palm surgery

Chapter 15
After a while, He Lingjiang went to He Xiangshan Courtyard to chat and read with him every other day. He Xiangshan would often fall asleep with the gentle sound of reading.

He smiled and said, "It's a good way to hypnotize Jiang to read. My sleep has gotten better and better in recent days."

Seeing that his complexion has improved a lot, Song Shi is also a little happy: "I slept well, and my complexion has really improved a lot. If it can really be hypnotized, I should ask Jiang to come back in the evening and read the last paragraph to the master. I listened by the side, I'm not sure I can sleep better when I go back."

He Xiangshan laughed: "What to do with her, she can come whenever she wants. What's more, I've gotten a lot better these days, and now I can get out of bed for a couple of laps, and I don't sleep like that at night. Chest tightness and shortness of breath."

"Let her be busy with her own business. This child doesn't seem to run out every day like before, and I rarely hear her talk about painting recently, but don't be bored by something."

Song Shi laughed at him: "When I was obsessed with painting stones before, you said she didn't know how to come to accompany you more. Now that you don't run out, you are afraid that she will be bored. Lord, you..."

He Xiangshan couldn't help but smile.

He Lingjiang naturally wouldn't get bored. Although it was inconvenient for her to go out to bask in the sun, she stayed in the room to concentrate on practising mystic arts, and by the way, gave instructions to Aman, and she lived a fulfilling life.

After breakfast, Qiongzhi helped her to clean up the brushes and inks that had been used on the table, and arrange them neatly. In the painting jar next to the desk, there were still several scrolls of paintings drawn by He Qiniangzi.

"Qi Niangzi, the sun is just right, why don't you take out these paintings and dry them."

He Lingjiang walked over, took out a scroll from the painting vat, and slowly unfolded the painting.

She is not good at painting, but she has seen many famous works.The painting in hand has fine and rigorous lines, mellow and graceful, elegant and rich colors, and the depiction of the figures is even more meticulous.

Over time, painters will be able to gain a place for themselves in the way of calligraphy and painting.

She loves to paint and is good at painting, so it is no wonder that others call He Qiniangzi a "painter idiot" in private.

It's just a pity for such a little girl.

She sighed in her heart and handed the scroll to Qiongzhi: "Take it out and dry it, be careful, don't break it."

Qiongzhi should be, and greeted Qingzhu to put up a shelf in the courtyard.

After she was busy with her work, Qiongzhi stepped into the house and said with a smile, "As soon as this picture scroll was unfolded, the people in the courtyard couldn't help but look at it. The painting skills of Qi Niangzi are indeed the best among the many young ladies in Linchuan. of."

"Yes, the painting skills of Qi Niangzi need to be said." Qingzhu continued, "Speaking of which, I rarely see you painting recently."

He Lingjiang flipped through the book and said in a low voice, "The ancients said, do one thing, focus on one thing, and focus on one thing. Now Aman and I are busy learning to draw talismans, and other things can only be discussed later."

Qingzhu nodded, too.

"Okay, it's time to go to my father's courtyard, let Aman come over."

He Lingjiang put down the scroll, took Mi Li and put it on himself, then Aman held the umbrella and continued to study.

To this day, seven or eight out of ten spells on He Xiangshan's body have been removed, and the rest is to nourish vitality.

Don't be in a hurry, take your time.

What's more, the man who cast the curse has not reacted so far, which makes people wonder if he has found something wrong and dare not act.

Aman was slightly behind her with an umbrella, and He Lingjiang led the maids all the way through the veranda. When passing through the garden, he saw a person walking over with a leisurely gait.

The man was only in his early twenties. He was dressed in a moon-white brocade silk round-neck robe, with blue-patterned boots, a sword around his waist, and a fluttering robe while walking.

After seeing He Lingjiang, the man walked a few steps forward.

A Man reminded softly, "It's Lord Shilang."

Oh, it turned out to be that person from He Fu who was even less home than himself.

The Shilang master of the He family, the poet He.

He Lingjiang is still an elder after all. He Lingjiang was about to bow his knees and salute, but he saw the other party rush forward: "Look at the way you are talking. Lingjiang, I heard that you can't bask in the sun recently, is it true?"

While speaking, he reached out his hand and ripped off the power fence on He Lingjiang's head with a neat movement.

Although he was covered by an umbrella, He Lingjiang still felt like a needle was pierced all over his body, and there was a sense of anxiety in his soul.

A Man was shocked: "A Lang!"

She was about to ask Lord Shirou to return the power fence to the Seventh Lady, but she heard her own lady smile softly, with an unprecedentedly gentle tone: "Of course it's true."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lord Shirou leaning back and sitting on the ground with his buttocks.

Gee, that's really not a big deal.

He Lingjiang calmly retracted the right foot he just stretched out, put on the power fence again, and covered his body tightly.

"He Lingjiang!"

A Man only felt that Poet He's angry roar echoed in his ears.

He Lingjiang flipped the black veil in front of him: "What?"

"Okay, you have eaten the bear's heart and leopard's guts. You are so disrespectful to your elders, and you even attacked me when I wasn't prepared."

Poet He was about to faint from anger. It was a great shame and a great shame. Thinking that he has traveled for many years and acted as a chivalrous man, he has never suffered such a humiliation.

"Who is he?" He Lingjiang asked Aman sideways, "You all know, I don't remember the past."

Aman was speechless when she opened her eyes and said nonsense, so she had to repeat: "Hui Qi Niangzi, this is Lord Shilang."

"Oh? Is that so? I still don't have an impression." He Lingjiang shook his head.

Poet He was dizzy with anger at her deliberately pretending to be stupid. He took a deep breath, got up quickly, and patted his shirt. There was a faint footprint printed on the moon-white silk robe.

He said fiercely: "He Lingjiang, you remember it for me! I am your fourth uncle, He Poet!"

He Lingjiang wondered: "Are you good at writing poetry?"

"What's the matter with you!"

"Then how do you call it a poet?" she said seriously, "If you call it a poet, and you can't write poetry, wouldn't it be very shameful."

Poet He felt a stumbling block in his heart, he felt that this was coming back, and this girl He Lingjiang was poking his heart and lung tube thorns everywhere.

As the old son of the grandfather of the He family, he grew up in the palm of his hand. After his father died, his eldest brother was much older than him, and he also spoiled him.

Who would have thought that since the girl He Lingjiang was taken back to the house by her eldest brother, all the favors were snatched away by this girl, and now she is going to climb on his head!

Poet He pointed at her, fiercely: "Wait for me!"

"Okay. Just waiting for what?"

Poet He choked, could he, as an elder, still beat this girl?Going to complain to the eldest brother and elder sister-in-law is nothing if you think about it, not to mention that the elder sister-in-law is still ill.

"Fourth uncle blames me for being disrespectful to my elders?" He Lingjiang sighed, "I also saw Mi Li being robbed, and my subconscious reaction was fearful. You probably don't know that your niece is not feeling well these days and can't get sunlight."

"I don't think so, Fourth Uncle, you couldn't avoid it, and you didn't work hard. I just kicked it lightly, and you fell out. I'm really sorry."

After saying that, she bowed her knees slightly to congratulate the poet and saluted to express her apology.

Poet He's face was flushed: "It's my fault to grab your power fence. But you can't win without martial arts! How can young people be so ignorant of martial arts?"

"Then what do you want?"

"Again!"

"Ah?" He Lingjiang was puzzled, did this mean she wanted to kick him again?

Could this Lord of the Fourth He family have a disease in his brain?

(End of this chapter)