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Chapter 554 Another person?

"Jiang Si is awake?" Fang Zhihui, who was leading the guards and maidservants behind him, rushed in, almost bumping into Xiangli, who was carrying a bowl of milk crisps and a large plate of cut fruits.

"Ah" and managed to stabilize the milk crisp mountain in his hand, Xiangli, who was not knocked over, looked up at Fang Zhihui, and couldn't help but be taken aback: "You are...the new fashionable dress in the city these days? "

Xiangli couldn't help but frowned as she said, "It's the same as the silky eyebrows and black lips before, why am I getting more and more incomprehensible?"

Firework Zhou who came behind heard Xiangli's voice, and hurriedly explained: "She was in a hurry, and she just forgot to take it off." The dry wolf hair was taken off.

Sometimes when looking at the account books gets tiresome, Fang Zhihui likes to stick the wolf hairs turning around in his hands in his hair bun. Such an informal way, he was also taken aback when he saw it for the first time.

But when she went out on weekdays, she still remembered to take it down.Today... I really ran too fast!

Xiangli let out an "oh", glanced at Fang Zhihui's messy hair, and said with a milk shortbread in his hand, "Come with me! Miss just woke up, just had dinner, Zen Master Huijue is asking a doctor."

Although the poison was cured, Zen Master Huijue still wanted to ask about the situation in line with the principle of a beginning and an end.

Including but not limited to "how do you feel", "may you have dizziness and discomfort", "what's your appetite" and so on.

When entering the door after Xiangli, who was carrying a large plate of milk crisps, Fang Zhihui saw Zen Master Huijue sitting at the table and taking notes from behind Xiangli.

"How's your appetite?" Zen Master Huijue asked.

"Not bad." It was still Qing Lingling's familiar voice, no different from before.If I had to say yes, it would be that after resting for so many days, I obviously noticed that the tone was more moist. Obviously, Jiang Si rested very well.

Fang Zhihui looked up, er... In front of him was a large plate of fragrant pears with milk crisps. Beside the fragrant pears was Zen Master Huijue who was recording. She raised her foot but had nowhere to put her foot down. She wanted to take a look at Jiang Si, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, but found that she couldn't get around for a while.

Xiangli put the large plate of milk crisps on the table, and carefully scooped the cut melons and fruits with a silver spoon and placed them on the milk-filled crisps.

Seeing the little maid picking and choosing, I'm afraid she will have to pick and choose for a while.

This little maid has always been serious about eating.Fang Zhihui sighed, and wanted to stand on tiptoes to look in, but only saw the layered gauze curtains, and did not see the person sitting and talking in the gauze curtains.

Fang Zhihui had no choice but to pull a stool, and sat down at the embroidery table first, but looked at the suitcases taken out on both sides and was very puzzled: Wake up and wake up, what do you take out the suitcases for?Could it be that after a detoxification effort, what problems can there be with the previous clothes?
The good road was blocked by a few suitcases, and they couldn't go to talk to Jiang Si, Fang Zhihui said angrily.

Neither Zen Master Huijue in the room nor Xiangli, who was concentrating on making milky crisps, noticed Fang Zhihui's gloom, and were just doing what they were doing on their own.

"What did you eat?" asked Zen Master Huijue, who was taking notes.

"I ate a bowl of rice, drank chicken soup, and ate cucumbers, but I haven't eaten meat yet," Qing Lingling said with a smile in her voice. When preparing evening meals, what should Zen Master Huijue think is good for cooking meat?"

Langhao, who was seriously recording, stopped suddenly. Zen Master Huijue thought for a while, and said seriously: "I think the stewed lion's head is good, and there is braised pork in a crock pot, and there is fish head tofu with pickled cabbage from Sichuan. Also appetizing, plus..."

Listening to Zen Master Huijue reporting the dishes for a table, Fang Zhihui couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, and said, "This dish... I don't know whether Jiang Si eats it or Zen Master, you, a monk, eat it yourself!"

Zen Master Huijue laughed twice when he heard "haha", stretched out his hand, showing his dark and strong arms, and said: "The poor monk has worked hard for the diagnosis and treatment of Miss Jiang Si these few days. You see, she has lost a lot of weight? It should be Make up more."

Fang Zhihui rolled his eyes at such an impolite approach, and was about to speak when he heard the clear and lingling voice behind him.

"Fang Er is here?"

Fang Zhihui let out a casual "hmm", and it happened that Xiangli also finished the big plate of milk crisps at this time and walked towards the gauze tent.

Seeing that there was finally a gap between the human wall and the suitcase wall in front of her, Fang Zhihui got up quickly, and was about to walk towards the gauze tent.

Following behind Xiangli, she turned around and walked around the beauty lamp next to the suitcase, and heard Xiangli calling "Miss" in front of her, Fang Zhihui instinctively looked up and followed Xiangli's voice.

And then... there was a scream.

"Which one are you? Why are you sleeping on Jiang Si's bed?"

Zhou Wenxun, who was watching the fireworks recorded by Zen Master Huijue, got up, skipped Zen Master Huijue who was writing a book in front of him, looked over, and said aloud: "Grandma, have you not seen Miss Jiang Si for a long time?" recognize……?"

Under the overlapped gauze curtains, there is a figure lying on the side. The blue tulle skirt and the wide skirt hang down to cover half of the bed. On the top of the head, a loose single bun is casually tied with a wooden hairpin. The rest of the long hair Spread out like a waterfall.

The beauty lying on her side supported her head with one hand, and put her other hand on her body casually, looking towards them like this.

The word "I got it" dissipated in his throat, and Firework Zhou looked at the person lying on his side on the bed and suddenly became hoarse.

After being taken aback for a moment, he asked the same question as Fang Zhihui.

"Who are you?"

The beauty lying on her side raised her eyebrows, pursed her lips slightly, and her eyes, which looked like peach blossoms, were bent. She seemed to want to laugh, but she didn't laugh out loud. The bed sat up.

It's obviously a very simple movement, anyone can do it, but I don't know whether it's because the beauty lying on the side is too beautiful or the temperament is too special, or it's the illusion of his fellow Fang Zhihui, who just thinks it's so calm and breezy to sit up There is an inexplicable sense of grace and nobility in her beauty.

Putting the milk crisp mountain on the small table next to the bed, Xiangli gathered up the gauze curtain, and hooked the gauze curtain on the golden hook hanging beside the bed.Compared to the astonishment of Fireworks Zhou and Fang Zhihui, her reaction was calm and composed.

"What's the matter with you two? Are your eyes not working well?" After Xiangli finished hanging the golden hook, she handed the milk fruit Sushan to Jiang Shaoyan, and then gave the two of them an angry look, saying, "Lie Who else is on the bed besides our lady?"

"It's not...she...she...this..." Fang Zhihui pointed at the beauty sitting on the bed, unable to speak, "This...is this Jiang Si?" Suddenly, before Xiangli could speak, she He shook his head repeatedly and said, "How...how is it possible?"

"How is it impossible?" Xiangli frowned, looking at Fang Zhihui and Fireworks Zhou who were stunned in place with a puzzled face, "Why can't you recognize this? Isn't this our lady? It's not like I haven't seen her before." Yes? It’s just that it’s been cleared up recently!”

Speaking of this, Xiangli couldn't help worrying again: "Miss has to make up more recently."

No one paid any attention to Xiangli's words "Miss, please make up more", Fang Zhihui stared at the beauty in front of her with a smile on her face, paused, and asked cautiously, "You...you are Jiang Si?"

She responded with a faint "hmm".

The familiar voice of Qing Lingling, it was Jiang Si who was right.

But...how could it be?
Firework Zhou behind him seemed to have finally recovered his voice at this time, and asked Xiangli who was not at all surprised: "Your lady has changed so much, why didn't you say it earlier?"

If he had said it earlier, he and Fang Zhihui wouldn't have been so shocked.

Xiangli glanced at him and said, "I told you, my young lady has lost weight."

Fireworks Week: "...you said that every time." But every time the so-called reduction seems to be the same as before.

"That's because your eyes are bad!" Xiangli shook her head, glanced at Fireworks Zhou and Fang Zhihui who were still in shock, and seriously suggested, "Why don't you go and see your eyes!"

Fireworks Week: "...You can see the reduction in the past, but the reduction in this time is like a different person, why isn't it shocking?"

"Scared?" The beauty sitting on the bed asked, stretched out her hand to touch her face, and said with a smile, "I've seen the bronze mirror, is my appearance scary? You two are actually scared?"

"You don't look scary at all!" Fang Zhihui also came back to her senses at this time, she looked at Jiang Shaoyan in front of her with a complicated expression, "Not only is it not scary, but it is also beautiful, extremely beautiful! For us, one night There are too many changes between them, as if they were taken away by ghosts and fairies."

This description... Jiang Shaoyan couldn't help laughing when she heard it.

Still the same familiar laughter and tone, even the movements of raising eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same as before.The sense of distance that had changed too much before and after gradually disappeared, Fang Zhihui sat down by the bed, paused, and said again: "I was still thinking about what kind of beauty would be a good match standing next to your fiancée?" , now it seems that we are all really blind. Your fiancé and the little girl next to you just have a pair of good eyes!"

Looking at the beauty who raised her eyes and smiled lowly in front of her, Fang Zhihui couldn't help but look at it for a while, and after a while, she couldn't help feeling emotional again: "You look like this, standing with your fiancé, we don't care Know which one is cheaper."

What would Jiang Si look like if he lost weight?Fang Zhihui didn't think about it seriously before, but she also knew that she would not be ugly.After all, Uncle Dongping's appearance is here, and they have seen the portrait of Mrs. Jiang before, so they know that not only is it not ugly, but it is also very beautiful.

But they originally thought it was pretty, at most it was the kind of beauties you could see by chance on the streets of the capital, not the kind of beauty in front of you... a rare and soul-stirring beauty in the world.

What puzzled her even more was that the woman in front of her reacted calmly, even a little too calmly, when she treated herself as if she had changed her appearance.It was as if she had long been used to such a soul-stirring and special color.

Fang Zhihui finds it puzzling: She thinks that if she can get such a look in one day, she will wish she could never leave her hand, buy thousands of beautiful clothes, beautiful clothes, gold branches and jade hairpins, so that she can dress herself up well, and then run in front of people and let everyone Look at your face!
It was as if a giant treasure had fallen from the sky, and the excitement wouldn't last for ten and a half months.

Jiang Si...how could Jiang Si be so calm?It seems to have been used to it.Fang Zhihui was puzzled.

Not only calm, but the girl who just woke up sitting on the bed has already started to talk about business: "Flying pigeons in Baoling sent a letter to tell you, sister, that I woke up, so they don't panic, and we can plan everything in the long run."

Fang Zhihui let out an "oh" and said, "I'll release the pigeons in a while."

Such a sentence is enough for Feige to spread the word.

After saying this, the girl patted the book next to her that she had already read, paused, and said: "I will edit another book, you can find someone you can trust, and send it back to Baoling personally In the hands of the elder sister."

The former Flying Pigeon Chuanshu couldn't say anything important, just to appease.The latter letter is the key.

"Qian San, Mother Chun, I want to meet them," the girl said, "and the shopkeeper named Shi Yaoqian brought over from Luoyang City."

When the name "Shi Yaoqian" was mentioned, Fang Zhihui couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth: "There is no shopkeeper in my Fang family who dares to call this name so straightforwardly."

But despite muttering, Fang Zhihui is still willing to do what should be done.

Fang Zhihui nodded, and said, "Just wait, within an hour, I will ask them all to appear in front of you."

The girl smiled and said "OK".After saying this, she lowered her eyelids, picked up the mountain of soufflé and dug it up.

Fang Zhihui wanted to say something, but was dragged away by Firework Zhou behind him: "Grandma, hurry up and get down to business, it's important to bring someone here! Don't pester Miss Jiang Si!"

Miss Jiang Si looked like she was looking for someone else to talk to!

It wasn't just Fireworks Week who had winking eyes, Zen Master Huijue, who was crouching on the table with a pen to record, put down the brush in his hand, blew on the record in front of him, and turned to ask Jiang Shaoyan: "Miss Jiang Si, does the poor monk want to retire? "

"Master Zen doesn't need to retreat." The girl looked at him and said with a smile, "Ji Chongyan dared to be so reassuring about Master Zen... So what exactly did Master Zen get involved in back then? Can you tell me something?"

Chan Master Huijue might not know all about Mr. Jiang and his party, otherwise he wouldn't have been taken captive to work as a cook in the cottage.

She was curious about the part that Zen Master knew.

"Zen master knows how to detoxify me, besides being proficient in this way, is it a coincidence that the poison on my body is a coincidence?" The girl asked seriously.

Even though he knew that Jing Ci, a young friend who had never forgotten his age, was smart, Zen Master Huijue couldn't help but twitched his lips when he healed the little girl on the front foot, and the little girl dragged him in on the back foot.

Such an appearance of turning faces like flipping through a book is really the same as her fiancé.

Those Taoist priests on Jiulongling who are good at witchcraft, the poison brought by her mother's womb, and Zen Master Huijue who is proficient in this way and happens to be able to cure the poison.

"I don't really believe in such a coincidence." Jiang Shaoyan looked at Zen Master Huijue and said, "So, can Master Huijue explain to me?"

Of course, the Dajing imperial family did these things out of selfishness, but the help of these witchcraft, poison, and Taoism is indispensable.

With the shocking ideas of the Dajing imperial family standing in front of them, ordinary people tend to ignore the things behind these ideas and the things that support the ideas to take shape.

(End of this chapter)