Wearing a book, the paranoid devil is crying in my arms

Mo Qingling walked slowly to the table with his body supported, and bent over to check the books on the desk. Some parts of the books were annotated in small characters.

This made him interested, but he had to say that Jiang Jingqiu's handwriting was much better looking than his handwriting.

The delicate and small characters are very correct, and everyone speaks like a person. Most of his books have been annotated, and most of them have been read.

In a nutshell, if Jiang Jingqiu didn't speak, he would still look like a glorious moon.

He also met a lot of good-looking men and women in the arena.I have to say that Jiang Jingqiu made him feel like a frail scholar.

The whole person exudes a scholarly delicacy, and he is also good-looking.

Thinking of this, the corners of Mo Qingling's lips curled up slightly, feeling a little helpless. Speaking of which, Jiang Jingqiu also seemed a little not very smart in his usual appearance.

He was thinking this way, and soon Jiang Jingqiu walked in with a medicine bowl, which happened to be a bowl of medicine juice.

Carefully brought it to him and handed it to him, then looked up at Mo Qingling with crooked smiles.

It looked like he didn't have much defense against people, just like this, even if Mo Qingling wanted to blame him, he couldn't say anything.

Seeing his expectant look, Mo Qingling raised his hand to hold the medicine bowl in his hand and drank the medicine juice inside.

Compared with the concoction he made by himself before, it didn't have such a strange taste when he cooked it according to his instructions.

A smile slowly appeared on Jiang Jingqiu's face, and Mo Qingling shook his head helplessly.

"How do you feel after drinking it?"

Mo Qingling pursed her lips. How could the medicine work so quickly? It was effective so quickly?

He shook his head slightly, Jiang Jingqiu looked puzzled.

According to his treatment method, Mo Qingling was very cooperative throughout the whole process. Fortunately, with him watching, he did not continue to give himself those strange medicines.

It was only later that Mo Qingling found out that when he brewed the medicine, he added several kinds of common plants, not to mention medicinal herbs, as long as they were not poisonous, it would be good.

There are also several kinds of poisonous herbs, which he considered useful, so he added them and fried them together.

Thinking about it this way, Mo Qingling gradually understood why her voice became hoarse.

Now think about it, this Jiang Jingqiu, with half-baked medical skills, used those so-called medical books to treat him.

But I don't want to let him get better, it's good that he can still live.

Later, Mo Qingling, who had always disliked reading the most, actually read all the medical books in his room.

Not for anything else, but to be able to heal myself.

Every time Jiang Jingqiu made a mistake when treating him, he always acted more anxious than the patient.

Originally, Mo Qingling thought that if he followed his approach, he might be cured in the end, and he could be considered a half-healer.

This allowed him to heal the wound that could have been recovered in about two months, because it took him a few more months to heal.

Later, his voice was finally able to speak slowly.

Never before had Mo Qingling felt so aggrieved.

Standing in the yard, I looked at someone who was still wearing a moon-white gown, rolled up his sleeves and was still digging up the weeds.

Hearing the movement, he looked sideways, his hair was a little messy, his face was still stained with dust, and he could still smile when he looked at him.

Mo Qingling was a little helpless, and walked slowly to his side. After several months of cultivation here, the wounds on her body gradually healed a lot.

Naturally, he also found that the second idiot in front of him had no other thoughts, but was very concerned about his books and the plants in the yard.

However, the corner of Mo Qingling's mouth slowly curled up into a smile, this idiot is also quite funny sometimes.

Especially the way his eyebrows and eyes are curved when he smiles makes people feel happy. When Mo Qingling walked to him and squatted down, he saw that his hands were covered with mud and dust.

Even the corners of his clothes were stained with dust. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his smooth and slender arms. There were beads of sweat on his temples, so he casually raised his hands to wipe them off.

While continuing to bury his head in clearing the weeds, at this moment he did not forget to ask Mo Qingling.

"Look at these weeds. Are there medicinal materials that need to be used in them? I'll pay more attention next time."

Mo Qingling raised her eyebrows slightly, and seeing the sweat beads on his temples, she took out a brocade handkerchief and wiped off the dust and sweat beads on his face little by little.

Maybe he didn't even notice that his movements were gentle, and when he wiped carefully, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

If it was a woman, she would have drowned in his gentle eyes, but Jiang Jingqiu was in front of her, with a solid elm head.

Looking at Mo Qingling, he spoke again.

"Thank you too. In the books I read before, those common medicinal materials were not recorded in them. I have always cleaned them up as weeds."

"Tell me more, those are medicinal materials, what are their functions, I will write them down, so they can be used to save people in the future."

"The injury on your body is almost healed, but is there any discomfort?"

As he spoke, he glanced at his own hands, then at the brocade handkerchief in Mo Qingling's hand, pulled it over and began to wipe his hands.

Mo Qingling: "..."

Frowning, he looked at the dirty brocade handkerchief that was originally white, and threw it on the ground after wiping, then turned and ran away.

After a while, I found another kettle and came back.

With him, it seemed like no matter how romantic a scene might be, it could be utterly ruined.

Thinking of this, he sighed softly, stood up and took the kettle from his hand.

"Come on, you go and freshen up."

As he spoke, he glanced at him with some distaste. Seeing that he took the initiative, Jiang Jingqiu's beautiful eyes were full of doubts, but he didn't think much about it.

"My flowers and plants are very delicate. Some of them need to be watered, how much to water, and which ones don't need to be watered. You have to remember."

"But why do you suddenly want to help me? Could it be that you want to repay your kindness?"

Mo Qingling frowned, but looking at his smiling face in the sun, the expression in his eyes slowly changed to softness, and he shook his head helplessly.

"Yes, you are my savior, and I will repay this kindness."

"Alright, by the way, look carefully at these weeds. I haven't cleaned up some of them. Look carefully to see which herbs can be used."

"And the wound on your body should be almost healed. I'll take a look after watering the flowers."

There was a breeze to lift up the hair, and the tip of the hair scratched the tip of the nose, and it was a little itchy. Jiang Jingqiu raised his hand and rubbed his nose hard.

Because of this, the dust on his hands got on his face. When Mo Qingling was injured, he still looked disgusted.

But taking care of these flowers and plants, his body is covered with dirt and dust, and he doesn't seem to have the slightest dislike for it.

Mo Qingling pointed at the tip of his nose. "Your face is dirty, go wash it off."

"it is good……"