My Prince Has Farmlands

In fact, her craft of making clothes is not bad at all. She doesn't need to practice at all.

Qixingyun didn't refuse again.

Chi Ziyu started decisively. She let Qi Xingyun stand straight, and she took a clothes ruler and measured him everywhere.

It's better to measure your waist and cuffs. Chi Ziyu is a little restrained.

Especially when measuring his waist, her bracelet wrapped behind him. It felt like a hug.

Chi Ziyu clearly felt his heart beating fast.

It is the first time that she has been so close to qixingyun for so long.

Qixingyun's physique is thin, but he is not weak because he has done more farm work.

That kind of physique makes Chi Ziyu's petite figure a little shocked.

After measuring the lower part, the next step is to measure the upper body.

They stood face to face with their toes almost to their toes.

He was taller than her head. At the moment, he was allowed to measure the size of Chi Ziyu. He was obviously tall, but he was quiet like a good baby. He had a different kind of loveliness in Chi Ziyu's eyes.

He didn't say a word, his head was slightly lowered, and his warm breath gently sprayed on the head of the late fish.

The room is quiet.

Such tranquility makes the senses of Chi Zi fish particularly sensitive.

She could even clearly perceive the light breath of his falling when she raised her face to measure his shoulder width.

Like a white feather brushing the tip of her heart, she felt itchy.

She secretly raised her eyes and happened to be entangled with his deep eyes.

Probably never had such an affair with a man A moment of ignorance.

Her face suddenly turned red. She said unnaturally, "you are too tall for me to measure you."

"Then I'll sit down."

"No, I'll measure it soon." Chi Ziyu lowered his head and recorded the measured size on the ruler with a charcoal pen.

"Who did you learn your craft of making clothes from?"

"My mother."

It has to be said that Jiang's character is not pleasing, but nvhong is first-class.

However, she has been lazy these years and always asks Chi Ziyu to do something for her.

"My mother's craftsmanship is very good, but she is eccentric. She always only makes clothes for my third brother and my father, but doesn't make clothes for me and my second sister... A sneeze!"

Chi Ziyu endured, but he still didn't. he sneezed in front of qixingyun.

Qi Xingyun caught her right wrist with a cold look.

The sudden intimate contact made Chi Ziyu uncomfortable.

She wanted to shrink back. "What are you doing?"

Qixingyun pursed her lips, and her slender fingers gently covered her wrist.

He frowned for a moment.

Chi Ziyu felt that his focus was a bit like taking a pulse for himself.

But it must be impossible. Qixingyun is an ordinary farmer. How can he feel his pulse?

So Chi Ziyu calmed down and asked him strangely, "what's the matter?"

"You have a cold." He finally let her go.

I'm sneezing. Can I stop catching cold

Chi Ziyu didn't think so: "it's all right. It doesn't matter if it has small problems. It will be fine by itself..."

But before she finished, Qi Xingyun went to turn over a low cabinet at the head of the bed and quickly found a paper bag from it.

"What is this?" Chi Ziyu stood behind him and asked.

"The woad I dried before, I'll fry it for you."

Isatis indigotica, that is, Isatis indigotica root. People in Yunshui village like to call it Isatis indigotica.

In people's eyes, it can't be eaten as a dish. It's too bitter, so it's not remarkable.

"Can this cure my cold?"