Chapter 179

The owner of the medicine shop is a thin middle-aged man. While calculating, he impatiently deals with Fu Yun: "Hey, girl, I've told you many times. I haven't heard of it."

"Shopkeeper..." Fu Yun held a prescription in his hand, his back to the door, his shoulders drooping, as if he was a little tired. Seeing that the shopkeeper had no intention to pay attention to her, she had to give up and turned around to leave, but there was an iceberg opposite pan Zhuqing standing by the door“ Brother pan... "

Pan Zhuqing was speechless by her answer. He turned his face and looked at her, as if he felt an unprecedented alienation. Recalling that she had just turned around and faced him in the medicine shop, there was really no surprise.

Thinking of this, pan Zhuqing took a faint smile from the corners of her mouth. Finally know how to put it down? The little woman seems to be more promising than him.

"Lord pan." In the midst of shaking God, a man came up. Although he was wearing a fine martial official uniform, he couldn't hide a trace of inherent green shame between his eyebrows and eyes. The man saluted pan Zhuqing and asked Fu Yun, "girl, where are we going next?"

Fu Yun lightly responded: "let's go to the suburbs again."

"But..."

"What's the matter? Is general Xiao busy? If so, it is the same for yun'er to go by himself. " Anyway, when she went out, Zhao Changyuan had given her the passage document, and there was no obstacle for her to get in and out of the city pass. The coachman and bodyguard is Yin Liang. There is no need to worry about personal safety.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jun's Bronze face showed a layer of rosy clouds: "Oh, No. I have nothing important to do, but... I've been working hard all day. I should eat something first. " As he spoke, he kept looking at the green brick under Fu Yun's feet.

Fu Yun realized that it was already past dinner time. She felt a little hungry. Not to mention Xiao Jun and Yin Liang, who couldn't help smiling“ Well, let's find a place to eat. "

"OK." Xiao Jun still hung his eyes. When Fu Yun walked to the carriage, he silently followed her three steps away.

When they walked away, pan Zhuqing mumbled and turned to his carriage: "I see. It's very good."

When he got on the carriage, Xue Jiu asked, "young master, isn't that Xiao Jun?"

"It's him. What's the matter?"

"How did they get together?" Xue Jiu's tone showed a trace of dissatisfaction and disdain.

Pan Zhuqing chuckled: "I want you to read more books. Your speech is too bad."

The ninth master snorted coldly, "I mean, isn't that boy greedy for Gong Yueyue?"

"Did you see his mind?" Pan Zhuqing carelessly put the lacquer wooden lunch box on his leg and ate it with tea.

"Why can't you see? The way he looked at Miss Fu just now was the same as when he looked at Miss Gong. He was sneaky and not three or four. "

Pan Zhuqing raised her eyebrows slightly: "you like Fu Yun." This is in a positive tone.

Xue Jiuyi patted his thigh and denied disapprovingly: "how is it possible?"

Pan Zhuqing didn't speak again and still ate without expression.

Xue Jiu thought, how can I hide from master Pan's IQ? I guess people have already seen it“ Young master, how can you tell? " Xue Jiu, after all, is middle-aged and doesn't have much to pinch about love.

Pan Zhuqing finally raised his eyelids and glanced at him. He said with a smile: "Ninth master, you don't know your performance just now. It's very like Zhao Changyuan."

After hearing this, Xue Jiu was immediately excited and proud: "really? I think I've been a lot more handsome recently! "

Pan Zhuqing raised his eyelids and glanced at him. He said faintly, "you misunderstood. You haven't become handsome and Zhao Changyuan hasn't become ugly. I mean, you jealous ghosts look a little similar. " Zhao Changyuan is also his rival, okay? If a passer-by like Xue Jiu would blind Gong Yue, would he!

Xue Jiu was a little angry when he ridiculed him. However, he murmured and complained: "er... What you said......" isn't this to increase the ambition of others and destroy his prestige! Besides, when his ninth master was in his twenties, he was also a great young man with full spirit. Was he so much worse than the white face with thin skin and tender flesh?

Pan Zhuqing held back her smile, took a few mouthfuls of food and said, "but I have to say that your vinegar is unreasonable and boring."

"What do you say?"

"Fu Yun has been alone for so long. Why did you go?" He didn't listen to pan Zhuqing because he didn't like it. If he likes it, try to be nice to her. He looked on coldly for a long time. He knew Xue Jiu meant something to Fu Yun, but the party was dumb, so he had to pretend to be deaf.

Xue Jiu was questioned by him, and his face showed an extremely unnatural expression: "Hey, it's not because... Because..."

Pan Zhuqing looked at him, finally sighed and answered for him, "because you don't think you deserve others."

Xue Jiu smiled bitterly and said, "yes. And... And they have a heart. "

"Then I can't blame others for thinking about it." With that, pan Zhuqing lowered her head and ate silently.

There was a long silence, only the sound of horse hoofs outside the curtain. Xue Jiusi thought before and after thinking, summoned up his courage and asked, "young master, in fact, I have held some words in my heart for a long time, but I don't know whether to ask."

"Ask." Pan Zhuqing had finished eating at this time. He packed his lunch box, wiped his hands, stretched his muscles and bones, and leaned lazily on the cushion.

Xue Jiu scratched his scalp and asked cautiously, "that jade lotus doesn't look good to you. I can understand. After all, that girl is really too mean. But Miss Fu is so beautiful and kind-hearted. Why don't you pay attention? As far as I know, people have liked you since childhood... "

Pan Zhuqing knew he was going to ask. His face was calm and seriously replied, "I didn't think about why. But I haven't really touched my heart. "

The nervous look on Xue Jiu's face was instantly relieved. Then he licked his lips and asked, "do you mind if I... Compete with Xiao?"

"Whatever you want." Pan Zhuqing really doesn't care, because at this moment, his heart is full of another woman, and her life is hanging on the line. When he finished his dinner, he opened the curtains again and looked at the outside. There are so many people in the medicinal business in the world that they don't believe that no one can solve his difficulties. Not far away, the shiny big sign attracted his eyes. His eyes were bright and he mumbled the words on the sign: "medicine King..."

"Stop!" He opened the curtain and drank loudly. The horse hissed and stopped at the moment.

On the tenth day after doctor Zheng applied the needle, Gong Yueyue still showed no signs of improvement. Dr. Xu's prescriptions are fried and fed to her mouth every day, but they are also locked outside the door by her closed teeth.

Everyone around him was inevitably discouraged and desperate. On the contrary, Zhao Changyuan was more and more calm. Nothing could stir up his temper, and no one could stir up his mood swings. He seems to have become a walking corpse, wandering around the camp and his wife's bed every day.

The doctor speculated that the effect of acupuncture had disappeared. Since this method of diagnosis and treatment was ineffective for her, it was unnecessary to implement it again. But Zhao Changyuan insisted that doctor Zheng give it another shot

Three days later, Gong Yueyue, who was on the sickbed, seemed to everyone as quiet as a pool of stagnant water without waves. But no one knew that under the calm water, the consciousness that had slept for a long time was awakened by someone's casual words. Maybe it's Zhao Changyuan's tireless talk, maybe it's Du ruotong, Xiaomei and Liu Yi's crying, maybe it's the doctors' argument about you and me

Gong Yueyue guessed that she must have slept for a long time, so her skull is unbearable at the moment. Someone was talking in her ear, and her voice seemed to be muffled in the water, so that she couldn't tell who was talking for a moment.

Just as she tried to open her eyes, a familiar smell came to her face, and then two soft lips pasted on her lips.

"Hey, hey, it's the smell of my little white face... However, I hit kiss as soon as I woke up, and they haven't brushed their teeth yet... It's calmed down. Don't you make trouble with me?"

She was thinking of sweet honey and joy in her heart, but unexpectedly, a heat flow flowed into her mouth through his lips. It was soft, waxy, fresh and sweet. It tasted like her favorite duck porridge. She didn't have time to think about it. She just felt greedy and wanted to chew it, but she didn't even have the strength to open her mouth or even move her tongue. Fortunately, the temperature of the hot porridge is appropriate, and it is so fine that it slides smoothly into her throat without bothering her to chew.

Then came the second, third, Fourth... His lips were close again and again, with moderate soft and hard food, glued up again and again, the tip of his tongue poked away her lips and shellfish teeth, and fed the food with his temperature. Every time she wanted to respond, she wanted to keep his lips with her lips, but there was nothing she could do.

The voice in my ear gradually became clear.

"Uncle, the hot water is ready. Why don't I come?" This is Xiaomei's voice.

Then, Zhao Changyuan's familiar voice sounded in Gong Yueyue's ear with an unprecedented sense of dumb fatigue: "no, just put it." Gong Yueyue only heard an inexplicable acid in his heart, and strong tears came to his throat. She tried to open her eyes, but the darkness was always covered by two eyes.

She felt that the scene at the moment was similar to the so-called "ghost pressing bed" she had experienced when she was a child. The body is soft and has no strength at all. The skeleton of the whole body seems to be completely scattered. There is nothing to do except that the ears can hear and the brain can think.

With a "squeak", the door was closed.

Then the gurgling water sounded in the quiet room, mixed with the sound of fine footsteps and Zhao Changyuan's dull and lonely breathing.

This unknown fear made her feel more and more afraid. Her small face exposed outside the quilt felt extremely cold. If she was allowed to collapse silently on the bed and become a burden to others in the future, she would rather die immediately. Small pimples just climbed up her cheeks, and a damp, hot and fragrant soft touch was applied to her face. The temperature of life-saving instantly reached the pit of her heart from her face and gently ironed the small heart compressed into a ball because of fear. This feeling is like that a cold person is suddenly hugged head-on in a cool winter night.