I kicked the male lead away

Lu Xiu hurriedly wiped the corners of Chu Qingshu's lips with a towel, and then cast an annoyed glance at the young lady who was standing there in a daze: "Hurry up and come help."

"Oh." Fang Zhilan was a little confused.

It was the first time for Lu Xiu to speak so boldly in front of her.

Chu Qingshu's outer clothes were stained with medicinal juice, she tugged at the hem of the skirt with her hands: "Dirty."

"What's dirty?" Fang Zhilan patted her hand lightly, reproachfully, "You don't have any clothes to change, bear with it."

Fang Zhilan was telling the truth. Although Chu Qingshu was weak, she was raised by the general's mansion with rich clothes and fine food. Compared with the master and servant in the prime minister's mansion who often didn't even have a bite of food, she was naturally much taller.

Because she couldn't fit Fang Zhilan's and Lvxiu's clothes.

This one was bought by Fang Zhilan when she passed by a tailor's shop when she was unconscious in the carriage a few days ago.

The corners of Chu Qingshu's lips curled down as if aggrieved, and then she returned to her expressionless face.

Seeing this, Fang Zhilan couldn't help sighing again: "Let's eat first, then drink the medicine after the meal, and go to the tailor shop to buy new clothes after drinking the medicine, okay?"

It was in a childlike tone again.

Chu Qingshu nodded with great satisfaction, and said hesitantly, "I can't eat it."

"It's okay if you don't eat." Fang Zhilan glanced at her palm-sized face, which was getting thinner and thinner, and said to Lu Xiu, "You take care, I'll cook."

Fang Zhilan touched the small kitchen in the backyard of the inn, and there was a small stove for boiling water that was empty.

Now is not the time to cook, the master chef in charge of the back kitchen saw her a little girl, so he generously borrowed a small casserole for her.

Chu Qingshu's spleen and stomach are weak, and she just woke up from illness, so it would be best to cook some light porridge.

The fire was booming, and the white rice was put into the pot, and the rice flower was boiled in a short while.

Fang Zhilan turned down the fire again, and simmered slowly.

The air is filled with the sweet smell of white rice.

After a pot of porridge boiled completely, Fang Zhilan added the washed and chopped spinach.

When boiling half a bowl of tea, add a drop or two of sesame oil to the small casserole.

These spinach have been frosted in winter, mixed with the fragrance of rice porridge, complement each other.

Fang Zhilan first tasted it lightly by herself, her eyes narrowed in satisfaction.

Well, it seems that even in ancient times when there were not many condiments, his cooking skills have not degraded.

Put it into a bowl, and she carefully carried it upstairs.

The concoction in front of the bed had been cleaned up by the green sleeves just now, at this time Chu Qingshu was leaning on the pillow, reading a book in her hand.

His eyebrows are low, his profile is cold, like a ruthless and desireless Guanyin statue.

Fang Zhilan couldn't help slowing down her pace, put the porridge on the table, and said softly, "What are you looking at?"

Chu Qingshu closed the notebook in her hand and handed it to her.

Fang Zhilan fixed her eyes and saw the title of the book, "Night Questions".

The name sounds serious, but it's not actually a serious book.

It is about a scholar who stayed overnight in a secluded temple in the mountains and accidentally rescued a vixen.

The high-frequency words that appear in the book are mainly "fragrant sweat", "messy hair on the temples", "whispering" and "moving waist and limbs".

This book was originally bought by Fang Zhilan to read for entertainment when she was bored on the way.

With a "snap", she closed the book in her hand, and said two words from between her teeth: "Green-sleeve!!!"

It's okay to turn this kind of book out for others to see what to do.

"What's the matter?" Lu Xiu was confused, "Miss Chu said she wanted to watch something to relieve boredom, so I found out what you usually watch. Is there anything wrong?"

At the end of Fang Zhilan's words, it occurred to her that Lvxiu couldn't read.

"No...it's nothing." She put the book far away and changed the subject, "Come and drink porridge."

He sneaked another glance at Chu Qingshu, only to see that her face was calm, very calm, as if the person who read the little pornographic book just now was not herself at all.

Fang Zhilan breathed a sigh of relief, maybe she hadn't had time to look carefully.

A bowl of porridge entered the stomach, with warmth, the whole person felt much more comfortable from the inside out.

Fang Zhilan put her hand on her forehead, and said to herself seriously: "Well, the fever has subsided a lot."

When Chu Qingshu raised her eyes, she could see her face which was only a few inches away from her.

Red in white, pink and tender, like a sweet and juicy peach.

A bit of envy suddenly appeared in my heart.

If only I could be as energetic as her.

Fang Zhilan withdrew her hand, seeing her staring at her motionlessly, she was a little puzzled: "Sleepy?"

"No." Chu Qingshu shook her head, a little hesitant, but seeing that Fang Zhilan seemed to have forgotten, she finally couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to buy clothes?"

……

Fang Zhilan was silent, she didn't expect her to remember this matter so well.

She also thought that she had been falling asleep all this time, or was about to fall asleep, and suddenly made a request to herself, and it was really hard for Fang Zhilan to refuse.

What's more, it's good to go out for a walk to get some fresh air.

Fang Zhilan lowered her head: "Can you walk?"

Chu Qingshu nodded.

Busily lifted the quilt to get out of bed.

"Wait." Fang Zhilan put her hands on her shoulders, stopped her movements, took another white fox fur, put it on Chu Qingshu's shoulders, and tied it up for her, "Okay. "

Worried that she would not be able to stand firmly, Fang Zhilan supported her.

When Chu Qingshu stood side by side with him, he naturally took her hand.

Although she walked slowly, she obviously had a steady center of gravity. Fang Zhilan finally felt relieved, and then tiptoed to put the hood of the cloak over her head: "Let's go for a walk, it's better not to catch the cold."

"Thank you." Chu Qingshu pursed her lips and smiled, not to mention the beauty of being sick and weak.

Fang Zhilan's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't say much.Sighing secretly, for such a beauty, if she marries any noble son, she will definitely be extremely favored, and it is much better than marrying a stud man like Sima Chen.

Why bother.

Seeing that she was lost in thought again, Chu Qingshu frowned imperceptibly.

Isn't it so boring to be with yourself?

Holding her slender wrist on her arm in dissatisfaction, Chu Qingshu bowed her head and smiled slightly: "I'm afraid that I may still be unable to walk steadily, so I'd like to trouble Miss Alan to watch more."

"Oh." Fang Zhilan came back to her senses and nodded repeatedly.

The coldness in Chu Qingshu's eyes gradually receded.

Chu Qingshu has a slender figure and is quite a clothes rack, so it is not difficult for her to buy clothes.

The two walked around the tailor's shop only twice, and she picked out the best-looking one.

Only this one, because it was Fang Zhilan's money, Chu Qingshu knew it well.

It was rare to see such a fairy-like beauty, the proprietress of the tailor shop was so happy that she couldn't see the seams: "This girl is so beautiful, I don't know if there is a marriage?"

It is just right for her newly grown son.

"Yes, yes." Fang Zhilan knew at a glance that she had no good idea, so she hurriedly took out the money, "I'll pay the bill."

Chu Qingshu didn't say a word, and stood beside her, with an acquiescing look.

The landlady's eyes wandered between the two, and then fell on the place where Chu Qingshu and Fang Zhilan were holding each other's wrists, she understood.

If Fang Zhilan could hear the voices of others, she would definitely ask a question.

What do you understand?Don't pretend to understand!

After leaving the tailor shop, the two walked back slowly all the way.

On the way, Fang Zhilan didn't forget to buy a meat bun to eat.

Not for anything else, just to tell Chu Qingshu that only in good health can she eat what she wants.

Suddenly, Fang Zhilan felt Chu Qingshu's eyes fall on her side.

Pass her and look at a small shop on the side of the street.

Fang Zhilan followed her gaze and saw a bookstore.

In this era, printing technology has been very developed, and books can be printed at a low cost, so it is not surprising that there will be shops selling books.

Fang Zhilan took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun: "Do you want to buy books?"

"Yeah." Chu Qingshu nodded, her expression as usual, "I just don't know if there is the kind given to me by the girl with green sleeves in this kind of shop."

"Ahem..." Fang Zhilan almost choked on the steamed stuffed bun, and swallowed it forcefully, her voice a little dry, "What kind?"

"It's the kind of "Night Questions." Chu Qingshu looked sideways at her, her eyes shining brightly, "I've never seen this kind of book before, it's very special."

Fang Zhilan cleared her throat: "It's not a serious book, so you don't need to read it."

"I read a lot of serious books, but none of them are interesting."

Fang Zhilan raised her forehead, miss, do you really have to be so sincere?

But seeing Chu Qingshu's persistent appearance, she gritted her teeth: "There won't be such a serious bookstore."

"Ah?" There was slight regret in Chu Qingshu's voice.

"If you really want to see it." Fang Zhilan confessed, "I still have a lot."

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After a few days, the old doctor came again for a follow-up visit.

When he came, the patient was leaning against the head of the bed, flipping through a book with a happy face.

He glanced inadvertently, and saw the title of the book on the outer cover, his eyelids trembled.

After diagnosing the pulse on Chu Qingshu's hand through the silk handkerchief, the old doctor said solemnly: "This girl has recovered from her fever, so remember to move around more and eat on time, so as not to hurt your mind and body."

"En." Chu Qingshu nodded, remembering the doctor's order.

His eyes were fixed on the pages of the book without moving an inch.

The old doctor put away the medical box, and his eyes fell on Fang Zhilan: "Please talk to another place."

Fang Zhilan hesitated, feeling that the doctor's posture seemed to tell her some secret illness.

For example, a patient is actually terminally ill, and if he wants to eat and do whatever he wants, he can just do it.

Unexpectedly, there was no one outside the house, but the old doctor stroked his beard: "The doctor's parents' heart, although it is the private affairs of the two girls, but the old man still needs to say a few more words."

"Huh?" Fang Zhilan didn't understand, how could she involve herself.

"The patient's health is not yet well, and mood swings are the most taboo."

"Thank you doctor for your advice." Fang Zhilan nodded.

The old doctor was taken aback for a moment, seeing that she didn't seem to understand what he meant, so he sighed and pointed it out: "The story books and the like have twists and turns and bizarre plots, which are quite troublesome. It's best not to read too much."

Fang Zhilan lowered her head, wanting to see if there was a crack in the ground that she could slip in.

She really couldn't open her mouth to tell the old doctor that there was no plot in the script that Chu Qingshu read.

That's it from beginning to end.

But she knew that even if she said it, the doctor would not believe it.

How can someone read such a gorgeous book without blushing or heartbeat, and still read it with gusto?

For a moment, Fang Zhilan almost suspected whether Chu Qingshu was frigid.