The reborn brother is not easy to mess with [Chang Tian]

Although he really wanted to hold him in his arms and kiss him in the past, they still haven't confirmed their relationship. Zhao Chen was afraid of scaring the little guy who had finally developed trust and dependence on him, so he could only endure his eagerness to turn his eyes away and continue. Cut sweet potato vines.

Chen Jiu, who was pretending to practice calligraphy seriously, finally loosened his grip on the Langhao brush.

He is not unfamiliar with Zhao Chen's eyes just now. After marrying Qian Yun as a concubine in his previous life, every time Qian Yun wanted to spend the night in his room, he used such burning eyes. It was too deep, and his face turned pale when he mentioned it. Qian Yun once coaxed him to press him on the bed, but he was so frightened that he passed out.

Although Zhao Chen's eyes were far less explicit than Qian Yun's, and it didn't last long, he could feel that Zhao Chen had similar thoughts.

This realization made him feel tight.

He dare not accept Zhao Chen now, the biggest reason is that he is afraid of wedding ceremony.

If he married Zhao Chen at that time, but he couldn't have sex with Zhao Chen during the wedding night, instead he passed out, would Zhao Chen despise him because of this?

Although he felt that Zhao Chen was not that kind of person, no matter how good he was, if he couldn't overcome this problem, he might not be able to bear it, right?

How can a man bear not having sex with his wife all the time?Not eunuchs.

Well, it would be great if Zhao Chen was a eunuch, so he wouldn't have to have intercourse, maybe he would be the only wife for the rest of his life...

As soon as this idea came out, Chen Jiu was startled.

How could Zhao Chen be a eunuch?

The eunuch had to be in the palace, he had no chance to see it at all, and...

Zhao Chen is so good, of course he has to be complete, without any defects.

Chen Jiu shook his head violently, shook off the horrible thoughts in his mind, and took a deep breath.

Seriously practice calligraphy, practice calligraphy, practice calligraphy...

Zhao Chen didn't know that his future daughter-in-law wanted to be an eunuch for a moment, so he quickly cut the sweet potato vines that could be transplanted and put them in a corner, washed his hands and walked to Chen Jiu's side.

Chen Jiu is very smart and has a good memory. She has been able to memorize "Thousand Characters" by heart, but her writing is stumbling.

Seeing this, Zhao Chen didn't continue to teach him to write new characters. He asked him to practice the characters in "Thousand Characters" first, and at the same time taught him to recite "Hundred Surnames", and told him about the history books in the space library. Recorded stories about the history of the world.

Sensing Zhao Chen approaching, Chen Jiu stopped to practice calligraphy.

Because of the guilty conscience just now, he didn't dare to look at Zhao Chen, lowered his head and asked, "Have you finished cutting it?"

"Well, it's finished." Zhao Chen noticed his abnormality and raised his eyebrows.

Could it be because I was shy when I shook hands with you just now?

"Oh..." Chen Jiu responded in a low voice, not knowing what to say.

Zhao Chen saw that he was uncomfortable, and quickly changed the subject, talking about what happened after returning to the thatched cottage today, and then said: "I will go out early tomorrow morning, and I will prepare breakfast and make medicine for you in advance. It cost money to let the system keep the things on the table warm, you remember to go in and eat on time, and you can’t be lazy in reading and practicing calligraphy or exercising, or you will be punished later.”

Chen Jiu didn't pay attention to the punishment. He listened to his babbling, every word was for his own sake. He felt warm, nodded quickly, and said distressedly: "If you go out early in the morning, you don't have to make breakfast. That way You are too tired."

Wanting to scare the little guy, Zhao Chen, who wanted to have some fun, looked at him like this, and switched what he wanted to say, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I don't get up late on weekdays."

The daughter-in-law is too pure, so he should honestly chase her down first.

Chen Jiu still felt that Zhao Chen was working too hard like this, but according to Lan's words, if the pigs ate the food, they would foam at the mouth and die of poisoning. He had to do it.

With such poor cooking skills, of course he didn't dare to cook for Zhao Chen, so he could only secretly regret his poor performance.

Chen Jiu's little emotions are actually easy to distinguish. Zhao Chen couldn't help laughing when he saw it, and rubbed his head with his hand, "Don't think about it, your hands are used for writing and embroidery, cooking is too wasteful."

Chen Jiu hadn't learned the term violent waste, but after hearing this, he probably understood that Zhao Chen meant that his hands were precious and he didn't need to do rough work.

Is it precious?

Chen Jiu looked at her hands and pursed her lips.

Only this person can comfort himself like this, if it's someone else, it's fine if you don't dislike it.

In the early morning of the next day, when Chen Jiu found an opportunity to enter the space, Zhao Chen had already left.

He first went to He's house and gave He Shanbao and He Dahu the new prescription. He also sent a dozen sweet potatoes and a handful of sweet potato vines, told them how to eat sweet potatoes and how to grow sweet potato vines, and then went to the entrance of the village.

Originally, he wanted to go to the county by ox cart like last time, but when he arrived at the village entrance, he found a carriage parked there.

Ah Jin, the drug boy of Renxintang, stood in front of the carriage, and immediately smiled when he saw him, "Brother Zhao, we are here to pick you up!"

we?

Zhao Chen raised his eyebrows, and was about to ask, when the curtain of the carriage was lifted, Shen Wenqing got down from the carriage, and bowed to him, "Brother Zhao."

"Mr. Shen."

Zhao Chen nodded to him, not quite understanding why this young and famous doctor treated him so courteously.

Although panacea oil is good, it can't be called a magic medicine. Shen Wenqing had asked Ah to come in to invite him before, so there was no reason to come to pick him up in person now.

Shen Wenqing looked at Zhao Chen's calm and composed appearance, but he couldn't connect him with the fool in A's mouth.

However, he always kept his emotions and anger indifferent, and he didn't show any surprise. He just said half-jokingly: "Brother Zhao, it's really not easy to see you."

"These days I went to collect medicine in the mountains with my master, and I didn't pay attention to the time. I'm sorry to keep Dr. Shen waiting for so long." Zhao Chen apologized.

"Where is that, Brother Zhao's desire to study is admirable." Shen Wenqing smiled, and after a few pleasantries, he quickly stated the purpose of coming to Shuilian Village this time, "I heard that Hu Jinqiu was cured by Master?"

Only then did Zhao Chen understand Shen Wenqing's purpose.

This matter can be found out in Shuilian Village after a little inquiring, and he did not hide it, said: "It can only be said that the life is out of danger. If it is completely cured, it must continue to cooperate with diet therapy and drug treatment. How long it will take depends on seeing the patient. state of recovery."

"Diet therapy?" Shen Wenqing recalled what Ah Jin said to him after he went back yesterday, and asked, "Eat more chicken, duck and fish?"

He can make medicinal food, but unless it is a person who lacks something, such as an inhumane man, who needs to eat deer whip and bull whip, and other diseases, he has never heard that meat dishes can make patients sick without being treated with medicinal materials. food.

"Hu Jinqiu suffers from tuberculosis and needs to supplement more protein. This is why he eats more chicken, duck and fish. Other diseases are not necessarily the same."

Seeing his expression, Zhao Chen knew that he was a medical idiot, and he respected such a person, so he told Shen Wenqing in detail what he knew about diet therapy.

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