Meng Dongting hurriedly opened the door to greet him, only to see a girl standing in front of him, with bright eyes and bright teeth, and a snow-white complexion, isn't it Wu Qianhe?

Meng Dongting was stunned for a while, not knowing what to say, but Wu Qianhe walked in. She saw Meng Dongting bowing her head and was silent, and she didn't know what to do for a while.

After a long time, Wu Qianhe said: "Meng Gongzi ......"

Meng Dongting's heart sank, and he hurriedly said: "Second Miss, don't call the villain like that. You call me Xiao Meng just like everyone else!"

Wu Qianhe saw that he had divided the master and servant, and he was not happy in his heart, and said: "Meng Gongzi, don't be like this, I never care about what is inferior or not." ”

Meng Dongting was silent, only standing to the side with his hands down, three points more respectful than when Wu Fengzhao was there.

Wu Qianhe said gently: "Come and sit down!"

Meng Dongting took a step back, shook his head and said, "Miss, don't be like this, the villain is just a scholar of the Martial Mansion, how can he sit at the same table with you? ”

Wu Qianhe said loudly: "You...... You know that I don't value these family rituals at all, why do you want to do this in front of me?"

Meng Dongting hurriedly bowed down and bent over, and said again and again: "Miss, don't be angry, if Meng Dongting's behavior is inappropriate, please punish him heavily." ”

Wu Qianhe saw that he was still rejecting people for thousands of miles, and he felt indescribably sad in his heart, and he couldn't help but have a sour nose, and tears were about to fall.

Meng Dongting just stood with his hands down, pretending not to see it.

Wu Qianhe was sad for a while, and suddenly the young lady's temper flashed, and said in her heart: "Aren't you willing to be a subordinate, I will fulfill your wish today!"

After thinking about it, she couldn't help but say, sat down in the chair, and said coldly: "Come, give me ink." ”

Meng Dongting saw that she suddenly changed her mind, and she didn't know what her intentions were, so she said in her heart: "She is a noble lady in the house, no matter what she wants to do, I should do it." He didn't say much at the moment, and hurriedly studied a thick inkstone.

Wu Qianhe was serious, and he didn't see joy or anger, but he heard her say again: "What about the pen and paper?"

Meng Dongting hurriedly handed over the pen and paper.

Wu Qianhe condensed slightly, drew on the paper, Meng Dongting stood aside, and saw that she had painted a landscape splashed with ink, with a playful brush stroke and elegant artistic conception.

After a while, the painting was finished, but Wu Qianhe bowed his head and was silent for a long time.

Meng Dongting stood behind her and served with all his might, neither saying words nor commenting.

Wu Qianhe's body trembled suddenly, grabbed the painting suddenly, and tore it to pieces in three or two strokes.

Meng Dongting exclaimed, this landscape is indeed a wonderful brush, and it is a pity to tear it up. He couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Miss, what a Danqing wonderful pen, why did you tear it up?"

Wu Qianhe said coldly: "Do you want to tell me about Xiang as a subordinate?" After saying that, he stood up, walked in front of Meng Dongting, and stared into his eyes.

Meng Dongting lowered his head, avoiding her gaze.

Wu Qianhe sighed very lightly and walked away.

Meng Dongting looked at her back and said in his heart: "Miss Guanjia is really willful. He shook his head and leaned over to pick up the torn paintings, and began to practice his internal skills again.

For several days in a row, Wu Qianhe came to the study every day, or Dan Qingshui or filled in the lyrics, but every time he finished writing and painting, he tore up the work and left the room.

On this day, Wu Qianhe tore up a picture of a red plum and a cold one, and suddenly put his hands on the desk, sobbing and crying.

Meng Dongting rarely talked to her in the past few days, like a scholar, and when he saw her crying at this time, he didn't know whether to come forward to comfort her, so he couldn't help but sigh.

Wu Qianhe raised his head and said angrily, "You...... What are you sighing for?"

Meng Dongting said in a low voice: "I saw that Miss was sad, I didn't know what to do, I only sighed." ”

Wu Qianhe slowly stood up and looked at Meng Dongting, with a pair of big eyes strung with pearl-like tears, and his small red lips trembling and trembling, very beautiful.

I saw that she endured her sad voice, trembled and choked up: "Meng Gongzi ......"

Meng Dongting hurriedly said: "Don't dare, Miss still call me Xiao Meng!"

Wu Qianhe was immediately furious and said, "Stop! You put away your face for me, I don't want to look at you like this!" Her voice froze, and tears flowed down again.

After a while, she wiped away her tears and said gently, "Forget it, I don't blame you." Anyway, this is the last time we'll see each other. ”

Meng Dongting's heart was shocked, and he suddenly felt empty in his heart, wanting to say something, but he couldn't say it, so he just turned his head away and was silent.

Wu Qianhe said softly: "Gongzi Meng, I respect your talent and learning, respect your ambition, and I think you are only because of bad luck and fell into my family as a subordinate, but I didn't care at all, and deliberately handed it over." How do you know...... How do you know that you just can't let go of your life experience, I came to see you for several days in a row, and you pretended to be this subordinate face to me every day. You...... Are you really the backbone reader?"

She walked to the door and looked back at Meng Dongting, with infinite tenderness in her eyes, but then lowered her head again.

Meng Dongting saw that she was about to leave, and said in a trembling voice: "Xiao ...... Miss ......"

Wu Qianhe stopped when he heard the words and looked at Meng Dongting.

Meng Dongting said in a low voice: "You...... You wait a while. I saw him walk into the pile of books, take some things out and give them to Wu Qianhe.

When Wu Qianhe saw it, he couldn't help but exclaim softly, it turned out that what Meng Dongting gave her was the calligraphy and painting she had torn up in the past few days. These calligraphy and paintings have long been crumbs, but Meng Dongting reassembled these fragments and glued them together, I don't know how much effort it took him.

Meng Dongting said in a low voice: "Miss, these paintings and calligraphy are really masterpieces, it's a pity to tear them up like this." Take it back!"

Wu Qianhe took the calligraphy and painting, and couldn't help but tears fell on his head drop by drop, and the ink was overcast. She turned and ran out, shouting, "Fool! you're a big fool!"

Meng Dongting saw her running out of the study without looking back, and it was expected that she would not come back in the future.

Meng Dongting looked at the empty door and said in his heart: "Thank God, she won't come again! That's good, I don't have to wait for this young lady every day." ”

He sat down and wanted to practice internal strength, but for some reason, he just couldn't calm down. He looked out the window, thinking about Wu Qianhe's every move, and remembered what she said, "Anyway, this is the last time we will meet", suddenly his heart was sour, and he fell to the ground steeply, looking at the roof in a daze, as if there was a place on his body that died inexplicably and no longer belonged to him......

On the second day, Meng Dongting went to work in the study again, and after cleaning, he suddenly lazily couldn't lift up. He stopped reading the book, and he didn't even want to practice his internal skills, so he looked out the window blankly.

There has always been no one in the study, so he sits like this, but every time the wind blows, he jumps up, thinking that Wu Qianhe has arrived. But for a whole day, Wu Qianhe didn't come back after all.

Meng Dongting didn't even eat from morning to night, and he was originally a hard-working and self-motivated young man, but suddenly changed as if he was a person. He sat at the desk, looking at the flowers and trees outside the window, and for some reason, he suddenly smiled bitterly.

In all the silence, it seemed that a voice began to laugh at himself, why did he read so many books?

The scientific research is hopeless, he escaped from death row, and he has become a guilty body, so why should he study any more?

Fighting this arrogant body, he insisted on changing his surname and moving his ancestry, but in the end he was still insulted and ridiculed behind his back, and for what?

What are you doing here with all your enthusiasm?

Look at how happy Wu Gui is, he is really a fool, Wu Qianhe said that it is indeed true.

For three days in a row, Meng Dongting sat like this, not drinking or eating.

On the evening of the fourth day, Wu Gui came to look for him and saw him lying on the ground, with a high fever and not waking up. Wu Gui was so shocked that he shouted and asked someone to come over to take a look, only to realize that Meng Dongting was actually suffering from external typhoid fever. In fact, with Meng Dongting's internal strength, he shouldn't have been sick, but he was in a state of confusion for the past few days, and he stopped eating and drinking, so he contracted such a vicious disease.

When the housekeeper heard about this, he felt extremely unlucky, and Wu Baihua was overjoyed. Everyone pinched their noses and threw Meng Dongting back to his firewood room.

This alarmed Mrs. Wu, saying that she was afraid that someone would die in the house, so she invited a doctor to Meng Dongting for treatment. After the doctor saw it, he told everyone not to come close.

Everyone was afraid of contracting typhoid fever, only Wu Gui sent him soup and medicine every day, but he didn't dare to go in, so he only put the medicine bowl at the door of the firewood room, hoping that Meng Dongting would come out to eat by himself.

But for two days, the medicine bowl was placed at the door and did not even move. Everyone assumed he was dead inside, but no one dared to go in and check it out.

On the night of the third day, Meng Dongting suddenly woke up in a daze, only to see that there was darkness all around, and he knew that his wakefulness was a return to the light before he died, looking back on his life, poor and lowly. When he thought of his deceased father, tears rained down even more.

Suddenly, a pair of soft hands helped Meng Dongting up, wiped away the tears on his face, and fed the bitter medicinal juice into his mouth.

Meng Dongting looked up in a daze, and saw a beautiful and vulgar face, looking at him with concern, but it was Miss Wu Qianhe. Meng Dongting was surprised and delighted, thinking that he was still in a dream, and suddenly cried loudly, and the courage that came out of nowhere hugged her soft delicate body tightly.

Wu Qianhe was overjoyed when he saw him wake up, and said with a smile: "You...... You've finally woken up, and it seems that the secret recipe that Liu Er found really works. The corners of his eyes moistened as he spoke.

Meng Dongting mourned in his heart and cried: "Miss, I'm ...... I ......"

Wu Qianhe let him pilllow on his lap, gently stroked his dirty hair, and said gently: "Don't say it, drink the medicine with peace of mind!"

After a while, Meng Dongting only felt peace and joy in his heart, and fell asleep in her arms.

Early in the morning of the second day, Meng Dongting woke up and was no longer in sight of Wu Qianhe.

He sighed in his heart and thought, "It seems that I have been thinking about it every day, and I must have been dreaming last night." ”

But suddenly saw a few medicine bowls next to him, Meng Dongting screamed, and called out, only then did he know that Wu Qianhe actually came to serve him every night, otherwise he would not be able to survive such a vicious disease.

Meng Dongting was full of joy and sorrow, and he was very grateful, but what made him happiest was not to pick up a life, but to see Wu Qianhe again.

He slowly exercised, only to feel that his internal strength was still abundant, and it seemed that although the illness was serious, it did not defeat him.

Meng Dongting slowly got up and walked to the door, only to see some food sent by Wu Gui piled up at the door, he smiled slightly, and said in his heart: "Although this kid Wu Gui is timid and afraid, he has never forgotten me. For a moment, his eyes were a little moist.

Meng Dongting ate the food, and his body had some strength, so he sat down cross-legged and exercised his internal strength. After a long time, there were no distracting thoughts in my heart, and I had reached the realm of returning to the state of emptiness, and slowly a wave of internal force poured out of my body, surging wildly in the limbs and hundreds of remains. This internal force rushed within his meridians, breaking the great difficulties that he couldn't go through in the past, and returning to the dantian after running Zhou Tian.

Meng Dongting was stimulated by the internal force in his body, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar, and heard it for miles. Although his body is weak, he has achieved success with his internal strength, and this illness is considered to be cured.

Suddenly, I heard someone shouting outside the firewood room: "Is this kid dead, screaming?" ”

Everyone gathered outside the firewood room, and when they saw Meng Dongting walking out with a white face, they all discussed: "This kid is alive!"

"No! he's a zombie!"

"Fuck! Are there such powerless zombies?"

Meng Dongting got up, held on to the door panel, and smiled miserably: "The kid has caused trouble for everyone." Wu Gui hurriedly hugged him and helped him out.

As soon as Meng Dongting's physical strength recovered, he knew a little about medical science, so he grabbed medicine to recuperate, first, he was young and strong, and secondly, his internal strength was not weak, and his body recovered very quickly.

This illness almost killed him, but unexpectedly, the internal force had opened the entrance.

He knew that this "Heavenly Secret Secret" had become a small success, and it was no longer the same day compared to the day when the fortune teller gave the business. As long as time passes, there will be a great intake.

Two days later, Meng Dongting returned to work in the study, only to see that the study was still the same as before, as if he left that day.

Meng Dongting sighed stupidly, and was about to clean up, when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.

He hurriedly greeted him, but saw a girl standing in front of the door gracefully, with a smile on her face, it was Wu Qianhe.

When Meng Dongting saw her, he couldn't help but have hot eyes, tears in his eyes, and his heart was as happy as if it exploded.

He was busy calming down, and said in a hoarse voice, "Little ...... Miss is here to write and draw again today?"

Wu Qianhe smiled and said, "I'm not here to write and paint, am I here to see you, a tuberculosis ghost?"

Meng Dongting remembered her kindness in the past few days, and tears slid down her cheeks. His illness this time was not small, but it was an external typhoid fever, and Wu Qianhe took care of him so much, it can be said that he risked life and death.

Wu Qianhe saw it in his eyes, and his heart was also agitated, so he hurriedly turned his head away, did not dare to make eye contact with him, and only said loudly: "Yanmo!"

Meng Dongting wiped away her tears and took out a pen and paper for her, only to feel indescribably happy.

For half a month, the two of them read and wrote in the study every day, talking about poetry and painting.

Wu Qianhe has been arrogant by nature since she was a child, and she has not dealt with her sister since she was a child, and she rarely has a close friend on weekdays, and it is rare to have a scholar who is proficient in literature and ink as a companion, and she is very happy in her heart.

Meng Dongting saw that she treated her as intimate, and slowly went to her life, and no longer regarded her as a young lady. The two talked about it every day, and there was a strong tenderness and honey in the study, and gradually, the two could not see each other for a day.