Nongmen doctor girl: flirt with a sick and charming first child

Chapter 115

In Liniang's opinion, Jingchen's slender fingers could play the harp, jade, flute, and flute, but they couldn't get involved in cooking fumes.

An Jingchen had never done farm work since he was a child, let alone cooked. When they burned down the kitchen after getting married, Qiao Muyao completely gave up on letting him cook.

During this time in Fucheng, he got used to and fell in love with her cooking. During this time when Qiao Muchao was not at home, he was not used to it and could only rely on copying books to calm his irritable mood.

He wasn't the only one who wasn't used to it, Yelu Shaoqing felt like he was about to get sick from facing An Jingchen, a wooden figure all day long.

Fortunately, the time agreed with Xu Dongzhi has not come yet. Every time it is meal time, she brings her little daughter to An's house on time to help cook.After the An family's meal was ready, the eldest daughter also prepared porridge and side dishes at home, so that she could eat them when she returned home.

Yelu Shaoqing also went to Dongzhi's house to play with the two girls, but every time she came back, she saw Ding Meng'er being so shameless and running home to pester An Jingchen.

How could she not know what this woman was thinking about?

Sister Mu Yao dislikes her the most. If she comes back suddenly and sees her at home, she will definitely be unhappy.

No, I have to keep an eye on her for my sister to prevent her from getting into trouble again.

That's what Yelu Shaoqing thought and did. She didn't go anywhere these days. She just watched the ants in An's yard and stared at the actions next door.

Seeing Ding Meng'er coming from a distance, she quickly ran towards the house.

Seeing this, Ding Meng'er quickened her pace, and when she reached the door, she found that the door was open.

It's strange, when this girl sees me, she either slams the door shut, or she yells and kills her, and blocks the door with a stick, preventing me from entering.

The sun rises from the west, and this girl has changed her gender?

Ding Meng'er was suspicious when she saw Yelu Shaoqing holding a copper basin and splashing the cold dirty water on her face with lightning speed.

"what!"

She screamed and shouted: "You are sick!"

"roll!"

Yelu Shaoqing's round eyes glared at her fiercely, looking particularly terrifying.

Before coming here, she had been reminding herself to endure the humiliation, be humble, and not to get angry no matter what, but the smelly water made her really want to vomit.

Ding Meng'er couldn't bear it any longer and immediately roared furiously: "Who do you think you are? Why do you want me to get out!"

Not knowing what was in the water or why it smelled so bad, Ding Meng'er picked up the sleeve that was not wet and wiped the water stains on her face randomly.

There were some fish scales on the bun, and there were even tiny fish intestines hanging on it. As soon as Ding Meng'er's face was wiped dry, water drops dripped down along the ends of her hair.

"What does this smell like... yuck!"

Before he finished speaking, Ding Meng'er squatted on the ground and retched.

"Haha, this fish soup tastes pretty good, right?"

Her embarrassed look made Shao Qing smile from ear to ear, "Get out of here quickly, otherwise you will end up drinking fish soup next time!"

fish!
During this period of time, she couldn't smell anything fishy. Looking at the tiny fish scales on her sleeves, Ding Meng'er's stomach began to churn, followed by retching one after another.

It just smells fishy. How could she, a country girl from the countryside, be so squeamish?
Hearing this familiar voice, Yelu Shaoqing was startled, "You...could you be pregnant?"

Like thunder exploding above her head, Ding Meng'er hurriedly covered her mouth, trying her best to calm down her emotions and suppress the nausea.

Feeling a little better, she immediately stood up with the burden in her arms, pretending to be calm and said: "It's just disgusting, you girl, don't talk nonsense." Yelu Shaoqing was stunned, "That's right, Brother Jingchen won't come back. More than 20 days, even if you are pregnant, you won’t have a reaction so quickly.”

This girl is really only seven or eight years old, why is she so familiar with these things?

Ding Meng'er's eyes flashed with panic, "You...get out of the way, I want to give shoes to Brother Jingchen."

"What kind of shoes are you giving? Get out of here and smell how stinky you are. Brother Jingchen is an elegant scholar. How can you be so embarrassed to approach him like you?"

Not only did Yelu Shaoqing not get out of the way, she even yelled angrily.

If she was shouting to kill, she would rather risk getting hurt to break in. Maybe Brother Jingchen would feel pity for her when he saw the injuries on her body.

But the fishy smell all over her body was disgusting to her, not to mention Brother Jingchen.

Brother Jingchen burns incense and studies. He is an elegant scholar. If he ran in front of him with such a stinking smell, he might even dislike himself even more.

Do not!
We must not give Brother Jingchen the impression of such a heavy taste.

Ding Meng'er glared at her resentfully, then turned around reluctantly. After taking two steps, she turned back, lowered her voice and said viciously: "If you dare to do this again in the future, I will beat you to death!"

An Jingchen seemed to be sitting quietly in front of the desk copying books, but his heart was flying to the sky. He was thinking about Qiao Muyao, where was she and what was she doing at the moment?Will you come back...

As for the quarrel at the door, he didn't pay any attention or even listen to it.

On the hillock of Pine Tree Castle, the two men had left, leaving only Qiao Muchao sitting on the stone, staring at the sunset in a daze.

What happened to Zhao Huaiyu?
What does it mean to praise without hesitation? He must let his father make me the county chief.

An Baoci is a county lord. Looking at her arrogant look, you can tell how glorious the status of a county lord is for a non-royal woman.

She had read a lot of novels in her previous life, and she knew how difficult it would be for someone with a background like hers to be named a county lord.

But once he is named the county lord, wouldn't he be one step closer to the palace?

Power seems to be a dazzling thing, but if you are not careful, it will break into pieces. She does not want to get involved in that vortex.

Although she sternly refused, Zhao Huaiyu refused to give up no matter what.

"Since you don't agree, I'd better leave without saying goodbye."

Qiao Muchao stood up and straightened her skirt, turned around and walked down the mountain, but she didn't notice that the plum blossom skirt that had been hidden under her gown was exposed under this twist.

In order to facilitate the practice of medicine, she wore men's clothes during this period, such as sachets and sachets, which were naturally not exposed casually.

She walked to the military camp thoughtfully, and the belt hanging around her waist kept swaying with her steps, making it look particularly conspicuous.

Although the soldiers passing by paid her attention and saluted her repeatedly, Qiao Muyao was too preoccupied with her thoughts to notice this.

"and many more!"

Just as she was about to reach her tent, a burly man dressed as a soldier stopped her.

"What's the matter?" Qiao Muyao finally came back to her senses.

The young general glanced around furtively, then lowered his voice and said with a smile: "Little brother, can you take a step to speak?"

(End of this chapter)