Who he was talking about, Miss Jun immediately understood.
Adults' emotions can still be controlled, but children are difficult to pretend to be indifferent, after all, they are father and daughter.
"He's good-looking."
She smiled and gestured, "He's so tall, a little thin, but he's very sturdy, and he likes to walk around." ” As she spoke, she walked a few steps like her master and stood in front of Zhao Hanqing.
Zhao Hanqing originally looked at it seriously, but when she saw her standing in front of her suddenly, she took a step back with a little dodgy in her eyes, and subconsciously raised her hand to block her face.
"His eyes look the same as yours."
Miss Jun continued, not retreating from her evasion, looking at her exposed eyes.
Zhao Hanqing glanced at her.
"He also painted a portrait of you."
Miss Jun said softly, "I drew what you look like from childhood to the present." ” Zhao Hanqing's eyes were like lit flames, suspicious, shocked, surprised, and uneasy.
"Do you want to take a look," Miss Jun said more softly, lest her voice be loud and scare her away, and without waiting for her to answer, she turned around and walked back to the rocks and sat down, opened the medicine box and took out the codex, "Your mother doesn't agree, and I don't embarrass you, I won't let you look at anything else, just look at your portrait, and you don't look like it." ” She said to herself, flipping through the codex until she stopped at the end.
Si Si Suo's voice gradually approached, and a shadow cast around him.
Miss Jun didn't look up, her hand caressed the portrait of a four- or five-year-old girl on the paper.
"This is when you were a child."
She asked.
"It's not me."
Zhao Hanqing said, people are about to retreat.
Miss Jun had already grabbed her arm and looked up at her.
"It's you."
She said, flipping one hand again to the last fourteen or fifteen-year-old portrait, "This is you." ” Zhao Hanqing's expression became excited.
"Why am I so ugly."
She shouted, pointing to the portrait on the codex, "She's so good-looking, I'm so ugly, I'm so ugly." ” Miss Jun held her arm.
"You're not ugly, you're sick because you're sick, and that's how your illness is cured."
She said in a deep voice, "Your father's painting is the appearance of your cure." ” Zhao Hanqing looked at her and then at the portrait, his chest rose and fell violently, and his body kept trembling.
"Your father left just to treat you, and he traveled a lot of places just to find medicine to cure you."
Miss Jun continued, clenching her arm firmly.
Zhao Hanqing looked at the portrait in a daze for a moment, and turned his gaze to Miss Jun.
"Then why didn't he come back," she asked, and although it was a question, her eyes were full of anticipation.
Because he died, Miss Jun's throat ached.
"Because there is still a medicine that has not been found."
She said with a serious expression, "But I have found a prescription, I will treat you first, and when your father comes back and gets the last medicine, your illness will be completely cured." ” Zhao Hanqing looked at her suspiciously.
"You should know that Dad is very powerful."
Miss Jun looked at her and said.
Zhao Hanqing lowered his eyes.
Everyone here knows how powerful that man is, and his story is told every day, even a little doll of a few years old can recite it backwards.
"He's great, 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, don't you believe me, don't you still believe him, Khan Qing, you let me treat you." ” After she said this, there was silence between the two.
The silence was short-lived, 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." ” The night was deep, the lights in the room were still bright, and a soft sound came from the other side.
Miss Jun turned her head to look and saw that Liu Er, who was sleeping outside, swept the pillow off.
Miss Jun smiled and got up and walked over to put it for her, Liu Er didn't wake up, muttered a few words of sleep, turned over and wrapped the quilt tightly.
Miss Jun stood in front of the case again and rubbed her sour eyes.
She finally understood the words recorded in the master's codex, and even felt that there was a little messy illness, which was more or less involved in Zhao Hanqing's chrysanthemum sores.
The name chrysanthemum sores is also mentioned in the Codex.
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It's not obvious when it's born, but as it gets older and older, for a girl, growing on her face is equivalent to ruining her life, not to mention, it will worsen, and she may take her life at some point.
For Master, a smart and proud man, it was indeed a big blow that this disease appeared in his daughter, and he couldn't cure it.
That's why I left home and couldn't find the medicine to treat it Miss Jun sighed.
There is no doubt that the Ziying Immortal Strain is for Zhao Hanqing's disease, but one or two strains are obviously not enough.
Master is not enough, and she is not enough now.
And it can't be cured just by relying on the Ziying Immortal Strain, Miss Jun rubbed her face, and thought slowly, since the master has already started to find medicine, there must be a way, and if you study the random information in this codex carefully, you will definitely be able to find a prescription.
The lights in the house were extinguished one by one, and the night in the mountain village fell silent.
"How did you make Uncle Ironfoot's feet?"
Hearing the voice, Miss Jun raised her head and looked at the girl squatting on the tree.
"It's troublesome and simple."
She smiled and carefully dug out a herb, "Boil beef tendons to make feet, and iron to make skeletons." ” With a pop, Zhao Hanqing jumped down from the tree.
Miss Jun was startled when she first saw her, but she got used to seeing her every day in the past few days, this girl is running on the mountain, jumping between the treetops is very easy and casual.
Xia Yong's daughter-in-law said that because of the sores on her face, the mother and daughter have been living in the mountains, and Zhao Hanqing has not interacted with the villagers.
Climbing trees is not a difficult task for people who enjoy the mountains.
"Did he teach you this," Zhao Hanqing asked.
"yes."
Miss Jun nodded and smiled again, "He taught me more than that, there are many skills that I didn't pay attention to at the time, and I realized later how important they are." ” Zhao Hanqing looked down at his hands.
"He likes you very much."
She said, "You're so good-looking. ” Miss Jun put down the shovel in her hand and stood up.
"First of all, he didn't really like me."
She said, "Besides, he didn't leave you because he was good-looking, in the end, you weren't ugly, you were just sick, and he liked you before he left you." ” Zhao Hanqing raised his eyes and glanced 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 help it."
She said, laughing again, "Actually, he hates me." ” Zhao Hanqing rarely deals with people, and he feels a little incomprehensible about such words.
If you like it, you will leave, and if you hate it, you will stay with it "Don't think about it so much, let's get to work."
Miss Jun patted her on the shoulder, "You can help too." ” "What can I help," Zhao Hanqing said, "and I don't know how to take medicine to cure diseases." ” Miss Jun put her arm around her shoulder and pointed to a tree.
"Do you see a cicada on that tree?"
she said.
In late autumn, the mountains and forests are lush and colorful, and the morning light is dazzling.
Miss Jun's words fell, and Zhao Hanqing had already nodded.
"You'll go up the tree and help me catch five," said Miss Jun.
Before she finished her words, she saw Zhao Hanqing feel something from her waist and throw it with her hand, accompanied by a rapid hiss, and the autumn cicada fell from the tree.
Miss Jun was stunned.
"You don't have to go up the tree, that's it."
Zhao Hanqing said.
Miss Jun looked back at her.
"You're amazing."
She said with a look of surprise on her face.
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