“You think, you think, you think there are too many things you think, please reach out and your aunt will change the medicine for you.”
Gu Yunqing nodded helplessly and reached out to Shen Jiao.
Shen Jiao quickly untied the gauze on Gu Yunqing’s hand. Only then did Gu Yunqing see that the wound on her hand had not healed yet, and there was pink flesh on it.
“This is what you think, it’s really not good.” Shen Jiao looked at Gu Yunqing and said angrily.
Gu Yunqing smiled awkwardly and said softly, “It’s okay, it’s going to be better in spring.”
“Spring?”
“It’s spring now. My eldest lady, the weather is about to warm up, and the peach blossoms on the back mountain of Puning Temple should bloom.
“Peach blossoms? Don’t you have to wait until April?”
“You think it’s very slow. It’s almost March now. By the way, when it comes to this, the empress dowager has passed away, then many festivals this year will not be celebrated.”
“Yes, I just heard pilgrims outside talking about this matter, saying that several festivals that are approaching cannot be celebrated. It’s probably September 9th to wait until they return to normal.” Shui Zhu, who was packing the table, looked at Gu Yunqing and Shen Jiao and said softly.
“That’s it.” Shen Jiao sighed and said softly.
“Auntie, I’m stuffed with snow.” Several people were talking, when a maid dressed in came in and saluted Shen Jiao.
Shen Jiao looked at the woman in front of her and asked softly, “Whoever is stuffed with snow? What’s wrong with snow?”
“It’s nothing to stuffed with snow, but the shopkeeper asked me to tell you that he is going to go out for a long trip. You will take care of the snow these days.”