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Chapter 259: Ome or Heaven? (Add more tickets!)

"May I ask who are the two girls? Why is Master Shandao in my Tu Lianghan's room?" Xie Xun asked in amazement.

"Hmph." Xue Zhongzhu didn't bother to reply.

Zhao Qingxiu raised her head, opened her eyes wide, and let out a soft "ah".

No one answered.

Xie Xun frowned slightly. The second daughter in front of the sick bed was wearing a clumsy and stylish Wufu dress with a long sword on her back. She didn't look like a servant girl from a wealthy family.

In addition to the delicate girl who looked after Liang Han like a personal maid, who looked kind and weak, there was another tall, blond and dazzling mixed-race bearded girl with a strong aura and slanting blue eyes. generation.

In particular, Xie Xun faintly felt the cold winter temperature in the house, which was slowly emanating from this woman.

Her breath is like a wind knife in the heavy snow outside the house on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

It's sword energy.

And the closed-eyed young man on the sickbed, in this cold winter room temperature, breathed a lot thicker, and his face, which was originally pale as paper, became a lot ruddy.

When Xie Xun came in, the delicate girl was kneeling at the end of the bed, with her plain hands closed, covering Ouyang Rong's feet gently, as if she was pointing at some acupuncture points.

On the other side, the blond mixed-race bearded girl looked at what her companion had done, with displeasure written all over her face.

"you……"

Xie Xun was about to speak, when suddenly he felt his sleeve being pulled by someone behind him.

"Father." Xie Lingjiang called weakly, stopped him, lowered his head and said:

"This... this delicate girl is a relative in the elder brother's hometown, and is also very worried about the injury of the elder brother. These days, she and I are taking care of the elder brother together."

After the introduction of his daughter, Xie Xun felt something was wrong, and the atmosphere in the room was also:

"Oh, then this one is..."

"It's her big sister."

"Oh."

Xie Xun nodded, looked thoughtfully, cast his eyes away, Xue Zhongzhu didn't look at him, and didn't give him a good face.

As for Zhao Qingxiu in front of the bed, when she saw Xie Xun and Xie Lingjiang entering the room, she hurriedly stood up.

"Ah." She stood there a little at a loss, wiped the front and back of the apron with her small hands, and tried to smile at the middle-aged Confucian scholar who was looking at him.

Zhao Qingxiu opened her small mouth, pointed to it, waved her hand, then temporarily put down Tan Lang, who was breathing steadily, and ran to bring tea and water to Tan Lang's mentor with a happy face.

This relative of Lianghan's family is a dumb girl?How come I never heard him mention it?
Xie Xun turned around in astonishment, and looked at Xie Lingjiang.

"I...I'll help too." Xie Lingjiang didn't go to see his father, nor gave him a chance to ask questions, he lowered his head and chased out the door, "Miss Qingxiu, wait a minute..."

After a while, Zhao Qingxiu and Xie Lingjiang brought tea and pastries together.

Zhao Qingxiu babbled and made familiar and easy-to-understand gestures, calling for Xie Xun and his party who came from afar to sit down and drink tea.

The furniture of the Sanhui Temple in the Buddhist area is simple and simple. This delicate and dumb girl wears an apron around her waist, and she is familiar with moving stools, cleaning tables and chairs, and her hands and feet are more diligent than the maids of wealthy families.
It made all the visitors feel good.

Xie Lingjiang was also helping at the side, but she would only lift the pot to pour tea, stretch out her hand, and repeatedly correct the position of the cup like obsessive-compulsive disorder...

It can be seen that she has worked hard to help and learn, but she is really not good at doing these rough jobs by nature.

Compared with the hard-working and smiling girl next to her, it is quite clumsy that she can only follow behind the latter's butt to fight.

And Zhao Qingxiu is actually teaching her very patiently, but what's the use of cramming temporarily?Xie Lingjiang is obsessed with cleanliness, especially since she is tall and graceful, but standing next to the slender and thin Zhao Qingxiu, she looks clumsy.

Very twisted.

In short, when serving tea and pouring water to entertain guests, anyone with a discerning eye can see:

This sick room where Ouyang Lianghan recovers from his injuries is the home of this delicate girl.

Who is housekeeping, who is delicate, who is natural, and who is awkward, is clear at a glance.

"Thank you girl."

Xie Xun took the teacup from the dumb girl with both hands, thanked him with a smile, then turned his head again, and said to Xie Lingjiang:
"Wu Hou worked hard too."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Junior Sister." Other guests also said yes.

Xie Lingjiang forced a smile and turned his face away.

In fact, no one would laugh at Xie Lingjiang, even in Xie Xun's view, Xie Lingjiang poured tea for his old father in a panic, and he was already diligent, and he was very relieved.

But sometimes, there are some things, not afraid of you not doing well, but afraid of comparing them together...

Xie Xun took advantage of his head down to sip his tea, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the severed finger on the right hand under the sleeve of the delicate and dumb woman, showing a little pity.

Immediately, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the daughter who bowed her head next to her had her hands tucked under the table, and eight of her ten fingers were tightly twisted together.

Xie Xun put down his teacup and sighed with the breath of tea.

"I still don't know girl, what kind of relative is Liang Han?"

Ignoring the unfriendly eyes of the angry mixed-race bearded woman in the back room, Xie Xun turned to Zhao Qingxiu and said kindly.

Zhao Qingxiu's face was slightly red, her eyes flickered slightly, and she lowered her eyes and shook her head.

After a while, she poured tea again, warmly entertained Xie Xun and others to drink tea, then turned around, left temporarily, and went to the back room to appease the senior sister.

Xie Xun's inquiring gaze moved away from the delicate and dumb girl's back, and landed on the slightly stiff daughter next to her.

Only then did he realize that after Xie Lingjiang entered the room, he was still wearing the white gauze hat, and even drinking tea was put under the white gauze to cover the sip of tea, so he couldn't see his specific expression clearly...

At this time, everyone noticed that in the back room, the mute girl was scrubbing the sweaty face of Ouyang Rongcha who was lying in a coma on the bed. Xie Lingjiang hurriedly put down the teacup, walked into the back room, and helped fetch the copper basin to pour water, and offered a hand.

"Ugh."

After the little junior sister left, a group of disciples noticed that the always serious and respectful teacher put down the teacup again and sighed in vain.

Maybe... the tea is too hot?
After half a stick of incense, Xie Xun and his party finished drinking tea and rested, and then went into the back room to visit the unconscious Ouyang Rong. Xie Xun said a few words of comfort to Zhao Qingxiu, left some healing medicines, and left temporarily.

Before leaving, Xie Xun deliberately clasped his fists at the candle in the snow, bowed slightly to salute, with a grateful look on his eyes.

Candle in the snow ignored him, with a cold face the whole time.

Xie Lingjiang got up silently, whispered something, and turned to see Xie Xun and his party go out.

The inner room became quiet again, and the sound of footsteps in the yard outside gradually faded away.

There are only three people left in the house, one lying down, two standing.

"Seventh Martial Sister, they are not qualified to serve you tea and water, and smile to please you!"

Candle in the Snow's words were cold, and he said word by word:

"You are the virgin of Yuejun Palace, the leader of swordsmanship in the world, and will inherit the position of 'Yuanjun' of Yunmeng Jianze in the future. They don't even have the qualification to meet you!"

Zhao Qingxiu lowered his head and touched his sleeve.

"Did you listen to me?" Xue Zhongzhu asked coldly.

"Yeah." Zhao Qingxiu suddenly took out a big peach from her sleeve, held it in both hands, and handed it to Xue Zhongzhu.

"..."

The peaches are big and round, they look plump and juicy, and there are clear drops of water on the light pink peach skin.

Obviously, the dumb girl just went out to serve tea and water to the guests, picked it up, washed it in cold well water and brought it back... Such a big peach, this Shenshan Mountain Temple really has everything.

"Don't eat, don't change the topic." Xue Zhongzhu turned his face away and snorted coldly, not looking at the bright smile of the dumb girl.

Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head again, took out a small knife, grasped the knife with four fingers of her right hand, "swiped", and the hairy peach skins fell down one after another.

With her small face, she finished peeling the peaches intently, and then handed the peaches with pink and tender flesh to the elder sister again:
"Yeah."

The ruthless Xue Zhongzhu knew that the tone was calling her.

"Yahah~"

She felt the snow-white cuffs being held by a little junior sister's little hand, and she swayed gently, softly and timidly.

The corners of Xue Zhongzhu's eyes twitched.

In a moment, she couldn't help but scolded: "Go wash your hands, you just touched the smelly man's feet!"

"Uh-huh!"

Being scolded by the elder sister, the little dumb girl happily ran out to clean the peach meat, very unhappy.

The corners of Xue Zhongzhu's eyes twitched even harder.

This girl is really hopeless.

Both angry and funny.

A dull moment alone.

The eldest lady of Yunmeng turned her head abruptly, and glared at the handsome young man who was covering the bedding tightly with his bare feet behind him on the sick bed.

She wished she could immediately stun the little junior sister and drag her away, draw her sword, and finish him off with one blow.

Such a good little junior sister, pure and well-behaved like a child, everyone in Yunmeng's school, from the master to the senior sisters, loves and loves her as a rare treasure, but why did she meet such a sick man who is like a oil bottle?

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　Humph!I didn't expect it, Jiageng!I was recommended two days ago, and I promised my brothers, hold back the one day less scolding, and try to add a new chapter. By the way, at the end of the month, I will ask for a wave of tickets that are about to expire, and fill me up quickly, or2 (pout up)
　　


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