Su Qingluan touched her chest: her heart suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if it was squeezed by some invisible hand.
The oppressive feeling made her almost breathless.
Seeing Su Qingluan's reaction without any trace, Mu Xingzhi's eyes flashed with gleam, but on the surface he still asked calmly: "Ms. Su, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Su Qingluan frowned slightly: "I don't know, I suddenly felt something was wrong. It felt like my heart was being squeezed." Could it be that this body has any history of heart disease?
Don't! She had struggled with the disease for so long in her previous life, would she have to do it again after traveling through time?
In the middle of complaining, Su Qingluan suddenly felt a warm touch on her wrist. Su Qingluan suddenly turned her head, only to see that Mu Xingzhi had rolled the wheelchair closer to her at some point, and his long and pale fingers were holding her wrist. .
Su Qingluan subconsciously wanted to pull her wrist back, but Mu Xingzhi exerted slight force and she was unable to break free.
"Don't panic," Mu Xingzhi's expression was calm, "I have been bedridden all year round and am familiar with a few techniques of Xinglin. I just looked at Madam Su's condition. I think she may have heart palpitations. Please allow me to take a look."
Su Qingluan suddenly understood: After waiting for a long time, someone just saw her frowning and covering her chest, thinking she was having a heart attack.
However, considering that her reaction just now was indeed very wrong, Su Qingluan did not refuse and only thanked her softly.
Speaking of which, this was the first time in her two lives that she had experienced "pulse diagnosis". It must be said that it was still a very novel experience.
However, looking at Mu Xingzhi across from him at such a close distance, Su Qingluan realized that although this young man's facial features could only be described as handsome and not very outstanding, his eyes were very outstanding.
The eyes with slightly upturned corners are between phoenix eyes and peach blossom eyes. They lose the sharpness of phoenix eyes but have three points more peach blossom eyes. And these eyelashes are like small fans...
Tsk, tsk, tsk... Su Qingluan was secretly stunned: A man could have such long and thick eyelashes, which made her jealous! I wonder if I can pull it off and stick it on my eyelids...
Just as Su Qingluan's inner nonsense barrages were flooding the screen, Song Bo was wearing a bamboo hat and raincoat from the outside, holding a tray with a bowl of steaming things on it.
Su Qingluan didn't know why, but she didn't feel anything when she got along with Mu Xingzhi just now, but as soon as Song Bo came in, Mu Xingzhi's action of diagnosing her pulse made her feel as if she had been caught doing something bad, so Subconsciously he retracted his wrist.
This time, Mu Xingzhi did not stop her, but withdrew his hand and nodded: "Ms. Su is in good health. The discomfort just now may be due to her recent bad mood or unstable sleep."
Su Qingluan thought for a while: Indeed, yesterday she couldn't sleep well for the first half of the night because of Que'er's bad marriage and thinking about her own fate, and today she ran all the way here because of that shop.
Could it be that the palpitating reaction just now was really due to being a little tired recently?
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi with a smile: "Thank you, I will go back and have a good rest."
Songbo brought the tray over and placed it in front of Su Qingluan. Only then did Su Qingluan realize that in addition to a steaming bowl of ginger soup, there was also a neatly folded handkerchief. .
"My boss and I are the only two people in the house. They are all made of rough materials. This veil is new and has just been washed with water. This..." Song Bo hesitated for a moment as if he had a toothache, "This Little lady, please feel free to use it - please use ginger soup to dispel the cold."
Su Qingluan nodded sheepishly, first picked up the towel and wiped the water stains on his face and forehead - although it was almost dry - and then put the towel back on the tray.
"Is this handkerchief tainted with any spices?" Su Qingluan said with a smile, "It smells very elegant and unique."
In fact, it has a bitter smell like herbal medicine, but Su Qingluan is not sure whether it is the smell of incense or medicine, not to mention that generally speaking, guests will not use towels soaked in medicinal juice, right?
Sure enough, Mu Xingzhi smiled and said, "It's the spices I prepared myself."
Su Qingluan nodded and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: It was so dangerous that he didn't say the words "Why does it smell like medicine?", otherwise it would be embarrassing and embarrassing.
After bringing over the bowl of ginger soup and drinking it in one gulp, Su Qingluan felt her whole body warm up.
Although the clothes that had just been wet by the rain were still a little damp, Su Qingluan felt much better than before.
At this time, Mu Xingzhi turned to Song Bo and said, "Push me to the study room. Madam Su, please come with me."
"Me?" Su Qingluan pointed to the tip of her nose.
"Didn't you come to borrow books?" Mu Xingzhi said and coughed twice. Songbo immediately took off the raincoat he was wearing, revealing a blue-white outer robe hidden inside, which he draped over Mu Xingzhi's clothes. on the body.
Su Qingluan thanked her again, thinking that it was so interesting that Mu Xingzhi was so patient with her uninvited guest despite being ill. Regardless of whether she could find a book that satisfied her, she would still have to eat something to express her gratitude.
Thinking like this, Su Qingluan followed the two people in front of him through the corridor and walked out of a room that was larger than the previous front hall.
This room looked ordinary from the outside, but as Songbo opened the door, Su Qingluan was simply shocked: No wonder more than one person said that Mu Xing's House has a large collection of books. This room is filled with tall books that go straight to the roof. There are many books on every shelf.
And it's not just thread-bound books, there are also scrolls made of bamboo slips and cloth, which look like ancient books.
Not to mention this era when illiteracy is widespread, Su Qingluan is certain that even in modern times, with Mu Xingzhi's collection of books, his books can be regarded as a small library!
"These...so many books belong to you?!" Su Qingluan was about to move, "Can...can I borrow a few more books?"
Don't blame her for stuttering, she was really excited.
Since she time traveled, except for the contract signed by Shopkeeper Liang, she has basically not seen any books, and her spiritual life is extremely barren.
Having just traveled through time, her inability to adapt to the new environment greatly offset the boredom caused by the lack of spiritual and cultural entertainment. However, as she became more and more accustomed to life here, she mastered the rhythm of using the tools of this era and became proficient. After that, the free time will become longer and longer.
There are so many books these days, what a great way to pass the time! Su Qingluan stared at the bookshelves, her eyes shining brightly: After all, she had gone through many years of compulsory education and college entrance examination, and she still had a foundation in ancient Chinese reading!
Mu Xingzhi smiled and nodded: "As long as you remember to return it after reading it, of course you can. May I ask what books Mrs. Su likes to read?"
