On the tree-lined path, two teenagers walked side by side, one tall and one short, one white and one black.

The tall black-skinned boy had a smooth black hair tied up high with a red rope, the bridge of his nose was high, a pair of heterochromatic pupils flashed with dazzling light, and he held a dog's tail grass in the corner of his mouth, and asked, "Your Highness, is Master Jiang in Qingshui Town so godly?" Is it worth the trip yourself? ”

The slightly shorter young man, with a face as white as jade, wearing a golden crown, a pair of phoenix eyes with a sense of oppression that belongs to the superior, "Mu Bai, don't call my Royal Highness outside, beware of revealing your identity." ”

Mu Bai pursed his lips and said, "Isn't there no one here?" ”

Mu Bai looked at Xie Nanning's dark and gloomy eyes, and was instantly defeated, spread his hands, and replied, "Okay, good, good, I know it's wrong." ”

When the two of them arrived at Qingshui Town, there were already a lot of admiring people in the town, and they mixed in the crowd to secretly inquire about Jiang Butai's news.

The people in the town praised Jiang Butai a lot, saying that she taught the children very well, and she was very patient.

They also learned that Jiang Butai's husband, Xiang Zhihan, was also a well-known miracle doctor, and he cured the previous epidemic in Lin'an County.

Mu Bai bit the apple and said, "Compared to this Master Jiang, I am more interested in her husband Xiang Zhihan." ”

Mu Bai fights and kills every day, and if there is a divine doctor by his side, his life safety can be better guaranteed.

Xie Nanning: "Don't forget the purpose of our trip. ”

Recently, there have been many travelers from other places in Qingshui Town, who speak with different accents, but there is a scholarly anger between their words and deeds.

And these travelers all have the same goal, Jiang is not too late.

Whether Jiang is at home or in Hongmeng Academy, there will be people who come to the door to ask to see, if it is only two or three people, it doesn't matter, but Jiang Butai has already met more than a dozen people in just two days, and now the number of people is not less, but more and more.

Jiang Buwan really didn't have the heart to deal with it, so after thinking about it, she decided to hold a banquet and make an appointment for these people who wanted to ask to see her for a day.

Jiang Buwan had just gotten rid of those scholars and returned home, but she heard a lot of scholars gathered in front of the medicine hall who came to look for her, and she couldn't treat the patients properly.

Jiang Buwan hid behind the door and whispered to Qingruo, who was busy standing in front of the medicine cabinet.

Qingruo heard Jiang Buwan's voice, put down the things in his hand, and ran forward, "Sister Wan, is there something wrong?" ”

"You go and tell them that I will hold a dinner party at Hongmeng Academy the day after tomorrow, and you can meet me there."

Qingruo nodded and said, "Understood." ”

"Wait." Jiang Bu called Qingruo out, handed her a few invitations from his arms, and said, "Give them this post." ”

Although Hongmeng Academy is large, it also has a limited capacity, in order to prevent too many people from coming to the banquet after tomorrow, so today she and Cui Jing hurriedly wrote some invitations in case of emergency.

"Okay." Qingruo took the post, then walked up generously, talked to the waiting scholars, and then handed the post to them.

Qingruo follows Xiang Zhihan and Jiang Butai all day long, and he should learn a lot.

Just treated people a little, and there was a world of difference from the little girl who was still in Lin'an at the time.

Xiang Zhihan, who was writing the prescription, heard Qingruo's movement, and raised his eyes to look at Jiang behind the curtain.

His clear face was soft, and there was a smile on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, if it weren't for the fact that there was a patient in front of him, there was no doubt that he would immediately put down his pen and get up to find Jiang It was not too late.

Jiang Buwan looked at Xiang Zhihan's affectionate eyes, his heart trembled, and he silently lowered the door curtain, Xiang Zhihan has not been right in the past few days.

How to say it, Xiang Zhihan before seemed to be dancing in shackles, he was very good to her, but it could also be seen that he had been restrained, and even avoided Jiang Butai's active intimacy.

But now Xiang Zhihan has become a lot more clingy, and he can't wait to be with Jiang Feitai all the time.

Jiang Bu Late dared to tease him in the past, because he knew that Xiang Zhihan would definitely be shy to find a reason to avoid him, but now Jiang Bu Late was a little afraid to do so.

She didn't know if Xiang Zhihan would be shy to accept it, or if she would take the initiative. Sortie?

After Xiang Zhihan finished reading the last patient, the scholars in the medicine hall had also left, and the lively medicine hall fell silent in an instant.

Xiang Zhihan got up and said, "Qingruo, close the door." “

After he finished explaining, he couldn't wait to go to the back hall to find Jiang It's not too late, and he will see each other tomorrow, but he can't see enough.

"Late, late." Xiang Zhihan found Jiang Bu who was writing at the desk in the courtyard, and there were invitations in front of her.

"Are there no patients in the pharmacy?" Jiang raised his head and asked.

"Nope." Xiang Zhihan sat down next to her, he looked at the red invitation on the table, but suddenly thought in his mind, if he and Wanwan held a wedding, would the invitation to the wedding banquet also be written like this.

"I really envy my husband." Jiang Buqi said, "Recently, many people have come to me, and I can't be busy. I hope that after this dinner, these scholars will be able to leave as soon as possible, and we will be able to return to our former peaceful life. ”

Jiang Buwan chattered for a long time, and she didn't hear Xiang Zhihan speak, she looked sideways curiously, Xiang Zhihan looked at the invitation in her hand in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

By the way, Xiang Zhihan's recent eccentricity is also reflected in the fact that he often wanders.

Jiang Buwan raised his hand and circled in front of Xiang Zhihan's eyes, and said, "Husband? Why don't you speak? What are you thinking? ”

Xiang Zhihan came back to his senses, "Evening, I'll help you write together." ”

"Okay." Jiang Buchi rubbed his wrist and said, "I haven't written much with Cui Jing for a long time today, and my wrist hurts a little when I write." ”

Xiang Zhihan looked at the red marks on Jiang Buwan's hand when he heard this, naturally held it, and then gently rubbed her red and swollen place.

Jiang Bu could feel Xiang Zhihan pressing it, and he also sent aura into her body, and the warm aura swirled on her tired fingers and wrists, taking away the fatigue.

"Are you comfortable?" Xiang Zhi Han asked gently, his hands were white and tender, and they were soft when they were rubbed, which made people love them.

"It's much more comfortable." Jiang Buwan withdrew his hand, shook it, and said, "Husband is really powerful, it doesn't hurt at all now." ”

Xiang Zhihan hooked his lips and smiled, took off a pen on the pen holder, took Jiang Buwan's invitation and continued to write, "Evening, you can rest." I'll write it for you. ”

The biggest feature of Xiang Zhihan's words is that he is upright, one stroke at a time, and the square one seems to be printed, but occasionally the pen stroke at the beginning will add a bit of surprise, like a good child who is usually serious, and occasionally does something deviant.

"But I still have a lot of invitations to write." Jiang Butai pointed to the thick stack of brand-new invitations on the ground and said, "Did you finish writing it alone?" ”