Chapter 4 A weak doctor who can shake two steps when the wind blows
The wind swirled the peach petals and flew away, fluttering over his shoulders into her carriage.
Ning Chaoyang raised his cheeks and watched, and saw Jiang Yichuan walking towards him step by step.
The clean white robe was stained with dirt, and the corners of his mouth were bruised, he raised his sleeve to wipe it, and stood in front of her with his lips pursed and his eyes down.
"It didn't hurt anywhere." He replied in a low voice.
She raised an eyebrow and reached out to touch the corner of his mouth.
The man turned his head sideways to avoid her movements, and pursed his lips stiffly, "It's okay." β
She couldn't help but snort.
"Lord Ning." Zhao Qi next to him was a little dumbfounded, "This is?" β
Turning his face, Ning Chaoyang said with a straight face: "I want to ask Lord Zhao, when did the imperial chef of the five grades of the harem have the right to use officers and soldiers to arrest people?" β
Cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and Zhao Qi arched his hand: "Lord Ning Mingjian, the little one didn't come to arrest people, but because of this, he hurt my son first-"
"He's heavy-handed?" Chaoyang interrupted with a sneer, "Doctor Jiang has always been weak, and he can shake two steps in the wind, and he is heavy on your fat and strong son?" β
When the person who was wailing on the bamboo frame heard this, he immediately jumped up: "He is still weak? When you hit meβ"
"Shen'er!" Zhao Qi scolded him.
Zhao Shen closed his mouth angrily.
Ning Chaoyang glanced at him, then turned around and took Jiang Yichuan's hand and looked at it.
The joints were red and swollen, and the skin was scratched.
She was displeased.
"Lord Ning." Zhao Qi said in fear, "No matter what you say, it is also the dog that this doctor injured first, and the dog is hurt in the heart." β
"I also hurt my heart." She said in a deep voice.
Everyone outside the car was stunned, thinking that you are not here, who can hurt you.
But after thinking about it carefully, Jiang Yichuan's ears gradually turned red.
"You ......" he withdrew his hand, annoyed and helpless, "don't talk nonsense. β
"No nonsense." She said, "Even if you beat someone here to death today, I will ask about his sin." β
Jiang Yichuan raised his eyes in a daze.
This man was still wearing the plain skirt, and there was no gold and silver hairpin between his buns, and he was lazily leaning on the edge of the window, but his momentum changed suddenly, like an ice edge blown by the wind on a mountain in the depths of winter, arrogant and sharp.
Zhao Qi trembled his legs and knelt down: "Lord Ning is right, this matter is the fault of the dog, the little one is willing to compensate Dr. Jiang for his injuries, and then prepare a thin gift to send to the house, please Lord Ning forgive, don't worry about the small one!" β
The person who was still so arrogant and domineering just now was afraid that he would become like this in the blink of an eye.
He couldn't help but look at her again.
Ning Chaoyang was not used to such a scene, and there was no trace of emotion on his face: "This is not a place to try cases, Lord Zhao will invite you first." β
Zhao Qi's face was pale, and he wanted to say something more, but when he looked up at her face, he swallowed it back, got up without tears, and hurried away with someone.
As soon as the mountain breeze blew, the tense atmosphere vanished.
She tilted her head to look at him, and a smile appeared at the end of her eyes: "Doctor Jiang is really good." β
I swore that I didn't need her, but I was saved by her in a blink of an eye.
Jiang Yichuan didn't know what to say.
He was silent for a long time, and asked with difficulty, "Will it cause you trouble?" β
Ning Chaoyang smiled: "When he goes back, he will only pray that I won't trouble him." β
"You're a very powerful official?"
"It's not great, but it's more than enough to protect you." She rested her wrist on the window edge and said meaningfully, "If you don't mean it, it's okay to come and kidnap you." β
Jiang Yichuan's body stiffened slightly.
The fog began in the mountains, and after a while a drizzle began to fall.
The bright girl leaned on the Chinese car, her fingertips were white, and her expression was lazy. The thin doctor stood in the rain and mist, his ink hair loose, and his back was straight.
A drop of rain fell down the end of his hair.
Ning Chaoyang stared at his expression and said funny: "What are you afraid of, isn't it that you haven't been kidnapped, not only have you not been captured, but when I saw that you had something, I came over to help." β
After a pause, he said, "It's raining heavily, let's get in the car first." β
Jiang Yichuan wanted to refuse, but he didn't thank him yet.
After a moment of silence, he stepped on the wheel.
He was embarrassed and his black hair was wet, and he sat as far away from her as he could. However, the man didn't care, and hooked his hand at him: "Come here." β
The bamboo curtain separates the world outside, and here it is only him and her.
He had some scruples, but the man in front of him stretched out his hand and hooked the back of his neck and brought it in.
Unbalanced and falling, he immediately pounced on her.
The white robe toppled down, like a fluttering snow in March, and when the warm breath merged together, he smelled the scent of pine orchids on her body.
Uncontrollably flooded my mind with my own dreams.
The black-haired and snow-skinned girl looked up at him, her skin wet and her lips red, her wrists pressed against him, and her warm snort brushed gently against his rolling Adam's apple.
ββ¦β¦β
Jiang Yichuan wanted to push her away.
"Don't move." Ning Chaoyang took a dry towel and put it on his head, and pressed the back of his neck, "I'm a doctor anyway, I don't know how to dry my wet hair?" β
His face was covered by a long scarf, and he muffled, "I can do it myself." β
"Dr. Jiang is amazing." She boasted jokingly, but the movements of her hands did not stop, "It's so powerful, how can you still hurt when you fight with someone?" β
"There are a lot of them."
"I'm alone, too."
That's your official university.
He opened his mouth and swallowed it back.
She snorted softly and slowly brushed his hair, "I was so angry that I left. β
He was slightly stunned, and the hand in his sleeve robe pinched unconsciously.
"Originally, the world is so big, what kind of man don't have it, why bother to come over to see your face." With her fingers slightly together, she rubbed his head vigorously.
Immediately, he lightened his strength and said, "But after calming down and thinking about it, I feel that your words seem to be wrong." β
"Doctor Jiang, you only said that you don't need me, but you didn't seem to say that you don't like me?"
His back stiffened slightly, and he wanted to retreat.
The man pressed his shoulder impatiently: "It's really a captivity to hide from me again." β
She was angry and funny: "When others see me, they are eager to come up, but you are good, for fear that I will come up." Where the hell am I disgruntling you? β
The man in front of him was as silent as ever.
Ning Chaoyang was so angry that he wanted to withdraw his hand.
In the wet hair, the cold white lips suddenly moved.
"Nope." He whispered.
Chaoyang was stunned for a moment, and then raised his eyebrows: "Nothing?" β
No avoidance, or no liking -
"No complaints."
The dry towel slipped back, and she was stunned, and saw him looking at her from between the wet broken hair on his forehead, his skin was fair, the corners of his mouth were purple, and his eyes were like beautiful jade out of water, like glass beads.