Zhou Ziyu listened to Zhang Jinwen's narration and couldn't help laughing.

Well, make good use of people, or don't force Jin'er to do what she's not good at.

The two chatted for a long time, saying goodbye.

Anyway, between lovers, no matter how small things are, the other party also likes to listen to them, and they will talk about the car to the end.

Until the time of the child, Aunt Zhang took Luo Huai to the study with the futon, made a bed for Zhou Ziyu on the Luohan couch, pulled out two benches, and put together a bed for Luo Huai.

Zhang Jinwen patted the thickness of the mattress, pinched the thickness of the quilt, smiled with satisfaction, and did not forget to advise before leaving: "Be careful when sleeping, don't rub the fat on your face on the futon." ”

Zhou Ziyu touched his face with his fingertips: "I thought it was not to touch the wound on my arm." ”

The wound medicine that has just been changed, the effect is really good, the cool feeling of the wound, the hot feeling, although it will still hurt, but this pain is the pain of improvement, it is the pain of healing, so when he chatted, he was full of joy.

It was this joy that made Zhang Jinwen have an illusion, and he ignored his knife wound and only noticed a small flaw on his face.

Zhang Jinwen stuck out her tongue and said with a smile: "Be careful of the injuries on your arms and legs." I'll make you breakfast tomorrow morning. ”

Luo Huai hurriedly promised: "Little lady Zhang, don't worry, I will take care of the eldest son." ”

Watching Zhang Jinwen and Aunt Zhang leave, Luo Huai closed the door of the study and sighed with emotion: "Eldest son, the food in Xinglin Pavilion is really delicious." "It's so delicious that I want to lick the bottom of the bowl, and I can't wait to stay here."

Zhou Ziyu couldn't cry or laugh: "This is my wound in exchange!" ”

Luo Huai hurriedly said: "Eldest son, when did you marry Little Lady Zhang and go home?" Soon I will have to eat every day. ”

Zhou Ziyu snorted: "It's just to marry home, not to cook!" ”

Luo Huai grinned the corners of his mouth and said with a dry smile: "If you don't make it for everyone to eat, it's okay to make it for you, Zhang Xiaoniang is such a good person, she must have a share in it." ”

Just now, Luo Huai and Zhu Qing drank tea and chatted together, making those little medicine girls giggle, and told a lot of interesting stories about doctors and patients in Qianjintang.

It turned out that the same patient, in the eyes of Zhang Jinwen and in the eyes of the little doctor, saw people and things that were completely different, and even some were diametrically opposed.

Zhou Ziyu heard Luo Huai tell a few interesting things, which was really ridiculous.

After a long journey, the master and servant were both tired, Luo Huai blew out the candles, and only the sound of deep and shallow breathing remained in the study.

The Luohan couch was not long enough, Zhou Ziyu's legs couldn't be straightened, and the wounds on his back, legs, and arms caused him to sleep on his side.

However, at night, Zhang Jinwen smeared his face with honey grease and asked him not to stain the bedding, so he had to sleep on his back. It was twisted into a very awkward sleeping position, and it made me sleep unsteadily all night.

As a result, I got up in the morning and fell into a stiff neck.

Luo Huai went to the kitchen to fetch hot water, and reported his condition by the way: "Little lady Zhang, our general's neck can't move, maybe he fell asleep." ”

Zhang Jinwen was still cooking breakfast, and hurriedly asked, "Does your neck hurt or can't you turn?" Is it that the quilt is too thin at night and you catch a cold? ”

Luo Huai didn't know, but told the truth: "The quilt is thick enough, the sparks in the charcoal basin are still warm, I watched the general twist into twist when I got up in the morning, and the quilt was below my chest, so it was estimated that it was so cold." ”

Zhang Jinwen didn't know that this was caused by herself, and she was still exclaiming: "There is a wound on the body, and you can still kick the quilt, doesn't it hurt?" ”

Luo Huai stared at the tumbling broth in the cauldron, and his saliva flowed down: "Little lady Zhang, what kind of soup is this?" How does it smell like pig's trotter soup? ”

Zhang Jinwen said with a smile: "Your nose is quite good, it is pig's trotter soup, use this soup underneath, eat it is good for the wound, and it heals quickly." ”

Luo Huaiyan was envious, and ran back to the study with hot water when Master Zhou went.

The eldest prince's two hands are tightly wrapped, and he needs the help of his entourage to wash his face and comb his hair, and he can't hold chopsticks for eating noodles for a while, hehe, then he will have a chance to rub a few mouthfuls of soup and drink.

Zhou Ziyu applied a mask to his face all night, and when Luo Huai wiped him, the scabs actually fell off a lot, and the small wounds on his face looked much more pleasing to the eye.

Luo Huai shouted in a festive voice: "Eldest prince, your face, if you are touched by Little Lady Zhang, you will soon be able to face like a silver plate." When they go to the Qin Palace, they will all be scared to death. ”

There is no mirror to look at, and Zhou Ziyu doesn't know what he has become: "Who is scared to death?" Do you want to praise me or bury me? ”

Luo Huai was still envious: "Eldest son, I also want to paint some." ”

Zhou Ziyu kicked Luo Huai angrily: "What are you doing?" Didn't you see that I couldn't sleep well, my neck hurt from sleeping! ”

Zhang Jinwen walked to the door of the study with the noodle soup, and just heard this sentence: "Brother Yu? Your neck hurts because you've rubbed honey grease? ”

She walked into the study quickly, put down the tray, and went to see the futon where Zhou Ziyu had slept on, it was really clean and not stained with any oil.

At this glance, Zhang Jinwen understood that it was a sentence she joked about, which caused Zhou Ziyu's pillow!

It's funny.

Fortunately, she still has a set of treatment for stiff neck, which can be eliminated by hand.

Zhang Jinwen found a bottle of medicinal oil on the bookshelf: "Brother Yu, I'll press it for you and just dial back the tendons in the cold area." ”

Zhou Ziyu was born tall, his neck was also long, and the place where he fell on his pillow was as hard as wood, and he pressed it with his fingers, as if he was pressing on wood.

Zhang Jinwen used her fingers to apply the medicinal oil to the shoulder tendons and neck tendons, and used her thumb to massage along the direction of the meridians, calm her heart, sink the strength into the tendons, pick up the knotted knots, and then slowly knead them.

After a quarter of an hour of massage, Zhang Jinwen stretched out her hands, gently pressed the top of Zhou Ziyu's head with one hand, and gently lifted Zhou Ziyu's chin with her index finger with the other hand.

Luo Huai watched from the side, with novelty and palpitations: "Little lady Zhang, your technique, a little harder, you can unscrew off people's votes." ”

Zhou Ziyu took a sip: "Phew, what are you talking about early in the morning." ”

Luo Huai slapped his mouth: "The eldest prince, the general, the little one is talking nonsense, and he palms his mouth." ”

Zhou Ziyu slanted a glance: "What kind of mouth, it's a mother-in-law again, you go to run thirty miles today." ”

Luo Huai ran away with hot water: "Let's go, let's go!" ”

Just now, he saw that Mrs. Zhang lived in a big pot, so he brought such a bowl of noodles, which was just a top layer in the pot. Go to the kitchen to eat noodles and drink soup!