The prince is sick: the doctor waits for the prince

Chapter 611 The painting is a cat
The embarrassment between the two was broken by this little episode. Wei Zhao stretched out his hand and scratched the little yellow cat's chin, and finally said to the boy: "Have you been feeding these cats for a long time?"

The young man pondered for a while, and asked, "It's been almost three years, how long is it?"

As he said that, he put the little yellow cat on the ground, and followed Wei Zhao to smooth its fur: "But it only came here in the past two months. When I met it, it still had injuries on its legs."

Hearing what the boy said, Wei Zhao gently held the cat's little paw, and sure enough, he saw a faint scar on its left front foot.

"Since you treat them so well...why don't you just keep them at home?"

Wei Zhao looked straight at the boy, tilted his head and asked him.

"Once I keep them in captivity, I have to be responsible for them... But I often go out and can't stay at home. If I can't take good care of them, then it's better not to keep them. Besides, they are living freely and freely now, Pretty good too."

The little yellow cat was so comfortable being touched by the two of them that he turned over and lay down on the ground, letting them touch his stomach.

Hearing the young man's answer, Wei Zhao couldn't help being slightly taken aback, and then asked, "You often go out...why?"

People who are going to take the test next year, what are they doing?
"Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles. If you don't go out and have a look, how will you know what the outside world is like?"

The boy laughed.

Wei Zhao's face was full of approval, and then asked: "Then... where have you been?"

"Yungui, Huguang, Jiangnan, Mobei, I have been to these places."

The scope of what the young man said was so wide that Wei Zhao couldn't help but click his tongue and said, "These places... have you visited all of them?"

My God, I'm so envious!

"I was thrown out of the capital by my father when I was ten years old. I spent more than half a year visiting each state capital, and I only came back to Beijing at the end of last year."

Hearing what he said, Wei Zhao looked fascinated: "That's great."

The smile in the boy's eyes grew stronger: "You really want to go?"

Wei Zhao nodded heavily: "If I was born a boy, I would definitely have traveled all over this great river and mountain... It's a pity..."

Speaking of the sad part, Wei Zhao didn't pay attention to his hand, and accidentally bumped into the boy's finger.

The two just touched with their fingertips, and Wei Zhao bounced off his hand like an electric shock.

The boy looked unaware, still playing with the cat.

Wei Zhao's hand froze in mid-air without embarrassment, and finally landed on his lap embarrassingly.

The reaction is a bit excessive, Comrade Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao silently spit on himself, and then felt a little embarrassed.

Just as she was thinking about how to break the silence with correct posture, Jian Jia ran over from under the moon gate in a panic, and shouted from a distance: "Miss! Why did you come here!"

Wei Zhao suddenly had a feeling of being caught in X, and suddenly jumped up from the ground, turned around and yelled unhappily: "Jian Jia!"

Jian Jia's attention was attracted by the young man squatting beside Wei Zhao, completely unaware of her master's anger——

"Hey~ Isn't this the young lady you painted?!"

Wei Zhao couldn't remember how he came to Jian Jia.

Maybe it was a fierce tiger descending the mountain and pounced on it, or maybe it was a Lingbo microwave that floated over.No matter what method was used, she stood firmly behind Jian Jia at this time, holding her hands with one hand, and tightly covering her mouth with the other hand.

Seeing the posture of her master and servant, the boy couldn't help laughing.

Wei Zhao silently recited the Great Compassion Mantra in his heart, hoping that the young man had just lost his hearing for a moment and didn't hear what Jian Jia said.

However, things often run counter to expectations.

Grabbing the little yellow cat and putting it on his shoulder, the boy slowly stood up from the ground, and asked Wei Zhao with a smile, "Miss Wei San still drew my portrait?"

"Mr. Xie, you are hallucinating." Wei Zhao opened his eyes confidently and said nonsense, "My maid is talking about cats."

After finishing speaking, Wei Zhao released his hand covering Jian Jia's mouth, and said to her, "Please tell Mr. Xie what you just said."

(End of this chapter)