"It's just a cup of tea, too lazy to wear it." Zhao Yan hooked his neck with one hand, hooked her lips and chuckled: "Long time no see, you think of me today?" ”

Zhou Yu lowered his eyes and looked at her beautiful little face.

Zhao Yanxing's apricot eyes bent into a crescent moon: "What do you keep watching me do?" ”

Zhou Yu suddenly lowered his head and gently scratched her lips, and she was separated with a touch.

Zhao Yan's white and soft hand rubbed carefully around his neck, and her eyes were shining: "So restrained? ”

Zhou Yu's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and she forcibly took her eyes off her face: "Have you ever taken decoction on time these days?" ”

"Who dares to neglect what you have explained?" Zhao Yan hooked his collar with her fingertips and chuckled.

Zhou Yu hugged her and sat down on the edge of the bed: "This matter is so big, Jiang Shike will come back in a few days, have you thought of a way to deal with it?" ”

Zhao Yan snuggled in his arms, and her slender arms wrapped around his thin waist: "What if he comes back?" Can anyone prove that this is related to me? ”

"If Yang Guangbi wakes up, can you deal with it?" Zhou Yu lowered her eyes, her fingertips carefully rubbing her thick hair.

"Yes." Zhao Yan nodded.

"Zhao Ruxiu bought a dress, which was the same as the one worn by the oiran, and specially wore it out to the banquet." Zhou Yu spoke softly.

"Oh? Is this her response? Zhao Yan laughed: "Then I'll take another out." ”

Those dresses were bought by Jiang Qingrou's mother and daughter with her silver, and they really cost a lot of money.

She wants to see how many identical dresses Zhao Ruxiu can buy and wear out without her.

"The Imperial Doctor is ready." Zhou Yu said again: "Can you be free tomorrow?" ”

"Tomorrow?" Zhao Yan pondered and asked him, "Did the imperial doctor ever say, how long will it take?" ”

Zhou Yu said in a low voice: "If it goes well, it will take half a day, otherwise it will take at least half a day."

It is not easy to crack the bones that have grown well. ”

Zhao Yan nodded, thinking about it: "Then it won't work tomorrow, let's talk about it after Jiang Shike comes back." ”

Jiang Huaifu doesn't know when he will be able to wake up, but it is conceivable that in the next few days, Jiang Wang's family will definitely stay here from time to time.

It's not convenient for her to go out for a long time.

"Hmm." Zhou Yu bowed his head and said: "If you really can't get out, I can do it." ”

"No, you don't." Zhao Yan flatly refused.

She didn't want her brother to know about these things.

A ray of gloom flashed in Zhou Yu's dark eyes.

"You're staying here tonight?" Zhao Yan raised her eyes and asked him.

"Hmm." Zhou Yu bowed, got up and placed her on the bed, and stood up straight.

"I can't sleep well at night, I'll make a noise to you." Zhao Yan leaned on the pillow and looked at him sideways with a smile.

"It doesn't matter." Zhou Yu turned around and went to the back window.

Zhao Yan heard the sound of him opening the window, but did not ask.

A moment later, Zhou Yu came back with a small quilt.

"For you."

He handed her the small quilt.

He looked at her, his eyes were indifferent and calm, and he seemed to be nothing, only his hands hidden in the small quilt, clenched almost trembling, revealing the tension in his heart.

Zhao Yan looked at the small quilt, which was exactly the same color as the one left by her mother, except that the color was too new.

"Where did it come from?" She reached out and took it.

Touching it was as fluffy and soft as the small quilt she had before, and she couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of comfort and satisfaction from the bottom of her heart.

That's how she felt when she slept with the little quilt in her arms.

Zhou Yu's grip let go of his hand, and said lightly: "I saw it by accident in the bazaar, and I remembered that your little quilt was gone, so I bought it." ”

"Thank you." Zhao Yan hugged the small quilt, and there was a rare surprise on her face: "You are so lucky, I have looked for it many times before, but I have never seen the same small quilt."

This little quilt looks exactly like the one I used to have. ”

"Try to see if you like it." Zhou Yu saw that there was joy from the bottom of her heart in her eyes, and there was a little softness between her eyebrows.

Zhao Yan couldn't suppress the joy of hugging the little quilt again, lay down flat, hugged the little quilt in her arms, put her face up, and closed her eyes.

After a few moments, she opened her eyes and sat up.

Zhou Yu had already gotten into bed, leaning on her side, and when he saw her sitting up, he couldn't help asking, "How?" ”

"Good is good." Zhao Yan gathered the small quilt, hugged it with her arms, pillowed her head on it and looked at him with a smile: "It's a pity, there is no smell of motherhood." ”

This is a new quilt, naturally there will be no smell left by the mother, probably because Zhou Yu just brought it in, and there is a faint fragrance of Zhou Yu's body on it.

However, she is not disgusted, Zhou Yu looks good, and she has a skin-to-skin relationship with her, in these aspects, she likes Zhou Yu, so naturally she will not dislike him.

Zhou Yu stretched out his hand to grab her and whispered in her ear: "I'm sorry, my mother's taste, my father can't do it." ”

"Zhou Yu, you take advantage of me!" Zhao Yan smiled and hit him with a small quilt.

Zhou Yu just hugged her and smiled.

After a while, he said, "You sleep with you every day, and soon it will be the same as before." ”

"Hmm." Zhao Yan nodded.

How did she not know?

It's been so long, where is there any so-called "mother's taste" in that quilt?

In fact, she herself sleeps with her every day, dyed with her own taste.

This quilt will soon be the same as the previous one, thinking of her mother, she quieted down.

Zhou Yu didn't mess with her anymore, only hugged her silently.

After a while, Xiyu brought in the decoction.

Zhao Yan took the bowl, used the decoction in one go, and instructed: "Let them take care of the door, and there must be no negligence tonight." ”

Jiang Huaifu is half dead, and Jiang Wang's family may run over in the middle of the night, which is uncertain.

Zhou Yu needs to be careful here.

"Don't worry, girl, the slave and maid will guard it." Xiyu took the soup bowl and bowed his head in response.

"That's right." Zhao Yan remembered Zhao Ruxiu's matter, and ordered: "Tomorrow, if you release the words again, I will say that the crane-top-colored gold silk sprinkled on the day worn by the popular prostitutes in Jinchun Hall is Zhao Ruxiu's." ”

When the skirt was manufactured, it was really lined with gold thread, which was very valuable, but I don't know if Jiang Qingrou was reluctant to take out the silver and buy Zhao Ruxiu an identical skirt.

"Yes, the slave has written it down." Sorry for the rain, he raised his hand and put the bed curtain for them: "The slave and maid are leaving." ”

Zhao Yan hugged the small quilt, turned her back to Zhou Yu and found a comfortable position, and curled up in the quilt.

Soon, she fell asleep, breathing evenly and steadily.

She hadn't slept well for several days, holding a small quilt in her arms, she seemed to have found a warm harbor, and returned to her mother's arms, only feeling extremely comfortable and safe.

Zhou Yu looked at her sleeping face, delicate and flawless, as if pinched in porcelain, he couldn't help but reach out, stroked her pale little face carefully, and combed her sideburns.

He sat for a long time before extinguishing the wax, and after lying down, he pulled Zhao Yan into his arms.

Zhao Yan struggled uncomfortably, but because she was too sleepy, she gave up.

Zhou Yu encircled her in his arms, got rid of distracting thoughts, and closed his eyes.

The two snuggled up and fell asleep.

"Girl, girl!"

In my ears, there was a call to cherish the time.

Zhao Yan slept soundly, and she didn't want to open her eyes at all, so she only asked vaguely, "What's the matter?" ”

"Jiang Wang's is here, and he's knocking on the door outside!" Hurry up.

"What time is it?" Zhao Yan asked sleepily.

"Just after the end of the day." Sorry for the time.

"I haven't slept enough by the time I'm just over the years." Zhao Yan tightened the small quilt in her arms and pushed away Zhou Yu's hand holding him: "Go and tell her, just say that I just fell asleep, if she makes trouble, she will ask Ye Feng to stop her." ”

She said, and closed her eyes again.

No matter when, she will never treat herself badly, and it is rare to get a good night's sleep, so she naturally has to sleep to her heart's content.