I send love to Lao Gong [Quick Transmigration]

Qiu He went out to sell flowers. Of course, he didn't need to set up a stall to sell flowers on the street now, but went to the homes of rich people to talk, and by the way warmed up the plants that were said to be exotic flowers and weeds that had been planted in the garden before.

Qiu He's business is doing well, after all, he has gone to the palace.

It's just that Jiang Luo likes the mountains and rivers here, so he repaired the previous thatched cottage and continued to live there.

It's just like an ordinary couple in the countryside, but——Qiu He's making money, and Qiu He's housework.

He couldn't bear the suffering of his young master's tender flesh.

Usually when Qiu He is not at home, Jiang Luo is bored at home, and will water and talk to all kinds of flowers and plants in his backyard that cannot be named and have unusually beautiful colors-it is said that the flowers and plants are all With spirituality, they can actually hear the troubles and sweetness of their masters.

Jiang Luo also thinks so, after all, the wind blows the flowers, and the petals flutter down and fall to the feet. They are still beautiful and attractive colors one after another, which are better than the same varieties he saw in those rich families. few.

The flowers and fruits poured out of honey pots are really different, and they look much sweeter. No wonder Qiu He is unwilling to sell any plant on this land, even if it is just a green leaf, no matter how high the price is.

It seems that it is better to be my own child.

After talking about the troubles of being woken up in the middle of the night last night, the system couldn't help but want to vomit, and the bouquet was sweetly bloomed a little bit, bending the stems, Jiang Luo was in a better mood, humming a song Stand up with a water bottle.

In the backyard, apart from flowers and plants, there were also several vegetable plots and orchards that Qiu He had tidied up, and Jiang Luo turned around to see a cucumber shelf.

Because of the sudden blur in front of his eyes when he got up too fast, Jiang Luo's feet went limp, and he staggered two steps forward. His leg just hit the sand bucket on the fixed shelf raised on the ground, and hit the numb bone directly. He was so painful that he was on the spot. Take a deep breath.

The system was just playing games online, and it was at a critical moment, so I didn't notice it at all.

Tears welled up in his eyes, Jiang Luo resisted forcefully, and even stood up with his hands on the frame, but because the frame was too soft, he stood up wobbly and unsteadily.

It's not that he's delicate, it's just that the sudden impact really hurts a bit.

Standing on the spot silently for a while, he stretched his arms and kicked his legs, and returned to the room after making sure there was nothing wrong.

In addition to the pair of raised rabbit ears facing the direction of the door, there are also eyes that are obviously not paying attention to the book.

finally--

Jiang Luo threw off the quilt and jumped out of the bed. He was quicker than a puppy who heard the sound of his master coming home. He ran out just in time to see Qiu He walking back with water droplets on his fingertips after washing his hands.

Under the sunlight, the drops of water were shining brightly, almost dazzled Jiang Luo's eyes.

Jiang Luo threw herself into his arms as soon as she tiptoed, put her arms around his neck and called, "Qiu He, why did you come back?"

Qiu He took advantage of the situation to support him, and kissed the corner of his mouth lightly: "It took a while to negotiate the price, are you hungry, I'm going to cook now."

Jiang Luo pursed his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes, and looked at Qiu He aggrievedly: "I hit it."

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Qiu He immediately became nervous, and the hands on his back were stiff: "Where is the injury, let me see."

He stretched out a leg, and kicked out the tiny foot wrapped in pure white brocade from under the white robe: "Leg, it hurts."

Knowing that he wasn't hurt, Qiu He bent down, put his hands through his knees and hugged him up, impatient and distressed: "What's the matter with you, you can still see yourself as hurt when you read the scriptures at home, What did you do at noon, I told you about the work, and you are not obedient when I come back to do it."

Being scolded by him, Jiang Luo buried his face in his chest, faltering: "No, I didn't do any work either, I just went to water the flowers in the backyard."

Qiu He gently put him on the bed, raised his foot with one hand, raised his head and asked, "Which leg is injured?"

Jiang Luoqiao| raised his right leg and almost kicked him in the face: "This."

Qiu He took off his shoes, and put the person up again, making sure that he was sitting firmly, and then slowly took off his socks.

Rough fingertips passed by, even the best brocade was not as smooth as his skin, Qiu He gently put his feet on his lap, raised his head: "Be patient, let me see where it hurts .”

He slowly rolled up his trousers, and his eyes were straightened when he saw a big bruise below the knee: "What did you do, why did you get such a big bruise, where did you hit it, and what else pain?"

Seeing that he was in a hurry, Jiang Luo was almost taken aback by him, and tapped his palm with the tip of his toe: "I'm fine, just a little pain."

Qiu He's eyes were red looking at the scar, and he stood up without saying a word and turned around.

Jiang Luo thought he was angry, jumped off the bed in a panic, hugged him from behind without stepping on his shoes: "Qiu He, don't be angry, I don't hurt, I really don't hurt, look at me, you I almost forgot about it before I got back."

Qiu He turned around and hugged him directly, bouncing up twice, helplessly and dotingly: "I'll get you medicine, don't jump up and down, you'll hit him again later, look how green it is. "

Jiang Luo tilted his head and flattened his mouth: "The marks you made before are even more obvious than this one. I cried and you still said I was stingy."

Qiu He was choked by him, picked him up and put him back on the bed: "How can this be the same, ancestor, if you get hurt somewhere, I won't feel sorry for you to death."

Jiang Luo pulled him by the hem of his clothes to prevent him from leaving. Qiu He had no choice but to half-kneel on the edge of the bed, stroking the skin around the scar with his fingers. He raised his face: "Does it hurt? I'll get some medicine. You wait here for a while."

To comfort him, Qiu He patted his knee lightly.

Jiang Luo quickly put his hand on the back of his hand: "Don't, it doesn't hurt, it's just a little itchy when you touch it."

Qiu He frowned slightly: "If it doesn't hurt, I have to get some medicine, it may leave a scar."

After all, Jiang Luo is also a person who has lived for several worlds. He naturally knows that this bruise needs to be rubbed open. It doesn’t matter if there is medicinal wine or powder. Even the special medicine raised by Qiu Hewen didn’t break the skin It was all waste, he gently pressed the surrounding skin with the palm of his hand: "Just lick it, and let the congestion dissolve."

Qiu He's breath was stagnant, and the other hand unconsciously clenched his feet, turning his face to stand up: "Nonsense."

Jiang Luo thought he was going to leave again, so he hurried to pull his sleeve, and unexpectedly grabbed Qiu He's hand, it was hot, like the chest stuck to his back last night, he lowered his head Pursing her lips: "Really, I heard that saliva has the effect of sterilization and disinfection."

He twisted uncomfortably on the bed, and said softly: "And...and..."

Qiu He watched him twist and turn as if he was sitting on a nail board, and leaned down | body lips | petals against his ear | lobe: "And what?"

Jiang Luo turned his face away impatiently, and growled in a low voice angrily: "What else do you think is still hurting?"

Qiu He's wrist, which was supporting the bedside, softened, and almost fell down directly. He took a deep breath to adjust his state, and turned around to leave.

Jiang Luo: "?"

He had obviously already reached this point, but how could he explain it himself? Jiang Luo reached out and grabbed his wrist, his face puffed up: "Where are you going?"

Qiu He didn't turn his head this time, and his hurried footsteps seemed a little superficial: "Wait for me, I'll get the new rose ointment, it's for pain relief."

Jiang Luo moved a couple of times uncomfortably, raised his face and suddenly turned to Shang Qiuhe with a half-smile look, and his body felt more uncomfortable like being pricked by steel needles.

Before he raised his hand to cover his face, he heard Qiu He's smirk: "My newly prepared one is said to be very effective when mixed with saliva. I think your knees should be in great need, um."

His eyes turned naked|naked on Jiang Luo's body, and he didn't forget to lick|lick the corner of his mouth when he retracted it: "There should be more needs somewhere."

With a sound of "bang--", a pillow flew straight over. If Qiu He hadn't moved quickly, he might not have been able to catch it.

Jiang Luo: "Get the hell out of here!!!" It's perfectly fine to say something yourself, but - he absolutely can't allow Qiu He to make fun of this matter.

Although Qiu He wasn't the only one who was cool, but Jiang Luo couldn't understand his satisfied expression for some reason, it was so eye-catching!