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Chapter 109: Decoction (Part 1)

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    At the moment, the situation of the two of them has obviously changed.

    In the past, Yu Yan was quite forceful at this time. Whether it was taking Xiao Huan's temperature or changing his medicine, she always said the same thing.

    But now, Xiao Huan was sitting in front of Yu Yan, like a serious teacher.  He watched Yu Yan write, pointing out from time to time that she was holding the pen incorrectly, or that the strokes were in the wrong order when she wrote the pen.

    "You wrote the word wrong again." Xiao Huan watched her writing, frowned and said, "However, there are no strokes or strokes in the copy, so rewrite."

    "It's obviously the same word, what's wrong with missing a few strokes." Yu Yan retorted, "I didn't make a mistake."

    "Do as the Romans do when you come to the countryside. When you come here, you will naturally write here."

    Yu Yan finally got impatient and stared at him: "Have you finished taking your temperature?"

    Xiao Huan then took out the thermometer and showed it to her.

    Yu Yan looked at it, it was normal, she gave him a blank look, and continued to write.

    "It's the same with this one." Xiao Huan put the thermometer aside and continued to point, "How did I teach you just now? Hold the pen steadily and use your wrist strength, otherwise it will be skewed."

    Yu Yan simply put down the pen: "You can write so well, why don't you write for me?"

    Xiao Huan glanced at her, and said lightly: "Do you want to play tricks?"

    Yu Yan pursed her lips and said unhappily: "When you made the appointment, you only said to copy the books, but you didn't say that you should write well."

    Xiao Huan did not give in: "Copying the book is of course to make the handwriting look good, so why do we need an agreement?"

    Seeing his serious look, Wei Lang couldn't help but embarrass himself.

    Xiao Huan has been famous for his elegance since he was a child, and he is quite accomplished in calligraphy. If he has an inexplicable attachment to something, it must be calligraphy.

    The people who made good friends with him, apart from their character, were without exception written a good handwriting.  And if a person's handwriting is not satisfactory, even if he is talented elsewhere, he is no different from illiterate in Xiao Huan's eyes.

    Therefore, it is already a miracle in the world that he can sit down with such dignity and teach a person to write stroke by stroke.

    This may feel exciting to the uninformed, but in the eyes of Wei Lang and the others, it is simply tragic.

    Everyone in Shuofang knew how strict Xiao Huan was.

    Whether it is these close servants, the generals who lead the army, or just a small soldier, no one can escape the frenzied drills on the teaching ground.

    Even Xiao Huan himself, as long as he has free time, he will practice as long as others practice, so that in the camp, no one has always been able to beat him in fighting.

    Thinking of this, he couldn't help sympathizing with Yu Yan.

    "Your Highness, sister," Wei Lang walked forward with a smile on his face, "It's getting late, and Bi Yuan just made some soup to cushion her stomach."

    Seeing that they put the soup on the table, Xiao Huan looked at Yu Yan.

    Yu Yan could smell the soup from the moment they came in, and she felt hungry all of a sudden.  She ignored him, put down her pen, got off the couch, and went to the case.

    Bi Yuan has always been good at making these things. Yu Yan hasn't tasted them for a long time, and she couldn't help but feel good after eating them.

    She praised Bi Yuan fiercely, and Bi Yuan couldn't help but feel happy when she heard it.

    Xiao Huan also praised, but Bi Yuan's face flushed, she couldn't finish her sentence, and then she backed out shyly.

    Disaster.  Yu Yan glanced at Xiao Huan, thinking.

    "These lotus seeds are good, eat more." Xiao Huan looked as usual, and filled Yu Yan's bowl with a spoon.

    After eating, Yu Yan looked at the papers on the case and didn't want to move them, so she simply played a rogue.

    "I'm sleepy," she said, "let's put it away and write tomorrow."

    Xiao Huan was unmoved, and said: "Today's work is finished today, and tomorrow there is something to do. You have already copied half of it, concentrate on writing, and it will be finished soon."

    Yu Yan knew that Xiao Huan would not let it go easily, and while scolding herself in her heart for why she agreed to it without saying the price, she sat down on the couch again, and slowly picked up the pen.

    Xiao Huan looked at her obediently bowing her head to write, picked up the modern history at hand and continued to turn it over, the corners of her lips curved slightly.

    To be honest, Xiao Huan found that he liked it quite a bit.  Just sitting with her like this, we can do our own things without talking, and there will always be inexplicable peace and relaxation in our hearts.

    The sound of talking came from the music outside, it was the servants in the hall playing werewolf killing with great enthusiasm.

    And Xiao Huan knew that Yu Yan would not go anywhere except here.

    &nDysmenorrhea on the first day.  But it was probably because of the cold on the road, this time, it was obviously very serious.

    In the lower abdomen, it seemed to be stirred by something, his body was weak, and he was sweating non-stop.  She drank two cups of hot water in a row, but it didn't help.

    In addition, she felt that something was wrong with her body and she was dizzy.

    Not long after, Xiao Huan also noticed something strange about her.

    I saw her leaning on the rolled up soft mattress, motionless, her face turned pale.

    Xiao Huan reached out and touched her forehead, frowning: "Why is it so hot?"

    Yu Yan also touched her forehead, it seemed a little hot.

    Xiao Huan didn't say much, and immediately took out the thermometer and asked her to measure it. Not long after, she took it out and checked it, and found that the temperature had reached 38-6 degrees.

    "Did you feel so uncomfortable before?" Xiao Huan asked.

    "Occasionally" Yu Yan sniffed, still trying to whitewash the peace, "This time it's because of a cold, it's okay."

    Xiao Huan ignored the words and said, "How do you deal with your dysmenorrhea?"

    Yu Yan looked at him with faint eyes: "Take painkillers."

    Xiao Huan: ""

    He knew this, and probably blamed him for letting Yu Yan lose her luggage.

    Not long after, everyone got Xiao Huan's order and stopped to rest by the side of the road.

    Li Tai, Wei Lang and others dismounted, but saw Xiao Huan walking out of the carriage.

    "Are there soup mugs among the sundries?" he asked.

    Wei Lang said: "Yes."

    "Go get it." Xiao Huan said, "And the medicine that Gu brought back from there, take them all."

    Wei Lang responded and walked towards the carriage behind.

    Xiao Huan turned to Li Tai again, and said: "Brothers, let's use some dry food to deal with it at lunch time, hurry on the road, and stop at the nearest city to rest."

    Although Li Tai didn't know why, he didn't ask any more questions, and he should do as he said.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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