"Of course, it is okay to see Mrs. Wen, but I want to live in Wen's house ..." Jiang Sheng shook his head and apologized, "No."

Wen Hui didn't ask for a force, but it was a little disappointed.

She stood up and saluted: "I can't come out for too long, then I will contact it in the future."

"good."

After Wen Hui left, Jiang Sheng flashed his eyes and looked at Jiang Xian: "Sister, should you believe Wen Hui? Only the disability of King Yan is pretending, it is no longer Wen Hui can find enough to find enough.

And what she said is basically the same as what I know. "

The original book of several princes did not explain it carefully, but she remembered that the emperor's affairs were very clear. Later, the emperor's illness was not limited, but Xiao Huaijing was inserted by Xiao Huai Jingan.

The first emperor originally belonged to the King of Chu -that is, Xiao Huaijing's father inherited Dadong, but then the emperor now secretly made hands and feet.

scene.

In order to be tolerant, the emperor may also feel that a disabled boy cannot be a big device and did not kill him, but he also guarded his heart.

Jiang Xian said, "I didn't say it or believe her."

"Okay."

Jiang Sheng's eyes turned and lying on the desktop murmur: "If Wen Hui's life can come back, why can't others ... if everyone can, wouldn't it be a mess?"

"If there is a way to come back ..." Jiang Sheng suddenly "hissing".

"Can we go back to the past? Avoid the reason for crossing, can we return to the original world?"

Jiang Xian was stunned.

After a moment of chanting, she said: "Rather than saying that she is a" rebirth ", I prefer to have a future memory, or enter a parallel time and space that is very similar to she has experienced."

She looked at Jiang Sheng: "Go to the other time and space, are we still us?"

Jiang Sheng didn't speak, and stared at his eyes without blinking. At first glance, he was in a daze.

"Okay." Jiang Xian raised his hand and rubbed his sister's head, "Don't think about things that can't be explained temporarily."

Jiang Sheng changed his posture and pillow his arm, and said with a sullen voice: "Don't rub my hairstyle to mess with me, and wait for the good Ren Tang."

Yamana Shannai didn't come, she wouldn't have such a complicated hairstyle, she would only tie a ponytail.

Jiang Xian laughed when he heard the words: "I messed up and let me comb."

Jiang Sheng looked at it on his side, hee hee, "Pick up the sister -in -law and just pull it?"

"Ironics?" Jiang Xian raised his eyebrows, "Your hair was combed when you were a kid."

Jiang Shengya: "Yeah, the hair is almost bald."

The baldness is not so much, but the speed of changing her hairstyle when she was a child was really too frequent.

Especially when my sister just went to junior high school, she liked to take her as a model, so that she had to change three or four hairstyles a day, without even heavy samples. Not to mention, the students were very envious at the time.

Jiang Shengle: "Grandpa told you not to toss me, say to buy you a Barbie doll, you are not happy, and black face."

Jiang Xian slowly swallowed: "Is there?"

"Well, there is no!" Jiang Sheng laughed, "I just refused to speak with Grandpa for several days."

Jiang Xian wanted to pretend to be angry, but after a while, he hooked his lips.

At that time, every time I talked, I would definitely have a set of Barbie dolls next to my bed the next day.

Jiang Sheng smiled, but his heart was a bit sad.

She tried to ignore this feeling as much as possible, stood up and stretched out a lazy waist: "So sleepy, go, go, go to good Rentang."

She shook her head and sighed: "Others say that spring is sleepy and lacks, I am in winter."

When it comes to this, Jiang Xian frowned slightly.

Jiang Sheng's sleeping performance is not normal, but she said it doesn't matter.

According to Jiang Sheng's words, she followed her teacher for more than ten years and Chinese and Western medicine. She took another class for nearly four years at the Medical University. She was not clear if she was sick.

Jiang Sheng opened the secret door and walked out, and turned back and said again: "Sister, you have to watch the ledger and come out, it is too dark inside, there is no glasses with myopia."

"good."

Jiang Sheng walked out of the box.

Liu Langzhong said that last time she arrived in Shanrentang, she immediately left again. Zhong Yi read her for a long time and let her have time to turn around.

But when he came, Jiang Sheng first saw Zhong Yi, but Jiang Yan.

The table and chairs were supported at the door of Shanrentang. Jiang Yan sat at the table and wrote something with a pen in his right hand. He sat straight, his fingers were fair and slender, and his bones were clear.

Knowing that he stood next to himself, Jiang Yan did not stop or speak. Jiang Sheng watched his pen tip fell on the paper.

It was very fast, the pen Feng was just right, and it felt like a book.

When the last word closed, Jiang Yan looked up and called: "Jiang Sheng."

Jiang Sheng froze, it felt a little weird at first glance, and he didn't respond for a while. This was called himself. Maybe it was a long time when no one had named her with his surname.

Jiang Sheng responded slowly: "Brother."

"You are ..." She pointed at the word on the paper.

This is a prescription for preventing colds, and other paper notes that are dried next to it, Jiang Yan wrote a lot.

Jiang Yan stared at her directly, his eyes darkened, and the corners of his lips seemed to be hooked: "Actually, I think you are a bit inappropriate."

Jiang Sheng was stunned.

Yes, Jiang Yan has nothing to do with Xunping Houfu now.

She tentatively shouted: "Jiang Yan?"

The name is not important. If the other party doesn't mind, she can also call "hey".

However, she saw it clearly. Jiang Yan's lips were indeed bent. Obviously, she liked this title very much. Jiang Sheng touched her nose. It was a strange person. Maybe she heard more about "Son" and "Son"?

That Jiang Yan should go to school. Everyone calls you even the name, and maybe you will "love" to give you a nickname.

Jiang Sheng asked: "So do you copy the prescription in this group of Liu Lang?"

Jiang Yan sighed: "There is no way. I'm not Houfu's son now.

Selling hard?

Jiang Sheng took the corner of his mouth, she really didn't believe it.

Jiang Sheng's eyes fell back to the paper.

The handwriting on the paper notes is very beautiful, or positive or leaning, heavy or light, and ups and downs. Although it is a regular body, it is not very positive, but it is more free and free. Jiang Sheng's words are regular.

Grandpa said that writing requires talent, she has no talent.

But Jiang Sheng is not very envious of those who have written good -looking writing. The reason for her attention is that this handwriting is a bit familiar.

Jiang Sheng smiled after a moment of eyes: "It's like a word written by a friend."

It's just that the person's words will be more grassy.

Jiang Yan's eyes slightly moved: "What kind of friend?"

Jiang Sheng seriously recalling that his tone was slightly hesitant: "That is, an ordinary friend."

Jiang Yan repeated: "Ordinary friends?"

Jiang Sheng is unknown: "... Yes."

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