Chapter 101: Injury (additional update for Qinghaofang)

From then on, the masters have also restrained for their own girls. Er Niang was relieved and made all kinds of preparations for the New Year with Si Niang.

The New Year came without hurry in the excessive excitement of the Zhou family in this absolute joy and absolute expectation of the whole village.

Cleaning the courtyard, frying and steaming, sewing new clothes, buying shopping, ice lanterns and window flowers, etc., the people of the Zhou family were so busy that they looked up, but everyone smiled and stepped on the wind on their feet.

So the matter of bow and arrow came to an end.

Although Zhou Bo's leg injury has not recovered, although all stores have taken a holiday at the end of the year, they still need to be carefully verified. And you need to make plans for next year in advance, so you often sit quietly in the study.

Xuejian held a large soft square pillow and put it on Zhou Bo's chair. "Dalang, is it comfortable for you to lean against it?" Zhou Bo leaned back and said, "It's okay. But you didn't do it, did you? You are the one who can't even take the needle and thread."

I picked up the pillow. The stitches are delicate and the embroidery is outstanding. At first glance, it is Si Niang's craftsmanship. Well, this is soft, but slightly elastic, as if it is not cotton.

"This is duck down, but I asked Si Niang to make it. Si Niang guarded the egg room and borrowed some duck down from the duck. I think the ducks are always willing." I don't know how to make down things. I can't make a simple pillow or something. It's better to teach Si Niang casually than she did it herself.

Seeing her look on her face, Zhou Bo shook his head: "When will you make a thing for the novice to be sincere?" Xue Jian blinked, "How do you know I didn't do it?"

Zhou Bo and Xue are together day and night. How can he not know what she is doing? She has not even been naughty recently.

took her hand and asked with a smile, "Then tell me."

Xue Jian squeezed her lips and glanced at him: "Now is not the time to tell you!"

The ancients said that if it doesn't sound, it will be amazing.

"Then when do you think is the right time?" Seeing that her smile was full and her eyebrows were bent, Zhou Bo's body was soft and numb, and he said gently, "Whenever you say it's suitable, I will follow you."

Talking about the ambiguous topic in an ambiguous tone, Xue blushed when she saw it, gave Zhou Bo a fierce look, grabbed his hand and sat aside with her mouth pouted.

Before Zhou Bo finished speaking, he continued, "If you are not happy to rely on you, you can rely on me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Jian was angry, pointed to Zhou Bo with his waist and shouted, "You, this..." After all, he didn't continue to scold.

Zhou Bo smiled admiringly: "Tut, your waist-lifting movement is like Mrs. Han at the head of the village." Mrs. Han is the first Hedong lion in Pingtou Village. She is ugly, but she is in charge of Mr. Han to death. There is no one in the village who laughs behind his back. Zhou Bo also laughed aw, "You will look like Mrs. Han in the future, for sure."

Think about how interesting it is to see Xuejian's delicate little face, replace it with Mrs. Han's strong figure and scolding like a bell. Will I listen to it like old Han all my life?

The arsenic, my honey.

Just thinking of the fun place, he took a picture of the inkstone early. Zhou Bo took a closer look. Fortunately, he didn't splash any ink ideas.

Next, Xuejian smiled coldly and called Xiaomei who heard the sound pushing the door in: "The young master's hand is sore that he didn't hold the inkstone and made a table. Come and clean it up."

After wiping it clean a few times, Xiaomei didn't say much and went out. Zhou Bo pointed to Xue Jian and said angrily, "Come here and see me deal with you!" Xue saw that he was fierce and muttered strangely, "I can't get over. Come here if you have the ability."

Zhou Bo's leg injury has not healed. Naturally, he understood what she meant and pointed to her and said, "I will let you have fun for another half day. You wait."

When Xue saw it, he hid aside and muttered randomly, "Wait and wait." It's quiet in the study.

Every day, she followed Zhou Bo in the study. When Zhou Bo read the account book, she was also sneaky and busy. Zhou Bo sometimes peeked and saw that she burned the awl of shoes found from Du's mother red with candlelight, and then pricked it on something. While pricking, he gritted his teeth and broke his face, looking very sad.

Looking up from the account book and looking at it for a few times, Zhou Bo couldn't help asking, "Xue Jian, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah, ah, ah..." Shocked by this sudden sound, the awl in his hand turned away, poked on his finger, and the red awl directly burned into the meat, shook his hand, shook off the awl, and also shook off a line of blood beads. Xue Jian stood up straight with tears and jumped his feet, "My lord, you squeaked in advance. The sound scared me."

Zhou Bo jumped directly despite the leg injury, hugged Xuejian, whose face was pale with pain, into his arms, pulled her injured hand, put it into her mouth, and then spit out a mouthful of blood. All right, all right, take out the blood and it will be fine in a while. Xue saw that he swd up in his arms, pouted, and just shouted pain.

Suddenly, Xuejian reacted, with tears on her face. She opened her eyes, hugged Zhou Bo with her backhand, and said eagerly, "Dalang, you're crazy. You don't want your legs. It's not ready yet. Just jump around!"

Then he shouted outside the study, "Xiaomei, Xiaomei, go and find Xu Weng!"

Xiaomei answered outside the house and ran away.

Helping Zhou Bo sit back in the chair, Xue burst into tears and said, "Don't you cherish yourself like this? Or do you want me to bear the curse for a lifetime?

Zhou Bo took her hand, blew gently, ignored her, and said with a cold face, "Just calm down. You haven't taken needle and thread. Your hands are more stupid than feet. You have known that you have to hurt yourself!"

"How serious your leg injury is during the Spring Festival. How many people are watching this? This is deliberately making Xuejian bear the crime pointed out by thousands of people!"

"You have nothing to play with a cone. Is the cone fun? Now it's fun to pierve your hands, isn't it?"

"Week! Bo!" Xue Jian pulled back his hand and said, "Can't you listen to me?"

Xu Cong'an heard Xiaomei's urgency, so he came and opened the door urgently. "I'm saying that I've been back to peace in the past two days, and there's something wrong with you..." But he was seeing the two people next to each other. Xuejian pointed to Zhou Bo, and Zhou Bo smiled and came to hold her hand.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

He stood at the door, neither in nor out. He had to say, "Don't call me here, don't you let me watch you flirt?" As he spoke, he put his eyes on Zhou Bo's injured leg, which was still a little absent-minded.

This doctor Xu is a magic doctor. The first sight is always a patient in need of help. Seeing that Xue blushed, she pulled back her hand, turned around and spat Xu Cong'an and said, "Mr. Xu is not in good shape!" He gave way and said, "Look at the young master's legs. I'm afraid that he will jump and crack the wound just now."

"It's jumping and jumping, that's a squirrel!" Xu Cong'an could only nod his head and come over, roll up Zhou Bo's trouser legs and check them carefully. It's all grown up. What can I do?

The snow beside him looked nervously.

After the inspection, Xu Cong'an turned around and said, "There is still your hand. I believe you know how to deal with it. There is no need for me to explain anything more." After saying that, she stared at Xue with a little dissatisfaction. Originally, the girl was getting more and more lazy to cook in person, but now she has more excuses.

"Dalang's leg?" Xuejian knew that his hand was fine, so she only asked what she wanted to ask. Really nothing?"

Zhou Bo stared at her again, "Xu Weng said nothing, but only you dare to say no."

Xu Cong'an didn't bother to pay attention to her, but she was bitten by a dog. Although the wound was more and deeper, it was not the same as last time. How can she be so delicate.