Bastards

The boy was obviously a little nervous, frowning and biting his lips hesitantly, but finally he jumped out of the car and knocked on the door. Cui Yu was a little weak and leaned against the pillar of the car to watch.

The door was knocked five times before it slowly opened, revealing a face like old bark, full of gullies, white eyes, gray lips, slightly stiff movements... The boy jumped away with a voice of "Aw". Turn around and jump back to the front of the car: "Young...less...young master..."

Cui Yu's concentration was still good, he coughed lightly, and comforted his servant: "It's raining heavily and it's cold, the old man can't stand the cold, so don't be rude."

"Eat or stay?"

At the same time, there was an old man's slightly hoarse questioning voice.

The boy's body froze, his eyes panicked, and he looked at his young master for help——

Cui Yu nodded.

The boy turned around slowly, took a serious look at the old man, and then quickly turned his gaze away: "Stay... stay in a hotel! You have to eat too!"

With a "squeak" sound, the old man opened the door and made a gesture of invitation, revealing his body in a coir raincoat and the weedy bluestone path behind him.

The boy swallowed, as if to cheer himself up: "My name is Lan Qiao, dare I ask the old man's name?"

"Old Zhou."

"My young master is ill, and the car has to be unloaded first, please help Lao Zhou..."

The old horse snorted, the wheels rolled, and the corners of Cui Yu's eyes flattened slightly. Very good, he knew the name of his servant.

He had some impression of the name Lanqiao.

When I came here last time, this body was nearly 30 years old, and I had a little memory loss. I felt that life was boring, and I had a death wish. I didn’t care about the body or the people around me. gradually dissipated.

He had completely forgotten Lan Qiao's face, but the name was etched deeply in his mind.This is a loyal servant, stupid loyal, stupid, not very smart, and died to protect the original owner.But what happened, he died to protect the original owner, but he doesn't remember...

"Master, you can get out of the car."

Just as he was thinking, when the curtain of the car was lit up, Lan Qiao's youthful face appeared in front of him. He had a round face, round eyes, and smiled when he saw him. His canine teeth were faintly visible. He was a very cute child.

Cui Yu's eyes were slightly flat, and Lan Qiao's men got off the bus.

Lao Zhou was helping to tie the horse, when he turned his head unexpectedly and saw Cui Yu's face... Although he has experienced a lot of years and knowledge, he was slightly stunned.

Lan Qiao was not afraid now, noticed Lao Zhou's eyes, turned his head and gave him a hard look, as if to say: "Look what, I haven't seen such a good-looking master!"

Cui Yu had an injury under his knee, and it was excruciatingly painful when he moved. All his attention was devoted to resisting the pain, and he didn't notice the eye contact between the two.After his body got used to the pain, he began to observe his surroundings following Lao Zhou's guidance.

This inn is different from ordinary inns, a bit like a folk house.Probably because of the geographical location, knowing that most of the guests are resting on the way, they didn’t make a small welcome face, but directly opened the door to welcome the guests, and they could directly pull carts and horses in. The barn is not far from the door to the west.

Turn back to the main road and soon go to the corridor.The veranda is curved into a zigzag shape, and because the space is small, it is built squarely, which can be seen clearly at a glance.The outermost row of rooms in the south is what the store needs to greet customers. There are settlement counters in the main hall, a dining room, and a kitchen. There are also a few Datong shops in the west, with large windows facing south. The price is cheap and economical.

Of course, it is impossible for them to live in Tongfu, and Lan Qiao earnestly demanded: "I want the best house."

In view of the remote location, the small area, dilapidated gates and overgrown weeds, the walk along the way is relatively clean, but not very popular... Cui Yu didn't have much expectation for the 'shangfang'.

"Eldest young master, you have a fever. Second young master is young and easily gets sick. I'm also doing it for your own good."

"No, the second young master lives with me."

"But--"

"I live with my brother!"

Just as the three of Cui Yu walked through the hall, they saw a group of masters and servants discussing how to live in the room.

The two young masters, one big and one small, both wore bamboo-green silk shirts. The clothes were similar in style, and their eyebrows and eyes were even more similar. They both had phoenix eyes, round jaws, white skin and high noses.The big one has a warm and modest temperament, flushed face, and shortness of breath, which shows that the illness is not serious; the small one is cute like jade, with black grape-like eyes that look worried when looking at his elder brother, but fierce when facing his servants. Baba, with a stubborn face.The two unanimously opposed the suggestion of the housekeeper in front of them, their eyes opened wide, and they were obviously very persistent in their own ideas.

Due to the limited medical facilities, getting sick in ancient times was a very serious matter, especially cold and heat. People who are close to you have to be more careful. Once you get sick, you will leave the group and raise them. The name of filial piety.These two are obviously brothers, the older one stands on the outside of the veranda to shield the younger one from the rain and mist, the palm of his hand is stroking the soft hair on the top of the younger one's head, his eyes and movements reveal genuine concern.Then why insist on living in the same room with the younger one?

The corner of Cui Yu's eyes glanced at the man who looked like a butler, and he understood.

The butler had a goatee, about forty years old, his smile didn't reach his eyes, his eyes leaked a strange light, and he obviously had a different heart.

The words and eyes of the young master and the housekeeper confronted each other. The young master was simple and rude, using his status to overwhelm others, but the housekeeper... could hardly hide his murderous intent to kill the other party.YouQi looked down slightly with a murderous intent, clenched his fists as if to make the final decision - at that time the elder master was looking at the younger master, but he didn't notice it.

The master and servant were 'discussing', and when they saw Cui Yu and his party coming, they were all startled.For a moment, as if the switch was turned on again, the two sides moved quickly. The elder master led the younger master into the room, the butler waved his sleeves, and led the other servants to settle down. As soon as the doors of each wing were closed, the verandah was immediately quiet.

The three of Cui Mata stood in front of the corridor, feeling a little embarrassed.Fortunately, Lao Zhou did not stop at his feet and led the way ahead. The sound of rain was noisy and lively, and the atmosphere quickly calmed down.

"Is there a person living in this room?" Lan Qiao had regained his composure, knew whether it was a human or a ghost, and had exchanged names. He thought he knew each other, and pointed to the nearest wing to inquire about the news.

Old Zhou frowned slightly, but still nodded lightly: "Drug dealer, heavy rain keeps customers away."

"Great! It just so happens that we don't have much medicine on us. I'll beg later, so I can get some more!"

Because of a leg injury, Cui Yu walked very slowly. When passing by the door, he could smell a trace of medicine...very clearly.He raised his brows slightly, his eyes focused on thinking.

Medicine dealers should have medicinal materials around them, and it is not surprising that there is a medicinal smell, but this smell is clearly an ointment for detoxifying and strengthening muscles.At the end of his previous life, Yang Xuan once sought out a famous doctor to treat his legs. The detoxifying herbs are unique, expensive and hard to find, and have miraculous effects. The taste of crude and patent medicines is quite different. He is used to it and knows it when he smells it.

"Don't talk nonsense, the drug dealer is not a doctor, how dare you mix the medicine indiscriminately?" Cui Yu tapped Lan Qiao's head with a serious voice, "The medicine can still be used for a few days, just go to the doctor's office after the rain stops, don't worry about it." Annoy others."

Lan Qiao couldn't understand if there was any deep meaning in these words, but he was always loyal. Of course, what the young master said was what he said, so he nodded vigorously: "Yes! The young master is right!"

"This is the room of the two guests." Lao Zhou opened the door of the next room, "Meals and hot water, please ask this little brother to pick them up later."

It's okay to run errands at Blue Bridge, but this place—"Aren't there any better rooms?"

Old Zhou Shuxiu: "This..."

"Lanqiao, here is fine." Cui Yu glanced over the east wing with closed doors and windows, "Your young master can't walk anymore." Although the doors and windows were closed, he always felt that there were people inside, and the inn should have few vacancies.

It was only then that Lan Qiao remembered his master's injury, and immediately helped Cui Yu go inside: "Master, rest first, I'll go get some hot water and change your clothes and medicine!"

Putting things back together, Lan Qiao followed Lao Zhou to fetch hot water, Cui Yu sat on a chair, pointed to his forehead, and sighed slightly.

A drug dealer with hidden secrets; tit-for-tat conflicts have been put in front of the eyes, and the master and servant who are suspected of killing each other; the doors and windows are closed, the sound is silent, but the atmosphere feels wrong, and there is obviously someone in the wing...

The heavy rain keeps guests away, and it is an eventful autumn.

I just hope that everyone can wait for the rain to stop quietly, and the grievances will be dealt with later.

As for myself...Of course I don't mind my own business, he doesn't provoke others, and it's best for others not to provoke him.

Lan Qiao turned around quickly, brought hot water over to wash his body and change his clothes, and treated his wound.The injury was a bruise, three points below the knee, bloody and bloody, and looked very scary. I went to the doctor to see it, and said it was a skin trauma, which can be cured by applying medicine on time.It just hurts the near joints, the impact is deep, the pain is unbearable, and it is inconvenient to walk. You need to be patient and pay attention to the maintenance, otherwise the joints may be affected if the maintenance is not good.

Lan Qiao rubbed the medicine with an expression on his face as if he was facing an enemy, fearing that the heavy weight would make the master feel even more painful.In fact, no matter how serious or not, the wound is painful, Cui Yu hopes that his rough hands and feet will be wiped off quickly, so that the torture-like painful process can end early.

As my thoughts drifted, I recalled the past, this physical disability... It seems that when I was 16 years old, I was slightly injured first, and then had an accident.It wasn't until Yang Xuan finally found a famous doctor that he realized that the reason why he could walk with his disabled legs was because he had been poisoned by some kind of strange poison.

Could it be this time... the danger he foresees?

Is it the aunt?But the aunt is a back house girl, where can I find the strange poison that the royal family can't find easily?

"Huh..." Lan Qiao finally finished applying the medicine, went to wash his hands by the basin, wiped off the sweat on his forehead, quickly packed up his things, and ran out again, "Master, I'm going to pick up the food!"

The meals provided by the inn are not rich. There are hot rice porridge, half-warm steamed buns, side dishes mixed with sesame oil, and meat dishes that have been marinated and chopped before, without cooking.If so, Cui Yu's master and servant are also very satisfied. In this weather, it is hard to find a hot bite.Besides, Cui Mata has an injury, so hot porridge is more suitable for nourishing the stomach.

Both of them were very hungry, and there was no one else around, so Cui Mata beckoned the boy to eat together, and while eating, he chatted leisurely with him.

"We turned back halfway, my father didn't stop us?"

"I can't stop it, the master doesn't know, but he must know now, maybe he's losing his temper." Lan Qiao was very hungry, and was snoring from the porridge.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Fear?"

Seeing that the boy was confused, Cui Mina sighed slightly: "I want to run, but instead of persuading me, you even cover and follow..." Turning around, he will definitely be punished.

"I'm a little scared," Lan Qiao put down the bowl, and sighed, looking at Cui Yu with big black and white eyes, "Master will definitely punish me, but he won't kill me, just carry it."

Cui Yu was startled, then closed his eyes, and asked him softly, "Why?"

"Because no one is willing to serve the young master..." Lan Qiao turned pale when he realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and immediately stepped back and knelt down. Everyone wants to grab this job!"

Cui Mata shook his head and asked him, "Why didn't you tell the truth and ran after me?"

Lan Qiao was stunned: "You are my master, my life is yours, so of course I have to listen to you."

This time Cui Mata was stunned.

The answer is so simple and straightforward, of course.

He has never met such a subordinate who surrendered his life and was only loyal to him...

Seeing that the master was silent and his eyes were deep, Lan Qiao cautiously asked, "Master?"

"It's okay, I'm not angry, you get up."

"Then I... tidy up?"

"it is good."

Lan Qiao stood up, tidied up his things swiftly, in full swing, in a quite, quite... heartless mood.

He didn't even know that the master had changed.

Cui Yu covered his face with his hands, and had a foolish and loyal subordinate, so he felt a little complicated.

When it was quiet, the slight pain in the knee came up again, Cui Yu asked Lan Qiao to put a chair in the corner outside the door, and helped him to sit down.The wound was rubbed with medicine, it is best to keep it dry, the room is stuffy and hot, but the wind blowing outside is fine, so you won't sweat.

The rain falls from the eaves, like a transparent silver chain, and the moist water vapor smells, as if you can smell the fragrance of summer flowers.A rain-soaked emerald green willow leaf swirled past and fell to his leg.At this moment, there is an illusion that the years are quiet.

Before he knew it, his consciousness drifted away, and Cui Yu was drowsy.I don't know how long I slept when I heard a conversation.

"Tonight...you go west, I go east..."

"But... I have searched all around, but there is no..."

"...Tutored by the old general, smart and reclusive, according to the habit, this should be the direction... We must hurry... We are already injured, and our lives will be in danger later."

"Then now I..."

"No...Identity...you have to avoid people's eyes and ears..."

The direction of the sound came from the 'pharmacist' next door.

Looking for someone, returning to learn from the old general, already injured, life-threatening...

The pharmacist really has a secret.

Before he could think about it, suddenly a round takraw ball rolled to his feet, and a crisp sound of "Qiaoqiu!" came.

Cui Yu's eyes tightened, and he glanced at the next window subconsciously out of the corner of his eye - a feeling of numbness in the back, followed by a feeling of being locked in by death.

They found it!