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Zhan Nanchu held the girl in his arms and fed her the medicine himself. He felt angry and distressed when he saw the girl's pale face. He did not care about the difference between men and women at this moment. He asked someone to hold an umbrella and personally carried the girl back to his room.

I consoled myself in my heart that the house was damp from the rain, and staying there would only delay the little girl's recovery.

But in fact, only he knew that his yard was so far away from her, and he was afraid that he would worry too much about her not going there in time.

After all, he said he was her brother.

Who arranged this yard? It's so far away.

Forced to listen to his scolding, Banyue moved Mengjiao to the yard next to him: Sometimes being a subordinate is really helpless.

The autumn rain washed over the whole night, stopping only for a while in the morning and then starting to fall again during the day.

Meng Jiao vaguely remembered that Zhan Nanchu held her in his arms and fed her medicine, and then she lost consciousness and couldn't remember anything else.

She rubbed her head and stood up in a daze. Man Yue saw her and helped her up, and told the other maids waiting in the room to bring medicine and breakfast.

While others were not paying attention, Meng Jiao swallowed a few mouthfuls of the spiritual spring water under the cover of her sleeves. The pain in her throat reminded her that her previous efforts were not in vain.

She should be able to speak simply now, but she may not have spoken for a long time, so she still needs to practice privately.

Zhan Nanchu stayed with the people until dawn when he went to court. After the court session, he went straight to the palace with a gloomy face.

When he came back, he saw Meng Jiao holding a small notebook and trying to refuse Man Yue's medication. His face immediately darkened.

Although Man Yue felt sorry for her daughter, she knew that good medicine tasted bitter and she had to drink it, so she held the bowl and tried to coax her daughter earnestly.

Meng Jiao's health gradually improved after drinking the spiritual spring water. Although she felt that the spiritual spring water was a bit watery now that it was in unlimited supply, it was definitely more effective than the medicine in this mansion, so she was unwilling to drink it.

During the stalemate between the two, Zhan Nanchu came over, took the medicine bowl from Man Yue's hand, and sat down beside the bed himself.

Meng Jiao tried to quibble, brushing with charcoal brush,

[The medicine is cold and has poor efficacy]

Zhan Nanchu was so angry that he laughed. He turned around and asked someone to find the court doctor to personally cook a bowl of medicine at the most suitable temperature and bring it in. In order to ensure the efficacy of the medicine, he deliberately threatened,

"Take the preserves down."

After a while, Doctor Qiao personally brought the boiled medicine into the room. Meng Jiao sighed in her heart, alas, the devil is always stronger than the righteous.

Obediently took the medicine bowl and drank it. The bitter taste of the medicine filled every corner of her mouth. Meng Jiao frowned and couldn't help sticking out her tongue.

Zhan Nanchu saw this and quickly stuffed the candied fruit he had hidden in his hand into Meng Jiao's mouth, but he still said straight male words,

"Next time if you don't take the medicine obediently, I will ask the doctor to give you an extra 2 taels of coptis chinensis and I will feed it to you myself."

Two taels? Meng Jiao raised her head suddenly and looked at him in disbelief.

Someone come, the Regent is bullying a child!

"Tsk, did you remember what I told you?"

Take a deep breath. You can't beat the target. If you can't afford to provoke her, you can afford to hide. Meng Jiao got out of bed without saying anything. She wanted to go back to her room.

Yes, she is still being confined by him. She wants to go back now. She doesn't want to stay with this straight guy for even a second.

The little girl had just woken up, her hair was a little messy, her clothes were a little untidy, and her face was slightly flushed with anger. Only her feet were not wearing embroidered shoes, and her round and smooth toes were exposed to the air, looking inexplicably cute and innocent.

Before Meng Jiao could get out of bed, Zhan Nanchu had already seen through her intentions, and pulled her back into bed, asking fiercely,

"You don't know what's wrong and you still don't wear shoes! Wen Mengjiao, believe it or not, I will spank you!"

Ahhhh! Mad!

Meng Jiao smashed Zhan Nanchu with her steamed bun-sized fist, then picked up the charcoal pencil and wrote quickly.

【go out! 】

Zhan Nanchu couldn't tell what made her angry, but the little girl's face turned blue. What had he done wrong? Did she really use her boldness on him?

Seeing that he didn't move, Meng Jiao said, "Get out, or I'll leave!"

Zhan Nanchu's body moved faster than his brain, and he turned around and walked out of the house angrily. He stood at his door for a long time before he reacted.

No, this is his room, right? And she was the one who didn't take the medicine, right?

I turned around and wanted to go in, but Meng Jiao's angry face kept appearing in my mind.

Tsk, that’s really troublesome!

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Military camp in the suburbs of Beijing,

"Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter. You, you said you kicked a little girl out of her room? Seriously?"

Qin Sheng laughed so hard that he fell backwards. His suave face was filled with laughter from the bottom of his heart.

Yes, you read that right, laugh at me.

This guy was encountered by Zhan Nanchu when he returned to Beijing to establish an intelligence network. On the surface, he was the youngest bastard of the Qingwu family and a frequent visitor to Qinlou and Chuguan. However, behind the scenes, he was the famous master of the "Dark Spirit" in the Jianghu.

When they first met, she dressed in women's clothes to tease Zhan Nanchu, and he beat her so hard that she couldn't get out of bed for three days. Later, she became obsessed with him.

In his own words, it has been a long time since he saw a man who was not tempted by him. In fact, everyone knows that he just wants to take back everything that belongs to his mother through cooperation with Zhan Nanchu.

"If you keep laughing, I won't mind turning you into a real woman!"

After hearing this, Qin Sheng finally put away the smile on his face, but he still couldn't help but be curious.

"Tell me about it, isn't that kid in your yard still a ten-year-old kid? Can't you hold it in?"

The teacup shattered, and the broken porcelain scratched Qin Sheng's face and embedded into the large tent pillar behind him. Zhan Nanchu's face was serious, which he had never shown in front of him.

"If you say anything bad about her again, the next time the broken porcelain will cut your neck."

Qin Sheng tapped his fingertips lightly, and the slight pain reminded him that if he hadn't tilted his head in time, he would have been disfigured.

He was originally planning to get angry, but after hearing what Zhan Nanchu said, he instantly became silent and serious.

"You really want to raise her as a child? What good will it do you?"

Zhan Nanchu took the new cup, poured himself some water, and replied,

"Pay attention to the wording, it's my sister, I don't know, probably because I'm homeless and I don't want her to be homeless either."

The atmosphere was inexplicably moving in a strange direction. Qin Sheng was not used to applying medicine to himself while changing the subject.

"Okay, okay, you're right, but will she really not beat you if you raise her like this?"

Zhan Nanchu, who had been punched in the chest by his fist, was instantly stabbed in the heart by his words. He asked in a rare tone of asking for advice,

"Then what should this king do?"

Qin Sheng paused while applying the medicine. This guy seemed to care more than he thought. It seemed that he had to go and see who that little guy was some other day.

"Tell me everything that happened between you two first."

Zhan Nanchu was impatient to talk so much, so he asked Meng Heng to explain it to him, and he supplemented it from time to time.

When he explained that Meng Jiao took the initiative to ask for a slap on the hand, even Qin Sheng, who was an experienced in gathering intelligence, was a little surprised.

"You said she asked you to slap your hands in front of others?"

Zhan Nanchu only cared about her injuries which were more serious than others.

"Well, she's just a little girl and she dared to fight with five men. Look at her injuries. What's wrong with me scolding her?"

Qin Sheng frowned fiercely.

"Are you sick? Why don't you scold her at another time? Shouldn't you first thank her for helping you resolve the situation and feel sorry for her injury?"

"I asked someone to apply medicine on her..."

Zhan Nanchu seemed to have reacted to something.

"Then did you tell her? Do you think she's one of those soldiers of yours? Do you think she can read minds?"

After finally finding Zhan Nanchu's fault, Qin Sheng was so happy to criticize him that he listed a bunch of his faults.

"What do you call this? You are self-righteous and you lack communication skills. Finally, little girl, do you understand that you need to be loved and pampered? You want to be her brother, but you do nothing and let the maid do everything. Why should she be close to you, right? And, you usually..."

"Um, Mr. Qin, the prince has been gone for a while. How about you have some tea and continue next time?"

Qin Sheng, who was speaking at the time, said:

"When did he leave?"