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When Jia Jue returned to Yihong Courtyard, he felt that the little girls around him looked at him strangely.

After touching his nose for some reason, Jia Jue stared at the servant in front of the door of the house. When he saw Xiaohong, who was dodging his eyes, "What's going on? Something happened at home?"

Xiaohong raised his head slightly, looked at him quietly, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Miss Bao is inside." After that, he quickly retracted, and did not forget to give him a look of self-requirement.

Jia Jue is unaware of the fact that Sister Bao will come when she comes. What do I do if I do this?

Without hesitation, he pushed the door open and entered. As expected, he saw Baochai sitting inside, not knowing what was embroidered in his hand, Ping'er was also there, and he was turning on the light for her.

Baochai heard the movement and looked up at it, but ignored him, lowered her head and continued to embroider her. Ping'er next to her smiled awkwardly, "Oh, the second master is here."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Jia Jue was a little confused and went out by himself. Why did everyone at home change?

Nodding at Ping'er, Jia Jue approached Baochai, "Why are sisters free to come tonight? But what if I have something to do with me?"

Baochai didn't look at him, and replied casually while embroidering, "Don't you know if something happened at your home?"

"Well? I was fine when I went out? By the way, Qingwen, why didn't she see you? She just left her two sisters and didn't come to serve her. She was so arrogant that she became more and more unruly."

Ping'er then wanted to speak, "Well, second master, I said, don't worry, Qingwen is sick."

"What's going on? Didn't you say that the medicine has improved a lot after taking it in the evening? But have you invited the doctor to take a look?" Jia Jue was shocked and asked for details.

Seeing that he was anxious, Baochai looked calm and sighed, "Don't worry, I stopped me, the doctor, I didn't ask for it. It's not easy to invite the doctor into the garden at night. I have asked someone to boil the previous medicine for her to take. The fever on her forehead has now subsided. As it's fine, I'm asleep inside. Don't disturb her. I'll just ask the doctor to come and have a look tomorrow morning."

Hearing that the fever subsided, Jia Jue felt at ease. He quietly walked to the inner room and pulled the curtain. After seeing that he was sleeping soundly, he stepped out lightly and sat down next to Baochai, sighing, "This is better, he is so sick again..."

Ping'er felt a little embarrassed and bit her lower lip, "It's my fault. The Taoist robe that the second master is going to wear tomorrow is broken. Qingwen said that no one in Jing can repair it except her, and she will have to sew it for the second master if she makes her life. I blame me for seeing her look okay when she speaks. She didn't stop her at that time. Who would have done it after repairing it and it burned, and she couldn't hold it up and she fell down."

Seeing this, Baochai helped and advised, "Don't blame Ping'er, she was also frightened. It happened that I came out of Pin'er and saw that the people in your yard were in chaos, so I came to take a look.

You are the same. Others want to offer the things they have given to you. You are better, and you don’t care. If you want the old lady and the others to know, you must not die of rushing to death.”

Only then did Jia Jue know the whole story, and put it together to put my family Yong Qingwen's gossip robe to make up for the gossip? Silly girl, can you stop being so brave? A robe will be broken if you are pregnant. When I see the Supreme Emperor, I have something to say. Is it necessary for you to fight for me?

Fortunately, my illness has stabilized and no major incident happened, otherwise I would have to have a torn dress and compensated me. Where can I go to make a decision?

After thinking about it, Jia Jue shook Baochai's shoulder and begged for mercy, "This robe was broken by Aunt Shi's last time. I ordered someone to repair it, but I didn't think it was repaired yet.

Good sister, I'll be careful next time. If someone pulls my sleeves in the future, I will beat that person to death in person to prevent future troubles. Sister, don't be angry with me!"

"Stop making trouble!" Baochai glanced at him, "Don't touch me, I'll tie my hands in a while and the sewing will be done soon."

Jia Jue was embarrassed and didn't dare to move again. Sure enough, Baochai handed him the sewn robe, "Try it, I don't have the skill of Qingwen's boundary line, so I can't make it up. If I don't look like it, I can't."

"Sister, it's good!" As Jia Juejie took the robe, Ping'er served him to put it on, then took a step back and looked at it carefully and smiled, "This is very good. If you don't pay attention, you can't see it anymore."

Baochai stepped forward to fix his collar, then looked at it with her sleeve, shook her head slightly, "It doesn't look like that ice silk. If you really see the clues for those interested tomorrow, how can you live a good life?"

Jia Jue didn't care and looked at her with a smile, "Sister, don't worry, let's see if I use a spell and keep it, let's not see it."

Baochai: "..."

Seeing that Baochai didn't believe it, Jia Jue really made a move. He didn't know what he had recited from the Three Pure and Four Yus. He heard a "rulu Order", then pointed a sword in his right hand and immediately clenched his left hand, just pinching the patched slit in his palm.

"Sister, look, is it gone?"

Baochai: "..."

"Bored!" Baochai shook her head, too lazy to pay attention to him, and turned around and walked away, "It's too late. Since Brother Jue is back, I'll leave now. You go to bed early. Remember to ask Qingwen for a doctor tomorrow morning, so don't leave any root cause, it will be bad."

Jia Jue let go of his hand holding his sleeves awkwardly, "Oh, okay, sister, walk slowly, be careful on the road."

Ping'er hurriedly said when she saw this, "Since that's the case, I'll go back and reply to my second grandma. Second Master will rest early."

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After sending the two away, Jia Jue looked at the lonely house and told Xiaohong to come in and clean up, and walked into the inner room by himself.

Xiaohong hurriedly said, "Second Master, Sister Qingwen is sick. Why don't you sleep in the wing room tonight? Don't get sick. Sister Qingwen is just taking care of me."

Jia Jue waved his hand and asked her to retreat, and went to the inner room. Seeing that Qingwen was still asleep, she reached out and put her forehead gently. It felt not very hot, so she felt relieved.

Unexpectedly, this girl had always felt a little scared, so she opened her eyes in a daze and called softly, "Second Master, are you back?"

Jia Jue felt a little embarrassed and said softly, "I'll try to see if your fever has subsided? I'm clamoring for you."

Qingwen shook her head and struggled to get up, "Second Master, please sleep, I'll go back to my bed."

Jia Jue hurriedly held her down, "Just just sleep with you. I will sleep on your small bed tonight. You have always served me, and I will serve you once."

Qingwen looked at him unhappily, "Second Master, you are making a fuss again. I am a maid. How can there be a master in the world who serves a maid?"

"Yeah, yeah! Are you thirsty? Do you want water?"

Qingwen wanted to refuse, but she swallowed her throat. Seeing Jia Jue's anticipated gaze, she smiled bitterly, "A little."

"Wait for me!" As he said that, Jia Jue ran out to find water. After a while, Qingwen was almost asleep before coming back. She held the teacup and gently helped him sit up. "Let Xiaohongxin burn it. I've been cold outside for a while. I'm afraid you're waiting for a hurry, and it may be a little hot. Drink it slowly."

"Yeah." Qingwen blushed and lowered her head, took a few sips, and suddenly said anxiously as if she had remembered something, "I almost forgot! How is that robe? I remember I haven't finished it yet..."

"Who asked you to make up for it! I will tear it up with that robe. Now I have water, so let me sleep well!"

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Chapter completed!