Chapter 259 A green plum or a fall from the sky? (Additional update please vote!)
"Excuse me, who are these two girls? How come they are in my house, Tu Lianghan, Master Shandao?" Xie Xun asked in astonishment.
"Humph." Xuezhongzhu was too lazy to reply.
Zhao Qingxiu raised her head, opened her eyes wide, and said softly "ah".
No one answered.
Xie Xun frowned slightly. The two girls in front of the hospital bed were wearing clumsy and stylish Wufu dresses and carrying a long sword on their backs. They did not look like maids and slaves from a wealthy family.
In addition to the pretty girl who is busy taking care of Liang Han like a personal maid, who looks kind and weak, there is another mixed-race bearded girl with dazzling blond hair who is tall, powerful and has slanted blue eyes. At first glance, she is not a simple girl.
generation.
In particular, Xie Xun faintly felt the cold winter temperature in the house, which was slowly emanating from the girl's body.
Her breath was like a knife in the wind blowing in the heavy snow outside the house on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, cutting people.
It's sword energy.
The young man with his eyes closed on the hospital bed, in this cold winter room temperature, actually breathed a lot thicker, and his face, which was originally pale as paper, became a lot more rosy.
When Xie Xun came in, the pretty girl was kneeling at the end of the bed, clasping her hands together, gently covering Ouyang Rong's feet, as if tapping on certain acupuncture points.
On the other side, the blonde mixed-race Hu Nu looked at what her companion had done, with displeasure written all over her face.
"you……"
Xie Xun was about to speak when he suddenly felt his sleeve being pulled by someone behind him.
"Father." Xie Lingjiang shouted weakly, stopped him, lowered his head and said proactively:
"This... this pretty girl is a relative of the elder brother in his hometown. She is also very worried about the elder brother's injury. These days, she and I are taking care of the elder brother."
After the introduction of his daughter, Xie Xun felt something was wrong, and the atmosphere in the room was also:
"Oh, then this one is..."
"It's her senior sister."
"oh."
Xie Xun nodded, thoughtfully, and looked away. Xue Zhongzhu didn't even look at him, nor did he give him a good look.
Zhao Qingxiu, who was in front of the bed, stood up hastily when she saw Xie Xun and Xie Lingjiang entering the room.
"Ah." She stood there a little at a loss, wiped the front and back of her apron with her little hands, and tried her best to smile at the middle-aged Confucian scholar who came over.
Zhao Qingxiu opened her small mouth, pointed at her mouth, waved her hands, and then temporarily put down Tan Lang, who was breathing calmly, and ran to bring tea and water to Tan Lang's mentor with a look of joy on her face.
This relative of Lianghan’s family is a mute girl? Why has he never mentioned it before?
Xie Xun turned around in shock and looked at Xie Lingjiang.
"I...I'm going to help too." Xie Lingjiang didn't look at his father, nor did he give the confused man a chance to ask questions. He lowered his head and chased out the door, "Please, pretty girl, wait a moment..."
Shao Qing, Zhao Qingxiu and Xie Lingjiang brought tea and cakes together.
Zhao Qingxiu babbling, making familiar and easy-to-understand gestures, greeted Xie Xun and his party, who had come from afar, to sit down and drink tea.
In the realm of Buddhism, the furniture in Sanhui Yuan is simple and crude. This handsome and mute woman wears an apron around her waist and moves stools and cleans tables and chairs familiarly. Her hands and feet are more diligent than the maids of wealthy families.
It made all the visitors feel good about it.
Xie Lingjiang was also helping, but she could only hold the pot and pour tea, reach out, and repeatedly correct the position of the cups like an obsessive-compulsive disorder...
It can be seen that she has worked hard to help and learn at the same time, but she is really not good at doing such rough work.
Compared with the diligent and smiling pretty girl next to me, this is a very clumsy way to judge someone from above and have no choice but to follow her behind and hit her.
In fact, Zhao Qingxiu was patiently teaching her, but there was no point in cramming her for a while? Xie Lingjiang also had mysophobia. In particular, she was tall, graceful and elegant. As a result, standing next to the slender and thin Zhao Qingxiu, she looked
Still clumsy.
Very awkward.
In short, after serving tea and water to entertain guests, anyone with a discerning eye can see:
The hospital room where Ouyang Lianghan was recovering from his injuries was the home of this pretty girl.
It is clear at a glance who is running the house, who is delicate, who is natural, and who is embarrassed.
"Thank you, girl."
Xie Xun took the tea cup handed by the mute girl with both hands and thanked him with a smile. He turned his head again and said to Xie Lingjiang:
"Thank you for your hard work, Huanwan."
"Yes, yes, thank you, junior sister." Other guests also said yes.
Xie Lingjiang forced a smile and turned away.
In fact, no one would laugh at Xie Lingjiang. Even in Xie Xun's opinion, Xie Lingjiang was already diligent in pouring tea for his old father in a hurry, and he was very pleased.
But sometimes, for some things, you are not afraid of not doing well, but you are afraid of comparing them together...
While Xie Xun lowered his head to sip his tea, he glanced at the severed fingers of the delicate mute woman's right hand under her sleeve, showing some pity.
Immediately, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted his daughter, who was lowering her head next to her. Her hands were hidden under the table, and eight of her ten slender fingers were tightly twisted together.
Xie Xun put down the tea cup and sighed as he took in the smell of tea.
"I don't know yet, what kind of relative is this girl, Liang Han?"
Ignoring the unkind look from the angry mixed-race Hu girl in the back room, Xie Xun turned to Zhao Qingxiu and listened kindly.
Zhao Qingxiu's face was slightly red, her eyes flickered, she lowered her eyes and shook her head.
After a while, she poured tea again, warmly entertained Xie Xun and others to drink tea, then turned around and left temporarily to comfort the senior sister in the back room.
Xie Xun's inquiring eyes moved away from the back of the delicate mute woman and landed on his daughter who was moving slightly stiffly next to him.
Only then did he realize that after Xie Lingjiang entered the house, he was still wearing the white gauze curtain hat. Even when drinking tea, he put it under the white gauze to cover the sip of tea and make it difficult to see his specific expression...
At this time, everyone noticed that in the back room, the mute woman was wiping the sweaty face of Ouyang Rongcha, who was unconscious in bed. Xie Lingjiang quickly put down the teacup, walked into the back room, helped to fill the copper basin with water, and held hands.
"well."
After the junior sister left, all the disciples noticed that the teacher, who was always serious and polite, put down his tea cup again and sighed.
Maybe... the tea is too hot for your mouth?
After half a stick of incense, Xie Xun and his party finished drinking tea and resting, then went into the back room and visited the unconscious Ouyang Rong. Xie Xun comforted Zhao Qingxiu with a few words, left some precious healing medicine, and left temporarily.
Before leaving, Xie Xun deliberately cupped his fists at Xue Zhongzhu, bowed slightly and saluted, showing a grateful look in his eyes.
He ignored me in the snow and had a cold face the whole time.
Xie Lingjiang stood up silently, whispered, turned around and sent Xie Xun and his party out.
The inner room became quiet again, and the footsteps in the yard outside gradually became distant.
There were only three people left in the room, one lying down and two standing.
"Seventh Junior Sister, they are not qualified to ask you to serve tea and pour water and smile to please them!"
The candle in the snow speaks coldly, saying word by word:
"You are the virgin of the Palace of the Female Lord, the leader in swordsmanship in the world, and will inherit the position of Yunmeng Jianze's 'Yuanjun' in the future. They are not even qualified to see you!"
Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head and touched her sleeves.
"Did you listen to me?" Xue Zhongzhu asked coldly.
"Hey." Zhao Qingxiu suddenly took out a big peach from her sleeve, held it in both hands, and handed it to Xuezhongzhu.
"..."
The peach is big and round, plump and juicy when you look at it, and the skin of the peach is light pink with clear water droplets hanging on it.
Obviously, the mute girl picked them when she went out to serve tea to the guests just now. She washed them with cold well water and brought them back... There are such big peaches in Donglin Temple deep in the mountains.
"If you don't want to eat, don't change the subject." Xuezhongzhu turned his face away and snorted coldly, not looking at the bright smile of the mute girl holding the peach.
Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head again, took out a small knife, held the knife with the four fingers of her right hand, and "brushed, brushed, brushed", and the hairy peach skin fell down one after another.
She finished peeling the peach with concentration on her face, and then handed the peach with pink flesh exposed to the senior sister again:
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey."
The ruthless and stern-faced Xuezhongzhu knew that this tone was calling her.
She felt the snow-white cuffs being held by a little junior sister's hand, and they were gently swaying, softly and timidly.
The corner of Xue Zhongzhu's eye twitched.
After a while, she couldn't help scolding: "Go and wash your hands, you just touched a smelly man's feet!"
"Uh-huh!"
After being scolded by the elder sister, the little mute girl happily ran out to clean the peach meat. She was so unhappy.
The corners of Xue Zhongzhu's eyes twitched even more fiercely.
This girl is really hopeless.
Angry and funny.
A dull moment alone.
The Yunmeng lady turned her head sharply and glared at the handsome young man on the hospital bed behind her, who was tightly covering the quilt with his bare feet exposed.
She wished she could immediately knock out the younger junior sister and drag her away, draw her sword, and kill him with one blow.
Such a good little junior sister is as pure and well-behaved as a child. Everyone in Master Yunmeng's sect, from master to senior sister, loves her lovingly and regards her as a rare treasure. But why did she meet such a sick man like a dragster?
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Humph! I didn’t expect it, I’ll add an update! I posted the recommendation slot two days ago, as I promised my brothers, I’ll hold back from scolding for one more day, and work hard to add another chapter. By the way, I’m asking for a wave of tickets that are about to expire at the end of the month, please fill me up quickly, or2