Chapter 463: Black belly Xiao Heng (two more) (1/2)

Chapter 463 Black-bellied Xiao Heng (two more)

As Yuyaer said so, Xiao Heng looked down at his legs and feet.

He finally understood where the awkwardness came from when changing clothes. He didn't have a cane or limped. He... walked out like a normal person.

”Grandpa! Your legs are good! Your legs are good!” Yu Ya'er was so excited, she said twice in one breath. If the others weren't awake yet, she wanted to say it three times and four times!

Coincidentally at this time, Gu Jiao also got up, and she came out of the East Room.

Xiao Heng immediately made a silent gesture to Yuyaer.

Yu Ya'er was startled, Xiao Heng motioned her to keep secret with his eyes, Yu Ya'er finally understood, her eyes flashed, and she nodded!

Gu Jiao walked towards the two, and Yuyaer continued to dry the quilt.

In fact, it’s time to say hello to Gu Jiao. Yu Ya'er is a polite little maid, but she is too guilty to help her uncle doing bad things, so she dare not look at her own lady at all!

Fortunately, Gu Jiao was not obsessed with trivial matters and didn't notice the strangeness of Yu Ya'er. For many days, she didn't see her grandfather in official uniform. At first glance, he put on him, and the strict temperament of asceticism came to her face.

The face value crit in the early morning made Gu Jiao coveted for several seconds.

Xiao Heng seemed to be ignorant and greeted her: ”Morning.”

”Well, early.” Gu Jiao responded blankly.

Xiao Heng pressed down the corners of his lips that almost turned up, limped to the side of the well, and started to fetch water.

Gu Jiao wouldn’t let him do heavy work. Gu Jiao stepped forward to take the wooden barrel from him: “I’ll do it.”

Xiao Heng's hand slightly lifted. This action caused her to grab his hand instead of the wooden handle of the bucket.

Xiao Heng cleared his throat, glanced at Yuya'er behind him, and said solemnly: ”In the early morning, you should pay attention.”

Gu Jiao: ”...”

After breakfast, Xiao Jingkong and his grandfather went to the Imperial College. Gu Yan and Gu Xiaoshun went to Qinghe Academy. The family already knew the identity of Xiao Heng, but they knew how complicated his affairs were. Xiao Liulang's identity calls him.

”I went to the Hanlin Hospital.” Xiao Heng came over with a cane and said to Gu Jiao, who was packing the small medicine box and planning to go to the hospital.

Thinking of something, Gu Jiao said to him: ”By the way, how is your hand? Does it hurt? Can you write?”

The    line has long been removed, and he has been doing rehabilitation these few days. He eats with a spoon in his left hand.

”It doesn't seem to be very good.” Xiao Heng stretched out his right hand and said without changing his face, ”I don't have much strength.”

”Really? Let me see.” Gu Jiao put down the small medicine box.

Xiao Heng limped up to her and stretched out his right hand.

His hands are white and clean, his fingers are slender, and the joints are well defined. Even his nails are filled with a puddle of pearl. Gu Jiao couldn't help but feel once again. In his previous life, this must be the hands of a surgeon or a pianist. .

She began to examine his wounds.

There is a faint layer of scar ointment on the wound. Compared with the initial period, the scar is a little lighter, but it is still particularly eye-catching on this perfect hand.

Gu Jiao pressed the position of the wound: ”Does it hurt?”

”Huh?” Xiao Heng was taken aback, and then, as if reacting quickly, he answered, ”It hurts, it's not too obvious.”

Gu Jiao asked: “It hurts if you don’t touch it, or does it hurt if you touch it?”

Xiao Heng said: ”It hurts only when you touch it.”

Gu Jiao paused, put her hand into his palm, and said, ”You hold it.”

Xiao Heng grabbed her hand.

Her hands are so small, he can cover them all with a big palm. Because of the hard work of Wu Xiu, there is a faint cocoon between the palm of her hand and the mouth of the tiger, which is not as soft as that of Princess Xinyang. I heard that the hands of those daughters are so soft, but he doesn't like those soft hands.

”Is that only a little grip strength?” Gu Jiao frowned.

”Are my hands the same as my legs and feet, I want to...” He sighed, then stopped talking.