Seeing that he was serious, Zhi Cui couldn't help it anymore and hurriedly ran out of the house, "Well, then I'll avoid it first!"
Liang Yuanque winked at Zhuang Youjie again, and the latter immediately followed Zhicui out of the back room, "In this case, you can go down first. There is no need to come over. Mr. Liang is a man after all, and it is inconvenient for you to serve him. If anyone asks , just say I didn’t let you come.”
Zhi Cui didn't want to stay with Liang Yuanque and was eager to find a reason to leave. After listening to Zhuang Youjie's words, she left quickly. Anyway, when the second lady asked about it, she dragged Master Zhuang out to cover up.
The two servants saw that Zhi Cui had escaped and looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Zhuang Youjie was already prepared and took out two sets of medicine from the cloth bag he had been holding, "Since you are here to take care of If you're a human being, please go to the kitchen and cook some medicine."
The servant stepped forward to take the medicine, and Zhuang Youjie pretended to be serious again, "This medicine is very special. It needs to be brewed over a slow fire for two hours. During this period, someone needs to be fanning beside you to control the heat. Every half-quarter of an hour We need to add water once, but I'm afraid that the people in the kitchen are busy with other things and won't be able to take care of it, so I bother you to keep watching."
The servant hesitated a few times, thinking that he was just a rough man and didn't know how to make medicine. But perhaps because of their indifferent attitude, Zhuang Youjie's tone was filled with displeasure, "Why, you don't want to do this little work? Mr. Liang He is a close friend of mine and an honored guest of the Shen family, but he can’t even ask you to do such a small job for him?”
Zhuang Youjie was still very respectable in the Shen family. The servant did not dare to say anything more, so he quickly took the medicine bag and agreed repeatedly, and left with the medicine bag.
Watching them go out, Zhuang Youjie deliberately shouted from behind, "Send it over as soon as it's ready. If anything goes wrong, I will definitely tell Uncle Shen!"
After watching the servant walk away, Zhuang Youjie closed the door, breathed a sigh of relief, and turned back to the back room.
Liang Yuanque seemed to have numb legs from lying down for too long, and was struggling to get up from the bed. When he saw Zhuang Youjie coming back, he quickly called him to pull him up, "Quick, quick, quick, come and grab me!"
Upon seeing this, Zhuang Youjie immediately stepped forward, "No, do you really want to pee?"
"Shit, I'm about to starve to death," Liang Yuanque said angrily, "Isn't this little girl stupid? People obviously brought food to me, but they didn't give it to me and kept feeding me water. , I’m not a big carp!”
Liang Yuanque stood up, holding his head and looking shaky, as if he was about to suffer from hypoglycemia again.
There was food on the table in the outer room. Liang Yuanque served himself a bowl of cold soup and hurriedly drank it. His dizziness gradually got better.
Zhuang Youjie sat down next to him and watched him wolfing down the sesame seed cakes, "Why don't you ask that girl to take you to the house?"
Liang Yuanque rolled his throat vigorously and swallowed the sesame seed cake in his mouth, "I am a patient now. If I have such a good appetite, wouldn't I be in trouble?"
Zhuang Youjie looked at his face and thought it was true, but his face was really magical. Last night he saw with his own eyes that he tapped a few acupuncture points on his chest, and his whole body became visibly pale and weak. Even though he is now He was eating vigorously, but his face still looked as if he was seriously ill and was about to die soon.
Zhuang Youjie thought this trick was very magical and cautiously proposed that he want to learn it, but Liang Yuanque told him to give up the idea.
"Your body has not been trained by any special means. Any acupuncture point will kill you."
After this incident, Zhuang Youjie looked at Liang Yuanque with more admiration in his eyes, and he felt even more like a child prodigy who practiced magic at a young age in martial arts stories.
After eating, Zhuang Youjie reported the results of his trip. While the two were talking, Liang Yuanque suddenly stretched out a finger and blocked his mouth.
"Shh, someone is coming."
Zhuang Youjie immediately fell silent and pricked up his ears to listen, but heard nothing. It was not until a while later that he faintly heard the sound of very light footsteps.
At this time, Liang Yuanque had already heard who the owner of the footsteps was, "Oh no, it's the second young lady!"
Shen Yuexin?
Before Zhuang Youjie could react, Liang Yuanque let go of him, pulled open his clothes, and tapped his chest heavily. It seemed that he was using too much force this time, and he couldn't control it. His head fell forward and his mouth bulged as if he wanted to vomit blood.
But in the end, he just exhaled a breath, pushed the rice bowl in front of him, quickly returned to the back room, got on the bed and covered himself with quilt. His face was even uglier than before. It is no exaggeration to say that he looked like a dead man.
Zhuang Youjie stared at his actions in confusion. The moment he lay down on the bed, the door to the room was pushed open.
The visitor turned out to be Shen Yuexin, and she was still wearing the ghost-like blue and white dress that day.
"Brother Zhuang." The first thing she saw when she entered the door was Zhuang Youjie, so she had to say hello to him first. There was no surprise in her eyes. She must have heard the news from Zhi Cui that he had returned.
"Where are you eating?" Shen Yuexin asked hesitantly, looking at the obviously touched plates and soup bowls on the tea table.
Zhuang Youjie is always smart at critical moments. His mind quickly spins and he immediately says, "Ah, yes, I'm a little hungry after going out for a run, so I'll eat something first."
Shen Yuexin glanced towards the back room, "What about Mr. Liang, have you had lunch?"
Zhuang Youjie remembered what Liang Yuanque had just said and quickly replied, "He is sick and has no appetite."
Shen Yuexin nodded, "That's right, but you should eat more. Not eating will definitely hurt your body more."
"Ah, yes, yes." Zhuang Youjie nodded quickly and perfunctorily.
He didn't even know his fiancée Shen Yuelan well, let alone Shen Yuexin. There was no intersection between them at all. But after seeing her ghostly and crazy look in Shen Yuelan's room that day, Zhuang Youjie Even more worried about getting along with her.
And after Liang Yuanque gave his analysis of Shen Yuexin last night, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat when he looked at her.
She said a few simple polite words, then changed the subject, "What's Mr. Liang's situation now? After all, he is a guest living in the Shen family. I think I should come to visit him, don't you think, Brother Zhuang?"
Zhuang Youjie, who has always been elegant, couldn't help but say something bad in his heart, I said? What the hell!
Thinking that he might be betrayed, he casually found an excuse to refuse, "It's not very convenient, sister Yuexin. Mr. Liang just peed and didn't pick up his pants."
Liang Yuanque in the back room rolled his eyes angrily when he heard such a shabby excuse. Is this something that Mr. Zhuang, who is well-read in poetry and books, can say? Why can't you find such a bad excuse?
Shen Yuexin's expression instantly became confused. She clicked her tongue softly and said, "I actually have something to discuss with Mr. Liang. Can you please put on his pants first?"
