Jun Jiuling

Miss Jun knew who he was talking about immediately.

The emotions of adults can still be controlled, but it is difficult for children to pretend nothing happened, after all, they are father and daughter.

"He looks very good-looking." She smiled, and stretched out her hand to gesture, "He is so tall, a little thin, but very strong, and he likes to wobble when he walks."

As she spoke, she walked a few steps like her master and stood in front of Zhao Hanqing.

Zhao Hanqing was watching seriously, but when she saw her standing in front of her suddenly, she took a step back with dodgy eyes, and subconsciously raised her hand to cover her face.

"His eyes are the same as yours." Miss Jun continued, without backing away from her avoidance, looking at her exposed eyes.

Zhao Hanqing glanced at her.

"He even gave you a portrait." Miss Jun said softly, "I drew you from childhood to now."

Zhao Hanqing's eyes were like ignited flames, suspicion, shock, surprise, uneasiness intermingled.

"Would you like to take a look?" Miss Jun said softly, fearing that the loud voice would scare her away, and without waiting for her answer, she turned around, walked back to the rock and sat down, opened the medicine box and took out the letter, "Your mother disagrees." , I won’t embarrass you, I won’t let you look at anything else, just take a look at your portrait, and see if you look like it.”

She talked to herself, flipping through the notebook until she finally stopped.

Xixisuosuo's voice gradually approached, and a shadow cast around him.

Miss Jun didn't look up, she stroked the portrait of a four or five-year-old girl on the paper.

"This, is it when you were a child?" She asked.

"This is not me." Zhao Hanqing said, and he was about to step back.

Miss Jun had already grabbed her arm and looked up at her.

"This is you." She said, flipping through her hand again, and turned to the last portrait of fourteen or fifteen years old. "This is you."

Zhao Hanqing's expression became excited.

"Why is this me? I'm so ugly." She shouted, pointing to the portrait on the handbook, "She's so pretty, I'm so ugly, I'm so ugly."

Miss Jun held her arm tightly.

"You're not ugly, it's because you're sick, and that's how it is when you're cured." She said in a deep voice, "Your father's painting is your cured appearance."

Zhao Hanqing looked at her and then at the portrait, his chest heaved violently, and his body kept shaking.

"Your father left just to treat your illness. He traveled a lot to find medicine for your illness." Miss Jun continued, holding her arm tightly.

Zhao Hanqing stared at the portrait in a daze for a moment, then turned his gaze to Miss Jun.

"What about him? Why didn't he come back?" She asked, although it was a question, but her eyes could not hide the expectation.

Because of his death, Miss Jun had a sore throat.

"Because there is still a medicine that I haven't found." She said seriously, "But I have found the prescription, I will treat you first, and when your father comes back to get the last medicine, your illness will be completely cured."

Zhao Hanqing looked at her suspiciously.

"You should also know that dad is very powerful." Miss Jun looked at her and said.

Zhao Hanqing looked down.

Everyone here knows how powerful that man is. His story is told every day, and even a child of a few years old can recite it backwards.

"He's very good, very good." Miss Jun's voice continued to ring in her ears, "Since he painted you so good-looking, you must be able to become so good-looking. If you don't believe me, don't you believe him? History, Let me treat you."

After she finished speaking, there was silence between the two of them.

The silence was short, and the next moment Zhao Hanqing reached out and tore off the mask.

"I don't believe him." She said, looking at Miss Jun, "I believe you."

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In the deep night, the lights in the house were still bright, and a soft sound came from the other side.

Miss Jun turned her head to look and saw that it was Liu er who was sleeping in the outer room and swept the pillow off.

Miss Jun smiled and got up and walked over to put it away for her. Liu'er didn't wake up, so she muttered something in her sleep, turned over and wrapped the quilt tightly.

Miss Jun stood in front of the table again and rubbed her sore eyes.

She finally understood the few words and phrases recorded in the master's handbook, and even felt the meaning of some complicated illnesses, which more or less involved Zhao Hanqing's chrysanthemum sores.

The name chrysanthemum sore was also mentioned in the manuscript.

It was not obvious when she was born, but as she grows older, for a girl, growing it on her face is equivalent to ruining her life, not to mention, it will worsen, maybe when took his life.

For Master, who is smart and proud, it is indeed a great blow that this disease appeared in his daughter and he could not cure it.

Is that why you left home and never returned if you couldn't find the medicine for treatment?

Miss Jun sighed.

There is no doubt that Ziyingxian strain is for Zhao Hanqing's disease, but one or two strains are obviously not enough.

Master is not enough, she is not enough now.

And it can't be cured just by relying on the Ziying fairy plant. Miss Jun rubbed her face and thought slowly, since Master has already started looking for medicine, there must be a way. The random information in this handbook After careful research, the prescription will definitely be found.

The lights in the house were extinguished one by one, and the night in the mountain village fell into silence.

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"How did you make feet for Uncle Iron Feet?"

Hearing the sound, Miss Jun raised her head and looked at the girl squatting on the tree.

"It's very troublesome but also very simple." She laughed, digging out a herb carefully, "Boil tendon to make feet, and iron to make skeleton."

With a plop, Zhao Hanqing jumped down from the tree.

Miss Jun was startled when I first saw her, but after seeing her every day, I got used to it. This girl was running on the mountain and jumping among the treetops very easily.

Xia Yong's daughter-in-law said that because of the sores on their faces, the mother and daughter have been living on the mountain, and Zhao Hanqing has never interacted with the villagers. He has been playing alone on the mountain since he was a child, and Yang Jing has been leading him to hunt and teach him some skills. .

Tree climbing is not difficult for those who enjoy mountains.

"Did he teach you all these?" Zhao Hanqing asked.

"Yes." Miss Jun nodded and smiled again, "He taught me more than that. I didn't pay attention to many skills at the time, and I realized how important they are later."

Zhao Hanqing looked down at his hands.

"He likes you very much," she said. "You're so pretty."

Miss Jun put down the shovel in her hand and stood up.

"First of all, he didn't like me very much." She said, "Furthermore, he didn't leave you because he was good-looking. In the end, you are not ugly, you are just sick, and he left you because he liked you."

Zhao Hanqing looked up at her quickly.

"I didn't like you, why did I teach you so much?" she asked.

Miss Jun blinked.

"Because I'm pestering him, he can't do anything." She said, and laughed again, "Actually, he hates me very much."

Zhao Hanqing seldom dealt with people, so he felt a little incomprehensible to such words.

Will you leave if you like it, but stay with you if you hate it?

"Don't think so much, let's work." Miss Jun patted her on the shoulder, "You can help too."

"Me? What can I help?" Zhao Hanqing said, "I don't know how to collect herbs to treat diseases."

Miss Jun held her shoulders and pointed to a tree.

"Did you see a Ticicada in that tree?" she said.

In late autumn, the mountains and forests are luxuriant and colorful, and the morning light is dazzling.

After Miss Jun finished speaking, Zhao Hanqing nodded.

"You know how to climb a tree and help me catch five..." Miss Jun said.

Before she could finish her sentence, Zhao Hanqing took out something from his waist and threw it away. With a rapid neighing, Qiu Chan fell from the tree.

Miss Jun was stunned.

"You don't need to climb the tree, that's fine." Zhao Hanqing said.

Miss Jun recovered and looked at her.

"You are amazing." She said with a face full of surprise.

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