The sadistic beauty has taken a fancy to me [Transmigration Book]

Zhu Jiuci took the beauty home.

According to the instructions of the immortal doctor, he was supervised to soak his hands in an unknown herb jar every day.

Although Liang Zhaoge never said it was painful, but he lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, Zhu Jiuci knew it must be uncomfortable.

Soaking medicine needs to be done three times a day, one hour at a time.Although Liang Zhaoge's hands looked the same as ordinary people's after bone plastic surgery, according to the immortal doctor, the blood vessels had not been dredged yet, and the potion was used to stimulate the circulation of the blood vessels. normal activities.

Although these hands are beautiful now, they are just decorations and cannot be moved at all.

Liang Zhaoge followed Zhu Jiuci lazily with his hands down when he didn't need to make medicine on weekdays, watching him carefully with his eyes.Watching him write, watch him practice the piano, I feel itchy in my heart.

But no matter how itchy his heart was, these hands still couldn't touch the person he wanted to touch.Liang Zhaoge was almost angry, putting his hands on his body was just a display!

You can't touch that person's face, you can't pull the earlobe, you can't even hold hands.

Liang Zhaoge shook his body uncomfortably, and rubbed against Zhu Jiuci again.

"Xiao Jiu~"

"What are you doing?" Zhu Jiuci glanced at him, feeling helpless.I have to be glued to this person several times a day, and I can't do anything.

"hand pain."

"Liar." Zhu Jiuci turned over a page of the book, not bothering to raise his head, "The fairy doctor said, except for the pain when soaking the medicine, I don't feel it on weekdays."

Liang Zhaoge was seen through, and Yingying stood aside, shaking her eyes wildly.After a while, his eyes lit up, as if he had come up with some bad idea, he turned around and left.

Zhu Jiuci was rarely at peace, and quickly continued to open the pages of the book, carefully copying the letter of thanks to the immortal doctor.

Immortal doctors are experts in the world, so naturally they don't value those monetary rewards.Therefore, how to thank the immortal doctor gave Zhu Jiuci a headache.Furthermore, he almost offended the Great Immortal with his unscrupulous words that day, and Zhu Jiuci owed him a great favor after all the cases.

After discussing with my mother for a long time, I decided to thank the fairy doctor in two ways.One is to present all the valuable medicinal materials in the mansion to the Daxian, and the other is to write a sincere thank you letter and give it back.

No matter how light or heavy the etiquette is, you must hold the sincerity of the Duke's Mansion with both hands.

Zhu Jiuci flipped through the letter paper and carefully copied the letter to the immortal doctor in accordance with the highest etiquette. He had just written half a page, and his thoughts were a little interrupted, and the tip of his nose faintly smelled a quiet fragrance.

He sighed and put down the brush and turned his head, and as expected, he saw Liang Zhaoge rubbing over again.

"Zhaoge..." Zhu Jiuci had a headache.

Liang Zhaoge Yingying stepped forward, stood against Zhu Jiuci's shoulder, and rubbed his weak waist against his body.

Zhu Jiuci was terrified by the shaking of the man, and raised his hand to beg for forgiveness.

"I won't write, I won't write. Zhao Ge said what to do?"

Liang Zhaoge laughed, turned around and said to the back, "Ah Nian, come here."

Zhu Jiuci followed his gaze, only to realize that Anian had entered the study at some point, holding a mahogany tray in his hand.

There are a lot of things in bottles and cans on the tray, and I don't know what to do with them.

He carefully put the tray on the desk, and carefully took away all the scrolls in front of Zhu Jiuci, leaving the desk completely clean.

Anian raised his eyes to look at Zhu Jiuci, and after a while tears welled up in Yuanyuan's eyes, as if he hadn't seen his little master for a long time.

Seems to have lost a lot of weight these days!

I just glanced twice, and my eyes were blocked by the gorgeous silk.The back figure in front of him didn't even reply, "It's hard work, little Ah Nian, let's go out first."

Ah Nian had tears in his eyes, walked away with a bulging bun face.

Zhu Jiuci watched the little man go out, and was about to ask questions, but Liang Zhaoge answered everything he wanted to ask.

"Ah Nian's somnambulism has been cured a long time ago."

"The last time I returned home, I relapsed, so I went back for treatment for a long time."

"I just returned home recently, Xiao Jiu, don't worry."

Zhu Jiuci calmed down and looked away, carefully looking at the plate of bottles and cans on the table, worrying.

"What is this?"

Liang Zhaoge squinted his eyes and laughed, raised his foot and hooked an armchair to sit down next to Zhu Jiuci.

"Xiao Jiu help me raise my hand."

Zhu Jiuci held his arm carefully, "And then?"

"Put it on Xiaojiu's lap."

Zhu Jiuci glared at him, but did as he did.

Today he was wearing brocade and white clothes, Liang Zhaoge put his hands on the white satin, it was actually whiter than the silk.

Feeling the light weight on his knees, he heard Liang Zhaoge whisper in his ear, "I want to dye my armor."

"Huh?" Zhu Jiuci was surprised.

Hastily reached out to open the bottles and jars on the table, and as expected, I found a small jar containing a few leaves of impatiens, and another small jar filled with fine Nirvana powder. Leaves, silk thread and small scissors, all tools are available.

Zhu Jiuci was shocked for a moment, Liang Zhaoge didn't learn well on weekdays, and actually imitated the concubines in the palace to dye Kou Dan.

"Why do you suddenly think of dyeing your armor?"

"It looks good when dyed."

Liang Zhaoge was aggrieved and looked down at his own hands.

Although his hands were as slender as jade, they were placed there quietly, unable to move at all, and indeed lost their vitality.

Zhu Jiuci reluctantly picked up the small porcelain jar and agreed to the man's unreasonable request.

Carefully put the nirvana powder and impatiens stems together, and use a small jade hammer to pound out the juice.The scarlet juice stained the white porcelain bottom, splashed two or three drops on the white wall, and slid down, leaving a few red marks.

Liang Zhaoge also leaned over to look at him, and then shook his eyes with bright eyes.

"Is it nice?"

Zhu Jiuci snorted, picked up a few velvet rabbit fur, twisted it into small pieces, gently dipped a little phoenix juice from the bottom of the tank, and the snow-white velvet rabbit fur instantly turned bright red, except for the tail that Zhu Jiuci pinched between his fingers. There is still white snow left, and the remaining fluff is as bright red as blood, and juice is dripping from the tip of the tail.

Liang Zhaoge was bored waiting, and blew softly into the man's ear.

Zhu Jiuci shook his hand, and the bright red phoenix juice fell on his own snow-white brocade robe, and instantly smudged to the side, blasting out three or two bright flowers.

"Zhaoge!"

"I was wrong." The beauty muttered.

Zhu Jiuci held back his anger, not caring about his new brocade robe, carefully placed the downy rabbit fur dipped in juice on the beauty's nails, and bent the edges with silver tweezers, trying not to touch the skin outside the nails .

Make sure that the impatiens juice is fully adhered to the nails, then wrap the nails and soft hairs with the oily green soft leaves, and wrap the thin thread several times.

Zhu Jiuci gently pinched his fingertips, as if Liang Zhaoge's fingertips were very cold because the blood was not flowing smoothly.

"How tight is it?" Zhu Jiuci wrapped the thin thread around, for fear of strangling the man's hand.

The beauty groaned.

"speak English."

"Hum."

Zhu Jiuci: "..." Let's just take it as just right.

Slowly finished wrapping ten fingertips, half a day has passed.

As the sky gradually darkened, the servants came to the garden again to light the lamps.

Zhu Jiuci glanced sideways at the unfinished business like a hill in the corner of the study, and then looked at the gloomy sky outside, feeling very depressed.

The culprit looked at his ten glossy green fingers with joy.

Zhu Jiuci snorted angrily.

It was originally a slender hand, but now it is entangled with ten oil leaves in various places, which is really ridiculous, but the man looked at it with admiration, as if it was too beautiful.

Zhu Jiuci stretched his waist and patted his sore neck. Today's official duties could not be completed, but he felt uncomfortable, and he couldn't let that person get away with it.

He stood up with his hands behind his back, stood in front of the beauty chair, and looked down at Liang Zhaoge.

"It's time to make medicine." Zhu Jiuci had a candle burning behind him, and his shadow was reflected on the beauty, blocking the shadow of the devil.

The beauty really withered.

The prescription of the herbal medicine has already been handed over to the servants in the mansion, and a servant will come with the medicine pot on time.

Zhu Jiuci was still here to scare the beauty, there was already a servant knocking on the door lightly, and Ah Nian came in with the medicine jar behind the servant.

Liang Zhaoge glanced weakly, resigned to his fate.

Soaking medicine to dredge the meridians is an extremely painful thing, and the preparation process is also cumbersome, and it cannot be done sitting in a hard chair in the study.

Zhu Jiuci led Liang Zhaoge to the beauty couch in the side room of the study.

Gently helped the man to lie down, and put the medicine jar on the small stool.

"One hour has passed." Although that person just now was really too much, Zhu Jiuci couldn't help comforting him at this time.

Liang Zhaoge nodded, and obediently obeyed him, helped him to dip his hands into the medicine pot.

As soon as his slender fingers touched the thick syrup, Liang Zhaoge frowned.

Zhu Jiuci watched from the sidelines, even if he was anxious, he couldn't help.

All he could do was watch the beauty's complexion turn from normal to pale, with beads of sweat sliding down his forehead, and finally he trembled all over.

If you think about it, you can know how painful it is for blood to break through the shackles.

Zhu Jiuci always told him not to hold back, but Liang Zhaoge just lowered his eyes and pressed his lips tightly.

He thought that Liang Zhaoge was embarrassed to call out bitterness in front of him, and wanted to leave him to soak in the medicine several times, but Liang Zhaoge's emotions were so intense that he almost knocked over the medicine jar. He dared not leave him alone.

"Zhaoge?" Zhu Jiuci called him softly. Liang Zhaoge had been lying on the couch without moving for a quarter of an hour.

Liang Zhaoge frowned, but did not respond.

Zhu Jiuci was a little worried and lightly supported his shoulder, Liang Zhaoge trembled slightly.

A drop of sweat fell on the brocade, soaked into the fine silk and satin in the blink of an eye, and cast a shadow.

His face was already pale with pain, but he refused to make a sound.

Strange to say, Liang Zhaoge didn't cry when he should cry, but when he shouldn't be weak, the teardrops seemed to be broken.

Liang Zhaoge didn't shed a single tear from the beginning to the end of the painful matter of dredging the meridians with medicinal water.On the contrary, Zhu Jiuci ignored him on weekdays, and Liang Zhaoge's tears could flow down.

Furthermore, I wish Jiuci would eat one piece of pastry less, and the beauty would shed a tear.

Zhu Jiuci was greedy for coolness and didn't want to put on autumn clothes too early, and the beauty shed another tear.

Or Zhu Jiuci Shao accompanied him around the garden, tears came again.

In short, Liang Zhaoge's tears are on call for these small things, as if they don't need money.

Zhu Jiuci sighed, and lightly stroked his back, "Speak out if Zhaoge hurts, you won't be afraid."

"It doesn't hurt."

Under the thick medicine, his hands trembled slightly.

Zhu Jiuci sighed, why is this person so stubborn.

The author has something to say: Ah Nian: Why did the dream-walking syndrome recur as soon as I returned home!

Zhaoge: I have nothing to do with the rain.

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