In the elegant small courtyard, only Fan He and Ling Lan were left looking at each other. After a long time, Ling Lan smiled bitterly and said, "Junior Brother Jiulu completely forgot about us."
This was something that had never happened before, no matter how cold Shen Jiuliu's temper was, he would never completely forget them.
But since Shen Jiu paid attention to Rong Xian, he seemed to have been hooked, only Rong Xian was in his eyes, and he couldn't hold anything else except Rong Xian.
"Senior Sister Fanhe, what's so good about that Rong Xian, why did junior brother long stay with her?" Ling Lan's expression was full of sadness and confusion.
She and Shen Jiulu have been together for more than ten years, childhood sweethearts and no guesses. Regardless of their identity background or future prospects, they are the most compatible pair.
She had planned to wait for the long-stayed junior brother to return to the mountain this time, and they would be married by the suzerain and the elders, but who knew it would be a mess.
How can a mortal who knows a little kung fu be worthy of the young sect master of Haotian Xianzong
"Senior sister, I will never allow Rong Xian to be with junior brother, she is not worthy." Ling Lan's tone was extremely gloomy.
Fan He knew at a glance that she was on the cusp of a bull's-eye. No matter how much she tried to persuade her, she couldn't come back. Unless the young sect master could separate from Rong Xian and marry Ling Lan, this matter would definitely become Ling Lan's obsession. Not fun.
She pondered for a moment, and a look of determination flashed in her eyes: "Don't worry, Junior Sister, I will help you."
It is very clear how to choose fans and lotus points between outsiders and relatives. No matter how good Rong Xian is, it is not as important as Lily of the Valley, who grew up watching her. Moreover, Linglan is also the granddaughter of the first elder, and the marriage between her and the younger sect master can stabilize the position of the younger sect master.
After they made up their minds, the two of them were not in a hurry anymore. It was their first time going down the mountain, and the things outside the mountain were very fresh. Before, the elders followed them and they did not dare to be presumptuous. Now there are no elders by their side. Take a look at Shen Jiuliu, and don't let anyone leave the range of their consciousness.
Living in poverty, the childish cough is very clear.
Rong Xian came over with the medicine bowl and said softly, "Mumu, you will feel better after drinking the medicine."
Xiaole walked over to help Mumu up like a little adult. With a smile on her lips, Rong Xian sat directly on the edge of the bed and stirred the concoction with a spoon. The hot concoction in the bowl instantly became warm, and the temperature at the entrance was just right .
Before she could give Mumu the medicine, Mumu's grandfather came over with two bowls of tea and placed it on the table beside him: "The old man has nothing but tea here, I hope Doctor Rong doesn't dislike it."
Rong Xian's eyes stopped for a moment on the tea bowl, and she stirred the concoction with a spoon, and pretended to say: "I always heard Xiaole say that the tea you brewed is the best, I have tasted Xiaole's tea before, and today I have a good taste. Taste what you soaked, it's really right."
When she spoke, her expression was warm and genial, and she couldn't see the mortal attitude of disgusting others' tea before.
When Shen Jiulu, who was standing by, heard her words, her eyelids twitched.
If I remember correctly, he only mentioned this tea a little before he came, and Xiaoxian's attitude was as if he had done something outrageous.
Although the taste of the tea was really unbearable.
but now-
His eyes swept across Rong Xian, and he pondered a little. Could it be that the girl's mind is so fickle
And the old man who heard Rong Xian's compliment, the nervousness and anxiety on his face disappeared, and completely took her polite words as true.
The old man opened his mouth with a big smile, and directly handed the tea bowl to Rong Xian: "Since you want to try it, drink it while it's hot."
Rong Xian lowered her head to the tea bowl that was brought to her mouth, looked up at the old man's warm smile, and realized for the first time what it meant to shoot herself in the foot.
She rubbed her forehead in distress, and felt that it was not a good thing to disguise too well.
Although it was difficult to be kind, Rong Xian didn't want to feel wronged.
She raised her hand and gently raised the medicine bowl, pretending to be a pity, "This medicine is not good to drink when it's cold. It seems that you have to be patient and wait to taste the old man's tea."
As he said that, the spoon in his hand was still stirring in the medicine bowl, and the concoction that had just been slightly cold began to steam again.
Shen Jiulu, who saw through everything silently: "..." The mood is a little complicated.
When the old man heard that the medicine could not be delayed, he quickly put the tea bowl back on the table, the tea could be brewed at any time, and the grandson's illness was more important.
Rong Xian breathed a sigh of relief without immediately facing the bowl of tea that was difficult to swallow. Then she handed the medicine bowl to Mumu, and said with a smile, "Mumu, drink it all in one go and you won't feel bitter."
The old man said anxiously: "It's a little hot, Mumu blowing."
Rong Xian blinked, not bothering to cool the concoction again.
Mumu took the medicine bowl obediently, and tentatively licked his tongue like a cat. When he found that it was not hot, he drank it in one breath, and his whole face was wrinkled in bitterness.
Suddenly, something seemed to be stuffed in his mouth, and he chewed it subconsciously, a milky sweet fragrance spread through the buds, and immediately dispelled the bitter taste in his mouth.
Mumu looked at Rong Xian, who was smiling in surprise, and looked at Rong Xian's hand, but found that there was nothing. He couldn't help but ask in a milky voice, "Doctor Rong, is that sugar?"
Rong Xian pursed her lips and smiled, took the medicine bowl in his hand and put it aside, and said, "It's sugar. After eating my sugar, are you ready for me to have needles?"
Mumu shrank her neck and seemed a little scared, but looking at Rong Xian's gentle appearance, she just mustered up her courage and said, "I'm ready, I'm not afraid."
Rong Xian laughed lightly, took out the cloth bag from the medicine box, opened the cloth bag, and pinned a long silver needle inside.
Rong Xian ran her fingers through these silver needles and took out one of them, her face became serious.
The fingertips flicked the silver needle, and a little aura flickered on the needle.
The silver needle quickly pierced the acupoint on Mumu's body, but after a moment of effort, Rong Xian's fingers moved slightly, and the silver needle had returned to the cloth bag.
Looking at Mumu who had fallen asleep with her eyes closed, Rong Xian laid Mumu flat on the bed, and after covering him with the quilt, took a pulse for him, and then smiled: "The moisture in the lungs has been removed, and Mumu fell asleep. It feels alright."
The old man's expression softened, and the smile on his face became more real.
The old man's way of expressing his gratitude is very simple and simple. He poured out the tea on the wooden table, and then brought a big bowl to Rong Xian and Shen Jiuliu again.
Rong Xian, who hadn't escaped the disaster, said, "..." What does this tea taste like? Don't you have a point in your heart
But looking at the sincere smile of the old man, he may not have counted.
Rong Xian reluctantly took over the dilapidated porcelain bowl that was obviously missing a hole in front of her, and showed a bright smile at the old man: "You are so kind."
The old man was moved and said, "Doctor Rong does not accept the consultation fee and administers medicines for free. It's too late for me to be grateful. Just making two cups of tea is nothing."
He sighed in his heart, Dr. Rong is really too benevolent, and he is really a good man even though he is afraid of causing trouble for him even drinking a cup of tea.
Rong Xian: There are always people who seek revenge for their kindness [○｀Д○]
(End of this chapter)