Mrs. Cultivation Notes

Chapter 2 What is the little Doudou you feed?
The white-headed old temple master glanced at her, hesitated to speak, turned around and left cruelly.

Xiao Nuannuan was stuffed into a sedan chair by Aunt Yuping, and brought a few maids and servants all the way into Yan's house.

When she was young, she didn't know that her destiny had already begun. Yan Qingchen's three souls lost his seven souls, and he couldn't get up at all.

He was sent directly to the wedding room, for fear of delaying the auspicious time.

Aunt Yuping took her in, uncovered her head, and stuffed a talisman paper she had asked for under Yan Qingchen's pillow.

"Little madam, you can touch the second young master and talk to the second young master, he will recover from his illness."

Xiao Nuannuan didn't understand, and secretly squeezed the peanuts she just took from the corner of the table in her palm.

The chubby little face was full of ignorance and ignorance, but she still touched Yan Qingchen's face according to Aunt Yuping's instructions.

White and clean, in Xiao Nuannuan's eyes, it looks like the most delicious milk cake.

"Your face is so nice to touch, it looks like milk cake. I heard from the old temple master that you are sick, so you should get better soon. It's not good to be sick, and you need to take very bitter medicine."

As if the medicine had already reached her mouth, Su Nuannuan had a look of disgust, and her little face was wrinkled together.

Aunt Yuping was happy, "Oh, yes, that's it. Madam, you are talking with the young master, we will come to see you later."

Aunt Yuping left, Su Nuannuan muttered a few words, feeling a little uncomfortable sitting by the bed.

He simply stretched his legs and kicked in mid-air, throwing off the two little red embroidered shoes, revealing his tender little feet.

He climbed up to Yan Qingchen's bed and sat down.

He patted the bed and muttered, "Wow, it's really soft, like it's on a cloud."

The white clouds in her imagination were so soft.

He leaned forward and stared at Yan Qingchen's face.

"You look so good-looking, like a portrait in a Taoist temple."

Xiaotuanzi stared at him seriously, as if he was eating something seriously and carefully.He also lowered his head and sniffed, the smell on Yan Qingchen was very good.

He took a few breaths suddenly, as if tasting some delicious food.

As if remembering something, he suddenly looked at Yan Qingchen who was lying motionless.

"Are you hungry, so you don't have the energy to get up and talk. I have Xiaodoudou, let me eat it for you. After eating, you can get up and talk!"

Silently, he took out a red candy from the small bag hanging on his waist.

The little hand forcefully opened his mouth, stuffed sugar into his mouth, and closed it again.

I smacked my lips for him, and asked to myself, "Is it delicious? Tell me when you wake up!"

He pursed his lips and smiled complacently, his little face puffed up.

There was a little girl standing furtively at the door, staring at it until midnight, but she didn't see any improvement, and then trotted away in peace.

"Second Aunt, don't worry, it's useless. The Second Young Master is still lying on the hospital bed, as if dead!" The little girl flattered and invited credit.

The second aunt rubbed the ointment on the handguard and smelled the ointment in the box.

Handed it to the little girl, "That's good! In the morning, you can find a fortune teller to make arrangements. Just say that this little girl broke into the soul of the second young master, and just drive this little girl out! It's the seventh day of July. It's just against us, don't kill Yan Qingchen, and another loser."

"Yes!"

"By the way, those who give medicine to the second young master should beat and beat hard, so that they can understand that the future head of the Yan family is our young master, not this person who has stepped into the gate of hell with one foot." Second aunt Stern reminder.

There was an eager smile in his eyes, he touched the handkerchief and talked to himself.

"Just wait, within a year, the head of the Yan family, as well as the young commander-in-chief are all from my family Qing Huan.

(End of this chapter)