Juan Wang and his wife are also acting affectionately today

Chapter 28 The Lively Qingshui Town
On the tree-lined path, two teenagers walked side by side, one tall and one short, one white and one black.

The tall black-skinned boy's smooth black hair was tied high with a red rope, his nose was straight, his eyes of different colors shone brightly, and he held a piece of dog's tail grass in the corner of his mouth, asking, "" Your Highness, is Mr. Jiang in Qingshui Town so magical? Is it worth your trip?"

A slightly shorter boy, with a face as white as jade, wearing a golden crown, a pair of phoenix eyes sparkling, with a sense of oppression that belongs to the superior, "Mubai, don't call me Your Highness when you are outside, be careful to reveal your identity."

Mu Bai curled his lips and said, "Isn't there no one here?"

Mu Bai met Xie Nanning's dark eyes, and was instantly defeated. Spreading his hands, he replied, "Okay, okay, okay, I know I was wrong."

When the two arrived at Qingshui Town, there were already many people who came here admiringly. They mixed in the crowd to inquire about Jiang Buwan secretly.

People in the town praised Jiang Buwan a lot, saying that she taught children well and was very patient.

They also learned that Jiang Buwan's husband, Xiang Zhihan, was also a well-known miracle doctor, and he had cured the disease in Lin'an County earlier.

Mu Bai bit the apple and said, "Compared to this Mrs. Jiang, I am more interested in her husband Xiang Zhihan."

Mu Bai fights and kills every day, if there is a genius doctor by his side, his life safety can be better guaranteed.

Xie Nanning: "Don't forget the purpose of our trip."

Recently, there have been many travelers from other places in Qingshui Town. They speak with different accents, but their words and deeds reveal the bookish spirit of a literati.

And these travelers all have the same goal, Jiang is not too late.

No matter whether Jiang Buwan was at home or in Hongmeng Academy, people would come to see him. If it was only two or three people, it would be fine, but Jiang Buwan had already met more than ten people in just two days. More and more.

Jiang Buwan really didn't have the heart to deal with it, so after thinking about it, she decided to hold a banquet and invite those who wanted to see her together for a day.

Jiang Buwan had just gotten rid of those scholars and returned home, only to hear a lot of scholars gathered in front of the pharmacy looking for her, making Xiang Zhihan unable to see the patients properly.

Jiang Buwan hid behind the door and whispered to Qingruo who was busy standing in front of the medicine cabinet.

Qing Ruo heard Jiang Buwan's voice, put down the things in her hands, and ran forward, "Sister Wan, what's the matter?"

"Go and tell them that I will hold a dinner at Hongmeng Academy in the future, and you can meet me there."

Qingruo nodded and said, "Understood."

"Wait." Jiang Buwan called Qingruo to stop, handed her a few invitation cards from his bosom, and said, "Give them this card."

Although Hongmeng Academy is large, its capacity is limited. In order to prevent too many people coming to the banquet in the future, she and Cui Jing hurriedly wrote some invitations today, just in case.

"Okay." Qing Ruo took the post, then stepped forward generously, chatted with the waiting scholars, and handed the post to them.

Qing Ruo followed Xiang Zhihan and Jiang Buwan all day long, so she learned a lot.

Just treat people a little bit, and the little girl who was still in Lin'an at that time has changed drastically.

Xiang Zhihan, who was writing the prescription, heard Qingruo's movement, and raised his eyes to look at Jiang Buwan behind the curtain.

His clear face was gentle, and there was a smile on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. If there were no patients in front of him, there was no doubt that he would immediately put down his pen and get up to find Jiang sooner or later.

Jiang Buwan met Xiang Zhihan's affectionate eyes, his heart trembled, and he silently lowered the door curtain. Xiang Zhihan hadn't been quite right for the past few days.

How should I put it, the previous Xiang Zhihan seemed to be dancing in shackles. He was very kind to her, but it could also be seen that he had been restraining and even avoiding Jiang Buwan's proactive intimacy.

But now Xiang Zhihan has become a lot clingier, wishing he could be with Jiang Buwan all the time.

Jiang Buwan used to dare to tease him because he knew that Xiang Zhihan would find a reason to avoid him shyly, but now Jiang Buwan didn't dare.

She didn't know whether Xiang Zhihan would accept it shyly or take the initiative. .Attack?
After Xiang Zhihan finished seeing the last patient, the scholars in the pharmacy also left one after another, and the lively pharmacy fell silent in an instant.

Xiang Zhihan got up and said, "Qingruo, close the door."

After he finished his confession, he couldn't wait to go to the back hall to find Jiang. It's not too late. We will meet each other tomorrow, but he couldn't get enough of it.

"Wanwan." Xiang Zhihan found Jiang Buwan who was writing at his desk in the courtyard, and there were invitation cards in front of her.

"Is there no patient in the pharmacy?" Jiang Buwan raised his head and asked.

"No more." Xiang Zhihan sat down next to her, he looked at the red invitation on the table, but suddenly thought in his mind, if he and Wanwan held a wedding, would the wedding invitation be written like this.

"I really envy my husband." Jiang Buwan said, "Recently a lot of people have come to see me, which makes me overwhelmed. I hope that after this dinner, these scholars can leave as soon as possible, and we can resume our peaceful life in the past .”

Jiang Buwan babbled for a long time, but she didn't hear Xiang Zhihan speak. She turned her head curiously, and Xiang Zhihan stared blankly at the invitation in her hand, not knowing what she was thinking.

By the way, Xiang Zhihan's recent weirdness is also reflected in his frequent distraction.

Jiang Buwan raised his hand and walked around Xiang Zhihan's eyes, saying, "Husband? Why are you silent? What are you thinking?"

Xiang Zhihan came back to his senses, "Wanwan, let me help you write together."

"Okay." Jiang Buwan rubbed his wrists and said, "I wrote with Cui Jing for a long time today and didn't write much. My wrist hurts a bit from the writing."

Hearing this, Xiang Zhihan looked at the red mark on Jiang Buwan's hand, held it naturally, and then gently massaged her red and swollen place.

Jiang Buwan could feel that when Xiang Zhihan was pressing, the aura was flowing into her body. The warm aura swirled around her tired fingers and wrists, taking away the fatigue.

"Are you feeling better?" Xiang Zhihan asked in a warm voice, his hands were white and tender, and when rubbed they were so soft that one couldn't put it down.

"It's much more comfortable." Jiang Buwan pulled out his hand, shook it, and said, "Husband is really amazing, it doesn't hurt at all now."

Xiang Zhihan smiled, took down a pen from the pen holder, and continued writing after Jiang Buwan's invitation, "Wanwan, rest. I'll help you write."

The biggest characteristic of Xiang Zhihan's handwriting is that it is correct, with one stroke and one stroke, as if it was printed, but occasionally the strokes in the early part will add a little surprise, like a good boy who is usually serious, and occasionally Do something deviant.

"But I still have a lot of invitations to write." Jiang Buwan pointed to a thick stack of brand new invitations on the ground, and said, "Can my husband write it all by himself?"

(End of this chapter)