, how could she diagnose Miss Fang's pulse?

Wait, pulse diagnosis?!

Mother Zheng seemed to suddenly understand something, "Miss, isn't Miss Cousin ......?"

When An Sheng heard Mother Zheng's tone, she understood what she wanted to ask, so she nodded and replied, "Yes, Miss Fang's pulse is a slippery pulse, but the time is still short, so it is not obvious." ”

It wasn't obvious, but she could see it.

This level of difficulty is not difficult for her.

Mother Zheng and Qinghui naturally had confidence in An Sheng's medical skills, and they couldn't help but gasp lightly when they heard the words.

Slippery veins!

Isn't there a joy in the woman's slippery pulse!

Qinghui suddenly reacted, and she couldn't help but snort softly, "The slave remembered it, before leaving the courtyard of the eldest lady, the young lady helped Miss Cousin!" ”

Miss must have been at that time, the pulse of the doctor was diagnosed, and the pulse was diagnosed.

Zheng's mother was a little speechless and stopped.

An Sheng and Qinghui are little girls in the end, and it seems that there is something wrong with the two girls talking about this kind of thing, right?

However, thinking about it again, An Sheng followed Master Puyun to learn medical skills, and he has seen a lot of various incurable diseases, not to mention a small slippery pulse, thinking of this, Zheng's mother didn't say anything.

Besides, this is a major event related to An Sheng's lifelong happiness, as for whether it is appropriate or not, it doesn't matter so much, right?

Originally, she had been worried about how to solve this matter, but now it seems that it saves them from their business, how can this young lady marry into the Protectorate Mansion with the young lady when she is pregnant with the child of the prince?

In this way, the eldest lady's wishful thinking will not work.

"Miss, do you want the slave to find someone to disperse?" Although doing so will inevitably ruin Miss Biao's reputation, compared with An Sheng's lifelong happiness, Zheng's mother will not be soft-hearted.

Now is a great opportunity, if you don't take advantage of it and miss it, you don't know what will happen in the future!

However, An Sheng was very attentive, and only shook his head and said, "Don't worry, wait." ”

Zheng's mother knew that An Sheng had an idea, so she didn't ask any more, and her head answered.

Last time, Miss also said wait, Miss Cousin was secretly knotted, this time, maybe wait, without their help, this matter will break out by itself.

If a woman's belly is enlarged, where can she hide it?

Mother Zheng couldn't help but think with some malice, if Fang knew that the person he wanted to install next to An Sheng secretly married his son Xianzhu, what would she be like?

I'm afraid I'm going to be half angry, Zheng's mother thought.

The Fang family is not a good person, and the desire to control is strong, otherwise Gu Cong would not be so afraid of her, if she knew about this, wouldn't she be half angry?

Because they knew Miss Fang's situation, Zheng's mother and Qinghui were not so anxious, and Zheng's mother didn't stay in Ansheng's room for long, so she left.

Soon after Zheng's mother left, An Sheng saw that it was still early, so he picked up a book and sat on the low couch by the window in the outer hall to read.

Qinghui accompanied her and didn't say much.

When An Sheng was alone, it was mostly like this, in the past, on Zhuangzi, sometimes when he read a book, he could read all day without moving, and Qinghui followed An Sheng, and they also developed a quiet temperament, so they accompanied An Sheng, and they didn't feel bored.

When it was almost time, Qinghui reminded An Sheng that it was time to take a bath and prepare to rest.

An Sheng glanced at the sand bell on the table, put down the book, and went to the bathhouse with Qinghui.

Hot water Zheng's mother had already taken someone to boil it, and when An Sheng came over, the bath bucket was already filled with hot water, and An Sheng didn't like to be served by many people, so she left Qinghui alone.

After taking a bath, An Sheng went back to his room, ready to dry his hair and go to sleep.

Qinghui took a cloth towel and helped An Sheng wipe her hair, and while wiping, she praised and said, "Miss's hair is so good, black and shiny, and smooth." ”

The tone was proud, as if the hair was growing on her own head.

An Sheng glanced at Qinghui from the bronze mirror and smiled slowly, "What can you do if your hair is good or not?" ”

She doesn't think her hair is so good, she looks no different from other people's?

"Miss, you really don't know enough about yourself," Qinghui disagreed with An Sheng's words, "The slave maid heard that many young ladies from large families specialize in getting some scented things to wash their hair, and the ladies in the palace also use Yinxi incense to cook soup to bathe their hair, not to make the hair bright and smooth, Miss, you are good, every time you Mu your hair, you only ask the slave maid to rub some bath beans, even if you use some fragrant petals to cook soup, it is good to waste such good hair." ”

An Sheng couldn't laugh or cry when Qinghui said this, "It's just to wash your hair, where can you use it so exquisitely, Yinhua incense is produced in the Western Regions, and ordinary people have never seen it, who should you want to use, you can use it?" If I can really buy this Yinxi incense, I would rather get it into the rouge gouache, and I can add an input to Su Yu. ”

Qinghui was powerless to refute An Sheng's "money fan" statement, so she had to work hard to wipe An Sheng's hair.

The master and servant were wiping, and suddenly, An Sheng heard a slight sound at the door, and the movements in his hands immediately stopped.

Qinghui saw An Sheng stop, and was about to ask what was wrong, when she saw An Sheng make a boo at her.

Qinghui's hands suddenly stiffened, her eyes widened, and her face was guarded.

An Sheng patted her lightly and signaled her to be calm with his eyes.

She thought that maybe she had heard it wrong, but it was better to go and see.

Thinking of this, she gestured with her mouth and took her coat over.

Seeing this, Qinghui hurriedly tiptoed to take An Sheng's coat over, and was about to wait for An Sheng to put it on, but An Sheng shook his head and motioned for Qinghui to hand her the clothes.

Qinghui had to hand the clothes to An Sheng, An Sheng took it and put it on, and then carefully walked to the outer hall with Qinghui.