Hou Men's Pampering: Splendid Little Doctor Girl

Chapter 381

However, he didn't hold her hand, he didn't caress her slightly hot cheek, and he didn't blow hot air evilly behind her ear as usual.

He is like a big brother pampering and pampering a little girl, his cleanly trimmed fingers gently brushed over her forehead, and slowly combed and smoothed her black hair blown away by the night wind , even the naughty hair tips slightly raised, he gently straightened them with his fingers, and placed them neatly behind her shoulders.

But when she thought he was done, his hand never stopped stroking her hair.As if how smooth her black hair was, how much he couldn't put it down, he had a great time playing with it and caressed her quite comfortably.

Because of the moonlight, the angle at which Rong Qiao looked up, her eyes were just level with the comfort of his cold and hard lips.

She looked at him incomprehensibly, and didn't understand why the cold boy with unpredictable temperament became so weird for no reason at night, and his every move became so, so unbelievable.

The question marks in her eyes, those misty pupils, all fell into his sight.He smiled lightly, without explaining anything, but continued to caress her blue hair, wrapping her waist gently, and then habitually rested his head on her shoulder, hugging a cup of tea.

"It's getting late, let's have a good rest, my business has been done, it's time to do yours. I'll take you up the mountain tomorrow."

His chin touched her forehead for a while, then let go of her suddenly, and his handsome figure disappeared into the blurred moonlight in an instant.

Rong Qiao watched his back as he walked out, and listened to the voice of his footsteps becoming light under the moonlight.

For a moment, she was a little dazed, a blurry light flashed in her head, she felt like she had caught something, and like the wind passing through the bamboo forest, it just brushed her palm, but was not firmly held by her hand. trapped.

She stood there, watching for a long, long time, until the coolness of the night wind blew into her tulle jacket, and she finally woke up.Suddenly, his cheeks burned like fire.

Her pajamas are so transparent that she only puts them on when she goes to bed and sleeps peacefully on weekdays.

Now, he really has seen it all.

She sighed, raised her fingers naturally, and flicked her forehead, remembering his strange expression just now, inexplicably understood, and suddenly laughed.

The silver bell-like laughter passed through the corridor and entered the ear of that person.

Chashan is the season for new tea buds.On the tea branches all over the sky, there are clusters, the bright yellow, trembling new buds stretch out from the core of the branches and leaves, and the bright green double leaves, in the morning dew, pick the tea leaves along the tea branches with two fingers The quintessential part of it is the drop of emerald green buds.

From the end of March to the beginning of April, the rainy season is dense, and the tea buds come out, which is the season for selling tea at a high price. However, due to the rainy weather, the good time of picking tea leaves is delayed. When the sun is shining, the tea farmers rush to pick. Picking tea leaves at this time is the most laborious, because the buds are fresh and tender, just such a small piece, and the quantity is not much.

A tea farmer, after being busy all day long, can only pick a few tea leaves at most.

Therefore, tea merchants who come to Chashan to buy tea want the best and freshest tea, of course, it is the most appropriate time to buy tea during this season.

However, the same problem facing the tea merchants is that the natural price of such time-consuming and scarce tea is also the one who bids the highest among the tea merchants.

Of course, the tea farmers who rely on the tea mountain for food every year will naturally not waste such a good opportunity in vain.They will send a few capable people who can be directors to deal with the tea merchants to ensure the best profits for the tea farmers to negotiate with the tea merchants on the price of tea.

At this time, it was originally the busiest time in the tea mountain, but now, apart from the tea farmers picking tea leaves and children playing, there is not a single tea merchant coming up the mountain.

"What's going on here?" Rong Qiao frowned slightly as he looked at the emerald green and tender yellow tea leaves in front of him.

In Gong Huangjue's cold and deep eyes, the water rippled slightly, but he didn't speak a word.

Rong Qiao casually stopped an old man who was carrying firewood and said, "Old man, may I ask why this year is so bleak, why don't you see other tea merchants coming up the mountain to buy tea?"

The old man looked at Rong Qiao, then at Gong Huangjue who was beside her, looked around cautiously, and then briefly explained the reason of the matter.

It turns out that in the early years, between tea farmers and tea merchants, you buy and sell, you like, and I like you. They have cooperated for many years and have a good relationship. They will not intentionally drive up or lower the price. Let both parties be disappointed, and in the end, tea farmers and tea merchants will trade tea at a price acceptable to both parties.

But problems started to appear last year. After the local bully Huang Asan interfered with the tea on the tea mountain, the tea growers were really miserable.

In the name of the magistrate's brother-in-law, Huang Ah San bought and sold tea farmers at the cheapest price, and forced foreign tea merchants to sell them at a high price to make huge profits. Too angry to speak, he could only knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

Therefore, none of the tea merchants who lost money last year came this year.As a result, the best time to buy tea is when it is deserted and there is no business going up the mountain.

After the woodcutter finished speaking, he looked around with fear in his eyes, and when he saw a group of people appearing in front of him, he quickly dodged to avoid them, and leaning against Rong Qiao, he said in a low voice, "You are from other places. Come guests, the old man advises you to go down the mountain quickly. If you meet Huang Bopi, you will lose everything, go down the mountain quickly." He sighed, hunched over his body, and walked to the mountain road step by step with firewood go up.

"Hey, old man Lu, why are you so slow, why is there so little firewood, how can there be enough, go down the mountain quickly, call more woodcutters, and bring all the firewood in their hands here. If you dare not obey, tell him to wait for the yamen to eat the board." Among the group of people walking rampantly, a fat man in a blue satin robe was holding a bird cage in his hand, playing with the parrot in the cage, While threatening the old woodcutter.

The old woodcutter nodded. "Yes, yes, yes, I will go now, I will go here." He hesitated for a while, and a simple and honest smile appeared on his face. "That, firewood money—"

"What?!" The man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks beside the fat man pushed the old woodcutter hard.

"Our young master takes a fancy to your family's firewood. It's the blessing you have cultivated in eight lifetimes. Let me tell you, old man Lu, don't toast and refuse to eat fine wine. Hurry up and finish the errands that our young master ordered. Maybe, When the young master is in a good mood, I will give you some rewards, go—"

He threw the old woodcutter's pole towards his feet, and it hit the old woodcutter's feet.

The old woodcutter endured the pain, but had no choice but to speak.

"Master Huang, please do me a favor. There is also a sick granddaughter in the old man's family. She has been hungry for several days and has no rice to cook. Please show mercy and give the old man firewood money." He pulled Huang Ah San's skirt and begged him.

Huang Ah San kicked the old woodcutter away in displeasure.

"Bah - good guy who doesn't know what's good or bad, I can use your firewood, that's why I think highly of you, I have your face, and dare to ask me for money, I really ate my ambition."

He put down the birdcage, approached the old woodcutter viciously, stretched out his feet, and wanted to step on the old man.

Rong Qiao was anxious, just as she was about to make a move, the cold-faced man beside her was faster than her. In the blink of an eye, not only did Huang Ah San not step on the old woodcutter, he even ate a dog. Crawling, fell into the dust, and became a chubby **** with all four legs in the sky, who, who dared to throw me, young master. "

Huang Ah San sat up from the ground in embarrassment, he still didn't know who actually attacked him.

But when Gong Huangjue was standing in front of him in black clothes and black hair, her fierce eyebrows were raised high, and her deep and cold eyes were filled with bloodthirsty murderous intent, that Huang Ah San was still dead. Before he knew it, he jumped up and rushed straight in front of Gong Huangjue, stretched out his finger, poked his chest and shouted.

"You are this stinky brat who provokes me, aren't you?"

He rolled up his sleeves, exposed his plump hands, and rushed towards Gong Huangjue. "See how I deal with you, uncle."

click -

With a crisp sound, Gong Huangjue lightly clasped it on Huang Ah San's throat.

At this moment, he exudes a gloomy and cold aura, like a seducer walking out of hell, hunting his prey expressionlessly.

Huang Asan looked at Gong Huangjue's expression, his cruel and bloodthirsty cold eyes, a cold light flashed across his mind, and he suddenly thought of someone.

Thinking of that person, he couldn't help but start to tremble all over.

"No, it won't be him, it won't—" He spoke intermittently, his breath gradually weakened, his breathing became short, and he began to feel unsteady.

On a fat face, the fat began to accumulate and distort, gradually turning into the color of pork liver.

A look of astonishment flashed across Rong Qiao's clear eyes. She stepped forward quickly, and suddenly raised her hand to grab Gong Huangjue's wrist.

"No, you can't kill him, cold-faced man." She shook her head at him with a solemn expression.

Gong Huangjue stared straight at Rong Qiao with a puzzled light and three-point questioning.

"This kind of person deserves to die, he deserves to be killed!"

"Even if he deserves to die, the people in the yamen must decide the case. You can't decide a person's life or death in private."

Rong Qiao held his hand tightly.

"Besides, I don't want your hands to be dirty with his blood. You know, he's not worthy of you, and he's not worthy of your hands."

Gong Huangjue stared at Rong Qiao's delicate face for a long time, and slowly loosened his slender fingers that were tightly clasped around Huang Ah San's neck, who was about to die. Then, with a slight movement of his fingers, Huang Ah San flew away. Get out and fall hard to the ground.

"roll!"

With a deep cold voice, deep eyes, and dangerous lights that sometimes sink and float.

(End of this chapter)