The Three Masters in Brocade Clothes of Daming Gate

The backyard of Zhou Zhitong's private house.

"I won't take medicine! I won't take medicine!" The always obedient house suddenly became obstinate, throwing off Lan Xishu's arms and standing in front of the bed curtain with his waist twisted.

Zhou Zhitong bent over to look at Lan Xishu and then at the house. The doctor next to him was stroking his gray beard in trouble.

"The house is good! How can you get better after taking medicine!" Lan Xishu's forehead was sweating, but he was very patient, and said softly, holding the shoulder of the house: "The old doctor also said that taking a day or two will reduce the fever." It'll be fine."

"That's right! If I'm afraid of suffering, I can prepare some honey!" Zhou Zhitong asked the old maid to prepare for the suffering according to the medicine prescribed by the doctor. [

"No! I hate taking medicine the most!" The house turned around and hung its head against Lan Xishu's chest and insisted: "Don't take medicine. I used to not take medicine when I was sick."

"Then tell me!" The old doctor was more patient, with spots of wrinkles on his face: "I also have folk remedies, just slow down."

"Take a hot bath, and then get some wine to rub and sweat." The house leaned against Lan Xishu's chest and tilted its head to see the old doctor who stretched his neck and smiled at him kindly, and the old doctor immediately smiled. The folds are more vivid, and the delicate and somewhat stubborn house is sickly but cute.

Before Lan Xishu could order, Zhou Zhitong hurriedly ordered the old lady who was standing at the door: "That's easy to say, quickly prepare hot water and make wine!"

The old doctor added: "Ginger brown sugar soup should be hot, this one sweats fast!"

Zhou Zhitong gave a few words of reassurance, and Lan Xishu untied the Xiuchun knife and put it on the table, then casually put the Jinyiwei token in his waist and the gold medal from His Royal Highness together with the Xiuchun knife, and Zhou Zhi looked at it together. He was dumbfounded, and his initial doubts about Lan Xishu's official rank were gone. Regardless of his age, these two cards alone were not enough for him to knock eight heads a day.

Zhou Zhitong's back house became busy because of the arrival of Lan Xishu's house. It was like inviting a great god in a small temple. Zhou Zhitong was afraid that the reception would not be good. .

It made the house very terrified, and she was not used to seeing a group of people working for her. In Yang's house, although Qing Hua also served her, most of the time the house was very independent.

Lan Xishu didn't like this battle either, so he dismissed it with a few polite words. Zhou Zhitong understood everything he didn't understand, and with a wave of his hand, everyone withdrew.

The door curtain was lowered.

A steaming tub was in the middle of the room, and Lan Xishu tried to test the water temperature, which was a little hot.

Sitting at the table, the house was frowning, holding a large bowl of ginger syrup and sipping it. Lan Xishu saw that there was sliced ​​ginger in the large bowl next to it, and a pot of local shochu was being heated. The misty eyes of the house have a slightly drunk taste.

"I'll do it myself, brother, you go out!" After the house drank the ginger syrup, the heat was reflected from the inside out, and the palms were sweaty, and it didn't feel so uncomfortable, and began to push Lan Xishu: "Hurry up! Brother! What are you doing?"

Lan Xishu smiled. He didn't intend to avoid it at all. Why did he avoid it? Is it still needed now?

"Stupid! Hurry up! Go inside!" Lan Xishu angrily looked at the house that was shy and refused to approach, and took the house's hand: "It's hot, but if it's cold, I have to trouble others."

"It's so embarrassing!" The house pouted shyly and shyly pushed Lan Xishu's shoulders, making him turn his back on him: "Don't look back!"

"It's not like I haven't seen it before!" Lan Xishu laughed wickedly: "I remember, the year we first met, you chased me to the alley in the rain, and I carried you home, and no one in the family was me What about the clothes I changed for you, you were so skinny back then!"

At the beginning, Lan Xishu's idea of ​​being adopted by Yang Shiqi and running away from home was put into action for several times. It was the house that locked him in that house.

"You put on your clothes for me, there is a big hole behind your buttocks, you actually tied a knot with a thread, hehe, Brother Mouse laughed his teeth out when he went out." The house lightly took off the skirt, and she entered the bathroom. Lan Xishu's heart was moved by the sound of water in the bucket. [

"But you don't like to wear my clothes now." Lan Xishu was very emotional, the house finally grew up.

"Er Niang said, girls still look better in skirts!" The house was splashed with water: "Qing Hua said, beautiful girls should wear beautiful clothes, don't waste your youth. Ya Shuang said that men like to be beautiful." Beautiful girl, you are no exception."

Um!Lan Xishu touched his nose.

Lan Xishu turned around slowly, and the house suddenly lay on the edge of the bathtub, his long hair covered the tub, the house's chin rested on his knees, the water droplets on his face and shoulders were shining and charming: "Brother! I hate it!"

Lan Xishu's imagination had already entered the water. He squatted down, and the warmth in his heart quickly heated up. He brushed away the messy wet hair on the forehead of the house with his fingers, and looked at the moist and transparent face of the house: "The house! Nanjing must tell aunt about us, okay?"

"I knew you took me back to Nanjing for this!" The house bit her lower lip but nodded sweetly: "You have said it so many times that your ears are callused."

"Look at how you're not in a hurry all day!"

"It's enough for you to be anxious!"

"The key lies in your attitude!" Lan Xishu put his fingers on the round and white shoulders that came out of the water on the road of the house. Mi Xiao didn't refuse, but turned around quietly. Lan Xishu couldn't help reaching out to touch the woman's unique soft back in the gap between the water surface. It was soft and delicate, and the numbness was felt from Lan Xishu's fingers in his heart.

"Go all out, I'll pass my aunt's test." Lan Xishu's touch made the house itchy.The house turned around and turned his face: "Brother! Will you do this to another good-looking girl in the future?"

Lan Xishu's hand stopped under the side of the house. He really wanted to touch the commanding heights in front of him, but he was afraid that the house would be disgusted by it being too abrupt: "Why are you saying something stupid all of a sudden!"

"Ya Shuang said it! A man will have three wives and four concubines!" When he said this, the house was very stuffy, his face froze, and he looked in one direction with misty eyes. The help in his eyes suddenly made Lan Xishu feel distressed.

"I didn't think about it!" Lan Xishu knew that the aunt of the house had a strong personality and became a nun because she didn't want to be a concubine. It is said that it seems to be related to the old man. This kind of concept was inevitably not instilled in the house

"What was I doing when you were like this with another girl?" The house suddenly buried its face in the water, which startled Lan Xishu. The house had never been like this before: "The house!"

The house raised its face, dripping drops of water fell, the house smiled, its eyelashes fluttered slightly, the smile was slender, soft and serious: "I can't imagine it!"

"House! Why do you keep talking nonsense, brother, as long as you are alone, there will be no other girls!" Lan Xishu's heart felt that it would be crushed by the house. When did the house become sensitive? It's so complicated: "Don't do things you don't like."

The house didn't speak, and the smile faded away, like a magnolia that opened up faintly, but there was some unresolved sadness.

"You don't believe me? Brother, make an oath!" Lan Xishu seriously raised his right hand, and before he could make up his oath, the house stretched out his arms and wrapped them around his neck: "Brother! Forget it!"

"Brother, believe me!" Lan Xishu saw the two balls pressing against his chest softly and squeezed out a semicircle, and picked up the dripping house and put it on the big towel on the bed. Buttocks, slender waist and long legs are tense like a flattened mermaid.

The house was lying on its stomach, with its face resting on its arms, and the steaming liquor splashed on its body. Lan Xishu rubbed the ginger slices soaked in the liquor vigorously on the back of the house.

"It's lost a layer of skin." The house grinned, but it was hot and comfortable.

"Who told you not to take medicine, it's so uncomfortable that you don't sweat profusely, bear with it." [

The back of the house was red, and Lan Xishu quickly wrapped the house with a bath towel.