Jiang Sheng looked out the door: "It's really a pity."

"Luo Shu is a filial man. Let's wait until he figures it out one day. Anyway, autumn has just passed this year, and the next time will have to wait until three years later. There is no rush."

Liu Langzhong said: "I'm just afraid that he won't be able to write since he hasn't touched paper and inkstone for a long time."

Just as he was talking, Jiang Yan came back from the door, holding a stack of paper on which the prescription had just been written.

Liu Langzhong glanced in the direction of Zhong Yi, and then asked Jiang Yan, "What happened?"

"It's no big deal." Jiang Yan handed the note to Liu Langzhong.

Jiang Sheng was still looking outside the door. The direction of the sun shining outside was a little skewed, casting a shadow on the low building. He guessed it was Shen Shi.

She yawned, thought of something, tilted her head and said, "I've been feeling sleepy lately, and I don't know why."

"Sleepy?"

"Yes." Jiang Sheng felt that his eyes were a little hazy, "I can sleep from before it gets dark until it's completely bright. I slept for seven hours last night, and I'm still sleepy during the day."

Jiang Yan looked at her suddenly: "Seven hours?"

Jiang Sheng was startled: "...Yes, right?"

"Why are you so surprised? Maybe you are not used to the hot and cold weather." Liu Langzhong went over and patted Jiang Yan.

He noticed that Jiang Sheng's face was rosy and did not look like a sick person, not to mention that Jiang Sheng himself did not know medical skills.

But Liu Langzhong still walked to the table, sat down and waved: "Come here, I will take your pulse."

Jiang Sheng then sat down obediently.

Liu Langzhong pondered and then said: "The pulse is normal. Do more activities on weekdays. Relax and don't be too nervous."

Jiang Sheng should be well.

She also thinks there is nothing wrong with it, except that she likes to sleep, and it tastes good when she eats it by herself.

But Jiang Yan looked uneasy, and his eyes were slightly unfocused. Jiang Sheng wanted to laugh, and raised his hand to wave at his eyes.

She now wants to know what Jiang Yan is thinking.

Jiang Yan grabbed her wrist. Jiang Sheng was stunned for a moment, their eyes met. She turned her head to one side, but in her mind she felt that this scene was vaguely familiar.

After feeling his hand being loosened, Jiang Sheng also breathed a sigh of relief. What he could see was the direction of Zhong Yi, which was separated by a cotton curtain. Jiang Sheng took half a step back and lowered his head and said, "I want to go back."

It’s home.”

After she finished speaking, she walked towards Zhong Yi, called out, and Zhong Yi opened the curtain. Zhong Yi sat on a small stool and looked at Jiang Sheng, with a book in his hand: "Sister Jiang Sheng..."

Jiang Sheng bent down and smiled: "I'm going back now to say hello to you."

"Okay." Zhong Yi pursed her lips and raised her eyes, "Sister, when will you come over again."

"I'll come over when I have time." But it seems like she is quite free now.

Zhong Yi affirmed: "When Sister Jiang Sheng comes over next time, I will be able to tell Bai Qian and Bai Wei apart!"

Jiang Sheng curled her lips: "Then as a reward, I will bring you some snacks next time."

After saying hello to Dr. Liu again, she left Shanren Hall.

But there is someone following me.

Jiang Sheng blinked: "Are you going back to Jiangpinghou Mansion?"

Jiang Yan coughed and said, "I have something to do when I go to Youmingzhai."

"Oh." Jiang Sheng stopped talking. Jiang Yan seemed to want to say something along the way, but he didn't speak until he arrived at Youmingzhai.

Jiang Sheng didn't ask any questions and went straight to Wufangzhai to buy sweet-scented osmanthus sugar steamed chestnut flour cake. Recently, she had a new hobby, which was buying cakes to eat.

I heard that the pastry chef at Wufangzhai is from the south of the Yangtze River. The pastries are well made and taste unique, and the business is very lively. Every time I go there, I have to queue up. It was almost sunset, and when Jiang Sheng arrived, there was still a queue at the door.

There was a half-long queue.

Jiang Sheng went to the end of the queue to wait, but someone recognized her: "Miss Jiang?"

Jiang Sheng was at a loss and didn't understand who was in front of her. She had a good memory and could recognize Pei Luoshu even though she had only met him once.

A young man dressed in civilian clothes held Wufangzhai pastries wrapped in oil paper and asked flatteringly: "Why are you waiting here alone? Where are the two girls beside you?"

Jiang Sheng frowned.

Two girls? Shan Zhi and Shan Nai?

Does this person know himself so well?

Another person in front got the cake, Jiang Sheng moved forward and said nothing.

The young man came over again: "What kind of pastries do you want to buy? I bought some."

Jiang Sheng said distantly: "Thank you, no need."

When the young man saw that she was silent, he pursed his lips, then did not speak again, and waited together.

Until a voice came from not far away: "Xing'er."

The young man waved excitedly: "Sir, here."

Qian Xuechao walked over and was about to scold him for being so slow to buy a pastry, but his eyes suddenly lit up: "Sister Jiang."

Jiang Sheng was confused. What did Qian Xuechao call him?!

Why doesn't he have any feelings for Qiao Shu?

But Jiang Sheng now knew that this commoner boy might be Qian Xuechao's servant or book boy. Without leaving any trace, she turned to the right and walked far away from them, and then walked towards the empty seat in front.

Qian Xuechao had a warm smile on his lips, and his expression was a little hurt: "The same goes for your cousin. After returning to Qiao Mansion, she wanted to divorce without saying a word a few days later. Now I have also thought about it. After all, there is no fate."

"Why is Sister Jiang so alienated from me? Although Qiao Mansion is your maternal family, if you misunderstood me because of your cousin's affairs..." He sighed, "I am so unjust."

Jiang Sheng frowned and leaned aside again.

What does Qian Xuechao want to do? Go crazy!

Qian Xuechao took the pastry from the young man's hand and said, "I just asked Xing'er to queue up to buy this. It's already hot. Don't wait in line here. Take it and go home quickly. I'll apologize to you."

Jiang Sheng was a little annoyed by his noise: "Are you sick or am I sick? We have never exchanged a few words. Don't slander me! If you want to apologize, who can kneel in front of Qiao's house with a thorn stick on his back?"

I won’t stop you either.”

"Don't let me know what you are thinking." She said coldly, "The investigation is very clear. You even know how many girls I bring with me when I go out on weekdays?"

"Respect yourself, thank you, take the time to get to know yourself better."

"A box of sweet-scented osmanthus sugar steamed chestnut flour cake." At this time, she had reached the front of the queue. Regardless of Qian Xuechao's sullen face, Jiang Sheng got the cake and left directly.

In fact, she could guess a little bit of what Qian Xuechao was thinking. She even vaguely guessed it when he and Qiao Shu were leaving. After all, Qian Xuechao's hunting eyes were too obvious and uncomfortable.

It's just that Jiang Sheng never expected that his ghost would linger and come to investigate him.

Everyone in the capital knew that "Jiang Sheng" was not Mrs. Hou's biological child, and it was understandable that the marriage was difficult. Her adoptive parents, who were not from a good background, but had such status, were raised by the same upbringing as a direct daughter of a noble family.

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After leaving Qiao Shuhe, Qian Xuechao could not find a better place to fill his house, so "Jiang Sheng" with a special status naturally became a good choice. Even if Marquis Jiangping would not help Qian Xuechao in the officialdom,

But there are also people who, just for his sake, will not give him money to teach him and make him a stumbling block.

But neither she nor the original owner would marry "Jiang Sheng" to her former cousin-in-law. I don't know if Qian Xuechao is just a whim or too confident in his own charm.

Hmm... Jiang Sheng took a bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus sugar steamed chestnut flour cake and decided to bring this to Zhong Yi and the others next time.

A touch of cinnamon hits the nose, sweet but not greasy, half-melted in the mouth, and flaky and flaky.
Chapter completed!