Heartburn

In the early morning of the next day, in the light of the day, loud and loud **** crows have been heard.

After repeating it a few times, I could not bear to pull the quilt over, blindfolded my head and ignored it, turned over and prepared to continue sleeping.

Last night I was so angry that Mr. Wei was so angry that he changed the bed and the bedding. I am afraid that the time to really fall asleep is only two or three hours. I was really sleepy, so I wanted to sleep a little longer.

Unexpectedly, apart from the crowing rooster that disturbed my dreams in this Baiyun Valley, everyone else deliberately didn't teach me to rest; before I closed my eyes and went to sleep again, I listened to a powerful knock on the door. The sound rang out one after another, as if I kept knocking without opening the door.

Unbearable, I had no choice but to wrap up my shirt, lick my shoes, and stagger open the door latch, staring displeasedly at the strange boy who knocked on the door, and asked with an irritation: "Who are you? Early in the morning...what's the matter?"

As if he hadn't noticed my forbearance of anger, he said gently: "I am the disciple of the medicine doctor in Baiyun Valley. Master sent me to ask your Excellency to get up and tell me before the medicine room."

Since he is graceful and polite, I am not easy to have a seizure. I looked at the sky, probably at five or six o'clock in the morning. I couldn't help rubbing his sour eyes, depressed: "It's so early... Your master is Wei Sir? Did he say what's the matter?"

"Master just sent me to invite your Excellency, and I didn't say anything about it." He smiled apologetically, and turned sideways inquiringly.

——Could it be that you invited me to use it earlier?

Pressing his abdomen, he was indeed hungry... In the fierce battle between the Sandman and the God of Cookery, the God of Cookery had the upper hand.

I nodded and said in compromise: "Well, wait a moment."

Going back to the room to wash up, it took some hands and feet to dress neatly-lamenting that I have gradually become accustomed to the days of being served. Suddenly, there is no attendant by my side, which is really inconvenient. He reprimanded himself for becoming more and more arrogant and prosperous, and then he patted his face, refreshed his spirits, and followed the young man to the medicine house.

Along the way, I discovered that the place where I live is a very remote courtyard, a detached house, although it is quiet, but also very simple; the more I go out, I can see the other courtyards of the manor, vaguely feel that there is no more It's a more shabby place than where I live-presumably the arrangement of this place is also the intention of Mr. Wei.

This also shows that his hostility towards me is true, not that I am over-hearted.

I just don't know, where does this hostility come from?

The young man led me to an unguarded medicine room, owed it and left.

My gaze swept around, but I didn’t see the tables, chairs, and chopsticks as expected, not to mention the pastries and foods that could be eaten up. There were only a neat pile of firewood and a handful of rusty ones. Axe-looking at this posture, it doesn't seem like asking me to have breakfast at all.

There was a kind of fooled indignation in my heart, and my stomach was screaming with hunger. When I was about to go home, I saw a man in a black robe walking out of the medicine room. Isn't that Mr. Wei who is it?

At his gaze with a smile but a smile, even though he was unwilling, he still patiently greeted him: "Mr. Wei, good morning."

"It's getting late, the chickens have been crowing three or four times." He patted the rice crumbs on his hands, glanced at me casually, and asked with a smile, "His Royal Highness Ling, haven't you eaten breakfast? No? Are you not used to serving people?"

"It's okay, it's okay." I pressed my hungry belly and couldn't figure out what he meant, so I gave a haha ​​and prepared to say goodbye.

Unexpectedly, he pointed to a pile of firewood spread on the ground, and said with a smile: "It's true that the valley is narrow and narrow, and money is tight, and he never raises idlers. Since His Royal Highness lives and eats and lives in the valley, he will eat more. It’s not an exaggeration, right?"

——Listening to what he meant, it turned out to be forsaking me to live here for nothing, and want me to chop wood to pay off the debt?

"It's not that this king doesn't pay..." Most of my money is in the hands of the accompanying guards, and there are only a few large banknotes left on me. Even so, it is more than enough to buy a small yard. Can't I still pay for it? How many days will you pay for meals and room?

"Heh, did your Royal Highness Ling think that everything in the world can be solved with money?" Who knows that he didn't even look at the banknotes I handed over, instead he looked awe-inspiring and sneered." My Baiyungu’s rules are to be self-reliant, don’t look to others-besides, these firewood are prepared for the medicinal materials you need to boil King Ling."

The implication is that I should really chop all the firewood by myself, so as not to delay the medicine.

——Cut, I don’t believe in his dignified Valley Master, I do everything myself.

To put it bluntly, isn't it to make things difficult for me?

Forget it, it's me who asks for others, and it's me who bows first.

Since he intends to see me embarrassed, then I'll be with you... But, always look for opportunities to figure out why he is so targeting me.

Wanting to understand this, I didn’t bother to deal with him again, rolled up my sleeves, bent down and picked up the axe on the ground—the axe weighed about seven or eight catties, and the handle was rough, unpolished hardwood, and held it in my hand. , The palm hurts.

I erected a piece of log and placed it, then held the axe in both hands and raised it above my head, and slashed it forcefully. Hearing a "click", the blade of the axe stuck on the **** of the log, and the mouth of the tiger shook back with a strong force, as if it was painful to tear the muscles.

"Hmph, His Royal Highness is slowly hacking, I'm going to do things first." The surnamed Wei looked at me for a while and saw me embarrassed, so he smiled more and more proudly, waved his hand, and left-with that look in his eyes The mockery inside can't hide.

"Damn it!" I treated the log as him, and slashed it again with an axe, but only opened the crack a little bit bigger; but the tiger's mouth burst out of a **** mouth, and the pain made me frown.

No wonder I was despised by him, my body is really weak...

"Hiss--" I barely chopped a few sticks of firewood, and the injury at the tiger's mouth became more serious, and the broken sawdust plunged into the flesh, teaching me can't help but grin and retreat.

I glanced at the pile of firewood piled up to the height of my knees, which looked like an undiminished firewood, sighed, and resignedly raised the axe that weighed more than a thousand pounds to me.

I don’t know if it’s because of the slack of the spirit, the lack of focus, or the fatigue of the muscles and loss of energy. When I reacted, the axe had missed the upright log and slammed straight towards the back of my instep. With this axe whizzing down with a sharp castration, I seemed to be able to foresee the **** appearance of this foot being separated from flesh and blood.

Oops-I was terrified, but I couldn't help but closed my eyes and waited for the moment to come.

The next moment, there was no expectation of the severe pain, but a light in his hand, the axe that he was holding tightly was pulled out of his palm, and then he fell into a warm embrace.

A familiar voice rang in my ears. The cold voice was no longer calm and calm. It was rare to have a tense tremor. It was nervous, worried, and mixed with a little panic: "What are you doing?"

My heart seemed to miss a beat, I opened my eyes abruptly, and met those eyes that were no longer indifferent... My heartbeat slowly recovered, and then I felt a layer of cold sweat on my back.

Teach her to hold tight wrist pain, but I felt a burst of joy-this pain just proved that she cares about me.

Thinking about this, even if I taught me that my wrist was broken in an instant, I was willing to not frown.

Concentrated, I turned away from the hot face from her gaze, and said nonchalantly: "As you can see, I'm chopping wood."

Feeling her gaze patrolling my face several times, she held my hand and gradually loosened it - the sudden disappearance of warmth taught me to breathe a sigh of relief, but it was difficult to hide the loss.

"His Royal Highness..." I looked over quietly, and saw that she was wearing a tight-fitting dark training suit, with long hair standing up high, holding a purple sword in her hand, slightly sweating on her temples, and her body was filled with warmth after exercise. Enthusiasm-that is a kind of hormonal breath that teaches people to stop.

I felt that I would lose my mind if I got close to her, so I turned away pretending that I didn’t feel anything, picked up the axe that fell on the ground, and jokingly said, "It’s not good to be unbelievable... You promised me yesterday. What? There are only two of us here now~"

"...Jane Xin." Her sigh taught me my heart tightened, and the hand holding the axe also used strength-unconsciously touching the wound, the pain made me subconsciously whispered.

"Wei Shu asked you to do it?" She grabbed my hand and turned it over gently but firmly, revealing her injured palm, seemingly random but carefully picked out the debris embedded in the flesh, with a deep voice. Asked.

I guess Wei Shuding in her mouth is the surname Wei undoubtedly. She deliberately sued him in front of Jiang Zhuo. After thinking about it, she felt childish. Besides, Jiang Zhuo’s current identity is nothing more than the guard that I was accompanying. Wei treats me like this, so how can he show her a good face?

However, having said that, if I show weakness and act like a baby, I can teach Jiang Zhuo to be soft, to give me a cold and warmth, and to comfort me, then it is more important than anything.

Thinking of this, I also spared my face, deliberately bit my lip, and made a look of grievances and tolerance, and said in a mournful tone: "I was called here early in the morning by my disciple. I thought it was to ask me to have breakfast. , Who knows that Mr. Wei said that there are no idlers in this valley, so I have to chop the firewood to repay the debt; I have no power to bind a chicken, and I am hungry, so I really have no strength... Well, who taught me to have it? What about you?"

At the end of the talk, I think of myself being poisoned, and I don't know who killed him. I am in a convoluted situation, surrounded by dangers, and I really feel a little sad.

Jiang Zhuo listened to my complaint silently, and did not answer, but took out the wound medicine from his arms that seemed to never leave the body, carefully wiped it on my wounds, and tore a piece of cloth under the hem of the clothes as a gauze. Wrapped in circles around my palm.

Her movements are very swift, and her serious look down her eyes faintly reveals a bit of gentleness. She looks like a deer in my heart, and can hardly feel the tingling of the wound.

After the bandage was done in twos or twos, I was still reminiscing about the touch of her fingertips on the palm of my hand, and saw that she lifted the axe on the ground, weighed it a few times, and then silently chopped the firewood for me.

I stepped back a few steps and looked at her silently chopping wood. I only felt that a Wang Qingquan was rising from the bottom of my heart, bubbling, and even the escaping moisture was sweet.