medicine jar and her miss doctor

I didn't expect to meet her in such a scene, but I met her, I met her.

The accidents given by fate are often accompanied by surprises and the unbearable weight of life, but she, as always, used her thin shoulders to carry the heavy burden for me, so that I could look up and see the clear and clear sky.

In my prediction, even if I want to see her, it should be in the sunny afternoon or the morning when the dew is just setting, but when she appears, I sigh from the bottom of my heart: that is the best time.

She rushed in weakly and rashly, her face was pale, her fingertips were trembling, and the moment she handed out the long knife, the whole room was full of people, no one was stronger than her!

I know that I am happy, ecstatic, and even downcast.

But in front of her, face is no longer important.After all, reunion is the best gift.

I want to start over with her.

Does this count as a continuation of the frontier?

The door of the study was tightly closed, and in the middle of the night, the incandescent lamps emitted bright light.Sitting at the desk and writing the last line, Zhixiu felt a sense of peace in her heart that she had never felt before.

The anxiety and doubts after the reunion were gently soothed, remembering the scene of sitting in the Qingya Pavilion talking and laughing with that person during the day, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and the smile disappeared again in an instant.

Chun Cheng's health is too bad.Fortunately, there is her.

Zhixiu was holding the pen to write and draw in the notebook, and the round tip of the pen dripped dark blue ink marks on the paper.

The pen was given by Chun Cheng as a gift, and because of this pen, she remembered to write down this psychological journey at night.

People's emotions always need to be sorted out by themselves, and she understands Chun Cheng's kindness.But she will not cause trouble for others because of her negligence.

The written paper was torn off neatly, engulfed by flames and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.Zhixiu looked at the remaining ashes in the brazier, those words were going back and forth in her heart, she smiled to herself, and just like that, the new wife from the previous life became her fiancée.

Fate is really wonderful.

The window of the study was opened, and the smell quickly dissipated.

In the early morning, Rindu, who has always been known for being prosperous, woke up from his lethargy, and the marriage between the Chun family and the Zhi family was put on the agenda.The engagement banquet was held very lively, the elders of the two families gathered together in an amicable manner, and many people came to join them.

Most of the famous families that Rin can count on have come, and even if the patriarch cannot come in person due to something, the young master who has his own eldest son in the family will come forward.It is not surprising that there are many people who are polite, and besides, many young children gathered around the Hall of Fame to see the Zhijia was so lively, and there was no decent apology, which is unreasonable.

Zhi's family was in despair, but Chun's family was in full swing.Now that the two families are related by marriage, the property of the Chun family will be left to Master Chun in the future, and Miss Zhijia will become Master Chun's fiancée.

Busy and busy, waiting for Zhixiu to adapt to the status of someone's fiancee, the coldness of early spring has passed, and the warmth of spring comes suddenly.

There are many plants and trees in Rindu. When you open the window, you will see lush and fresh green.

Shumo took clean water to wait for the young lady to freshen up.

With such a big backer as Chun's family, Zhi's family in the declining sun can almost walk sideways in Rindu.Blessings come from heaven, Mrs. Zhi is enjoying herself recently, and often goes out to ask some noble lady to play cards.

Most of the properties of the Zhi family were taken care of by the Chun family. For this reason, Master Chun specially drew up a contract to reassure people's hearts and save people from talking about it.With the deed, Mrs. Zhi is even more distracted.In addition to playing cards, he never forgets to urge his daughter to visit Chun's house more often.

Even if the unmarried relationship is a little closer, others can't say anything about it.

Coincidentally, after the engagement banquet, Young Master Chun became busy.

Seeing the eldest lady sitting at home calmly and reading medical books all day long, Shumo was anxious.

"Miss, are you going to Chun's house today?"

"Going to Chun's house?" Zhixiu laughed lightly after the face-to-face: "You girl, what are you worrying about?"

"Of course I'm worried about the relationship between the eldest lady and the uncle-to-be!"

Shu Mo was straightforward, and when he looked up, he saw the young lady blushing slightly.Having said all the words, she simply put it more clearly:

"Nowadays is different from the past. Don't those young masters and young ladies of aristocratic families like to fall in love freely? When two people are together, one of them must take the initiative. Young Master Chun is weak and busy with the business of the shop. As a fiancee, how can the young lady ignore it?" ?”

"Don't ask?" Zhixiu sat at the table and was about to open the medical book, but couldn't help frowning when she heard this: "Do I not seem to care about her enough?"

"Yes." Shumo sighed, "Young Master Chun likes to eat the medicinal meals made by Miss himself, but every time the medicinal meals are delivered by slaves. It has been half a month, but the unmarried couple have never even met each other. ,I thought……"

"What do you think? You think I'm in conflict with her?" Zhixiu, a weak and well-known young lady, spoke as softly as water, with a bookish air.

Shu Mo became more daring: "Could it be that Miss really doesn't have any emotion when she looks at Young Master?"

Zhixiu lowered her eyes, twisted her fingertips slightly, and opened the medical book. On the pages of the book were densely written small letters with hairpin flowers, all of which were her annotations for the medical case.

She started to read in silence, Shumo didn't dare to disturb her, and lightly brewed fragrant tea and put it on the table.

Zhixiu sat in front of the window solemnly, but couldn't take her favorite medical books into her heart.Really no emotion?She subconsciously bit the corner of her lips, thinking: How could there be no emotion?

She misses Chun Cheng.Want to see her, want to talk to her.And Chun Cheng also promised that day that he would accompany her to adapt to this world.But in a blink of an eye, after the engagement, she never waited for Chun Cheng to enter the mansion.

Day by day, she meticulously made the medicinal diet and sent books and ink to send it over. Although she didn't write letters every day to entrust her, was the medicinal diet not tasty enough?Her heart is all about those vegetables and rice, Chun Cheng will know after tasting it, she misses her in her heart.

After tasting it, not a single bite of the soup was wasted, and after eating all the medicinal food she made with care, Chun Cheng didn't leave a word for her, let alone come to her door.

She misses Chuncheng, and she also hates Chuncheng.Even without the entanglements of past and present lives, just as a patient and a doctor, Chun Cheng is busy with his business while supporting his crooked body, which is really not enough to cherish his body.

The more Chun Cheng was like this, the more worried she became.A sick and weak body can't bear the medicine of tiger and wolf at all, even the tonic has to be adjusted gently and slowly.

These days, she stays at home and spends nothing on medical books, but she has researched a lot.Suddenly reminded by Shumo, Zhixiu slowly closed the medical book: "Get ready, I'm going out."

"Huh? Where is Miss going?"

"Brocade Pavilion."

The two-character brocade signboard was created by the 13-year-old young master Chun after returning from overseas. Chun Cheng not only perfectly inherited the original memory, but also brought her full knowledge to the limit.

Brocade Pavilion is in the business of high-end clothing, focusing on cheongsams and silk scarves, which are most loved by those rich ladies.Apart from those cheongsams and silk scarves, what they love most is the serious and seemingly indifferent young master of the Chun family.

The three-story Brocade Pavilion can be called Chun Cheng's personal property, and it is also the first whetstone she used to sharpen herself.

Starting a family is bound to be accompanied by starting a career. She is engaged to Xiuxiu and will get married in two years. Not to mention the family business of the Chun family, in the past two years, she wants to take good care of the Brocade Pavilion.

Buying some gadgets for the fiancée, something that pleases others, it is not good to use the money at home.

Wearing a robe and a gold-wire mirror frame, Young Master Chun stood out from the crowd, Yingying Yanyan's lingering voice made her look slightly cold, and she was thinking about how to get out when the entourage beside her cautiously called out, "Young Mistress." '

Chun Cheng's hand holding the medicine jar almost trembled, and when he looked up, he saw the gentle and gentle girl looking at her with a half-smile.

Zhixiu specially wore a light blue dress decorated with lace when she went out today, a round and transparent pearl dangled from her collarbone, her slender waist was not full, revealing a small jade-white calf, her eyebrows and eyes were beautiful and dignified, and she was full of hair. Share a clean and refreshing breath.

"Xiuxiu?" Chun Cheng's eyes circled her a few times, and after the initial amazement, she walked over quickly, her gloomy eyebrows stretched out: "Why are you here?"

"Can't I come?" With a soft and soft voice, Zhixiu lifted her chin lightly: "Master Chun seems to be very popular with girls. I'm here, didn't I bother you?"

"You..." Chun Cheng's eyes widened in disbelief, like a frightened kitten.

She grabbed the little jade pot by its cat ears, and there was a voice in her heart: Xiuxiu... what's wrong?