After Zhao Jiangui said these words, he felt that it was too sweet and numb, so he didn't dare to look Ji Han's eyes directly, so he lowered his eyes to look at the hands that the two held each other.
Ji Han's hands were fair and thin, with slender phalanges, a thin layer of calluses on the palms of the tiger's mouth, and the nails were trimmed just right.
This is a pair of hands holding a sword.
But for the Jianghu people who are wandering around the world, these hands are a little too beautiful.
Ji Han was probably frightened by Zhao Jiangui's words, and was stunned for a long time, completely forgetting to withdraw his hand.
The eldest maid tremblingly asked, "Sect Master, do slaves still need to get medicine?"
No one answered.
Ji Han is slowly returning to his senses.
One by one, he tried his best to pull his fingers out of Zhao Jiangui's hands.
Zhao Jiangui clenched tightly, and this sentence was too numb, and Ji Han's face couldn't help but turn a little red.
It just so happened that Xiaolin walked in with a thick stack of account books in his hand.
"Lord, this is the account book of the seven sub-rudders including Mobei this year." Xiao Lin said, "Please take a look at it."
Ji Han nodded and asked Xiao Lin to deliver the things to the study first.
The eldest maid took the opportunity to slip out with Xiao Lin.
Ji Han said with a stern face to Zhao Jiangui: "Forget it, if you don't want to take medicine, this seat will not make it difficult for you."
Zhao Jiangui breathed a sigh of relief.
That's it.
Then can we call back the big maid who went to get the medicine
Ji Han frowned and was silent for a while, and then said bluntly: "You... you should rest early after eating."
Zhao Jiangui didn't feel inappropriate, just nodded.
You can say anything without taking medicine!