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Chapter 155 Call Your Husband to Listen

Thinking of this, Chu Jiu actually had the urge to help her forehead, but she definitely couldn't do this.

Chang Qizuo smiled and said, "Ah Jia, call your husband to listen."

Chu Jiu looked at him coldly.

"It's okay to hear the calling voice, Aqi." Chang Qizuo said with a smile again.

Chu Jiu still looked at him coldly.

Chang Qizuo didn't care, he kept calling "Ajia".

Suddenly, his complexion changed drastically, and he stretched out his arms to pull Chu Jiu into his arms from the swing.

Chu Jiu originally planned not to talk to him, but seeing his expression, he still couldn't help asking: "What's the matter?"

Chang Qijiu was startled, then shook his head and muttered. "How could it be... I must have misread it."

Chu Jiu patted Chang Qizuo on the shoulder, signaling Chang Qizuo to put her down, Chang Qizuo hesitated for a moment, but put her down anyway.

When Chu Jiu looked back, he couldn't help squinting his eyes. It turned out that behind the swing, the Cordyceps militaris was coiled there. The appearance of a dog pleasing its master.

Because the Cordyceps militaris had almost no mana, the spirits didn't take her there this time.

Chu Jiu sighed, this child will become like this, in fact, she is also responsible, she has picked the best one of these batches of militaris sinensis as her medicine body, but this medicine spirit has already been finalized early, fundamentally changed Nothing.

It's just that it can make her practice faster.

In addition... Chu Jiu glanced at Chang Qizuo behind him, why did this person see Cordyceps militaris?
Did Cordyceps militaris appear inadvertently, or could he also see these spirits?
"Ajia, let's go ahead and see if there is anything we can help."

Chang Qijiu said this, Chu Jiu nodded, and then walked forward, walking fast or slow, obviously he didn't want to go with Chang Qijiu, Chang Qijiu also noticed Chu Jiu's move, so he With a wry smile, he stopped and waited for Chu Jiu to go far away before following him from a distance.

Before leaving, Chang Qijiu glanced at the banyan tree and thought, "Just now, what is that?"
When Chujiu left, the Cordyceps militaris followed. Chujiu refused to go with Chang Qizuo, and there was a reason for that. Although he knew that these spirits would not be trampled on, this Cordyceps militaris was indescribably sensitive. If Chang Qizuo stepped on her body, he would be gloomy for a while, feeling that he was different from other people, different from other spirits, and no one could even see her.

"Father, master." When the ninth day passed, Wanniang had already returned home with Huzi and Shiyi, while Cang Yuhe and Wang Buliuxing were talking about something around the flat bronze man , Seeing Chu Jiu coming, he stopped talking and called Chu Jiu to pack up.

"Well." Chu Jiu responded and turned to the other side to clean up. Since the business is not open, it is better to go home early. Recently, she has been sitting in Yijiang Chunshui Hall for consultations, and almost never stood up.

I studied medicine in the ninth day of junior high school, and I am very aware of the dangers of sitting for a long time. Because I keep a posture all the time, it will cause muscle soreness, neck stiffness, headache, dizziness and other symptoms, which will increase the burden on the spine and cervical spine, thus causing illness.

And the dangers of sitting for too long don't stop there.

Decreased blood volume in the blood vessels of the whole body, decreased heart function, insufficient blood in the chest cavity, decreased cardiopulmonary function, slowed gastrointestinal motility, insufficient blood supply to the brain, psychological depression, etc., are all hazards of sitting for a long time.

Walking over to the table, he opened the medicine box, carefully packed his own things in, and arranged them.

Just when Chu Jiu was about to put the last one in, he suddenly saw a piece of cloth protruding from the corner of the table.

Chu Jiu thought in his heart that it must not be Cang Yuhe's stuff, and nine out of ten Wang Buliuxing forgot to pack it up, so he planned to pack up the cloth.

With this pull, the piece of cloth unfolded a bit, and half of the feathered arrow rolled out. When Chu Jiu saw the arrow, he froze for a moment, and then turned to the piece of cloth that seemed to have writing on it.

After seeing clearly the words on the piece of cloth, Chu Jiu couldn't help but frowned again.

"Master, who wrote this?" Chu Jiu looked at the words on it, thinking that it seemed to be a family letter at first glance.

It's just that when the ancients wrote family letters, they usually used the "eight-line script" rice paper letter paper, and then wrote with sixteen red grids, dipped in ink.

They also have a certain format for writing letters, and most of them use "ruler letters" as a reference.

It's fine if this book is written on cloth, and it's fine if the format is messy.

But whose family letter is written in blood?

It can be said that it is seeking revenge, but it doesn't seem like it, because the words written on it are all things like missing.

Picking up the half-length arrow wrapped in the piece of cloth again, Chu Jiu couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. Judging from the length and folds of the piece of cloth, it seems that it was sent by someone flying an arrow.

This kind of speculation made Chu Jiu speechless for a while, the bloody plot on TV...

"Who wrote what?" Wang Buliuxing turned his head and saw that Chu Jiu had pulled out the cloth he had stuffed into a ball, and not only that, but opened it to read it, so he curled his lips.

"Never mind."

Chu Jiuyi raised his eyebrows and put down the cloth in his hand, because looking at Wang Buliuxing's attitude, he obviously knew the other party, even acquainted him, and he didn't think it mattered, which proved that it was really no big deal. She thought it was okay, why should she meddle, it only increased Wang Buliuxing's heart.

After packing up the medicine box, Chu Jiu looked back and stood by the door, staring at Chang Qizuo, and followed Cang Yuhe out the door.

When she arrived at home, Eleven greeted her, and showed Chu Jiu her newly written handwriting, which was written in tiny characters with long dry lines. Chu Jiu gave her many poems, and she seemed to prefer this one.

Although I can’t write brush characters on the ninth day of the ninth day, it doesn’t mean that I can’t understand them. Eleven’s characters are similar to thin gold characters, but they are not really thin gold characters. Strength of character, or there is no such thing as a thin golden body here.

Even if you are a layman, you can see that Eleven's handwriting is good on the ninth day of the ninth day.

"Sister, can you teach me some more minor tunes?" Eleven blinked, because she has the talent of photographic memory, so she learned the poems given to her by the ninth day of the ninth day very quickly, and she was even younger at this time. It's like a sponge that desperately absorbs.

Looking at Eleven, Chu Jiu couldn't help laughing. It's good that this kid is studious, but what poetry is there?

Many poems contain ancient place names, or words and names of people that are not available in this era. If she chooses to recite them at random, she will not be able to explain them if she asks about them on Eleventh.

"Sister?" Eleven was a little disappointed. My sister didn't speak, did she not want to teach her?Bian Pianzui, remembering that on the eleventh day, the first nine days told her to listen to her mother, but her mother felt that as a woman, she should not know too much.

(End of this chapter)