Novel: In the last life, he regretted missing it, and in this life he spoiled her to the bone, but she did not dare to pay her heart again

An Qing was not arrogant, crawled over with the book, and sat down side by side with him, Li Chengxiao saw her sitting over, he stopped paying attention, and looked down at himself to read the book.

After turning a few pages with the Thousand Character Text, An Qing asked Li Chengxiao curiously, "Has Your Royal Highness studied medicine before?" You recognize herbs so powerful! ”

Li Chengxiao snorted softly: "My mother's body has always been weak, and she has become a good doctor after a long illness, and my mother has a little understanding of pharmacology, and I have learned some common sense with my mother since I was a child." ”

Seeing him so skilled at identifying herbs, I am afraid that it is more than a little common sense.

Referring to his mother, Li Chengxiao's visible mood was depressed, and An Qing did not expect that his casual words of curiosity aroused his sadness, so he pointed to the book that Li Chengxiao was reading and asked: "What book are you reading?" ”

"Founding The Nation." Li Chengxiao answered.

"Does it look good?" What was written? An Qing asked curiously.

"Well," Li Chengxiao thought for a moment, "there are some small stories. ”

Upon listening to the story, An Qing came to the fore: "What story, interesting isn't it?" As soon as her head was stretched, the font on the book was not the font she was accustomed to seeing, twisted and twisted, like modern Mongolian.

"What kind of text is this, I don't know."

"This is Qi Wuguo's writing."

When today is divided into five countries, Qi Wu is located in the north of Dasheng, the people's style is fierce, and the national strength is no less than that of Dasheng.

It means that Li Chengxiao is also proficient in a "foreign language"? An Qing was a little admiring, Li Chengxiao was only four years older than her, giving her four years, afraid that he would not be able to learn to his current level.

"The Chronicle of the Founding of the Nation is the first auxiliary work of Qi Wuguo, most of which is written about the strategy of An bang and the determination of the country, but there are also some records of the customs and customs of Qi Wuguo, and some travel anecdotes, if you are interested, I can pick one for you to read and listen to."

"Okay, I want to hear it." An Qing threw away the thousand-character text in his hand: "Every day I face the Thousand Character Text and the Hundred Grass Zhi, I am about to suffocate. ”

Li Chengxiao smiled, turned the book in his hand for a while, and said: "Then this one, "Cheng Men Lixue" (quoted). ”

Cheng Men Lixue, telling a story of respecting teachers and re-teaching, Li Chengxiao's voice line is clear, although he is young, he does not see a childish voice, and it is very pleasant to tell.

The spring sun, basking on the body warmly, Li Chengxiao's reading tone is gentle and gentle, An Qing leans on his side, because of the long-term soaking in the medicinal bath, he has a faint medicinal fragrance, the smell is soothing and calming.

An Qing in his previous life what thrilling blockbuster has not seen, the simple and unpretentious respect for the teacher to re-teach the story is not too attractive, after listening to the story, An Qing's eyelids began to fight, head little by little, and after a while, Li Chengxiao only felt that his right shoulder was sinking, slowly turning his head sideways, An Qing had already rested his head on his shoulder and fell asleep.

Extremely close, close enough to see the fine fluff on An Qing's round and tender white face, and the thick eyelashes are long and curly.

Grandma Lin was originally sitting on the side of the embroidery and listening to her little master reading the story, and when she was listening to it with relish, the voice of the little master suddenly stopped, put down the embroidery bandage and looked over, found that An Qing was asleep, just wanted to stand up, Li Chengxiao put up her index finger on her lips and made a silent posture, and Grandma Lin quietly sat down again.

Li Chengxiao gently supported An Qing's head with his hand, An Qing smacked his mouth, slid down his gesture, and rested on Li Chengxiao's leg, curled up and lay there, small, childish and lovely.

The sun was shining, and An Qing slept sweetly and peacefully. The warm spring sun cast on An Qing's face through the window ledge, she frowned slightly, and moved uneasily, Li Chengxiao stretched out her hand, wide sleeves, blocking the direct sunlight.

An Qing's brow stretched out, and he smacked his mouth a few times in his sleep, muttering something very lightly.

Li Chengxiao did not hear clearly and bent down to get closer.

But I heard An Qing mutter, "Roast, roast chicken..."

Can't help but laugh, this foodie.

Silently looking at An Qing's sleeping face, round white powder was as tender as a small tangyuan, after a while, he reached out and gently pinched her bulging face.

Well, it feels better than you think.

Wu Niang brought lunch over, only to wake up An Qing, a grunt got up, wiped the corners of his mouth to sleep, and said loudly: "How can I sleep on your legs, is it numb?" You push me away! ”

Saying, he hurriedly went to rub Li Chengxiao's leg: "Your legs are not comfortable, and the pressure will be even more uncomfortable, I will help you rub it." ”

Li Chengxiao looked at the fat white hand that had just wiped his saliva and pressed his leg again, and silently turned his gaze: "It doesn't matter, anyway, there is no feeling." ”

An Qing's hand that was massaging Zheng Huan paused, and then he raised his small face and smiled: "Fragrant, I am hungry, Wu Niang, what is delicious today?" ”

Wu Niang opened the lid of the food box; "All of them are liked by the county lord." ”

An Qing looked over, eight treasure rabbit diced, sweet and sour fish strips, fried river shrimp with green onions, fish fillets with milk sauce, lake rice russet white, fresh mushroom vegetable hearts, and a large bowl of fresh bamboo shoot chicken soup. The main food is golden crisp and bean paste ruyi roll, plus two bowls of chicken fat and rice with green stems.

It's all for kids.

The meal was put on the table, Anding suddenly felt hungry, just the dish, hula after a while half a bowl of rice under the belly.

Li Chengxiao only drank a small half bowl of chicken soup, then pushed the bowl, An Qing wrapped rice in his mouth, and asked vaguely: "Is it that the dish is not in line with your appetite?" What do you like to eat, I asked Wu Niang to go to the kitchen to make it. ”

When Li Chengxiao first woke up, his spleen and stomach were weak and he had to eat less and eat more meals, but in the past few days, according to Mr. Zhong, he has been able to eat normally.

"No, the food is good, but I'm not hungry yet."

An Qing turned around and asked Grandma Lin, "Grandma Lin, what did Your Royal Highness use in the morning?" ”

Aunt Lin took a look at Li Chengxiao before she said, "Back to the county lord," Your Highness only drank medicine in the morning." ”

An Qing sighed, "Drink medicine on an empty stomach, natural appetite will not be good." ”

Aunt Lin's lips moved, and An Qing immediately said, "However, no matter whether your appetite is good or not, you can't eat it, I think you have to eat as much as possible." ”

An Qing talked nonchalantly: "Not to mention that people are iron rice is steel, and a meal that does not eat is hungry and panicked..."

"What is steel?" Li Chengxiao was confused.

Oh, forget that steel is a product of modern industry, there is no here, get it wrong, start again.

An Qing gave a sloppy look in his eyes: "It means that you can't not eat." She said: "If you want to recover as soon as possible, you must not be picky, even if you eat food as medicine, you must eat as much as possible, eating into the stomach is nutrition, help your body." ”

Where he is a picky eater, just in a bad mood, with a bad appetite.

The little girl pretended to be an adult with a straight face, a serious teaching look, real and cute, Li Chengxiao smiled, and took the rice handed by An Qing, "It is not as a medicine to swallow." ”