Xia Zhiliao widened her eyes. If it weren’t for the boy’s smirk, she would have thought she had misheard.
I knew it, how could the villain be the kind-hearted brother next door?
Wen Heng looked at Xia Zhiliao. At present, the imperial doctors had not diagnosed that the empress dowager had diabetes, but since the little girl said so, it must be the case.
He wanted a cure, but he wasn't sure if Xia Zhiliao really had it. He had also heard of this disease, which was difficult to treat and was also a disease of affluence.
[Why are you looking at me? He's not going to do this for real, is he? I'm not going to the capital. Going to the capital is like walking into a trap. I'm not going!]
Wen Heng was surprised. The little girl had never been to the capital, so why was she so resistant to it?
What does it mean to walk into a trap? Who in the capital city makes her so scared?
Lu Seyan or Jiang Xiaoying, or someone else?
Himself? After getting along with each other, when did he ever have the thought of harming her?
"Give me the recipe, and I won't take you to the capital."
Xia Zhiliao looked at him and said, "Diabetic disease is very difficult to cure. How can I cure it?"
Wen Heng curled his lips. Seeing her like this, he felt that she knew. "It doesn't matter if you don't know. Then I'll take you to Beijing to play."
[You bastard, you always threaten me with going to the capital, but you don’t know that you don’t want to go anyway. ]
"Let's go, the capital is so nice, I heard it's very prosperous, then take me there!"
Wen Heng smiled lightly, "It's better to do it now than to wait for a better day. Let's do it now. Follow me."
"Ahem!" Xia Zhiliao thought he would be provoked, but he really wanted to do it. "Brother Xie, I am a child. It is troublesome to take care of a child. I need someone to take care of me when I am free. Can you help me?"
Wen Heng knew what she was planning and deliberately said, "What's the big deal? As long as you have the nerve to do it, it's fine."
Xia Zhiliao almost choked on her own saliva. She didn't know whether her face was red or not, but she just wanted to find a place to hide.
"My grandmother and I had some misunderstandings before, but now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, she has been very kind to me. I hope she can spend her old age in peace and without any disaster or illness."
Xia Zhiliao finally stopped coughing and heard Wen Heng say this. She was sure that there was no need for Wen Heng to play the emotional card with her. After all, what was the relationship between his grandmother and her?
He was being very sincere at this moment.
"If you know the recipe, please tell me. If you have any problems in the future, I will definitely not stand idly by." Wen Heng said seriously.
[What will happen to me? Even if something happens, it's all because of you. Just stay away from me.]
Wen Heng paused for a moment. Originally, he felt the warmth of family in the Xia family, but it was still hurtful to hear the little girl say this.
He opened his mouth, but this time he didn't let her have her way.
"Then... can you stop that young lady from the capital from causing trouble for our family?" Xia Zhiliao asked.
Today, the Xia family is just an ordinary family. Let alone the prime minister, even if the county magistrate stomps his feet, their family will be finished.
Wen Heng curled his lips, "Okay."
"Deal!" Xia Zhiliao said readily.
"Deal?" Wen Heng frowned. Although this was indeed a deal, he found it harsh to hear.
"What's wrong? What else do you want?"
Wen Heng shook his head. "Go ahead. I really have to go."
[Go, go, go, as if someone is trying to keep you. ]
Xia Zhiliao ran back while muttering, and soon took out a piece of paper. Wen Heng frowned when he saw her handwriting.
[What kind of expression is that? It doesn’t matter if the words are pretty or not, as long as the recipe works! ]
Wen Heng shook his head, "Your handwriting... is so ugly!"
"It's okay if she's ugly, as long as she's good-looking!" Xia Zhiliao said.
Wen Heng was amused and looked her up and down. "She's... okay."
Thanks to Xia Zhiliao's efforts, she is now a plump, chubby little girl who is loved by everyone and flowers bloom wherever she goes. But in Wen Heng's eyes, she is just so-so?
Then who won’t make do?
Xia Zhiliao rolled her eyes, but there was still something she wanted to ask.
"Aren't you afraid that this recipe is written randomly?"
"Don't be afraid, I believe..."
Xia Zhiliao was just about to act arrogant, seeing her character.
However, Wen Heng added: "I believe you don't have the courage."
Xia Zhiliao looked at him angrily. Why did this guy have a mouth?
"I'm kidding. Believe it or not, I know you better than you think."
Xia Zhiliao curled his lips. What does he know about himself?
Wen Heng didn't explain much, "Tell Ling He if there is anything, he will tell me."
Xia Zhiliao wanted to say no, but then he thought it was too early to say that.
Wen Heng said goodbye to the Xia family and his eyes fell on Xia Zhiliao.
He turned around, but suddenly looked back again, knowing that the little girl was impatient, but he still wanted to say, "Xia Zhiliao."
"What?"
"Many things are not what you think, including me!"
After saying that, he jumped on his horse and left without looking back.
Xia Zhiliao snorted. What did he mean by this?
Ling He didn't know when he walked to Xia Zhiliao's side. He naturally couldn't hear Xia Zhiliao's inner voice, but he sighed, "My young master is cold to everyone, but he is special to you, a little girl."
Xia Zhiliao looked at the tall man, "Uncle Ling, why don't I understand?"
"You are still young, so you naturally don't understand some things. My young master has never experienced family affection since he was a child. All he sees is coldness, and he is also cold to others. But he cares more about your family's affairs than anyone else. He traveled a long way to find your mother's background, and dragged a lot of people along."
Xia Zhiliao did not deny that Wen Heng must have contributed, otherwise where would he find the relevant people?
Although the truth about my mother's background has not yet been revealed, it cannot be denied that he contributed.
"It is your blessing that you can know my master, little girl."
Blessing?
Xia Zhiliao thought to himself that it was just bad luck.
Originally, her family had nothing to do with the plot of the original novel. Her father had not come to Beijing, her second aunt had not died, her second uncle would not have joined the army, and her younger aunt would not have married the old emperor.
In this way, the lives of their entire family were saved.
Unfortunately, Wen Heng appeared.
She thinks the disaster outweighs the blessing.
"Of course, after meeting you, my master has smiled more often, and when he quarrels with you, he acts more like a child of his age. It's a blessing for him."
Xia Zhiliao nodded proudly. It was certainly his blessing to be recognized by others.
"Do you understand this time?" Ling He asked.
Xia Zhiliao nodded, "Yes, I understand. It is his blessing to know me."
Ling He smiled, this little girl is really smart.
"By the way, Uncle Ling, what is he doing this time?"
Xia Zhiliao asked curiously. She had thought about it for a long time yesterday but couldn't think of anything that would happen at this point.
Ling He looked at her and took back what he had just said. It was all in vain what he had said about feelings for so long!
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