Happy Marriage

The next day was August 14th. A long-term worker in the residence who was far away from home had already asked for leave in advance. Xia Zihuan also picked him up from the school. He was very happy to see An Sheng at night.

Although An Sheng hated Xue's mother and daughter very much, he had no prejudice against this half-brother.

Xia Zihuan was not at all infected with the mean and worldly habits of the Xue family, but his every move was more like the Xia family. He was quite honest and was close to An Sheng.

He heard that An Sheng was following Leng Nanxian to study medicine, and he admired it very much. Looking at the bottles and jars in An Sheng's carry-on medical bag, he also had some thoughts of wanting to study medicine.

An Sheng hurriedly stopped him and persuaded him not to have such thoughts, and then showed Zi Huan the densely stabbed needles that he practiced acupuncture and moxibustion today, and exaggeratedly described the boringness of it, compared to his school. More than that.

Zihuan was stubborn and disobedient when he was a child. Xue often used the thick needles that hold the soles of his shoes to scare him, so he had always been afraid of needles, and was immediately frightened, and naturally dispelled this dangerous idea.

The Xue Clan placed deep hopes on the only seedling, Xia Zihuan, and single-mindedly fawned on him, allowing him to participate in scientific examinations in the future and honor his ancestors. If she learns that Zihuan has this kind of desire to study medicine, she will definitely suspect that it was Xia Ansheng who pushed her, and that would be bad luck.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is no need to go to the medicine house. In the evening, according to the rules of previous years, we will go to the big room to worship the moon together and have a reunion dinner.

An Sheng didn't sleep late, got up very early, rolled up his trouser legs, and continued to practice acupuncture on the bed.

Leng Nanxian warned her many times not to practice this method, which is close to self-mutilation, until she has practiced basic needlework. When the technique is proficient and there is no pain, the needle can be formally administered. According to the feeling of acupuncture at the fingertip, master the depth of lifting and insertion, the speed of advancing and retreating, the intensity of force, and the range of twisting.

An Sheng also sewed cotton needle packs by himself, practiced various techniques, and when he was more proficient, used them on himself, and found that the effect was very different from the feeling when Leng Nanxian applied needles.

When Leng Nanxian was teaching, it felt like a mosquito bite, with a slight pain. But when it was his turn, he would frown and grit his teeth and endure it, exaggerating a bit, like an awl piercing the flesh, piercing the heart.

She understands that her technique is still unfamiliar, and she has not been able to make a good one, so she practiced more assiduously.

She understands the truth of how a thousand miles can go without accumulating a few steps, but now, she is eager for success, so she tries again on herself, lifting, inserting, twisting, and turning, concentrating on it, calming her mind, and trying to reduce the pain of getting the needle as much as possible.

After lunch, when An Sheng was tying his knees like a hedgehog, even the old lady was ordered by the Xue family to send a brand new Luo skirt and a few beads, saying that it was for An Sheng to go to the uncle's mansion for a dinner in the evening. when wearing.

Even the mother-in-law could not enter the house, which was agreed before.

After Dragon Boat Festival took it over, the old woman looked up at the house unwillingly. When she saw An Sheng, she was stunned and asked in a low voice, "Second Miss, this is it?"

Dragon Boat Festival: "Practice acupuncture and moxibustion."

Madam Lian's eyes flickered, and she tentatively said, "Do you need to practice acupuncture on your knees? How painful is that?"

Dragon Boat Festival shook his head and blocked the door tightly, blocking the curious prying eyes of Mrs. Lian: "Of course not. It should be done on the knees to heal the knees, right? I don't understand either."

Madam Lian stretched her neck and glanced in surprise before shrugging her shoulders and leaving.

Back in Xue's yard, Xue's family was picking hairpins for Xia Ziwu and Xia Zixian, gesturing in front of her, and when she saw her coming back, she asked, "Did you send it?"

Madam Lian nodded: "Send it away."

"What did she say?"

Madam Lian naturally understood who this "she" was referring to: "Second Miss is practicing acupuncture and was picked up by the Dragon Boat Festival, and she didn't say anything."

Xia Ziwu was sitting in front of the dressing table, combing her hair, and snorted disdainfully, "Hey, I'm really serious."

"That's not it," said Mrs. Lian, exaggeratingly gesturing: "The knees are tightly stabbed, and the needles are so long that they seem to be infiltrating."

Xue Shi paused: "You said she stabbed her knee?"

Madam Lian nodded firmly: "Yes, it's really ruthless."

Xia Zixian swayed a golden step in her hand, and made a crisp "ding bell" sound: "Xia Ansheng is now different from what it used to be, didn't you realize that since she woke up from that coma, Is it wrong?"

Xia Ziwu put down the comb in his hand and turned around: "You found it too? I also think this girl looks panicked now, not as stunned as before."

"Eating a cut will make you wiser. She has suffered from that loss, and she will naturally have a good heart." Xia Zixian said quietly: "I feel that I am also empty and ignorant, and I am not as stupid as before."

Xue snorted coldly: "Don't look at her being very naive, she has a lot of guile. Did Mrs. Lian forget the last time she suffered a loss at the Silk and Satin Farm? It's obvious that she was caught in her trap."

It's good that the Xue family didn't mention it, but even the old lady was so hated that she gritted her teeth. I don't know how this matter spread, but when several old women in the yard saw her, they always winked behind their backs, ridiculing that her body was half seen by others.

Although he is an old eunuch, he is not a man, but he is so old that he has lost face and is half dead.

"Don't let this girl fall into my hands, otherwise it will definitely make her skin tight!"

Xia Zixian slowly stroked the tassel on Bu Yao, her eyes narrowed suddenly: "I bet, Xia Ansheng is practicing acupuncture so desperately, he must have a plan!"

"What's the picture?" Xue turned around and asked.

Xia Zixian sneered: "Mother should also remember that grandmother's legs and feet are bad, the weather is cold, and her knees are sore, like a needle stick, it's miserable."

Xue's heart was suddenly shocked: "You mean, Xia Ansheng is trying to please your grandmother?"

Xia Zixian nodded: "It's not impossible. You think, she can be said to be helpless in the mansion now, and she will definitely want to find a backer. Grandmother and you have never dealt with, isn't it her best helper?"

Xue Shi couldn't help taking a breath of cold air: "Hey, if you didn't say it, I really didn't think of this. When we got married in An Ran last time, this girl was very close to the old thing, and kept leaning forward. Bad. I guess she really has this purpose."

"She doesn't want to give her grandmother acupuncture at night, right? She just learned a few days? Just so bold." Xia Ziwu said with a startled look.

Xia Zixian pondered for a while: "Who can say for sure? She's acting weird now! She's also surprisingly courageous."

Xue slapped the hairpin in her hand on the table: "Since she wants to be courteous in front of the old thing, let's strike first and shame her."

Xia Ziwu became excited almost immediately and became energetic: "Mother, what do you say? I have endured it for a long time."

Xue snorted coldly: "Isn't she thinking about it, she wants to fly out with her wings hard? I'll cut her wings first and see how she flutters?! As long as we can't get out of the gate of Xia's house, that's us. dishes on a plate."