Dressed as a villain's wife

Shen Wenchen didn't pick up his son's collar, but let him cry for a while.

The little baby whimpered and cried for a while. He had just eaten, but now he was tired from crying, so he lay down in Nan Zhi's arms.

The little baby combed her hair in two buns, her white and tender face was covered with tears, and she just lay in Nan Zhi's arms.

Seeing his son like this, Nanzhi felt indescribably sad.

"Nannan, are you okay?" Shen Wenchen was afraid that Nanzhi would be tired from Shen Zhiyu's pressure, so he just stretched out his hand to pick him up.

"It's okay, Zhiyu is not heavy, I'll just hug him." Nan Zhi shook his head, with a fondness on his face.

"If you're tired, just tell me." Shen Wenchen stopped moving as his wife didn't let go, only exhorting with a worried face.

"Okay, I know." Nanzhi touched Zhiyu's face and responded softly.

She feels strange now.

She has no system and no spiritual spring, and the old man and Xiao He are nowhere to be seen. All she can do is to use soldiers to cover her up.

Maybe I have that luck, can I escape this catastrophe?

In the Jihe hall, there were a few drug boys and disciples collecting medicine. Wang Jingzhi had learned a lot by now, so Mr. Qian and the others made him a small steward.

As a newlywed, Wang Jingzhi's face was very ruddy, and when he saw Nan Zhi and Shen Wenchen coming in, he was stunned for a moment.

"Brother Shen, Sister Nanzhi... who are you?"

Wang Jingzhi frowned, looked at the two of them carefully, and finally stopped his gaze on Nan Zhi.

"Sister Nanzhi, why do you look so bad?"

When we met a few days ago, sister Nanzhi looked pretty good.

In just half a month, how could you suddenly lose weight like this?
"Respect, is your master here?"

Shen Wenchen looked with his head, but he didn't see Mr. Qian and Sun, so he asked.

"Yes, they are resting in the backyard." Wang Jingzhi nodded. He wanted to say that the master and the others said they would not pick up patients today, but if someone asked, they would say that they had gone out of the city.

But now it was his acquaintances who came again, so Wang Jingzhi simply let them in.

"Thank you."

Shen Wenchen looked a little serious, and helped Nan Zhi to the backyard.

Some Yaotong didn't know why, so he just scratched his head and asked Wang Jingzhi why he let him in.

Turning his head to look at the backs of the two, Wang Jingzhi sighed, and only whispered to his juniors: "The woman is my savior, and the man is the Lord of Yan City."

The little Yaotong nodded blankly, only to ask: "Is it because of their identities?"

"No." Wang Jingzhi denied it categorically. Seeing him like this, the little Yaotong was even more confused.

Doubts were immediately written on his already chubby face.

"My lord, the city lord, worked as a medicine man for the master for two years. This is what our master owes him."

As long as Wang Jingzhi recalled the "little green man" he saw accidentally in the backyard of the hospital, he wanted to laugh.

Who would have imagined that this decisive man was lying there covered in green back then?
Qian, Lao, Sun, and Lao were playing chess happily, but when they looked up, they saw two figures.

Old Qian pursed his mouth, knowing that his apprentice had let him in, but seeing who it was, he had no choice but to resign himself to his fate and put down the chess piece in his hand.

"Why is the city lord here?"

Old Qian tidied up the crumpled clothes on his body, and then he said cheerfully.

"Old Qian, Old Sun." Shen Wenchen was not an unreasonable person, he saluted first, and then explained the origin.

"My wife has been a little weak lately, so I asked Mr. Qian to take a look at her."

Hearing this, Mr. Qian only took a look at Nan Zhi, and recognized that she was the benefactor of his hapless apprentice, and then slightly opened his eyes.

He still remembered that this little girl was the one who diagnosed the rootless pulse a few months ago.

"Girl, come here."

Qian Lao looked at her expression, and then waved to Nan Zhi.

Without hesitation, Nan Zhi took a few steps towards him obediently, and finally sat down on the stool beside him.

Shen Wenchen had unspeakable worries in his heart, but he could only quietly accompany Nan Zhi.

Seeing him like this, Old Sun simply joined him.

Qian Lao stretched out his hand to feel Nan Zhi's pulse, his gray eyebrows almost wrinkled into a mess.

This little girl's pulse is a bit too vain.

"Girl, what have you eaten recently? Or where have you been?"

Nan Zhi thought about it carefully, and finally shook his head.

She is either in a restaurant or at home recently.

Haven't eaten anything weird or been anywhere else.

"That's weird." Qian Lao frowned and withdrew his hand.

He just frowned thinking about what was going on.

"Old Qian, I don't know what's the matter with my wife?" Seeing his frown, Shen Wenchen felt very nervous.

Seeing him start stroking his beard now, Shen Wenchen's heart almost jumped into his throat.

When I was working as a medicine man for them, every time I encountered a problem, the money always looked like this.

"It's nothing serious." Qian Lao waved his hand, knowing that his expression just now was a bit misleading, so he explained.

"There's nothing wrong with this girl's body, but her pulse condition is floating and a little unstable."

"Then does this have any effect?" Before Nan Zhi could speak, Shen Wenchen had already asked.

"It's nothing serious, but you should pay more attention to it in the past two months. It's best to let her recuperate at home to avoid being frightened.

If she wants to eat anything, give her some. It is best to eat something nutritious on weekdays, so as not to overwhelm her body. "

Hearing his instructions, Shen Wenchen's complexion did not improve, but became more and more gloomy.

Even Nanzhi paused, never thought it would be so serious.

"You boy, you can't be reluctant, right?" After not seeing Shen Wenchen's answer for a long time, Mr. Qian looked at him in surprise.

Now that you've become the city lord, you don't even want to give your daughter-in-law some good food?
It's no wonder that when I became a medicine man for myself, I wished to stuff the wounded here every day. It turned out that I was very picky.

"Mr. Qian, please save my wife." Shen Wenchen was about to kneel as he spoke, but fortunately, Mr. Sun, who was watching the excitement, moved quickly and caught him.

But Shen Wenchen was tall and strong, and this decisive action almost pulled Elder Sun back.

"What are you doing?" Mr. Qian knew that his old man had a bad back, so he hurriedly helped him to sit down, complaining at the same time.

"It doesn't matter whether it's life-saving or not. Your wife has a baby in her womb. I want you to give her some good food to make up her body."

Qian Lao glared at Shen Wenchen, his beard almost raised to the sky.

Hearing his words, Shen Wenchen was completely dumbfounded, and only kept the action of kneeling or not just now, looking silly.

"I want...to be a father?"

"Get up quickly..." Nan Zhi pinched the flesh on his arm lightly, and then opened his mouth in embarrassment.

This person is really stupid.