Chapter 543

Miss Jun immediately understood who he was talking about.

Adults can still control their emotions, while children can hardly pretend to be nothing. After all, they are father and daughter.

"He looks good." She smiled and stretched out her hand. "I'm so tall and a little thin, but I'm very strong. I like to walk slowly."

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

Zhao Hanqing looked at her seriously and saw her suddenly stand in front of her. Her eyes dodged a step back, subconsciously raising her hand to block her face.

"His eyes are the same as yours." Miss Jun continued, not retreating because of her avoidance, looking at her exposed eyes.

Zhao Hanqing looked at her.

"He also painted you." Miss Jun said softly, "I've painted what you look like since you were a child."

Zhao Hanqing's eyes were like kindling a flame, and his doubts were shocked, pleasantly surprised and uneasy.

"Would you like to have a look?" Miss Jun said more softly, for fear that her voice would scare her away. She didn't wait for her to answer. She turned and walked back to the mountain stone, sat down, opened the medicine box and took out her letter. "Your mother doesn't agree. I won't embarrass you. I won't let you see anything else. Just take a look at your portrait and see if it looks like it."

She said to herself, brushing open the letter until she finally stopped.

The sound of Sisuo gradually approached, and there was a shadow around him.

Miss Jun didn't raise her head and stroked the portrait of a four or five-year-old girl on the paper.

"This is when you were a child." She asked.

"This is not me." Zhao Hanqing said that people will step back.

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

"This is you." She said, turning her hand again to the last portrait of 14 or 15 years old, "this is you."

Zhao Hanqing's expression became excited.

"Why me? I'm so ugly." She shouted, pointing to the picture on the letter. "She's so beautiful, I'm so ugly, I'm so ugly."

Miss Jun held her arm.

"You're not ugly. You're sick. That's it when you're cured." She said in a deep voice, "your father painted it as you cured it."

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

"Your father left to cure you. He went to many places to find medicine for you." Miss Jun went on and clenched her arm hard.

Zhao Hanqing stared at the portrait and turned his eyes to miss Jun.

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

Because he died, Miss Jun had a sore throat.

"Because there is still a medicine that hasn't been found." She said seriously, "but I've found the prescription. I'll treat you first. When your father comes back and gets the last medicine, your disease 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. Even a few-year-old baby can recite it backwards.

"He's great, very good." Miss Jun's voice continued to ring in her ear, "since he painted you so well, you must be so good-looking. Don't you believe me, don't you believe him? History, let me see a doctor for you."

After she said this, they fell silent.

The silence was short. At the next moment, Zhao Hanqing stretched out his hand and pulled off the cover.

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

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The night was deep, the lights in the room were still bright, and a light sound came from the other side.

Miss Jun turned her head and saw that Liu Er, who was sleeping outside, swept down the pillow.

Miss Jun smiled, got up and went to put it away for her. Liu Er didn't wake up, muttered a few dream words, turned over and wrapped the quilt tightly.

Miss Jun stood again before several cases and rubbed her sour eyes.

She finally understood the words recorded in the master's letter, and even felt that some messy diseases were involved in Chrysanthemum sores like Zhao Hanqing.

The name chrysanthemum sore is also mentioned in the letter.

As a girl grows older, it may not be obvious that her face will be destroyed when she grows older.

For master, a smart and proud man, it was a great blow that this disease appeared in his daughter and he couldn't cure it.

That's why I left home and never returned if I 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 strain and two strains are obviously not enough.

Master is not enough, and she is not enough now.

And it can't be cured only by ziyingxian strain. Miss Jun rubbed her face and thought slowly. Since master has begun to look for medicine, there must be a way. If you study the random information in this letter carefully, you can certainly find the prescription.

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 tiejiao?"

Hearing the sound, Miss Jun raised her head and looked at the girl squatting in 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 bones."

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

At first, Miss Jun was startled when she saw her, but she got used to seeing her every day these days. The girl ran on the mountain and jumped among the treetops. She was very relaxed and free.

Xia Yong's daughter-in-law said that because of the sores on her face, her mother and daughter have always lived in the mountains, and Zhao Hanqing doesn't communicate with the villagers. He has been playing alone in the mountains since childhood, and Yang Jing has been taking hunting and teaching some skills.

Climbing trees is not difficult for people who enjoy mountains.

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

"Yes." Miss Jun nodded and smiled again. "He taught me more than that. I didn't pay attention to a lot at that time. Later, I learned how important it was."

Zhao Hanqing looked down at his hand.

"He likes you very much." She said, "you look so good."

Miss Jun put down her shovel and stood up.

"First of all, he doesn't like me very much." She said, "besides, he doesn't leave you because he looks good or not. Finally, you're not ugly. You're just sick. He leaves you because he likes you."

Zhao Hanqing raised his eyes and looked at her quickly.

"I don't like you. Why do I teach you so much?" She asked.

Miss Jun blinked.

"Because I'm pestering him, he can't help it." She said and smiled again. "Actually, he hates me very much."

Zhao Hanqing seldom deals with people. He doesn't understand such words.

What you like will leave, but what you hate will stay with you?

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

"Me? What can I do for you?" Zhao Hanqing said, "I can't take medicine to treat diseases."

Miss Jun took her shoulder and pointed to a tree.

"Did you see an autumn cicada on that tree?" She said.

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

Miss Jun's voice fell, and Zhao Hanqing nodded.

"You will go up the tree and help me catch five..." said Miss Jun.

Before she finished her words, Zhao Hanqing felt something from his waist and threw it away. With a rapid neighing, the autumn cicada fell from the tree.

Miss Jun was stunned.

"You don't have to go up the tree, so you can." Zhao Hanqing said.

Miss Jun looked back at her.

"You're great." She said in surprise.

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Well, it's slow. Let's add one more.