Tan Zhaozhao was stunned, her hand hurriedly brushed over the black hair to cover it, the light was dim, she was probably dazzled, as if she saw a layer of red at the end of Zhang Jiuling's eyes.

Zhang Jiuling turned his back to the door, and his hand was still on the door frame: "I heard that you are sick, I will come to see you." ”

The voice was calm, but the tail note was inexplicably trembling, like the echo of a clear spring dripping down an empty mountain stream.

Tan Zhaozhao hummed, his throat tightened.

Meidou took the scissors and came back, and when she saw Zhang Jiuling standing by the door, she was overjoyed, and hurriedly bent her knees to salute: "Da Lang is going to wash, and the maid is going to bring you hot soup." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Zhang Jiuling to answer, she said to Tan Zhaozhao: "Jiuniang, the maid will put the scissors on the edge of the smoker cage, and when the hair is smoked, the maid will trim the ends of the hair for you." ”

Zhang Jiuling silently stretched out his hand to take the scissors, and called the eyebrow peas who were about to leave in a hurry: "I'll go to the study to wash, and you go in to serve Jiuniang." ”

The eyebrow peas turned around and responded respectfully. Zhang Jiuling's footsteps paused slightly, and then walked away.

Meidou couldn't help but look back, entered the house and sat down, continued to scoop water and waited for Tan Zhaozhao to clean, and muttered: "Da Lang is really a gentleman, he is married to Jiu Niang, and he is so restrained and polite." ”

The hot soup was misty and thick in the house. The red lacquered bathtub under him made Tan Zhaozhao think of the red inexplicably.

The sound of water was loud, Meidou put down the gourd, suddenly thought of something, turned his head and looked around, "Hey, where are the scissors?" The maid took the scissors...... Oh, Da Lang took it. What did Da Lang do with scissors? That's it, the servant will look for it later. ”

In the chatter of eyebrow peas, Tan Zhaozhao washed up and put on his underwear, and walked out with his hair half-dry, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Zhang Jiuling changed into a moon-white wide-sleeved robe, leaned on the soft sac with a scroll in his hand, and his slightly wet black hair half hung down in front of him. With a straight nose and an angular side face, under the dense flower branch lamp, it is as cold and clear as cold jade.

Meidou greeted happily, interrupting the looming embarrassment and silence in the room, and turned to the bedroom, "The maid went to clean up the bed for Jiu Niang." ”

"Are you well?" Zhang Jiuling coughed slightly, felt more comfortable, got up and sat cross-legged, and slowly put away the scroll.

Tan Zhaozhao thought of Lu's instructions and replied vaguely: "It's already good." ”

Zhang Jiuling carefully looked at Tan Zhaozhao's expression, "It's okay." Then he held out his hand, "I'll take your pulse." ”

Tan Zhaozhao was surprised, he still knows how to heal?

Zhang Jiuling explained: "I understand a little. ”

It is not surprising that scholars read medical books and cover a wide range of topics.

Tan Zhaozhao knelt down and stretched out his arms.

Zhang Jiuling looked at Tan Zhaozhao, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and said, "In my own house, just be casual." ”

Tan Zhaozhao sighed, and changed from kneeling to cross-sitting.

The slightly cool fingertips were on his wrists, and Tan Zhaozhao couldn't help but look at it.

Cleanly trimmed nails with a thin layer of calluses between the joints of the fingers, as well as the fingertips. Presumably it is the traces left by holding a pen and writing all year round, riding a horse and shooting arrows.

"It's no big deal, it's good to cultivate." Zhang Jiuling withdrew his hand, his gaze swept over Tan Zhaozhao's face, and after a slight pause, he said, "I've lost some weight, eat more to make up for it." ”

When Tan Zhaozhao heard that he was thin, he subconsciously raised his eyes to look at him, and said in his heart that he hated himself for not being beautiful?

Also, no matter how beautiful he is, he can't be more beautiful.

Tan Zhaozhao was relieved, and soon stopped thinking about this problem.

Zhang Jiuling didn't turn his head anymore, got up and went to lift the smoker cage: "Quickly dry your hair, and be careful to get sick again." ”

The smoke cage is not far from Zhang Jiuling, and there is a food table in the middle. Tan Zhaozhao froze, thinking about the posture of smoking his hair.

Seeing that Tan Zhaozhao didn't move, Zhang Jiuling lifted his eyes and glanced at him, urging him.

Tan Zhaozhao's heart was crossed, he took a soft pouch and cushioned it, leaned over, and covered his hair on the smoker cage. Allow one side to dry before smoking the other.

The eyebrow peas in the smoking cage were fragrant with green wood, the light fragrance was curling, the head was smoked warmly, and Tan Zhaozhao was so comfortable that he relaxed.

"It's still early for the freshly ripened lychees, so I only got a small basket to try them." Zhang Jiuling pointed to the food table and said, "Although your body is just healing, it is okay to eat a little cold things." ”

Tan Zhaozhao held the probe and looked, and there were five fresh lychees on the small plate on the dining table.

A small basket of lychees has to be eaten with a large family, and Tan Zhaozhao got five, which is already a lot.

"I've tasted it in Guangzhou, you can eat it." Zhang Jiuling added.

Tan Zhaozhao was stunned, thought about it before and after, and roughly understood the key points before and after.

Lychees must be chilled when brought back to Shaozhou, and she should not eat cold things when she is sick. In addition, there are few lychees in the current season, and it is estimated that there was no share of her, so Zhang Jiuling gave her his share.

Whether her guess was right or wrong, just a few lychees, Tan Zhaozhao didn't take it to heart.

Seeing that Tan Zhaozhao did not move, Zhang Jiuling raised his right hand, held the hanging wide sleeve with his left hand, took the lychee, and pinched it at random on his fingertips, and the lychee shell cracked.

Peeling off half of the shell, Zhang Jiuling pinched the rest and handed the lychee to Tan Zhaozhao.

Although there are few lychees, the sincerity is heavy enough.

Tan Zhaozhao stretched out his hand to take it, and said with a smile: "Da Lang has a heart." ”

Zhang Jiuling glanced at Tan Zhaozhao, saw that she was smiling brightly, the corners of her mouth rose, and she peeled off the remaining four lychees.

The lychee is cold and sweet, the core is a little big, Tan Zhaozhao held it in his mouth, and turned his head to find the slag bucket.

Zhang Jiuling's gaze stopped on Tan Zhaozhao's bulging right cheek, a smile floated in his eyes, and he took the slag bucket from under the food table, "Huh." ”

Tan Zhaozhao stumbled over and spit the lychee core into the slag hopper.

Zhang Jiuling had lychee juice on his hands, and got up to clean his hands. After a while, he came over with scissors and a coarse cloth towel and laid it out behind her.

Tan Zhaozhao was puzzled, Zhang Jiuling said: "Earlier, you said that you wanted to trim the ends of your hair, sit down, I'll trim it for you, just right, I also want to repair it together." ”

The hair and skin of the body come from the parents, the Tang Dynasty comes to the dynasty, the people are open, and they do not abide by this pedantic rule very much. Messy hair is not groomed, but looks rude.

Tan Zhaozhao never thought that Zhang Jiuling would prune it for her personally. Listen to what he said, and when her hair is trimmed, she will help him trim it.

Looking at Zhang Jiuling's demeanor, even the scrolls must be flush with his body, if his hair is cut off......

Tan Zhaozhao was apprehensive in his heart and couldn't help but look back.

"Don't move." Zhang Jiuling put her fingers against Tan Zhaozhao's head and straightened her head.

The scissors clicked crisply, Tan Zhaozhao saw the jet-black hair falling to the ground, she was still nervous at first, and when the hair was covered with a layer of coarse cloth, she became more and more suspicious.

She just trimmed the rough, split ends of her hair, did he cut too much?

"Why is it not neat?"

Tan Zhaozhao heard Zhang Jiuling's puzzled voice coming from behind her, she chuckled, and hurriedly stopped: "Okay, let's cut it here." ”

Zhang Jiuling's hand paused, and insisted: "It hasn't been trimmed yet." ”

Tan Zhaozhao took advantage of the moment he put down the scissors, and hurriedly moved a few steps forward, brushing his hair in front of him to take a look, which was obviously short, not to mention, and uneven.

Tan Zhaozhao secretly glared at Zhang Jiuling, it was already like this, so he had to persuade himself.

Forget it, it doesn't matter if it's long or uneven, it's all a bun anyway.

Zhang Jiuling avoided Tan Zhaozhao's gaze and called, "Meidou, come in and clean up." ”

Tan Zhaozhao blinked his eyes and said, "Da Lang hasn't been pruned yet, and it's not too late to clean up after pruning together." ”

"Jiu Niang's body is just healing, it is not suitable to be tired, I can call Qianshan to prune it for me." Zhang Jiuling got up and picked up the scroll and blocked it in front of him.

Qianshan was Zhang Jiuling's entourage, and Tan Zhaozhao looked at the past suspiciously, always feeling that he was empty-hearted.

The scroll blocked his face, and Tan Zhaozhao couldn't see Zhang Jiuling's expression clearly for a while.

Meidou had already entered the house, and Tan Zhaozhao had to give up for the time being. Meidou saw her black hair hanging behind her, and whispered: "Jiu Niang, what's wrong with your hair?" ”

Zhang Jiuling put down the scroll at this time, and said quietly: "You can repair it for Jiuniang again." ”

Meidou's eyes swirled on the two of them, and seeing that Zhang Jiuling's face was expressionless, he was too busy to look any more, so he set up a coarse cloth towel and quickly trimmed the ends of Tan Zhaozhao's hair with scissors.

Zhang Jiuling looked at it for a moment, gestured with his fingers, looked at Tan Zhaozhao, and said with a slight smile: "Next time I can prune it." ”

Tan Zhaozhao hummed perfunctorily, there is no next time, she will never let him do it again.

Meidou packed up the broken hair and retreated, Zhang Jiuling held the scroll in his left hand, and took two sips of water in his right hand.

Tan Zhaozhao frowned slightly, Zhang Jiuling was in a hurry, and it was so late, why didn't he go back to the study?

Could it be that he was idle to trim her hair, just planning to wait for her to rest together?

After all, he is a young man with strong blood!

Thinking of this, Tan Zhaozhao raised his eyes to look at Zhang Jiuling, and his whole body became nervous and stiff uncontrollably.

Zhang Jiuling put down the scroll, looked at her, and said, "It's not early, let's rest early." ”

The lights and shadows are swaying, and the eyes he looks at people are always deep and affectionate.

With the simple words, Tan Zhaozhao actually heard the inexplicable taste, and his face became hot.