He looked forward deeply.

Scenes of the two bickering and laughing with each other flashed before his eyes.

Ji Zimo's face was extremely gloomy.

Behind him, Xiao Yong buried his head deeply, too frightened to express his anger.

After waiting for a long time, he called coldly: "Xiao Yong, go back home!"

"Yes!"

Xia Qianqian held a straw target and wandered on the street for a while. Before she reached Juwang Tower, she saw that it was getting late, so she started playing the exit drum.

Forget it, looking at the time, He Hongfei should wake up.

He is her first seriously ill patient in ancient times, so she should go back and take care of him.

She turned around and headed home, but before she had walked a few steps, the sound of horse hooves "ta da da da" came from behind.

Xia Qianqian hurriedly stepped aside, and when she looked back, she saw Xiao Yong sitting on the shaft of the car.

Great!

She could just take the car back.

"Hi! Brother Xiao, it's me, take me with you!"

She called so kindly, but Xiao Yong didn't even look at her, and the green tent carriage flew past her.

Fortunately, the bluestone floor was still damp. Otherwise, the dust would have stuck to the candied haws in her hand, making it impossible to eat it.

Everyone around looked at her with strange eyes.

Xia Qianqian was a little embarrassed, so she could only lighten the mood by laughing, "What's so urgent?"

At that moment, she frowned and muttered dissatisfied: "I haven't seen such a big person."

It’s better to be Geng Zhong.

If he were driving, he would definitely be able to find her.

Xia Qianqian felt depressed, hugged the straw target, and continued walking forward.

When she turned from the main street and reached the entrance of the side alley, she saw at a glance that the green tent carriage was parked there neatly.

She walked forward with a straw target in her arms, and opened the curtain of the car window, revealing a face with a clear breeze and outstanding temperament, "Come up!"

When he speaks, he is always concise and to the point.

She had just gotten used to his talkative and occasionally witty demeanor, but now he had returned to his attitude when they first met. It was really a world of ice and fire, which was a bit difficult to adapt to.

"Oh!" Xia Qianqian curled her lips, found a place for the straw target, and inserted it into the gap between the pillars at the back of the carriage.

She just came to the front, holding the shaft of the car with both hands to climb up. When she turned her head, she just met Xiao Yong's cold eyes.

What happened to this master and servant?

Who provoked them?

Xia Qianqian murmured in her heart.

Lifting the curtain, she climbed into the carriage and sat on the couch beside her.

At the front, Xiao Yong jumped on the shaft, flicked his whip, and the horse spread its hooves and ran forward with all its strength.

Xia Qianqian looked at the person beside her, her face looked strange, and she asked cautiously: "What's going on? Has the young master's condition changed?"

"No!"

He replied in a hoarse voice, his eyes falling on the small piece of red syrup stuck to the corner of her lips, "Aren't you sleepy? Why did you come out to hang out again?"

"I was sleepy. I felt better after a good sleep. I was hungry and wanted to eat, so I went out for a walk and took a look at my shop!"

As she spoke, she took out the land deed from her sleeve and showed it again, "I'm starting to think about how to renovate the shop and how to decorate it."

That’s it.

The icy cold aura condensed around him became more restrained, "Are you full?"

"Full!"

She faced his scrutinizing gaze and answered bluntly: "I ate Yangchun noodles from a small shop. It was delicious. I will take you with me next time!"

"Me?" Ji Zimo was surprised.

"Of course it's you!"

Xia Qianqian put the land deed back into her sleeves with a pure look in her eyes, "Squid, don't think that the Yangchun noodles made by the chef of Juwanglou are the best."

"Yes, Juwanglou's Yangchun noodles are delicious. But an ordinary bowl of noodles, made by different people, has different tastes."

"That old lady's Yangchun noodles are delicious, and the peanuts soaked in vinegar are also good, especially her special sauce-stuffed dried tofu, which is really amazing."

Xia Qianqian enthusiastically introduced: "Or, we can go there tomorrow when we are free. Although I just ate it, I feel like I can eat it again tomorrow."

"Okay!" Most of the anger trapped in his heart dissipated.

He slowly stretched out his hand, making Xia Qianqian step back in fright.

"Don't move!" His warm fingertips came to the corners of her lips and touched them gently.

Xia Qianqian stared at him in surprise, and when she saw the red syrup adhering to his fingertips, she blushed inexplicably.

"I just ate candied haws, accidentally!" She explained, fearing that it was not wiped clean, so she wiped it with her fingers.

He stopped her hand first, and a square handkerchief fell on the corner of her lips, gently wiping it, "When you diagnose others, you are so serious and responsible, why are you so careless when it's your turn?"

His expression was focused, his movements were natural, and his gentle tone was like a spring breeze, causing ripples in her heart.

Xia Qianqian straightened her back stiffly, motionless, but her heart was beating wildly.

He didn't seem to notice her embarrassment, and wiped the corners of her lips for her without any objection, and then used the square handkerchief to wipe the dirty finger.

His movements were elegant and natural, as if he had no idea of ​​his transgressive behavior.

Xia Qianqian was ashamed and annoyed.

Why didn't he just hand the handkerchief to her directly and wipe it with the handkerchief, making so many little moves?

He was teasing her on purpose.

She frowned and pouted, planning to ignore him.

Unexpectedly, he seemed to see her intention, and suddenly stretched out his hand to push her hands away from her knees, and lay down softly, with his head resting on her legs.

"Squid, what are you doing?" The wind blew the curtains of the carriage from time to time, revealing Xiao Yong's stiff back.

She was a little cautious and pushed his shoulder, "Get up quickly."

"I hurt!" He closed his eyes tightly and refused to move.

"It hurts? Where does it hurt?"

He was sitting there just now, and he was clearly fine. Why would he be crying out in pain now? Xia Qianqian was confused.

It can be seen that his brows are frowned, his facial features are twisted together, and he looks uncomfortable. It does not look like he is disguising.

After all, the person in front of me is His Majesty the Wise King. No matter how severely someone has suffered, it is impossible for him to show weakness in front of others, let alone in front of a weak woman like her.

He put his hand on his forehead and closed his eyes tighter, "I have a headache."

"Is this here?" She put her hand on his temple and pressed it gently.

"Ah, it's here, it hurts so much!" His voice sounded particularly weak.

Xia Qianqian's heart softened.

He stood behind her and supported her during the young master's surgery. He must have been under tremendous pressure.

"It's because you have a hidden headache again." Xia Qianqian placed her fingers on the acupuncture points on his head and rubbed them gently, "Did you light the Ningshen Incense before going to bed?"

"No more!" His voice sounded aggrieved.

He was naturally aggrieved.

When he was in Fanshan, in order to resist the poison of the soul-inducing flower, he also gave away the Ningshen Incense he had on hand.

Therefore, he has no medicine on hand.

I had a headache, and I was worried that she was too tired, so I never mentioned it to her.

But just now, he clearly saw her giving a box of Ningshen incense tablets to that boy Hu Tang.

"No more! Then why didn't you tell me earlier?" She complained while massaging.

"I..." Ji Zimo suddenly opened her eyes, a pair of deep eyes staring at hers.

Their eyes met, his eyes were deep, as if they contained some kind of magic power, trying to absorb all her soul.
Chapter completed!