Dressed as cannon fodder, fake daughter, she worked hard

Chapter 128 Sleepy
Jiang Sheng looked out the door: "It's really a pity."

"Luo Shu is a filial person. Let him figure it out someday. Anyway, this year just passed Qiu Wei, and the next time will have to wait until three years later. There is no rush."

Liu Lang said: "I'm just afraid that he won't be able to write because he hasn't touched the inkstone for a long time."

Just as he was talking, Jiang Yan came back from the door, still holding a stack of paper with the prescription written on it in his hand.

Liu Langzhong glanced in the direction of Zhong Yi, and then asked Jiang Yan: "What happened?"

"No big deal." Jiang Yan handed the note to Liu Langzhong.

Jiang Sheng still looked out of the door, the direction of the sun outside was a bit skewed, casting a shadow on the low building, guessing it should be Shen Shi.

She yawned, thinking of something, she tilted her head and said, "I've always been sleepy recently, and I don't know why."

"Sleepy?"

"Yes." Jiang Sheng felt a little hazy in front of his eyes, "I was able to sleep from the time it was still dark until it was completely bright. I slept for seven hours last night, and I am still sleepy during the day today."

Jiang Yan looked at her suddenly: "Seven hours?"

Jiang Sheng was startled: "...Yes, right?"

"What are you doing so surprised? Maybe I'm not used to the hot and cold weather." Liu Langzhong went to pat Jiang Yan.

He saw that Jiang Sheng had a ruddy complexion, not like a sick person, not to mention that Jiang Sheng himself was not ignorant of medical skills.

But Liu Langzhong still went to the table, sat down and waved: "Come here, I'll take your pulse."

Jiang Sheng sat down obediently.

After pondering, Liu Langzhong said: "The pulse is normal, do more activities on weekdays, relax and don't be too nervous."

Jiang Sheng should be fine.

She also thinks there is nothing wrong with it, except that she loves to sleep and eats delicious food by herself.

But Jiang Yan seemed very disturbed, and his eyes were slightly out of focus, so Jiang Sheng wanted to laugh, and raised his hand to wave his eyes.

Now she wondered what Jiang Yan was thinking.

Jiang Yan grabbed her wrist, Jiang Sheng was stunned, her eyes met, she turned her head to one side, but she felt vaguely familiar with this scene in her mind.

After feeling his hands being loosened, Jiang Sheng also breathed a sigh of relief.As far as he could see was the direction of Zhong Yi, which was blocked by cotton curtains, Jiang Sheng took half a step back and lowered his head and said, "I'm going back home."

As soon as she finished speaking, she walked towards Zhong Yi's direction, called out, and Zhong Yi opened the curtain.Zhong Yi sat on a small stool and looked at Jiang Sheng, with a book in her hand: "Sister Jiang Sheng..."

Jiang Sheng bent down and said with a smile: "I'm going back now, and I want to say hello to you."

"Okay." Zhong Yi pursed her lips and raised her eyes, "Then sister, when will you come over again?"

"I'll come over when I have time." But it seems that she is quite free now.

Zhong Yi said affirmatively: "When Sister Jiang Sheng comes over next time, I will be able to tell the difference between Bai Qian and Bai Wei!"

Jiang Sheng bent her lips: "Then as a reward, I'll bring you some snacks next time."

After greeting Liu Langzhong again, she left Shanrentang.

But there was someone else following him.

Jiang Sheng blinked: "Are you going back to Jiangpinghou's Mansion?"

Jiang Yan coughed and said, "I have some business to go to Youmingzhai."

"Oh." Jiang Sheng didn't speak anymore, but Jiang Yan seemed to want to say something along the way, but he didn't speak until he arrived at Youmingzhai.

Jiang Sheng didn't ask any questions, and went straight to Wufangzhai to buy steamed chestnut flour cake with sweet-scented osmanthus sugar.She has recently acquired a new hobby, which is to buy pastries to eat.

I heard that Wufangzhai's pastry chef is from the south of the Yangtze River. The pastry is well-made, the taste is unique, and the business is very lively. Every time I go there, I have to queue up.It was almost sunset, and when Jiang Sheng arrived, there was still a half-length queue at the door.

Jiang Sheng went to the end of the line to wait, but someone recognized her: "Miss Jiang?"

Jiang Sheng was at a loss, not understanding who was in front of him.She has a good memory, even Pei Luoshu, who has only met once, can recognize her.

The boy dressed in commoner clothes was holding Wufangzhai's pastries wrapped in oil paper, and flatteringly asked, "Why are you waiting here alone? Where are the two girls beside you?"

Jiang Sheng frowned.

Two girls?Shanzhi and Shannai?
This person is so clear about himself?

Another person in front got the pastry, Jiang Sheng moved one place forward without saying a word.

The boy followed closely: "What cakes do you want to buy? I bought as many as possible."

Jiang Sheng said distantly: "Thank you, no need."

Seeing that she didn't speak, the boy pursed his lips, and then he didn't speak again, and waited together.

Until a voice came from not far away: "Xing'er."

The boy waved his hands excitedly: "Young master, here."

Qian Xuechao walked over and was about to reprimand him for being so slow in buying a pastry, but his eyes suddenly lit up: "Sister Jiang."

Jiang Sheng is confused, what does Qian Xuechao call himself? !

Why does he have no idea about Qiao Shu?

But now Jiang Sheng knew that this boy in civilian clothes might be Qian Xuechao's servant or book boy.She walked away from them to the right without a trace, and then walked to the empty space in front.

There was a warm smile on Qian Xuechao's lips, and his expression was a little hurt: "Your cousin is the same. After returning to Qiao's mansion, she will make up without saying a word for a few days. Now I want to leave too. After all, there is no fate."

"Why is sister Jiang alienated from me like this? Although Qiao's house is your natal family, if you misunderstand me because of your cousin..." He sighed, "I am too wronged."

Jiang Sheng frowned and leaned to the side again.

What does Qian Xuechao want to do?Go crazy!
Qian Xuechao took the pastry from the commoner boy again and said, "I just asked Xing'er to line up to buy it. It's hot. Don't wait in line here. Take it and go home quickly. It's an apology for you."

Jiang Sheng was a little annoyed by his noise: "Are you sick or am I sick? We haven't spoken a word, don't slander me! If you want to make amends, who will kneel in front of the gate of Qiao's house with a thorn on your back?" I won't stop you either."

"Don't let me know what you're thinking." She said coldly, "The investigation is very clear. You even know how many girls I usually bring with me?"

"Self-respect, thank you, I have time to recognize myself more."

"A box of steamed chestnut flour cake with sweet-scented osmanthus sugar." At this moment, she had already reached the front of the line, regardless of Qian Xuechao's bad face, Jiang Sheng got the pastry and left immediately.

In fact, she could somewhat guess what Qian Xuechao was thinking, even when he reconciled with Qiao Shu, she could vaguely guess it.After all, Qian Xuechao's hunting eyes are too obvious and uncomfortable.

It's just that Jiang Sheng never expected that his ghost would linger and come to investigate him.

The fact that "Jiang Sheng" was not Mrs. Hou's own birth is well known in the capital, and it is conceivable that the marriage was difficult.The adoptive parents who came from a bad background, but had such identities, were brought up by the same upbringing as a girl from a family.

After reconciling with Qiao Shu, Qian Xuechao couldn't find a better place to fill in, so the special "Jiang Sheng" naturally became a good choice.Even if Marquis Jiang Ping would not help Qian Xuechao in the officialdom, there would still be people who would not trip Qian Xuechao for his sake.

But whether it is her or the original owner, the Hou Mansion will not marry "Jiang Sheng" to his former cousin-in-law.I don't know if Qian Xuechao is whimsical, or he is too confident in his own charm.

Hmm... Jiang Sheng took a bite of the steamed chestnut flour cake with sweet-scented osmanthus sugar, and decided to bring this to Zhong Yi and the others next time.

A touch of cinnamon is tangy, sweet but not greasy, half-melted in the mouth, crispy and crispy.

(End of this chapter)