Su Qingluan touched the position of his chest: he felt that his heart was suddenly very uncomfortable, as if he was being pinched by some invisible hand.

That feeling of oppression made her almost breathless.

Without a trace, Su Qingluan's reaction was fully visible, a glimmer flashed in Mu Xingzhi's eyes, but on the surface, he still asked quietly: "Su Niangzi, what's wrong with you?" But uncomfortable? ”

Su Qingluan frowned slightly: "I don't know, I suddenly feel that something is not right." It's like being pinched in the heart. "Could it be, does this body have a history of heart disease?

Don't! She had been fighting with illness for so long in her previous life, did she have to come back again?

Halfway through the complaint, a warm touch suddenly came from his wrist, Su Qingluan turned his head suddenly, but saw that Mu Xingzhi had already rocked the wheelchair to his front at some point, and his slender and pale fingers were holding his wrist.

Su Qingluan subconsciously wanted to withdraw her wrist, but Mu Xingzhi exerted her strength slightly, and she was unable to break free.

"Don't panic," Mu Xingzhi's expression was very calm, "I have been sick all the year round, and I know a little bit of the art of apricot forest, so I just looked at the appearance of Su Niangzi, I am afraid that I have heart palpitations, and I can take a look or two." ”

Su Qingluan suddenly understood: after a long time, people saw that she was frowning and covering her chest just now, thinking that she was having a heart attack.

However, in view of the fact that she did react very wrongly, Su Qingluan did not refuse, and only thanked her softly.

Speaking of which, it is the first time she has experienced "pulse diagnosis" in her two lifetimes, and I have to say that it is still a very novel experience.

However, looking at Mu Xingzhi opposite from such a close distance, Su Qingluan realized that although this young man's facial features can only be described as handsome and not very outstanding, his eyes are very good.

The slightly upturned eye shape at the corner of the eye is between the phoenix eye and the peach blossom eye, which not only loses the sharpness of the phoenix eye, but also has more peach blossom eyes. And it's eyelashes like a small fan......

Tut-tut...... Su Qingluan secretly said to herself: A man has such long and thick eyelashes, which makes her jealous! I don't know if I can pull it off and stick it on my eyelids......

Just as Su Qingluan was swiping the screen with a nonsensical barrage in his heart, Song Bo was wearing a hat and a lily robe from the outside, holding a tray with a bowl of steaming things on it.

Su Qingluan didn't know why, she didn't feel anything when she got along with Mu Xingzhi, but as soon as Songbo came in, Mu Xingzhi's action of checking her pulse made her feel as if she had done something bad and was caught, so she subconsciously retracted her wrist.

This time, Mu Xingzhi didn't stop her, but also withdrew his hand and nodded: "Su Niangzi is in good health, and her discomfort may be due to her poor mood recently, or her sleep is unstable." ”

Su Qingluan thought for a while: Indeed, yesterday because of the bad marriage of Qi'er and thought of her fate, she didn't sleep well for the first half of the night, and today she ran all the way because of that shop.

Could it be that the palpitating reaction just now is really a little tired lately?

Thinking so, Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi with a smile: "Thank you, I will go back and have a good rest." ”

Song Bo brought the tray over and put it in front of Su Qingluan, and Su Qingluan realized that in addition to a steaming bowl of ginger soup, it smelled like ginger soup, and there was a neatly folded towel.

"It's just me and the owner at home, it's really rough, this handkerchief is new, and I just washed it again with water, this ......" Songbo's expression seemed to be a little toothache and hesitated, "This little lady can rest assured that it is ginger soup to ward off the cold, please also use it." ”

Su Qingluan nodded embarrassedly, first picked up the towel and wiped the water stains on his face and forehead - although it was almost dry - and then put the towel back on the tray.

"Is this veil stained with any spice?" Su Qingluan smiled, "It's very elegant and chic." ”

In fact, it is a bitter smell like herbal medicine, but Su Qingluan is not sure if it is the smell of incense or medicine, not to mention that generally speaking, guests will not use towels soaked in medicinal juice, right?

Sure enough, Mu Xingzhi smiled and said, "It's a spice I made myself." ”

Su Qingluan nodded, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: It's so dangerous, I didn't say the phrase "what a smell of medicine", otherwise it would be a shame and a big loss.

Bringing over the bowl of ginger soup and drinking it in one go, Su Qingluan felt that his whole body was warm.

Although the clothes that had just been wet by the rain were still a little damp, Su Qingluan felt much better than just now.

At this time, Mu Xingzhi turned to Song Bo and said, "Push me to the study, Su Niangzi, you can come over too." ”

"Me?" Su Qingluan pointed to the tip of his nose.

"Didn't you say you were coming to borrow a book?" Mu Xingzhi said and coughed lightly twice, and Songbo immediately took off the robe he was wearing outside, revealing a blue-white robe hidden inside, draped on Mu Xingzhi's body.

Su Qingluan thanked her again, thinking in her heart that Mu Xingzhi was obviously sick, and she was so patient with her uninvited guest, it was really interesting, no matter whether she could find a satisfactory book or not, she would have to do something to eat to express her gratitude.

Thinking so, Su Qingluan had already followed the two in front of him through the corridor and walked to a room that was larger than the previous front hall.

This room looked unremarkable from the outside, but as Song Bo pushed open the door, Su Qingluan was simply stunned: no wonder more than one person said that Mu Xing's house has a large collection of books, this room is full of tall shelves that lead to the roof, and there are many books on none of the shelves.

And it's not just thread-bound books, but also scrolls made of bamboo slips and cloth, which look like ancient books.

Not to mention this era of illiteracy, Su Qingluan can be sure that even if it is put in modern times, with Mu Xingzhi's collection of books, he can also use these books as a small library!

"This ...... So many books are yours?! Su Qingluan was about to move, "I can...... Can I borrow more books? ”

It's no wonder that she stuttered a little, she was really a little excited.

Since she crossed over, except for the contract signed by Shopkeeper Liang, she has basically not seen any books, and her spiritual life is simply barren and abnormal.

She has just crossed over, and due to her lack of adaptation to the new environment, she has greatly offset the boredom caused by this lack of spiritual and cultural pastime, but as she becomes more and more accustomed to life here, and masters the rhythm of using the tools of this era, after becoming proficient, the idle time will become longer and longer.

With so many books now, what a good thing to pass the time! Su Qingluan stared at those bookshelves, her eyes lit up: after all, she has also undergone many years of compulsory education and college entrance examination, and she still has the foundation for reading ancient words!

Mu Xingzhi smiled and nodded: "As long as you remember to return it after reading it, of course you can, may I ask what books Su Niangzi likes to read?" ”