Zhang Juling did not return to Qiulan Pavilion until dinner. He followed his grandfather when he was young, very close to him and said a lot of things with him.
When the little girl guarding the gate saw him coming, she bowed and said, "Good Third Young Master."
Then he lifted the curtain and retreated to the side.
Zhang Juling walked into the room with her feet raised her feet and felt something was wrong. It was too quiet, and she didn't even say a word... Usually, as soon as he came back, he heard his wife coming down to the Xiangfei Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing Clothing
Several familiar girls stood by, but they could not see their wives.
He was startled and asked anxiously, "Where is the young lady?"
"Mrs. She is not very...comfortable, lying on the bed."
Taohong saluted and tried to speak.
"Mrs. Young lady is uncomfortable?"
Zhang Juling frowned: "How do you serve me?
Why don’t you find someone to go to Changle Pavilion to find me?”
As he spoke, he headed straight to the direction of the purple nanmu wood carved lotus stepping bed.
Taohong, Qiaozhen and others looked at each other and lowered their heads.
Gu Han lying with his eyes closed, his stomach hurt like a knife...
"Han'er, Han'er...what's wrong with you?"
Zhang Juling looked at his wife's little face pale but sweating profusely, so he hurriedly took her hand, which was cold and wet.
She was sweating! When he learned of this situation, he immediately became angry, got up and went outside, and said to Shuming: "Go and whip to Nanluo Hutong to invite Song Yan over."
Shuming followed Zhang Juling for many years and knew his character a little. At this time, he knew that he was angry when he saw his appearance.
Although his tone was still gentle and even a little smile, his eyes were sharp and cold.
This is clearly a manifestation that only when you are angry is angry.
The third young master is such a person. The more angry he is, the more gentle he is.
"Yes... the servant will go right away..." Shuming was stared at by Zhang Juling, his lips trembled. After saying that, he turned around and ran to the second yard, even forgot about the etiquette he had given.
The dusk became darker and gradually, the sky became darker like black grapes.
Zhang Juling re-entered the Western Ji room, but didn't even look at Tao Hong and the others, "Get out and kneel down."
He sat on the edge of the bed, took out a brocade handkerchief from the cuffs and wiped the sweat from Gu Han's forehead.
The few people were so scared that their faces turned pale and they hurriedly stepped out.
Kneeled in the courtyard of Qiulan Pavilion.
"No, husband..." Gu Han had no strength to speak, but heard Zhang Juling punishing her close-fitting girl and forced her to shake his hand. "No, I just had a menstrual period, and it has always been like this... I don't let them bother you and your grandfather."
"Men's life?"
Zhang Juling was puzzled for a moment and then realized, "But it shouldn't hurt like this, right?
If it is normal, it doesn’t hurt, and if it is painful, it doesn’t work. I still know this principle.”
Gu Han was stunned. What is the cause of a woman’s menstruation?
How did he know?
If it is normal, it will not hurt, and if it is painful, it will not be clear - Dr. Han also said when she was in the Gu family.
Zhang Juling coughed a few times, poured her hot longan and red date tea, helped her sit up, "Drink some."
Of course he couldn't say that he had turned the medical book on purpose.
Gu Han took a few sips, then stopped drinking, and whispered: "Husband, please spare Tao Hong and others. I want to wash my face and have them serve me."
Still thinking about it?
There are some girls who can serve her in Qiulan Pavilion, but they find such a bad excuse... Zhang Juling sighed, felt sorry for her and was worried about her. She had to nod, "Okay, I'll let them burn water for you now."
Then he called the girl in and asked for instructions.
Gu Han snuggled up to Zhang Juling, listened quietly to him, and finally said, "Thank you for your consideration, my husband."
"...Han'er, close your eyes and rest for a while."
Zhang Juling patted her back lightly, "Doctor Song is here. He is very skilled in medical skills. You will not hurt again if you take a dose of medicine."
Even though he knew what he said was impossible, Gu Han still couldn't help but bend the corner of his mouth.
The feeling of being coaxed is always particularly beautiful.
After a while, Qiaozhen brought in half a copper basin of hot water and twisted a hot towel, "Mrs. San Shao..."
Before she could finish her words, Zhang Juling took the hot towel away. He half-held Gu Han, carefully wiped her left hand, and then her right hand.
The candlelight hit the Third Young Master's face. He looked at the Third Young Master's expression and softened completely, as if he was staring at some treasure.
Qiaozhen only took a look and stopped looking.
Liang Yu set up dinner in the western diary, and Zhang Juling didn't eat anything. He fed Gu Han the remaining half bowl of red dates and millet porridge.
He coaxed Gu Han to eat a boiled egg again.
Gu Han had something in his stomach, and his body became a little warmer and drowsy, as if the pain in his stomach had been relieved.
A report from the little girl came from outside the door, saying that Shuming and Doctor Song had arrived.
Song Yan would come to treat Gu Han every few days, and the girls and the women in Qiulan Pavilion were also familiar with him.
"Come in."
Zhang Juling's calm voice sounded, signaling Taohong, who was standing in front of him to put the big red pillow on the head of the bed, and then the two of them helped Gu Han to sit together.
Song Yan came in alone with the medicine box, still a little gasping. He was almost trotted by Shuming all the way, so panicked that he didn't even have time to bring a medicine boy.
A girl moved her slap over, but Song Yan wanted to salute but was stopped by Zhang Juling. He said, "Let's take a look."
Song Yan nodded, sat down, and took the pulse to auscultate.
He closed his eyes, thought for a while, but said nothing. Instead, he immediately opened the medicine box, took out a pen and wrote a prescription, handed it to Qiaoling next to him, and told her: "... Go and decoct the medicine, and bring it over to the young lady while it is hot."
Qiaoling leaned down and pulled Taolu down.
Song Yan called Zhang Juling to the outside room and talked to him: "Mrs. Young lady has a poor physical foundation. She accidentally took ginseng health pills a few days ago... Therefore, she lacked qi and blood, and the symptoms of uterine cold are also serious. In recent years, she cannot want to have children. She has to take care of her well for a few years... She should eat more nutritious things on weekdays.
Pasta is easy to digest and absorbs the gastrointestinal tract well, making it a good choice.”
"I know everything."
Zhang Juling breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart, which had been tense, relaxed a little.
It doesn’t matter how sooner or later the child comes, as long as Gu Han’s health can get better completely.
He whispered to Song Yan: "I'm sorry, I want you to go there in person for the big night."
Song Yan shook his head and waved his hand with a smile: "Why are you polite to me? It's time to diagnose the young lady... You can live a good life, even if I don't feel ashamed of your grandfather's request."
The tree filled the cup of hot tea and handed it to Song Yan with both hands, with a very respectful attitude: "Doctor Song, are you thirsty?"
Song Yan looked at him and cursed with a smile: "Boy, you're almost tearing me apart."
Shu Ming smiled, "If you take a sip, even if the young one apologizes you."
“…It’s quite good at talking.”
Song Yan really took it over, drank half a cup, put it on the high table, and asked Zhang Juling: "I heard that your grandfather came to home today?"
Zhang Juling nodded and smiled, "Your information is really well-informed."
Song Yan also smiled: "Your grandfather and I have been communicating with each other."
Zhang Juling waved his hand and asked Shuming to take him to Changle Pavilion to visit his grandfather.
After Gu Han took the decoction brought by Qiaoling, his abdominal pain gradually improved and he became more energetic.
The West Cross Courtyard was crowded with people, and the big fuss was so big that the Osmanthus Garden was closest to it. Wang came over to take a look. Soon Ning also came over, said a few words to Gu Han, told her to have a good rest, and then went to the main hall to sit.
"…How is Gu's body?"
When Wang saw Zhang Juling following him, he asked him.
"Don't worry, Mother, I've already seen Dr. Song, there's nothing serious about it."
Wang said "um" and remembered the love of the old lady of the Gu family for Gu Han. She said a few more words: "Take good care of her. Those who went to the main house these days will be spared. Let's talk about it after taking care of her body."
Zhang Juling should be.
Gu Han listened vaguely for a while to speak in the hall, and his eyelids started to fight.
She was very sleepy, with a little head bit by bit.
Seeing that she wanted to sleep, Taohong went up to serve her.
Unexpectedly, Gu Han woke up again, looked at Taohong, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Taohong whispered: "It's okay, I just want to cover you with a quilt..."
Gu Han shook his head and said helplessly: "I'm sweating a lot, it's so hot, don't cover myself with a blanket."
The master and servant were talking when Zhang Juling came in. He walked to the bed and lowered his head to kiss her forehead: "...Does your stomach still hurt?"
“It’s much better.”
Gu Han looked at the direction of the hall and asked, "Mother, have you all gone?"
"Go away."
Zhang Juling waved his hand to ask the girls who were serving in the room to step back, and stepped on his long legs, sat beside Gu Han, lowered his head and talked to her: "Do you like children?"
Gu Han was stunned, Zhang Juling looked handsome and looked extremely focused.
She felt sad, why didn't she like it?
But I just can't get pregnant.
If two people in their previous life could have a man and a half woman, they would not have gone to the last step.
She didn't know how to answer him, but after a long time she said, "I like it."
Which woman doesn't want a child she has?
Watching him make trouble, watching him grow up, and when he gets married or gets married, come to kowtow to her and serve tea.
Zhang Juling tried hard, raised her waist with both hands, and sat on his lap. He looked at her for a long time, "I only like you."
Gu Han's apricot eyes were wide and round.
What does he mean by saying this?
Is it because I don’t like children?
Or did Dr. Song say something to him?
She looked up and asked him, "Where are you?
Do you like children?”
Zhang Juling should also like it.
In his previous life, although he hated Zhang Juning, he always looked good at Chun Ge'er.
Zhang Juling smiled, "I like you.
I like children, too.
But you are the one you like the most.”
Gu Han stared at him in a daze, his little face blushed.
Zhang Juling pinched the soft flesh on her cheek, "Why are you blushing?"
“Is there any?”
Chapter completed!