Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

Chapter 768: Green Plum Drunk (6)

Cheng Hui stopped a carriage outside the door.

The heat was scorching, and the light from the sky made the ground smell like burnt mud.

In the hot sunlight, Jiang Que stayed where he was. His pure black eyes were clear and cold, like ice that could not be melted in the hot summer. He looked at the weapons stored outside the yard one by one.

Until his eyes swept over the sledgehammers that almost killed him not long ago.

As he thought of something, his clear eyes darkened.

These weapons were tailor-made according to Cheng Hui's age, and Cheng Hui has been using them since he learned to walk.

His father is the leader of the martial arts world, and he himself is a martial arts genius and a good candidate for martial arts training. Even if he is learning new moves, it stands to reason that it is impossible for him to learn such a difficult move from something he has been playing with since he was a child so far.

unless……

The dark eyes suddenly raised up and looked at the direction where he fell.

At this distance, with no flowers or trees blocking the view, one can spot the person coming at a glance.

How fast could a child like him use that clumsy sledgehammer?

unless……

He did it on purpose.

Cheng Hui...

Want him dead.

Think about this.

Jiang Que smiled.

He withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyelids to hide the smile in his eyes, placed his fingers on the pair of sledgehammers and touched them carefully, with an interesting guess in his mind.

...

Jiang Que was still there.

When Cheng Hui came back after stopping the man, Jiang Que was still waiting for him in the martial arts training yard.

Because the weather was too hot and he was not feeling well, another chubby little maid, about the same age as Jiang Que, stood by and tried her best to hold an umbrella for him.

Even so, the weak pink-dressed doll under the umbrella looked even paler, as if she was about to have a heatstroke.

Seeing this, Cheng Hui trotted over and pushed aside the maidservant who was much shorter than him. He grabbed the umbrella and took the maidservant's place to help Jiang Que. He took out a Qingfeng candy from his arms and stuffed it into Jiang Que's mouth: "Sister Zhao'er, eat it."

He usually practices martial arts and eats this when he feels dizzy from the heat.

It had a strange, bitter, sweet and cool taste. Jiang Que held it in his mouth and glanced at Cheng Hui who was holding an umbrella for him. He frowned and hid the candy in his mouth. He didn't want to spit it out, but he didn't want to eat it either.

Cheng Hui had a proud look on his face. He held up an umbrella and pulled Jiang Que's sleeve to a cooler place. He said, "Sister Zhao'er, your cousin will go to the Medical Saint Mountain to pay homage to the mountain tomorrow. You can go with your brother. If the old man can cure it, your cousin's hard work will not be in vain."

Cheng Hui spoke with high spirits, as if he had already enjoyed the wonderful time of going to the Medical Saint Mountain and having his illness cured.

The little child held his head high and chest out, looking very arrogant.

The child, who was not very big to begin with, walked beside Jiang Que and pretended to be an adult by holding an umbrella for another child.

Before they reached the pavilion and Cheng Hui hadn't finished speaking, his usually silent and taciturn sister Zhao'er suddenly stood beside him on tiptoe.

The fragrance, mixed with a light medicinal smell, came along with the scent of Qingfengtang, and the soft lips of Zhaoer sister, gently touching his face.

After the kiss, a faint tone echoed in my ears: "Thank you..."

"Cousin."

This name...

Cheng Hui's pupils dilated instantly.

He tightened his grip on the umbrella and mechanically turned his head under the warm sun, bumping into his cousin's glowing face. She looked so young and innocent, as if she was just calling him a simple name, which only highlighted the evil in his heart.

Cheng Hui felt like there was something blocking his throat. He wanted to be happy, but he didn't know how to be happy.

In the end, she could only pretend to be shy and helpless, returned the umbrella to Jiang Que, and ran away in the sun.

Jiang Que was left behind again, holding an umbrella and looking at his back.

The handle of the umbrella still retained the warmth of Cheng Hui's palm.

Only this time.

He had the answer he wanted.

Hello there.

After rebirth, Cheng Hui.