Chapter 66: Drink tea

In the elegant small courtyard, only Fan He and Suzuran faced each other, and after a long time, Suzuran smiled bitterly and said, "Master Kurume completely forgot about us."
This is something that has never happened before, and no matter how cold Shen Shen's tempers are, they will never be completely left behind.
But since Shen Jiu paid attention to Rong Xian, he seemed to have been hooked, and only Rong Xian was in his eyes. He could not hold anything other than Rong Xian.
"Sister Fanhe, what good is that Rongxian, why did Jiu Liu's younger brother see her?" Suzuran's expression was full of sorrow and confusion.
She has been with Shen Jiu Liu for more than ten years. Regardless of their background or future, they are the best match.
She had planned to wait for Master Kurume to return to the mountain this time, and they would be married by the suzerain and the elder.
How can a mortal who knows a little about Kung Fu qualify for the Haotian Immortal Sect Master.
"Sister, I will never allow Rong Xian to be with her brother, she is not worth it." Ling Lan's tone was extremely dark.
Fan He knew at a glance that she had penetrated into the horns of the horns, and could not persuade her to come back. Unless the young master could separate from Rong Xian to marry Lily of the Valley, this matter would surely become the obsession of Lily of the Valley. Not fun.
She groaned for a moment, a flash of firmness flashed in her eyes: "Sister-in-law rest assured, I will help you."
How to choose Fan Hefen between outsiders and loved ones is very clear, no matter how good Rong Xian is, it is not as important as she looks at the grown-up lily of the valley. Moreover, Suzuran is also the granddaughter of the elder, and the relationship between her and the young master can stabilize the young master's position.
They made up their minds, and the two were not too anxious. The first time they went down the mountain, the things outside the mountain were very fresh. Previously, the elders followed them and dared not presumptuously. Now there are no elders by their side. A glance at Shen Shen will not let people leave their scope of consciousness.
The coughing sound of the children is very clear.
Rong Xian came over holding the medicine bowl and said softly, "Mumu, you will feel better after taking the medicine."
Xiaole walked up like a little man and lifted up the wood. Rong Xian sat with a smile on his mouth and sat directly next to the bed. He stirred the medicine with a spoon. The hot medicine in the bowl became instantaneous. The temperature at the entrance was just right. .
Before she could give Mumu medicine, Mumu's grandfather came with two bowls of tea and put it on the table next to him: "Old man has nothing but tea here. I hope Dr. Rong will not dislike it."
Rong Xian paused for a moment on the tea bowl, stirred the medicine with a spoon, and pretended to say, "I always heard Xiaole say that the tea you brew is the best to drink. I have tasted Xiaole before. I have a taste today. You taste it, you're right. "
When she spoke, her expression was warm and kind, and she could not see the attitude of death that she had previously abandoned.
Shen Jiuliu, who was standing by, heard her words, and her eyelids jumped.
If I remember correctly, he just mentioned the tea before he came, and Xiaoxian's attitude was like what he had done.
Although the taste of the tea is really unbearable.
but now--
His eyes glanced at Rong Xian, with a little meditation. Is the girl's mind so fickle?
And when she heard Rong Xian's compliment, the tension and hesitation on her face disappeared, and she completely took her polite words as real.
The old man grinned a big smile, and handed the tea bowl directly to Rong Xian: "Since you want to taste it, drink it hot."
Rong Xian lowered her head to the tea bowl delivered to her mouth, looked up at the warm smile of the old man, and for the first time realized what it was to lift a stone and hit her own feet.
She rubbed her forehead in distress, feeling that it was not a good thing to disguise too well.
Although it is difficult to be kind, Rong Xian doesn't want to feel wronged.
She raised her hand and raised the medicine bowl gently, pretending to be a pity: "This medicine is too cold to drink. It seems that you have to taste the tea of ​​the elderly, and you have to be patient."
Talking, the spoon in the hand was still stirred by the medicine bowl, and the slightly warm medicine just started to get hot again.
Silently seeing all the Shen Jiu Liu: "..." The mood is a little complicated.
The elderly could not wait for the medicine to delay, and quickly put the tea bowl back on the table. The tea was ready to be brewed at any time. The grandson's illness was even more important.
Instead of immediately facing the bowl of tea that was difficult to swallow, Rong Xian breathed a sigh of relief, then handed the medicine bowl to Mumu, and said with a smile: "Mumu, you won't feel bitter after drinking it all at once."
The old man anxiously said, "It's a bit hot, mumu blows."
Rong Xian blinked, and did not bother to cool the medicine again.
Mumu obediently took the medicine bowl, licked tentatively like a cat, and found that it was not hot. He drank it in one breath, and his whole little face was wrinkled into a ball.
Suddenly, something seemed to be stuck in his mouth, and he chewed subconsciously. A milky fragrance spread across the buds and immediately dispelled the bitterness in his mouth.
Mumu looked at Rong Xian, who was smiling and groaning, and looked at Rong Xian's hands, but found nothing, and couldn't help but asked milkily: "Doctor Rong, is that sugar?"
Rong Xian pursed her lips with a smile, took the medicine bowl in his hand and said, "It's sugar. I took my sugar. Are you ready for my needle?"
Mu Mu shrunk his neck and seemed a little scared, but looking at Rong Xian's gentle appearance, he just courageously said, "I'm ready, I'm not afraid."
Rong Xian laughed softly, took out the bag in the medicine box, opened the bag, and put a long silver needle inside.
Rong Xian stroked these silver needles with his belly and took one out of it. His face became serious.
The fingertips bounced over the silver needle, and a little light on the needle flashed.
The silver needle quickly pierced through the acupuncture point on Mumu's body, but for a moment, Rong Xian's fingers moved slightly, and the silver needle had returned to the cloth bag.
Looking at Mu Mu who had fallen asleep with her eyes closed, Rong Xian laid Mu Mu flat on the bed, and after he covered the quilt, he took the pulse for him, and then laughed: "Moisture in the lungs has been removed. I feel okay. "
The old man's face was loose, and the smile on his face was even more real.
The old man's way of expressing gratitude was very simple and simple. He poured the tea on the wooden table and re-made a large bowl for Rong Xian and Shen Jiu Liu.
Rong Xian, who has not escaped the calamity: "..." Does the tea taste like something in the host's house?
But looking at the sincere smile of the old man, he may be countless.
Rong Xian reluctantly took the worn-out porcelain bowl, which was obviously missing a mouth in front of him, and showed a brilliant smile toward the old man: "You are so kind."
The old man moved: "Doctor Rong does not receive medical treatment for free medication. I am grateful that it is too late, but it is nothing to make two cups of tea."
He lamented that Dr. Rong was too kind, but he just pushed for a cup of tea and tried to avoid trouble for him. He was such a good person.