After rebirth, the female supporting role only wanted to have a grand funeral

This bowl of pitch-black concoction successfully reminded Xue Shu of those days when she was recuperating in the small courtyard of Mu's house.

It's sour and bitter, and the smell is so weird that I can't describe it, but it smells extremely bad anyway.

Seeing the little girl's slightly wrinkled face, Jing Xing couldn't help laughing.

He propped himself up, took the medicine bowl from Xue Shu's hand, blew on it twice, then raised his head and drank the medicine juice in the bowl.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down several times, and the medicine juice in the bowl bottomed out.

And Jing Xing didn't even wrinkle his eyebrows, and put the medicine bowl on the bedside cabinet.

Xue Shu at the side felt bitter for him, and her little face twisted a little.

Jing Xing took Xue Shu's handkerchief and wiped off the medicinal juice from the corner of his mouth.

Xue Shu looked at the ruined handkerchief in his hand and sighed.

Qingyu had to embroider her handkerchief again.

Xue Shu picked up a corner of the handkerchief in disgust and threw it aside.

It's not that he dislikes Jing Xing, it's because of the smell of medicine that he can't clean it off.

Even after washing it, it doesn't smell good anymore.

Jing Xing's gaze seemed to be glued to the veil, and he looked very reluctant: "Shu'er, don't throw it away, you can just give it to me if you don't want it?"

Xue Shu was slightly taken aback, and said, "Here you are? What do you want this handkerchief for?"

Although Jing Xing was also a clean person and would carry a handkerchief with him, the ones used by men were completely different from those used by women.

Men's handkerchiefs are thicker in texture, with some elegant flowers such as plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum or their own names embroidered on the top of the head.

But the handkerchiefs used by women are different. Most of them are made of light gauze or satin, and they are also embroidered with extremely delicate patterns. They are both practical and beautiful, and both are indispensable.

Thinking about Jing Xing actually carrying a woman's handkerchief with him, it was so weird.

Hearing this, a smile flashed in Jing Xing's eyes: "Don't Shu'er know that folk women often give men the things they embroider with their own hands as tokens of love, and let men carry them close to their bodies?"

Just like the purse that Xue Shu gave him not long ago.

Now he hangs on his body without leaving him even for a moment, taking care of him carefully.

It is now buried in a pile of clothes, out of sight.

Xue Shu blinked, and said hesitantly, "I know that...but... I don't know how to embroider."

When Xue Chen and Jing Xing took the scientific examination earlier, she gave her two pairs of knee pads. For such a simple pattern, she embroidered a lot of materials, and finally Qingyu stared at her and told her the position of the needle step by step. It was finally embroidered.

After that time, Xue Shu, who didn't like embroidery in the first place, shy away from needlework even more.

When she had nothing to do before, Xue Shu poked her with an embroidery needle from time to time to relieve her boredom, but now she doesn't even poke, and throws all the things like handkerchiefs and purses to Qingyu.

Hearing the little girl say how hard-won that pair of knee pads were, Jing Xing's heart moved slightly.

But after hearing it again, the things that Xue Shu was carrying with her were all embroidered with sapphires, and the little emotion in Jing Xing's heart was immediately suppressed.

Co-author, the purse that he carries with him every day, and sometimes he takes it out to play with, isn't it embroidered by his little girl herself?
Seeing that Jing Xing's gaze was a little weird, Xue Shu raised her hand and shook it twice in front of his eyes: "What's wrong?"

Jing Xing shook his head while pulling the corner of his mouth, and said it was all right.

He should find a chance to send the purse back.

After the two chatted for a few words, the strength of the medicine slowly came up, Jing Xing's body was not made of iron, and it was inevitable that he showed a little fatigue.

Xue Shu stopped talking, and carefully tucked the quilt up for him, preparing to do other things by herself when he fell asleep.

"Shu'er, sleep with me for a while." Although Jing Xing was not energetic, his mind was not confused and he knew how to make himself comfortable.

But Xue Shu shook her head and said, "You are injured, you can't mess around."

"Is it okay to just lie down?" Jing Xing's voice was pitiful.

The little girl loves this one the most.

Sure enough, Xue Shu glanced at him and seemed to be softening her heart.

But after a while, Xue Shu still shook her head: "No."

Although he was just lying down, Jing Xing was obviously not such an honest person, it would be bad if he got hurt by the wound on his body.

Seeing the little girl's resolute attitude, Jing Xing could only sigh, and obediently closed his eyes.

With the scent of jasmine at the end of the nose, coupled with some medicinal effects, Jing Xing slept very deeply this time.

When I opened my eyes again, it was dark outside.

"...No girl, it's better to inject the needle from here..." There seemed to be someone talking on the side.

The strength of the medicine hadn't passed yet, Jing Xing couldn't hear clearly.

"hiss……"

"Girl, stop the bleeding."

Jing Xing was lying on the bed, still a little dizzy.

Stop the bleeding?

Stop the bleeding!

He sat up suddenly from the bed, then quickly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Outside the gauze screen, three little girls sat around the table, and many bright candles were lit.

Hong Ling was holding Xue Shu's hand, applying ointment to stop bleeding.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that everyone was fine, Jing Xing rubbed his head and sat down beside Xue Shu.

Glancing at the fabric on the table, he vaguely understood something in his heart.

"Young lady wanted to embroider a handkerchief for Mr. Jing, but..." Qingyu sighed.

As a result, in such a short period of time, the handkerchief was not embroidered, but three pieces of material had been destroyed, and several holes had been pierced into his hands.

She looked painful.

It just so happens that my girl is very persistent, she has to embroider everything.

Hearing this, Jing Xing also sighed, first asked Qing Yu and Hong Ling to go out, then picked up the hemostatic ointment on the table, and carefully applied it to the wound on Xue Shu's hand.

Xue Shu's hands were thin and tender, and the slightest marks were particularly obvious. At this moment, seeing the marks on her fingertips, Jing Xing felt a throbbing pain in his heart, which was more painful than being stabbed himself: "Shu'er, don't After doing this, look at how you hurt yourself, and you still put so much effort into it..."

Xue Shu pouted aggrievedly.

I don't know what's going on in some places, but I just can't penetrate it!

Fortunately, the marks made by this embroidery needle are not deep, even if there is blood, it will be cleaned up after wiping, which shows that the little girl is not stupid enough to treat herself too hard.

Jing Xing was very pleased with this.

"Okay." Jing Xing closed the lid of the ointment again, "Shu'er, I'm hungry."

Xue Shu looked down at her hands and said, "The kitchen is ready, I'll ask Qingyu to get it."

Seeing the little girl get up and leave, Jing Xing raised his hand to press the center of his brows, and then picked up the obviously discarded materials piled aside to take a look.

Then, he silently put down the material.

Some things, he should say less in the future.