The Cultivation of Concubine

Chapter 270 Big Persimmon (3)
Sitting in the carriage, Ajiao was already feeling unwell, but now she was a little unbearable due to the bumpy ride.Huamei looked at it, and then said, "Girl, let's rest for a while, there is still half an hour's journey to Zhuangzi."

A Jiao thought for a while, then closed her eyes and rested.

After sleeping for a while, I heard Huamei say: "It's all right, why is it raining?"

It's raining?Ajiao woke up immediately with a jolt. She opened the curtain of the carriage and took a look. The clothes of the man riding a horse outside were already a little wet.The rain is not heavy, but it tends to get bigger and bigger.Ajiao was a little distressed, and Huamei understood, and immediately asked the coachman to stop the carriage.

There was no one on this road, and no one saw it, so Ajiao was naturally reluctant to let Xiao Heng get wet in the rain.

When Xiao Heng got into the carriage, Ajiao felt a burst of dampness all of a sudden. Seeing Shizi's distressed appearance, besides distressed, he also felt a little more funny.

Seeing the little girl grinning unkindly, Xiao Heng gave her a dissatisfied look.

Seeing him getting wet from the rain makes her so happy?
Ajiao pursed her lips, then poured a cup of hot tea for Xiao Heng, and handed it over with her own hands: "Master, please drink a cup of hot tea to warm up your body." She knew that Master Shi's body was always in good health, but she was also worried that he was really Get ill.Fortunately, it rained not far from Zhuangzi, otherwise I don't know what it would be like.

Xiao Heng insisted on taking a few sips from the teacup, and when he saw her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were foggy, he knew that she had just woken up.Also, if he hadn't fallen asleep and saw that it was raining outside, he must have stopped immediately and let him come up.In this way, Xiao Heng felt a little more at ease.

Han Mingyuan saw that Xiao Heng had sent his daughter back in person, and saw that he was in a mess, so naturally he couldn't say anything, but let him go to the Zhuangzi to take a bath and change clothes.

A Jiao stood aside obediently, only raising her head from time to time to meet Xiao Heng's eyes.

Han Mingyuan had some headaches, and thought to himself: It is a good thing for Xiao Heng to send his daughter back. Now that she is here, she should leave.

but--

Ajiao looked outside, thought for a while and said: "Father, it's raining so hard now, let's leave the son to have dinner in the Zhuangzi."

Han Mingyuan looked at the weather, and it seemed that the rain outside was worse. It was really not kind to drive him away under such circumstances, and he was not at ease.

Han Mingyuan nodded helplessly.

Ajiao suddenly showed a smile, and said to Han Mingyuan in a cheerful tone: "Then daughter, go to the kitchen and have a look, and cook some delicious dishes for daddy for dinner."

Han Mingyuan raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction: Is this dish really specially made for him?
Han Mingyuan tilted his head, looked at Xiao Heng's face full of complacency, then frowned and said, "Don't go change your clothes yet!" If he is sick, it's not his daughter who feels distressed.

(End of this chapter)