Shuang Xiaohan and Meizi

Perhaps it was due to changing to an unfamiliar environment, Ying Wumei woke up very early the next day, looking out the window was still a little dark, he thought about just lying down and waiting for the sun to rise, but unfortunately, there was always something that made her feel uncomfortable. People can't get what they want, for example: there are light coughs coming from the yard outside at this moment.

Ying Wumei frowned, when she cleaned up the room last night, she intentionally cleaned up this small warm pavilion just for herself, thinking that the person would go to find another place to rest by herself, so when he returned to the room, he looked at The man sat on the railing in a daze and didn't care.However, he never thought that someone would be so stupid as to actually sit on the porch outside all night in such weather.

Some angrily lifted the quilt out of bed, Ying Wumei opened the door, and saw that the person was really sitting in the same position last night, coughing.The confrontation between the two last night can be said to have broken up, so when the man heard the door open, he just glanced back and continued to look at the hibiscus tree in the yard that had withered due to the season.

Ying Wumei ignored him, just turned around and walked in the opposite direction...

The morning of late autumn is dry and cool, perhaps because of his alcoholism over the years, he will habitually start coughing when this season arrives in recent years, and he still has a dry throat in the morning. Some chronic diseases, and now added to the severe wind and cold dew last night...

Why! ! !Qi Diaoming sighed, I'm afraid it will be difficult if he doesn't want to get sick this time.

There were footsteps next to him, and he knew who it was without turning around.He didn't want to pay attention, not because he was still fussing over what happened last night, but he really didn't know what to do with this patriarch Ying who was always provocative and seemed to have a great prejudice against the whole Lacquer Carving Mansion and the events of the year. say something.

"When..." The sound of a non-heavy object being placed on the shelf rang in his ears. When he lowered his head, he saw that the sitting rail beside him was still shaking because of the huge movement of putting it down. The teacup dangling.

Frowning puzzledly, Qi Diaoming looked sideways at Ying Wumei's still indifferent back disappearing at the corner of the corridor.

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That morning, when Mo Lun and his wife came out, they briefly explained a few words to Qi Diao Ming and Ying Wumei, and then they left the Forbidden Garden. However, because the Ascension Ceremony is completed, it can be regarded as the end, so after leaving the garden, Ying Wumei can only continue to live in the forbidden garden. Lacquer carving mansion.When choosing a place to live, I chose a room in a secluded corner of Juyuan. Originally, I wanted to spend this month's life quietly, but I never thought that something would break my peaceful life.

"Thank you, Elder Ying."

The master bedroom of the Qidiao Mansion 'Chrysanthemum Garden' was full of people, all looking worriedly at Qi Diao Ming who was lying on the bed and coughing hard.

"You're welcome." Ying Wumei put the tea bowl on the table next to the bed, and looked at the man in white who was talking to her.

"Although I don't know why, your herbal tea can indeed alleviate my father's old illness, and since it is the secret recipe of the Spirit Race, we naturally dare not ask for it, so I trouble you to cook it yourself. Please forgive me for the inconvenience caused. Already." The man in white bowed politely, his scholarly demeanor naturally revealed.

"Yeah." Ying Wumei nodded lightly, but she couldn't hide her admiration for the young man in her eyes.

"Third brother, why did father's serious illness suddenly worsen?" The gorgeous woman in red tugged at the sleeves of the man in white worriedly and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know either. I went to the Forbidden Garden with my eldest brother, and it's already like this when I come back." The man called 'Third Brother', Qi Diao Ming's third son——Qi Diao Ming shook his head, looking at him with the same worry. Father in bed.

"I think no matter what you say, everything will have to wait for Mo Lang to bring the famous genius doctor in the Jianghu—Shui Wuya to see his father." A pair of handsome young men in blue clothes stood closest to the bed. The second son of the famous lacquer carver, Mo Tan, and Lian Yunwen, who is said to be his "friend" and has lived in the lacquer mansion for a long time.

"Uncle Ming, drink this bowl of herbal tea first." Lian Yunwen picked up the tea bowl that Ying Wumei brought in just now, and handed it over carefully.

"Thank you, Yunwen." Qi Diaoming forced a smile, took it and drank it down.

It still had the same bitter taste. Licorice could have been used to add some sweetness, but the man refused on the grounds that 'only the bitter taste can feel the volatilization of the medicinal effect'.The herbal tea was brewed more and more bitterly every time, and it seemed that because I needed to rely on his special herbal tea to relieve my cough and bothered him to make the medicine, that person had already started to get angry.

With a glance, he saw that the man still found a chair behind everyone and sat down to read a book, seeing everything in this room as having nothing to do with him.

"I think we should go out first, let father have a good rest." The woman in red—Qi Diao Mo Yu thoughtfully looked at her father's drowsy eyes, and motioned everyone to leave.

Several children saluted and left the room one after another, the originally noisy room suddenly became quiet, only the sound of pages being turned by Ying Wumei's hands could be heard occasionally.

"Sorry, my illness has caused you trouble." Qi Diaoming's deep voice broke the quiet environment in the room.

"Nothing." It was still the simple three words, Ying Wumei didn't even raise her head, it seemed that the contents of the book were more attractive to him than the person in front of her.

Being accustomed to his indifferent attitude, Qi Diaoming turned over and lay down indifferently, the cough relieved by drinking the herbal tea just allowed him to sleep peacefully for a while.

In the room, one person fell asleep with a light cough occasionally, and the other person focused on reading an unknown book in his hand, coexisting without disturbing each other, in this quiet and silent room...

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