Huafanchunzhengming

Chapter 344 She Should Be His Wife (1)

In the suburbs of Beijing, Zhuangzi of the Great Princess of the Protectorate.

Zhong Weiwei was lying on the bed, stretching her hands out of the brocade curtain, and the eldest princess's exclusive doctor held her breath and diagnosed her pulse.

He Weiyi, Zhong Mao, Princess Huguo, and Xiaotang stood around, nervously waiting for the doctor to speak.

Finally, the doctor let go of Zhong Weiwei's hand, pondered for a long time, and said: "Fengxie enters the body, cold air accumulates for a long time, it is a sign of physical weakness, prescribe some supplementary medicine and take it."

It was clearly poisoned, but this useless old guy couldn't tell!
The Princess Protector felt very ashamed: "Do you want to take another look?"

The doctor felt a little baffled, but still insisted: "Your Highness, the old man has already checked carefully, and there is nothing wrong."

Zhong Weiwei's identity is top secret, and the matter of poisoning is even more top secret. It's hard for Princess Huguo to explain it clearly, so she said impatiently: "Is there no other illness?"

Seeing her persistence, the doctor cautiously signaled Zhong Weiwei's pulse again, and said with certainty:

"It's just that the body is not good, very bad. Take some tonics to take care of it. After this winter, when the spring is warm and the flowers bloom, it will probably improve."

What Song Shenyi said before was that in winter, her symptoms would fully attack.

Then, it will linger on the sick bed, becoming weaker and weaker day by day, withered like a haggard tree, and gradually dies.

When the flowers bloom in the warm spring, she may only be able to lie on the soft couch and watch the flowers bloom.

Zhong Weiwei smiled considerately: "In this case, please ask the old doctor to prescribe a tonic."

The old doctor nodded approvingly, and glanced at Princess Huguo again, implying that Princess Huguo was not at all understanding.

The Princess Protector of the Nation received this gaze, picked up her crutches and slapped the doctor on the back, scolding: "You mediocre who can't see a doctor! How dare you show off! Go out and prescribe medicine!"

The old doctor was beaten enough, he stumbled and ran out, and the Princess Protector chased him out, murmuring and not knowing what he was giving orders.

He Maoyi cast a deep look at Zhong Weiwei, then turned around and strode out to follow.

Xiaotang hung up the curtain, Zhong Miao rushed to the bed, looked at Zhong Weiwei with tears in his eyes, and choked up, "Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Zhong Weiwei looked at Zhong Miao gently. Zhong Miao was already taller than her. Although his figure was thin and thin, there was already a circle of light blue fluff around his lips.

As Chonghua said, he has indeed grown up, and he can consider his marriage.

Before she died, Zhong Mao had to be settled, find him a loving girl, and let him have a place to stay.

He can't be allowed to follow the elder brother all the time, the elder brother is not young anymore, he should have his own life.

Thinking of this, Zhong Weiwei asked Xiaotang to look at the door and called Zhong Mao: "Don't cry, we have been separated for many years, and we finally got together, and we didn't say a few words. It's rare that there are no outsiders present , listen to what I have to say to you."

Zhong Mao wiped away his tears and said shyly, "I didn't always cry so much, but when I saw Sister, I couldn't help it... I'm useless... always dragging you down..."

As he said that, tears fell again. He had blurred some things about his childhood, but from the beginning to the end, he only remembered that Sister was his most reliable support.

The eldest sister is like a mother, Zhong Weiwei can be said to have achieved the ultimate.

He has always been thinking that when he grows up, he will take good care of Sister A and prevent her from suffering.

But when he really grew up, he found that he was useless at all, and he still couldn't help sister.

Zhong Weiwei knew what Zhong Mao was thinking, but he didn't find him annoying, weak and incompetent.

With such poor health, and having experienced so many terrible things since she was a child, she once thought that he would not be able to survive, and that it was good that he could grow up safely.

She gently wiped Zhong Mao's tears: "It's not that you are useless, I heard from the elder brother that your literary talent is actually very good, and you are often either the first or the second among your peers in Cangshan.

But your appearance has already restricted you from being an official, unless you find the truth of the year.

Martial arts, you are not born to learn this, just keep fit.

Listen, I have only one request for you now, follow me to learn how to inherit the tea ceremony. "

These years, she has been in the capital, unable to teach Zhong Miao the tea ceremony, which made Zhong Miao miss the best learning age.

I hope I can make up for it now, and let Zhong Mao learn the essence of Qiu's tea ceremony in her limited time.

Even if he is limited by his talent and cannot carry forward, it will be good to pass it on to his descendants in the future.

Zhong Mao sat up straight and resolutely said: "Sister, don't worry, I didn't disgrace you. I have memorized all the tea scriptures you left me when you left. When I have free time, I will practice tea ceremony with the elder brother and often participate in his holdings. tea party."

"I testify." He Weiyi walked in, patted Zhong Miao's shoulder lovingly, sat down next to him, and looked at Zhong Weiwei: "I taught him everything I know, and luckily I lived up to the entrustment."

Zhong Mao was a little embarrassed: "It's just that my sense of smell and taste is not as good as Sister's."

Smell and taste are innate, and Zhong Miao had a serious illness when he was a child, and he took too many medicines. The medicine was three-point poisonous, and sometimes the sense of smell and taste were destroyed.

It's not his fault.

Zhong Weiwei asked Xiaotang to hand over her written experience to Zhong Mao: "Take it and memorize it, follow the practice, and if you don't know it, come to me."

Zhong Mao took the tissue paper, but was reluctant to leave, and stayed by her bedside: "I'll take care of Sister, Sister, you sleep, I'll watch over you."

He Suoyi chased him away: "Is your sister in need of someone to take care of you? Hurry up and endorse! I will take care of your sister. Go to bed early, don't get sick again, and let your sister worry about you."

Zhong Mao didn't dare to disobey He Maoyi, and left reluctantly.

Zhong Weiwei smiled and said: "Youdao is an elder brother who is like a father. Zhong Mao dares to act coquettishly and foolishly to me, but he dare not talk too much to senior elder brother."

"Not just him, including you. In my brother's eyes, I have always been a child who can't grow up."

He Weiyi smiled and gestured to Zhong Weiwei: "When you two entered the door, you were only this tall, with a sallow and thin face, like bean sprouts that haven't grown well.

When I saw you at the time, I thought, I must take good care of you in the future, and make you fat and smiling all day long. "

I must take good care of you, raise you up white and fat, and raise you up to be my daughter-in-law.

Seeing Zhong Weiwei's haggard and thin appearance, He Rongyi was a little stunned for a moment.

Some things are really unexpected.

Back then, Zhong Weiwei and Zhong Mao followed the master into the door, and the master told him: "Take good care of her, she will be your wife in the future!"

He is already talented and romantic, and countless beautiful girls are waiting to court him. Of course, he doesn't like the thin yellow-haired girl.

But the master is very kind to him, since the master wants him to marry her, he just obeys.

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