Daming's mother trembled all over, and suddenly felt a shuddering feeling of being stared at by a natural enemy——
Today, she witnessed with her own eyes the superb medical skills of Divine Doctor Ning and Lord Yama in robbing people, and she admired him from the bottom of her heart. At this moment, his status in her mind was already higher than that of the two noble men.
Mr. Ning nodded at her and said, "Mother Daming, please stay and take care of the pregnant woman and the child tonight, and let the mother and son go back tomorrow."
Daming's mother was flattered. What she was thinking was that the old miracle doctor actually remembered her. She was so happy that she agreed without saying a word of refusal.
Da Niu's mother-in-law, a serious mother-in-law, was a little embarrassed, but when she thought of her son who was still kneeling in the backyard, her embarrassment immediately disappeared and she hurriedly left to pick up her son.
The villagers left in twos and threes, and the farmyard became truly quiet.
On summer nights, the starry sky is extraordinarily bright. Stars twinkle in the night sky, and the mountains and fields become lively. Various insects play sonatas, with high and low sounds one after another, and even the glint of fireflies.
The gleaming light flickers up and down among the bushes, making the night look extraordinarily beautiful.
Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but stop and watch, took a deep breath of the cool night air, and said to Cui Weizhen with a smile: "Great talent, why don't you write a poem on such a beautiful day?"
Cui Weizhen lowered her head and stared at her. At this time, a bold firefly flew over and landed tremblingly on her temples. The faint silver glow spread out on her face like Sujuan, and like the soft Milky Way.
A little starlight fell on the water, and it only took a little bit of starlight to be tainted with an otherworldly fairy spirit, making it beautiful and moving.
Cui Weizhen's heart moved, and he lifted up her hair that was blown away by the evening breeze, and said with a smile: "I have a draft of a song now, Zhen'er, are you willing to listen to it?"
Ye Zhenzhen was so aroused that she nodded instinctively. However, when she saw Cui Weizhen leaning down and reading a few lines of poetry in her ear, her face instantly turned red.
Under the moonlight, her eyes were filled with spring water: "What kind of crooked poems are you reciting? It's getting more and more improper."
Cui Weizhen asked in a serious tone: "Zhen'er doesn't like it? Then I won't write this kind of poem next time."
This person is clearly asking questions knowingly.
Ye Zhenzhen glared at him, stamped her feet and walked back. She happened to run into Kang'er who was about to tell them to go back to rest. As soon as Kang'er saw her red face, he immediately became nervous: "Madam, what's wrong with your face?"
?Did you encounter the tickle grass outside?"
Ye Zhenzhen paused, feeling embarrassed, and coughed in embarrassment: "No, no, don't worry Kang'er, I'm just a little feverish, I'll be fine if I let it go."
Kang'er was doubtful, but he felt relieved when he saw that the prefect who was following him was not worried at all.
"Madam, sir, your guest room has been tidied up. You can rest in the guest room tonight."
Ye Zhenzhen was even more embarrassed: "Oh, Kang'er, did you clean it up yourself? As a child, you don't have to do this kind of work, just leave it to me to clean up."
Kang'er kept shaking his head: "No, grandpa said that you are guests and we are the hosts. The host must entertain the guests well, otherwise it will be rude."
Ye Zhenzhen smiled and rubbed his little head: "Kang'er is a good host, we feel at home."
Kang'er, who was praised, narrowed his eyes with a smile, revealing a pair of cute dimples.
Although the thatched house of the Ning family was simple, the room was kept very clean. When Ye Zhenzhen and Cui Weizhen returned to the guest room, they found that although the room could not be said to be spotless, it was neat and tidy, and there was no moldy smell. This showed that there was regular maintenance.
The habit of cleaning.
There was a square table and two round stools in the room. There was a tea set on the table. The water in the kettle was still warm. Ye Zhenzhen was feeling thirsty, so she poured a glass of water and drank it. Her mouth was full of sweetness, and she couldn't help but pour it for Cui Weizhen as well.
One cup: "It should be mountain spring water, perfect for making tea."
Cui Weizhen drank the water from her hand and nodded in agreement: "That's right, but it's a pity that Mr. Fang doesn't seem to be good at this and doesn't have any good tea. Otherwise, you and I can have tea and talk at night."
Although there was no high-quality tea, there was wild tea fried by Mr. Fang himself and brewed with sweet spring, which was quite interesting. They did not dare to drink more for fear of being unable to sleep at night, so they only drank one cup and went to bed to rest.
The couch she rested on was a canopy bed made of wood. The bed was covered with a clean bamboo mat. The mat still smelled of sunshine. Ye Zhenzhen's dreams all night were of sunny afternoons. She was so comfortable that she didn't want to wake up in the morning.
Finally, Cui Weizhen woke him up. He had already gone for a walk in the mountains, and he was still snoozing and unwilling to wake up.
Ye Zhenzhen woke up from the bed drowsily, and sat on the bedside in a daze. When Cui Weizhen covered her face with a cool towel, she felt a jolt all over and woke up completely.
"Weizhen, please be gentle, you touched my eyes."
Cui Weizhen's mouth twitched: "Madam, do you want me to help you rinse your mouth?"
Ye Zhenzhen raised her eyelids and said in a long, lazy voice: "Yes."
Cui Weizhen really served her, brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth, and even put on her clothes. Ye Zhenzhen was like a patient who had been paralyzed in bed for decades and couldn't move. She was too lazy to even raise her fingers. She even
Making excuses for myself: "I must have been exhausted yesterday. My whole body seemed to be falling apart and I couldn't exert any strength at all."
The serious way she made excuses made Cui Weizhen laugh: "It's a good thing that the child is not around. What would you do if you learned the lesson?"
Ye Zhenzhen rationalized and blinked her eyes, as obedient as she wanted to be.
"You, you, okay, it's time to get up."
Cui Weizhen nodded her forehead: "Mr. Ning and Kang'er are both up. They have even finished their morning classes and are just waiting for you to get up for breakfast."
Ye Zhenzhen performed a medical miracle to Cui Weizhen on the spot. She suddenly stood up from the paralyzed state and even had the ability to walk independently: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? You are still lingering here for most of the day. What a waste!"
That’s so nice!”
She was so anxious that she stamped her feet, but Cui Weizhen still looked like he was watching a good show. Knowing that he must have done it on purpose, she couldn't help but glare at him: "Humph, you are so careful."
He was obviously retaliating for her dislike of him last night.
Cui Weizhen laughed loudly and rubbed her head: "I'm just teasing you, Mr. Ning and the others have just gotten up."
Ye Zhenzhen: "..."
Humph, childish devil!
Even Wei Zhen doesn't play such little tricks anymore, but he still enjoys it and makes her change her color every time.
[The author has something to say]
Ever since the protagonist read the travel notes of Divine Doctor Fang, I always wrote Divine Doctor Ning as Divine Doctor Fang, and I couldn’t change it. I probably have selective amnesia...
