Hsiao Heng served Xiao (pounding) sick (egg) (ghost) very thoughtfully, taking a bubble bath throughout the whole process, and after washing, he did a full-body slaughter - smearing the baby's prickly heat powder in the small medicine box.
"Here, here, and here!"
"Wow, I'm so fragrant!"
"I want to tell Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao likes me the most!"
Nonsense, obviously it's me.
Gu Jiao is also taking a shower, so I can't see her for the time being.
A certain white and tender little winter melon rolled onto the bed, propped up his head with one hand, and a small reclining Buddha came to lie down, and said in a tone of voice, "Ah-Heng~ serve some tea."
Xiao Heng: I think you owe a fight.
Xiao Qingkong was frantically testing on the edge of death, unaware that the eyes of the bad brother-in-law were becoming dangerous.
He felt refreshed after taking a shower, and fell back to sleep not long after he died.
It's windy and cool today.
Xiao Heng called a disciple of the National Master Hall and asked him to look at Xiao Qingkong.
The corridor on the right side of the Qilin Hall is a special place. No unrelated people live in. The wing closest to the operating room belongs to Shangguan Yan and Gu Jiao, and he lives next door.
The room opposite was empty, Xiao Heng asked the disciples of the National Master Hall to clean up a room for Gu Jiao alone.
Xiao Heng came to the front of the wing, and just as he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, the door was pulled open from the inside.
Gu Jiao had just finished taking a shower and changed into a dry juvenile gown. Her long hair was wetly draped over her shoulders and back, with a strand draped over her forehead.
The water droplets trembled at the tip of her hair, crystal clear, reflecting thousands of rays of light.
Her black hair was so black and bright that it made her skin as fat as jade.
Her slender eyelashes were also hung with water droplets, her eyes were moist, and her lips were soft and red.
Xiao Heng's throat slid.
Gu Jiao looked at him with a smile.
Xiao Heng realized his gaffe, cleared his throat, and said, "I'm here to see you, is it convenient to come in?"
Gu Jiao turned sideways and let Xiao Heng walk in.
Xiao Heng took it to the door, came to the table, poured himself a large cup of herbal tea first, and drank it, only then did he feel that his heart sank a little.
Then he looked at Gu Jiao: "I don't wipe my hair."
Gu Jiao snorted and said indifferently, "The weather is hot, and it will be done in a while."
She went to the small table by the window to open the small medicine chest.
Xiao Heng looked at the ointment she took out and asked, "Are you injured?"
Gu Jiao shook her head: "No, it was just a few bites from mosquitoes." The mosquitoes in the woods were so poisonous that they didn't feel it when they were biting.
"Did the headroom get bitten?" she asked.
"He's fine, just a few little red dots." Xiao Heng said, took the cotton towel and walked towards her, "Let me see, where did you bite?"
Gu Jiao raised her head and pointed to her neck: "Here." She rolled up her sleeves and pointed to her wrist, "And here."
She had no distractions, just simply showing off the big bag she was bitten by mosquitoes.
An indescribable thought flashed through Xiao Heng's mind.
Thinking about it carefully, it was true that they hadn't been together for a long time. Rao was wearing a juvenile gown and a juvenile voice, but as long as she was still her, he would be unable to hide some kind of impulse in his heart.
"You..." Gu Jiao looked at him blankly.
Xiao Heng lowered his eyes: "I'll help you apply the medicine."
"Okay." Gu Jiao handed him the cotton swab and ointment.
Xiao Heng lowered his head, dipped a cotton swab in the ointment, and smeared it little by little on the large bag bitten by the mosquito.
He tried his best to get rid of distracting thoughts, but someone didn't give him a chance to purify.
"Master Xiao, your heart is beating so fast." Gu Jiao put her hand on his chest.
She took a cold bath, and her palms were cold, but when she touched it, his heart became hot.
He grabbed her wrist and sighed helplessly: "Gu Jiaojiao, I can't concentrate on rubbing medicine for you like this."
Gu Jiao: "Oh."
Xiao Heng let go of her hand and continued to wipe her.
Gu Jiao didn't do anything, she just looked at him straightly, and kept looking.
Then Xiao Heng heard the sound of swallowing.
Xiao Heng: "..."
Rubbing medicine was originally a sparse and common thing, but in such an atmosphere it became a very private thing.
The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.
Xiao Heng took a deep breath, took her hand calmly, lifted her sleeve, and evenly applied the ointment to each of her affected areas.
He did it slowly, with ease and poise throughout the process.
But just as he put the ointment on the table and threw the cotton swab into the basket, he suddenly clasped the back of Gu Jiao's neck with one hand and lowered his head to cover her deeply.
He was so calm in front of him, it was like an old monk entering meditation, and Gu Jiao pretended that he would not do anything.
This was so exciting that Gu Jiao's little heart shrank a bit, and then she was swallowed up by his domineering and domineering.
Really grown up, are men self-taught in this regard
But so good...
It's not too hot today, and the cool breeze blowing in the house is quite pleasant.
"Your Highness, the eldest grandson, I cut some melons and fruits—ah! I didn't see anything!"
Yu He covered his eyes and turned around quickly with a tray in hand.
He was going to leave, but after thinking about it, he still walked in blindly and put the fruits and vegetables on the table, then he closed his eyes and walked out, not daring to open his eyes and bumped into the wall.
After Yu He Moxiao crossed the threshold, he closed the door for the two of them again: "You, you, you continue!"
Gu Jiao laughed.
Xiao Heng's ears turned red slightly.
Gu Jiao looked at him with a half-smiling smile, and said, "Will Xiao Qing want to hit you when he comes back?"
In broad daylight, he actually kissed the man, and was bumped into by the disciples of the National Teacher's Hall. Nineteen years of innocence were destroyed.
"Let's talk when he comes back." With red ears, he lifted her delicate chin and lowered it again.
…
The small headroom was exhausted, and he still hadn't woken up when it was time for you.
The eldest disciple, Ye Qing, took Mr. Mu to the third floor of the Book Collection Pavilion.
Gu Jiao and Xiao Heng went to the second floor of the library to eavesdrop.
The two lie on the edge of the window, pressing their ears against the wall.
Gu Jiao: "Did you hear anything?"
Xiao Heng shook his head: "No, how about you?"
Gu Jiao: "Neither do I."
No, she saw them all just now, they were upstairs, above their heads, why couldn't they hear them? Is the library so soundproof
"You help me let loose." Gu Jiao said to Xiao Heng.
She was referring to the two National Master Hall disciples who were on duty at the entrance on the second floor.
"Okay." Xiao Heng said.
Gu Jiao climbed out of the window on the second floor, grabbed the relief on the outer wall, and climbed to the third floor little by little.
When she finally climbed up to the window on the third floor, she saw a dead man of the National Master Hall with a very high level standing in the window, looking at her facelessly.
Gu Jiao: "..."
"Hello, hero, goodbye, hero."
Gu Jiao crawled down.
Xiao Heng hugged Gu Jiao in: "Why so fast? Did you see it?"
After Gu Jiao landed, she clapped her hands, took a long breath, and said, "I see, they are arguing."
third floor.
Mr. Mu said with plausibility: "What evidence do you have in the National Teacher Hall to prove that my Mu family did it! My Mu family has never offended the National Teacher Hall, why should I be slandered like this!"
The national teacher said: "The hexagram has made it very clear, it is your Mu family who did it."
Old Man Mu looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "The hexagram? Ha, it's ridiculous and generous! Does the dignified Guoshidian just rely on fortune-telling to arrest people! There's no need to give evidence!"
Lord National Teacher said calmly: "It is the means of the Duwei Mansion and the Sansi Yamen to arrest people with evidence. Our National Teacher Hall relies on divination and fortune-telling."
What fortune-telling
It must be where the old magician got the news, but he couldn't come up with conclusive evidence, so he used fortune-telling to cover up.
He also held the handle of the Mu family when the National Master Hall had the courage to catch him.
So he wasn't afraid anymore.
The old man Mu sneered: "National teacher, it's not that I question your ability, but just relying on the hexagram to put the crime on the head of our Mu family, I'm afraid it won't convince the subjects of the world if it spreads out."
Master Guo Shi fell into contemplation.
The National Teacher Hall really has no evidence!
The old man Mu said fearlessly: "If you can show the evidence, the old man will give you this life!"
Master National Teacher: "Ye Qing."
Ye Qing: "The disciple is here."
Master National Teacher: "The witness."
Old Man Mu's expression changed.
Ye Qing went downstairs in person.
Gu Jiao and Xiao Heng looked in the direction of the stairs from behind the bookshelf.
Not long after, they saw Ye Qing taking a middle-aged man with a fat figure upstairs.
Gu Jiao was slightly stunned: "Is it him?"
Xiao Heng asked, "You know him?"
"Yeah." Gu Jiao nodded.
Master Guo Shi looked at Mr. Mu: "Patriarch Mu, do you recognize him?"
Mr. Mu frowned: "I don't know."
"His name is Pang Hai, and he is the manager of Qidu's underground martial arts field. Manager Pang happened to come to Shengdu." Master Guo Shi said casually, "Ye Qing, bring a portrait."
Ye Qing took a portrait and handed it to Pang Hai: "Do you recognize this person?"
The person on the portrait is the peddler who captured the little county master.
Pang Hai stared at the portrait carefully for a long time: "Ah, that's not what... Tong... Tong Wu! I almost didn't recognize him after changing his outfit! He is a master of our underground martial arts field, but he has already left the underground martial arts field. It's been years."
Ye Qing said again: "Do you remember who he was invited away by?"
"This..." Pang Hai hesitated.
Ye Qing said seriously: "In front of Your Majesty, I advise you not to hide anything."
Pang Hai bit his head and said, "Mu Family."
A thunderbolt from the blue came down, and Mr. Mu froze.
End of the year.
(End of this chapter)