When the storm took the script

After An Jiu changed Wen Jingxing's clothes, he changed into the clothes of a guard again. He stood and waited on his master for breakfast, and then tidied up his appearance.

Wen Jingxing led him to Wenxiang Pavilion, where Yan Qinghuan was temporarily placed.

She was sitting at the desk writing something, and her complexion looked much better than last night. When she saw the two people coming in, she put down the pen in her hand, walked a few steps quickly and saluted Wen Jingxing: "Thank you two Thank you for saving my life."

"It's just a matter of raising your hands, Qing Huan doesn't need to be too polite." Wen Jingxing helped him up, and turned his back to An Jiu, but he spoke extremely courteous words on his frosty face.

Yan Qinghuan looked at his two faces, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he always felt that something was wrong with Second Master Wen.

She said "Qing Huan" on the left and "Qing Huan" on the right, but the expression conveyed to her was: Fuck you.

Yan Qinghuan, who was out of the situation the whole time, picked up a cup of tea as a cover, and moved her eyes back and forth on the other two people in the room, and quickly figured out the relationship between them.

As expected of a man, one and two are fools.

Wen Jingxing called Anjiu around, saying that his wife was not in good health and ordered the kitchen to bring a plate of jujube, and then said that the young master was hungry and brought a basin of hibiscus cake.

In the end, Yan Qinghuan didn't even taste the taste of these things, on the contrary, they all entered An Jiu's stomach in the name of testing the poison.

Xu Shi talked too much, Wen Jingxing's voice was a little dry, he knocked on the table: "What are you doing stupidly, serving tea."

"Yes." An Jiu obediently poured tea.

Glancing at Anjiu's red and swollen fingers from the corner of the eye, Wen Jingxing frowned, touched the wall of the cup with his finger, felt the temperature was just right, and coughed lightly: "I don't want to drink for now, warm it up for me."

An Jiu didn't know why, so he could only let him toss around, holding the teacup in both hands, and obediently stood aside.

Yan Qinghuan laughed out loud, this is really interesting to hear about Second Master.

This movement caused Wen Jingxing to roll his eyes, Yan Qinghuan covered his lips and smiled, but did not speak.

Wen Jingxing didn't let him go, walked a few steps to the desk where she was writing just now, glanced at it, and smiled lightly: "I never thought that Qing Huan also likes to draw, come here, I'll teach you how to draw this beauty picture."

Yan Qinghuan didn't want to get involved between the two of them, but who made this Second Master Wen her lifesaver.

After a little hesitation, Yan Qinghuan walked to the desk to grind, while Wen Jingxing stood behind her, spread out a piece of rice paper, and began to outline the shape on it with a pen in his hand.

Although the two were standing close to each other, Wen Jingxing was very polite and did not touch her during the whole process.

But from An Jiu's perspective, he could only see the master standing behind Ms. Yan and encircling her completely. The sun shone on their shoulders, as if they were a pair of lovers.

A burst of sadness welled up in her heart, An Jiu lowered her head and dared not look at it anymore, how would the master teach her to draw?Would he hold her hand and teach her how to hold a pen like teaching himself how to write, would he rub shoulders with him and praise her for her good painting?

In a trance, I heard Wen Jingxing's voice next to my ear, extremely gentle: "Is the painting okay?"

An Jiu tightly held the teacup in his hand, until he felt that the good tea set had a few cracks due to his too much strength, then he put down the cup in a panic.

The owner's current wife was next to her ear, and said softly, "Okay."

This scene was exactly the same as when the master was teaching himself, An Jiu felt extremely sour, and repeatedly warned himself not to act rashly, but he couldn't control his heart that was completely attached to the master.

He took a few steps back and hid himself in a corner, pretending not to face it.

Yan Qinghuan looked at the graffiti on the paper that was inferior to a three-year-old child, and for a moment wondered how he was so hard to find a painting among scholars.

Wen Jingxing wasn't his original body at all, his hobbies were all weapons and firearms, and he couldn't bear his temper at all when dealing with these literati's things.

Before teaching Anjiu to read and write, it was mostly for the purpose of strengthening the relationship with Anjiu. Now, although he deliberately irritated others, the person who was irritated was like a piece of wood, with no sense of accomplishment at all.

After drawing a few times, he found it boring. He flipped through the manuscript on Yan Qinghuan's desk. It was just to pass the time, but the more he looked at it, the more he found it unbelievable. How could an official girl who has been in the boudoir all year round draw on paper* *human body?

There are also words such as: "After sweating, if you vomit, if you squirt, if you warm the needle, if you still don't understand, this is a bad disease." If you guessed correctly, this should be a medical book?

"Second Master guessed right, this is indeed a medical book."

Yan Qinghuan tidied up the scattered papers and explained to him slowly:

"When I was just born, a wandering monk passing by gave me a horoscope, saying that I was born as the evil star of the Croats. In order to wash away my sins, my father sent me to Qingling Temple since I was a child."

"I met my master there. He is a strange person and a well-known strange person in the world. Because I cook delicious food, I stayed in the temple for more than a month. Afterwards, I asked him for food money, and he said that the two of us were destined. , I didn’t ask for the money, but taught me a lot of things, this medical book was left to me by the old man before his wanderings.”

"When I was in the monastery, I didn't know a single word, and I was raised like a country woman. I learned piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, astronomy, geography, arithmetic, art of war, etc. from him."

Yan Qinghuan said ashamedly, "It's a pity that I am stupid, and I am only proficient in medical books."

"After I was born, my father sent someone to pick me up. I knew very well that Huaibi was a crime. After I recited all the books that my master gave me, I burned it. This time, I have no way to repay the kindness of my son. I want to silently write down this medical book and give it to you."

Wen Jingxing was not interested in medical skills, but he accidentally saw something about intersex people...

He had tried to tell Dr. Jiang about this before, but he didn't expect the old man to be ignorant. If he really saw a living yin and yang in that posture, he might have to take a knife to dissect him.

Anjiu has always been extremely inferior to his body, and because he has never read a book, he regards the knowledge in the book as the golden rule. If he compiles a picture book about intersex people, can he get rid of his prejudice? Be a little more confident.

"Dark Nine." Wen Jingxing called out.

An Jiu walked quickly behind him, thinking whether he was going to leave, and finally he could leave this place, some joy quietly rose in his heart.

But I heard Jing Xing said: "Miss Yan and I have something to talk about alone, how about you go to the side room and wait?"

An Jiu's smile froze in his eyes, he lowered his head and turned to leave.

After Anjiu left, Wen Jingxing didn't know if he could trust Yan Qinghuan, and asked tentatively, "Do you know that there is a special gender in this world, one is yin and yang?"

"I know." Yan Qinghuan didn't find it strange, "I encountered a case when I was traveling with my master before. At that time, the woman almost died of dystocia and hemorrhage. Originally, her husband hired a doctor and a midwife, but he was regarded as It's auspicious, if there is a rumor, no doctor is willing to come and treat it."

"My master ate the family's roasted sweet potatoes before. After obtaining the family's consent, he cut the child by caesarean section. The process was very thrilling, but the result was good, and the mother and child were safe."

"If it wasn't for the husband who really loved his wife deeply, the child would have been drowned right after birth."

Speaking of this, Yan Qinghuan sighed: "Everyone in the world is ignorant and ignorant. If they are different from themselves, they will simply and rudely define them as different types, and they will kill them all."

Wen Jingxing was slightly stunned: "Is it possible...to conceive and have children?"

"Not all intersex people, that is, the intersex people you mentioned, are eligible. The medical knowledge involved is more complicated, and it cannot be explained in a few words."

Yan Qinghuan hadn't met anyone with whom she could discuss medical skills for a long time, and her expression changed, "But intersex people have two sets of male and female organs in their bodies, and it is true that they can conceive and have children with a certain probability."

Wen Jingxing digested what she just said, and substituted the pregnant woman into An Jiu, as if he had some empathy for An Jiu's previous low self-esteem and sensitive character.

"Miss Yan, can I ask you to check the pulse of one person?"

Yan Qinghuan said: "Yes, I thought I could do more things for you, otherwise I would feel uneasy."

Wen Jingxing sent someone to call An Jiu, at this moment he stopped trying to make him jealous, and pulled him to his side.

The first time she was treated so intimately by her master, An Jiu was a little panicked, she curled her hands tightly against her clothes, but Wen Jingxing pulled her away forcefully, interlocking her fingers.

... In front of Madam, can they be so intimate?

An Jiu scolded herself fiercely in her heart, but she was still secretly happy that she could be skin-to-skin with her master.

Wen Jingxing's heart was in a mess, and he rubbed An Jiu's hand unconsciously, hoping to get some comfort.

Finally, he lifted up An Jiu's sleeves and placed them on the pulse pillow in front of Yan Qinghuan.

He lightly squeezed An Jiu's palm: "Don't be afraid, Miss Yan is a famous medical doctor, I invite her to show you how you are?"

Although An Jiu knew that the medicine in his body had been completely exhausted, but most of all he didn't want the "Madam" in front of him to know about his unbearable health, anyone could do it, as long as it wasn't Yan Qinghuan.

He tugged on Wen Jing Xing's sleeve pleadingly: "I don't dare to bother...Madam."

Wen Jingxing saw the timidity in his eyes, held him in his arms, and coaxed him in a low voice: "Isn't Jiu'an happy with your master? Since you want to be by your master's side all the time, you must take good care of your body. In case there is any hidden disease that has not been found out, where can the master go to find someone like you who agrees with me in every way."

Under his repeated coaxing, An Jiu finally let Yan Qinghuan get his pulse. He lowered his head and didn't dare to look at the person in front of him, for fear of seeing a mockery on her face.

This is more embarrassing than others saying a thousand words.

However, Yan Qinghuan only pointed out the hidden illnesses caused by the serious injuries he suffered in previous missions, and nothing else, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

After taking the pulse, Wen Jingxing found a random reason to send An Jiu out.

Yan Qinghuan said: "That young master has been seriously injured twice, but don't worry, as long as he takes good care of him in the future, there is still a certain chance that he can get pregnant."

"Pregnant……"

Wen Jingxing's pupils shrank slightly. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still a little startled when he first heard the result.

If the two of them get back together in the future, he will inevitably touch the dark nine ways. The ancient contraceptive drugs are too harmful. The pain of pregnancy, even if it is really a safe delivery in the end, it may be accompanied by many sequelae.

He couldn't bear to let An Jiu suffer like this.

Furthermore, he doesn't have a big obsession with his heirs. The Hou Mansion has Wen Dage, so he doesn't need to inherit the family by himself.

Life is short for dozens of years, and there are so many things that An Jiu can do, there is no need to have a child to divert An Jiu's attention.

"Is there..." Wen Jingxing thought for a moment, then looked at Yan Qinghuan with some annoyance, "A contraceptive pill that doesn't hurt the body?"

An Jiu stood at the door, cold like a statue.

He didn't want to eavesdrop on the master's words, he just felt a little sad and wronged just now, and wanted to be closer to the master, even if it was separated by a door.

He has excellent hearing, and when he heard that he might give birth to a child for his master, he was almost overwhelmed by the huge surprise, but he fell into hell overnight. Also, a child born to a different kind like himself must be ominous It's normal for the owner not to want something, even I despise it so much...

He didn't dare to listen any more, and walked out of Wenxiang Pavilion in a daze.

It snowed heavily today, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere. For a moment, An Jiu felt that Zhongliyuan, which he had been guarding for more than ten years, was strange. His body and feet seemed to have taken root, and he couldn't move a step.

The author has something to say:

Yes, they will have children, maybe put in the episode?Anyway, it's just skipping the kind that doesn't affect the plot.

Because I want to write about Wen Jingxing's Misunderstanding Syndrome! ! ! [Evil taste, evil taste! 】

Well, I'm done with my knives, really!