The male god of quick time travel, give me face

Chapter 1213 Twin Life Tribulation (9)

But Mu Yanxing's dressing habit is like this, no matter what the weather is, it is very thin, because wearing too thick will affect the speed of drawing the knife.

For people like them who are licking blood with knife-edge, even if they slow down for a second, it will be fatal.

Luo Ya opened her mouth, probably knowing that no matter what he said, she would not add two more clothes, so she decisively changed the subject, "How have you been these days?"

"Everything is fine." She said nothing about the specific situation in the palace. Luo Ya left the court, and there were some things that he could no longer hear.

Luo Ya didn't know how to answer the short answer. He pondered for a while, and continued: "Your Majesty wrote to me that you were injured, and you need to recuperate here for a period of time. The injury is serious."

Mu Jinghuai didn't want to tell Luo Ya about the poisoning, and Luo Xing didn't mention it, "It's a small injury, it will be fine in two days."

Luo Ya naturally knew that it couldn't be a minor injury, otherwise he wouldn't be recuperating here. He didn't study medicine and couldn't show it to Luo Xing, so he could only change the subject again, "I see you came here on horseback. How many miles away from the capital is this place?" You must be hungry in an hour. The food is hot in the pot. I will give it to you..."

Luo Ya just stood up without finishing his sentence, Luo Xing stood up straight away, left the living room and went to the small kitchen.

The cold wind from outside poured into the room, Luo Ya's remaining words stuck in his throat, and he sighed faintly in his heart.

After finally coming back, the two of them couldn't talk like ordinary father and daughter. If he knew this, he should have raised her character to be more detached.

Alas, it's too late to say anything now.

In the kitchen, the firewood under the cauldron was still burning, and the fire was not very strong. Luo Xing lifted the lid of the cauldron, and the heat rose. When the steam dissipated, he saw that there were two dishes and one soup inside.

The dishes were grown by Luo Ya himself, and he also cooked them. It took a long time to heat them in the pot, and the dishes didn't look so fresh.

In his memory, Luo Ya's cooking was not delicious, he could barely eat it. He had been a killer for a long time, but his knife skills were excellent. At this moment, the carrots in the bowl were all carved into peonies by him, and the shredded potatoes on the plate were thin and even, every Each one is the same size.

Luo Xing took a tray, brought out the dishes and rice and put them on the tray, then took two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks to the living room.

When the dishes were put on the table, she filled Luo Ya's food first, and then her own.

Luo Ya obviously hadn't eaten dinner yet, so he started eating directly with chopsticks.

There are not so many rules here, and Luo Xing also gorged himself after Luo Ya started eating.

She was already hungry, and she didn't find it too difficult to accept this dish with a little oil.

Today's salt is extremely difficult to refine into fine salt, so official salt is not only expensive but also difficult to buy. Only emperors and high-ranking officials can eat salted dishes every day.

Luo Xing remembered this, and thought about getting some salt for his adoptive father after a while.

After eating the food in the bowl clean, Luo Xing cleaned up the bowl and chopsticks, and glanced at the sky outside, "It's getting late, foster father should go to bed early."

After she finished speaking, she left the living room with the bowls and chopsticks. Luo Ya sat on the spot with a lonely expression on his face. It seemed that there were no more people in the house.

Seeing that it was snowing outside again, he stood up on crutches, went to close the door of the living room, and poured hot water into the washbasin on the washstand to clean his face and hands.

After washing, he turned off the light, sat on the cold kang for a while, and then lifted the quilt to lie down to rest.

Luo Xing came out after washing the dishes, the lights in the main house and the living room had already been turned off, she let go of the breath she was holding on to, and slowly tied Chi Feng to the stable, then went to her own room.

There was only one lamp in the room, but the kang was very warm. Looking at the pile of charcoal on the ground, it was no wonder that Luo Ya didn't burn the stove in the living room to keep warm. He might have given all the charcoal to him when he saw her coming. Without her, I don't know if my adoptive father burned the kang.

Luo Ya should be asleep at this time, it's not appropriate to bother him anymore, we can only watch it tomorrow.

Luo Xing took off his outer shirt, washed up briefly and sat on the bed to change his dressing.

After taking off her inner coat, she realized that the ribbon on her body was not tied as tightly as before. The medicine was not the same one she had applied before, but the effect of this medicine was good. The wound had completely stopped bleeding. I guess it was the one who saved her from the wound before. The people at the house changed the medicine for her.

Luo Xing frowned slightly. She was lucky to be rescued, but it was not a good thing for her to be found out as a woman. She only hoped that that person was a friend rather than an enemy.

She just thought about it for a short while, and her physical condition did not allow her to go to a large area to find people, so she had to put the matter aside for the time being and quickly change the medicine for the wound.

After changing the medicine, Luo Xing packed up the replaced ribbon and put it in the corner, waiting to find a place to bury it the next day.

Back on the bed, Luo Xing took out the needle buried in his body, and the pain instantly spread all over his limbs.

Although the pain-relieving effect of the silver needle is good, it can't stick on the body all the time. She still has to rely on her mind to resist the bone-eroding pain.

Knowing from memory that Mu Yanxing can only deal with simple trauma, she will suffer for a while.

Luo Xing put her hand on her pulse, and the pulse under her hand was weak and disordered. She thought of something, her eyes lit up, maybe she could not detoxify, but change the feeling of the poison attack, so that there would be no need for pain.

Making preparations, Luo Xing put on her coat, lifted the quilt and lay down on the kang.

The kang was warm and warm, which accelerated the blood circulation. She sat up again and put out the fire underneath.

When the temperature of the kang dropped, Luo Xing lay down again and closed his eyes to rest.

The physical pain was not that easy to bear. Luoxing finally fell asleep, but the pain woke her up several times in the middle of the night. She simply stopped sleeping, put on her clothes and sat at the table.

If this pain is not resolved as soon as possible, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep well.

There is everything in Luoxing space, so she doesn't need to go out to collect herbs in the cold winter months, she takes some medicinal materials from the space, and she puts them into the grinding machine to grind them into powder.

Mix the medicine powder according to the ratio, add honey and knead it into a honeyed pill. Luo Xing pours himself a glass of water and swallows the honeyed pill.

It was also the first time Qianji had seen this kind of Poison Falling Star. She had tried hundreds of herbs and a dozen recipes, but none of them had much effect on relieving the pain.

At dawn, Luo Xing heard the movement in the main room with his sensitive ears. He threw a pile of things on the table into the space and used silver needles to seal the acupuncture points again to relieve the pain.

Going to the window and opening the window, cold wind poured into the room, blowing away most of the smell of medicine in the room.

Luo Xing stood in the cool wind for a while, took a deep breath, opened the door of the room and went to the small kitchen.

Lighting a fire and cooking, a set of movements is exceptionally skillful.

Luo Xing would do whatever was in the small kitchen. There was salt in her space, but she didn't use it, so as not to be questioned and difficult to explain.

After about half an hour, Luo Xing prepared breakfast and put it on the stove.

(End of this chapter)