On the tree-lined path, two teenagers walked side by side, one tall and one short, one white and one black.
The tall black-skinned boy had smooth black hair tied up high with a red rope. His nose was straight and his pupils of different colors were shining brightly. He held a dogtail grass in the corner of his mouth and asked, " Your Highness, is Mr. Jiang from Qingshui Town so amazing? Is it worth your while to make a trip to see him?"
The shorter boy, with a face as white as jade, wearing a golden crown on his head, and a pair of piercing phoenix eyes, carries a sense of oppression that belongs to a superior, "Mu Bai, don't call me Your Highness when you are outside, or be careful of exposing your identity."
Mu Bai curled his lips and said, "Isn't there no one here?"
Mu Bai met Xie Nanning's dark eyes and was instantly defeated. He spread his hands and replied, "Okay, okay, okay, I know I was wrong."
When the two arrived at Qingshui Town, there were already many admirers in the town. They mingled with the crowd and secretly inquired about Jiang Buwan.
People in the town praised Jiang Buwan a lot, saying that she taught children very well and was very patient.
They also learned that Jiang Buwan's husband, Xiang Zhihan, was also a well-known miracle doctor. He had cured the previous epidemic in Lin'an County.
Mu Bai bit the apple and said, "I am more interested in her husband Xiang Zhihan than Mrs. Jiang."
Mu Bai fights and kills every day. If there is a miracle doctor by his side, his life safety can be better guaranteed.
Xie Nanning: "Don't forget the purpose of our trip."
Recently, there have been many travelers from other places in Qingshui Town. They speak with different accents, but their words and deeds all reveal the spirit of scholars.
And these travelers all have the same goal, Jiang Buwan.
Whether Jiang Buwan is at home or at Hongmeng Academy, people will come to see him. If there are only two or three people, it is okay. However, Jiang Buwan has already met more than ten people in these two days. Now the number of people is not small, but More and more.
Jiang Buwan really didn't want to deal with it. After thinking about it, she decided to hold a banquet to invite those who wanted to see her on one day.
Jiang Buwan had just gotten away from the scholars and returned home, when she heard a lot of scholars gathered in front of the medicine hall who came to see her, which made Xiang Zhihan unable to treat the patients properly.
Jiang Buwan hid behind the door and whispered to Qingruo, who was busy in front of the medicine cabinet.
Qingruo heard Jiang Buwan's voice, put down the things in her hands, and ran forward, "Sister Wan, what's the matter?"
"Go and tell them that I will hold a dinner at Hongmeng Academy the day after tomorrow, and you can meet me there."
Qingruo nodded and said, "I understand."
"Wait." Jiang Buwan stopped Qingruo, handed her several invitations from his arms, and said, "Give them this invitation."
Although Hongmeng Academy is large, its capacity is limited. In order to prevent too many people coming to the banquet in the future, she and Cui Jing quickly wrote some invitations today in case of emergencies.
"Okay." Qingruo took the post, then stepped forward generously, talked to the waiting scholars, and then handed the post to them.
Qingruo followed Xiang Zhihan and Jiang Buwan all day long, and learned a lot.
Just by treating others a little bit, she was completely different from the little girl who was still in Lin'an at that time.
Xiang Zhihan, who was writing a prescription, heard Qingruo's movement and raised his eyes to look at Jiang Buwan behind the door curtain.
His clear face was soft, with a smile on his eyes and brows. If there wasn't a patient in front of him, there is no doubt that he would put down his pen immediately and get up to find Jiang Buwan.
When Jiang Buwan met Xiang Zhihan's affectionate eyes, his heart trembled, and he silently lowered the door curtain. Xiang Zhihan had not been feeling well these past few days.
How should I put it, Xiang Zhihan seemed to be dancing in shackles before. He was very kind to her, but it could also be seen that he had been restraining and even avoiding Jiang Buwan's active intimacy.
But now Xiang Zhihan has become a lot more clingy and wants to be with Jiang Buwan all the time.
Jiang Buwan dared to tease him before, because he knew Xiang Zhihan would be shy and find reasons to avoid him, but now Jiang Buwan doesn't dare anymore.
She didn't know whether Xiang Zhihan would accept it shyly or take the initiative. . Attack?
After Xiang Zhihan saw the last patient, the scholars in the medicine hall had also left one after another, and the bustling medicine hall suddenly fell silent.
Xiang Zhihan stood up and said, "Qingruo, close the door."
After he finished explaining, he couldn't wait to go to the back hall to find Jiang Buwan. They would see each other every day, but he couldn't get enough of it.
"Wanwan." Xiang Zhihan found Jiang Buwan who was writing at his desk in the courtyard. In front of her were invitations.
"Are there no patients in the medicine hall?" Jiang Buwan raised his head and asked.
"No more." Xiang Zhihan sat down next to her. He looked at the red invitation on the table, and suddenly thought in his mind, if he and Wanwan held a wedding, would the wedding invitation say the same thing.
"I really envy you, husband." Jiang Buwan said, "Many people have come to see me recently, making me very busy. I hope that after this dinner, these scholars can leave as soon as possible, and we can return to our usual peaceful life. .”
Jiang Buwan chattered for a long time, but she didn't hear Xiang Zhihan speak. She turned her head to look curiously, and Xiang Zhihan stared at the invitation in his hand blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.
By the way, Xiang Zhihan's recent weirdness is also reflected in his frequent distractions.
Jiang Buwan raised his hand and moved it in front of Xiang Zhihan's eyes, saying, "Husband? Why haven't you spoken? What are you thinking about?"
Xiang Zhihan came to his senses and said, "Wanwan, let me help you write it together."
"Okay." Jiang Buwan rubbed his wrist and said, "I have been writing with Cui Jing for a long time today but I haven't written much. My wrist is a little painful from writing."
Upon hearing this, Xiang Zhihan looked at the red mark on Jiang Buwan's hand, held it naturally, and then gently rubbed the red and swollen area.
Jiang Buwan could feel Xiang Zhihan sending spiritual energy into her body when he pressed. The warm spiritual energy swirled around her tired fingers and wrists, taking away the fatigue.
"Are you feeling better?" Xiang Zhihan asked in a warm voice. The hands under his hands were white and tender. They were soft and soft when kneaded, which made people love to put them down.
"I feel much better." Jiang Buwan took out his hand, shook it, and said, "My husband is so amazing. It doesn't hurt at all now."
Xiang Zhihan curled his lips and smiled, took off a pen from the pen holder, took Jiang Buwan's invitation and continued writing, "Wanwan, you can rest. I'll write it for you."
The biggest feature of Xiang Zhihan's calligraphy is that it is straight, one stroke after another. The square strokes look as if they were printed, but occasionally the bold strokes will add a bit of surprise, like a good boy who is usually serious, and occasionally Do something outrageous.
"But I still have a lot of invitations to write." Jiang Buwan pointed to a thick stack of brand new invitations on the ground and said, "Can your husband write them all by yourself?"
