Fortunately, Mr. Yang did not go to the mountains to pick herbs today, but was at home, so he could still help Meng Er treat in time. "+ Chess + Chess + Piece + Small + Say + Net Dedication"..

After hearing about their intentions, Mr. Yang only said four words coldly: "Avoid medical treatment." ”

Then he raised his hand and threw out a porcelain teacup that was placed aside, and with a snap, the teacup smashed under his feet, falling apart and cracking.

Ai Changhuan's heart jumped, and he thought, isn't it, the old gentleman has such a big temper? Smash things at the slightest disappointment? The appearance of this fairy wind bone doesn't look like it.

Meng Yi was also too frightened to speak, his feet hurt terribly, tears rolled in his eyes, and he didn't dare to fall.

Mr. Yang glanced at her and said, "What are you doing standing stupidly?" ”

Meng Er is stupid, if you don't stand, do you want to kneel? Kneeling on these shards? Isn't that dead on both feet? What kind of exotic treatment is this?

Yang Anxin understood, although she had not studied medicine with Mr. Yang, she still learned some small home remedies under the influence of her ears and eyes.

She bent down, picked up the largest and thinnest piece from the pile of debris, and then handed it to Meng Er, saying, "Take this back, and then use this to scrape the nail cover of the injured toe, scrape it a little thinner, and it will be fine in two or three days."

"This ......" Meng Yi looked at Yang Anxin, is there a scientific basis for this? Why does it sound so unreliable.

Ai Changhuan whispered to Meng Er: "Try it first, I think it should be useful, ...... that day"

Then Ai Changhuan told Meng Er about yesterday's old man Yang seeing through himself and Lu Zhanke at a glance, and Meng Er called out magically: "Is it true?" How do I feel very mysterious? ”

Although he said so, this time Meng Er didn't dare not listen to it anymore, and obediently went back with the piece of porcelain.

Ai Changhuan stayed, because Mr. Yang said last time that Lu Zhanke's injuries would be completely recovered, and he still needed to drink some medicine that strengthened his foundation, and she wanted to ask the old man for such a prescription.

The old gentleman didn't hide his selfishness, he gave it happily, and taught Ai Changhuan how to boil and how to pay attention to the heat.

Ai Changhuan listened very carefully and asked very seriously, for fear that he would make a mistake.

Mr. Yang was very satisfied with her, and then said that he would give her a reward.

After knowing what the reward was, Ai Changhuan's face couldn't help but change slightly, because Mr. Yang boiled a pot of black potion for her, and he said that he drank three bowls a day, at least for a month, and after a month, it was best to insist on continuing to take medicine until she was pregnant with a child. "Recommended Baidu/Chess-Zi*Small/Said/Net Reading』

The medicine was already known to be bitter without drinking, because he smelled a strong smell of bitter medicine from afar, Ai Changhuan's eyebrows wrinkled tightly, and he turned around and wanted to run.

However, thinking of Lu Zhanke, she paused again, didn't she just drink medicine? As long as she can be pregnant with Lu Zhanke's child, let alone drinking three bowls of medicine a day, even if she drinks ten bowls of medicine a day, she can endure it.

She slowly turned around, stared at the bowl of medicine for a full three minutes, and finally gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, reached out and took the bowl of medicine, and then drank it all in one go.

She didn't dare to stop drinking it, because if she stopped, the smell of the medicine would fill her nose, and she was afraid that she would never have the courage to drink it again.

However, even if she pinched her nose hard, the bitter smell of medicine quickly spread in her mouth, she put down the bowl and immediately rushed out, vomiting uncontrollably, but she couldn't vomit anything, only retching for a while.

Yang Anxin couldn't bear to look at it, so he hurriedly brought the candy at home, and quickly peeled one and stuffed it into Ai Changhuan's mouth: "How is it, is it better?" ”

Ai Changhuan waved her hand weakly, the sugar in her mouth seemed to have become bitter, and she didn't have anything she wanted to eat.

Mr. Yang said later: "There are two more bowls. ”

"Can't you drink it again at night? She's already bitter like this......" Yang Anxin couldn't bear it.

"Good medicine is good for disease, if you want to achieve your wish as soon as possible, you must grit your teeth and suffer this suffering, otherwise how can there be such a cheap thing in the world?"

Mr. Yang is right, if you want to get it, you must pay first, if you can't bear this hardship, how can there be a harvest, so she must endure, no matter how bitter it is, she has to drink all three bowls of medicine.

After a slight sip of water, Ai Changhuan stretched out his hand to the second bowl of medicine......

It was not easy to drink all the three bowls of medicine, Ai Changhuan felt like the whole person had gone out of hell, she never thought that there was such a bitter thing in the world, so bitter that you want to spit out your tongue, after drinking the medicine, she felt that every pore of her exuded a strong smell of medicine, even the tips of her hair, with a bitter taste.

However, this was the first day, and there were still twenty-nine days to go, and she didn't know if she could hold on that long.

Looking at her pale face, Yang Anxin was also very distressed, and secretly complained about Old Man Yang, saying that he made the medicine so bitter, it was purely torturous, why couldn't he put some sugar and honey or something to synthesize the taste.

Old man Yang said that it would destroy the medicinal properties, and it would be useless to drink it, and he also asked Ai Changhuan to come over early the next morning, because he was going to take her to the mountains to pick herbs.

"Why?" Ai Changhuan asked weakly.

"It's still what I said before, the medicinal herbs must be the freshest to be the best, so your medicine must be picked every day, and then boiled and drunk after you come back, I will teach you to know the herbs, teach you how to pick, teach you how to boil, so that even if I go back, you can decoction and drink by yourself."

What the? Do you want to pick and boil yourself? Ai Changhuan only felt that his life was more bitter than the medicine.

Ai Changhuan is still struggling with his own thoughts on this side, and Meng Er and Feng Jinghe are also fighting fiercely on the other side.

Meng Yi was suspicious of Mr. Yang's method, and was more resistant to the behavior of scraping his toes with porcelain tiles, so after returning home, he regretted it and refused to do it, and only used hot water to compress it, wanting to relieve the pain.

Feng Jinghe is much more rational than her, in his opinion, illness is more important than image, so he grabbed Meng Er and wanted to help her scrape her toes by himself.

Hearing that Feng Jinghe was going to make a move, Meng Er was naturally so frightened that he ran away, but before he could run two or three steps, he was grabbed by Feng Jinghe, hugged him and pressed him on the sofa.

"Don't move." Feng actually grabbed Meng Er's feet with one hand and held the sharp porcelain piece with the other.

"You...... You let go of ......" was grabbed by a man like this, Meng Yi would feel embarrassed even if he was nervous.

"I'll let you go when I'm done shaving." Feng Jinghe refused to back down at all.

"I don't want ......"

"Be obedient, don't make trouble......" Feng Jinghe's expression was very serious, not like he was joking at all.

Knowing that he couldn't run, Meng Er had to compromise: "You let go, I'll do it myself." ”

Feng actually closed the letter and let go of her.

Meng Yi jumped up, turned around and wanted to run again.

Feng actually closed his eyes and quickly grabbed her back, his arms pressed on her shoulders, and the whole person was half hanging on her body: "You actually cheated." ”

Meng Yi fluttered under him: "No, I said that I would come by myself, but I didn't say when, how can it be considered cheating." ”

"......" Feng Jinghe was speechless by her forcible reasoning, so he had to trap her hands ruthlessly, "You can't mess around with this, you really have to amputate your limbs." ”

Meng Er's face turned red all at once, because when Feng Jinghe spoke just now, a scorching breath sprayed on her face, and then she realized how ambiguous the posture of the two people was.

She bit her lip and said with a dodgy look: "You get up, I'll come by myself, I promise that what I said this time is true, and I didn't lie to you." ”

She said very seriously, Feng Jinghe almost believed it, he hesitated for a moment, and then said firmly: "No, you still have to come with me, otherwise you will regret it later." ”

"You ......" Meng Er almost cried angrily.

But Feng Jinghe had a lot of strength, and lifted her up in three or two strokes, let her sit upright on the sofa, and then sat next to her, and lifted her injured leg and put it on his own leg.

Meng Yi was taken aback, and immediately wanted to pull his legs back, but Feng Jinghe held it down: "Don't move!" ”

Then he began to use the porcelain piece to help her scrape her toes, because he was afraid of hurting her, so he shaved very seriously, and it looked like he was not doing a trivial matter, but carving a beautiful jade, meticulous and careful.

Looking at Feng Jinghe's serious appearance, Meng Er's face became redder and redder, more and more red, oh my God, why was he so serious? Wouldn't it be nice to just do it twice? Even if she came by herself, she would have done it casually, but he was so serious that she couldn't help but be surprised.

Feng actually held Meng Er's feet, and at first he was really serious about helping her heal her injuries, but slowly, slowly, he began to feel like a horse, because he suddenly found that Meng Er's toes were very good-looking, round and bright, like pink pearls, he didn't understand, why a person's feet would be so good-looking?

Could it be that this is the jade foot mentioned in ancient books? It's so beautiful that you can't help but want to hold it in the palm of your hand and play with it.

Both of their minds flew to other places, and healing their injuries became irrelevant.

If it weren't for the fact that her calves began to go numb because she had been holding her legs for too long, Meng Er didn't know how long she would stare at Feng Jinghe, she twitched her legs lightly and asked, "Okay?" ”

Feng Jinghe came back to his senses at this time, he was stunned for a second, and then replied in a little panic: "Oh, okay." ”

Meng Er pulled his foot back from Feng Jinghe's arms, and the two of them looked at each other for a moment, and then turned their eyes away at the same time, both slightly embarrassed.

Meng Yi coughed awkwardly and said, "Thank you." ”

Feng Jinghe was also very uncomfortable, and replied, "It's nothing." ”

Then there was a long silence, which lasted until the time of going to bed at night.

Because of the fact that he climbed into Meng Er's bed to sleep last night, Feng Jinghe took the initiative to propose that he sleep on the ground this time, and he also wrapped the quilt very tightly in case he did something at night.

Meng Yi lay on the bed, looked at Feng Jinghe who was sleeping on the ground, and secretly cursed a fool in his heart. (Spoiling the sweet wife...) /20/20900/)--(Spoiled Sweet Wife/)