The Villains Want Hugs [Quick Transmigration]

Facing Jiang Meng's cuteness and begging to let him go, Xiao Qing was unmoved, he looked at Jiang Meng quietly, with a serious expression on his face: "You have suffered from cold too much, if you don't drink your medicine properly, you may not be able to practice martial arts in the future .”

The little apprentice picked up became a big-headed baby. If he didn't make up for it, the root of the disease would easily fall in this icy and snowy world.

Jiang Meng pursed her lips, staring at the steaming gas bomb with her black eyes, she couldn't hold back, and asked in a low voice, "Master, why does this medicine smell so bad?"

Xiao Qing has been fighting and killing in the rivers and lakes for these years. Various injuries have made him a long-term illness. He has long been immune to the smell of boiled Chinese medicine, so he doesn't think it is so unpleasant.

Xiao Qing took out a small silver bowl from the package at the side, covered it with a piece of clean gauze, filtered the medicinal juice in the small casserole, and promised softly: "If Ling'er obediently drinks this medicinal juice , when we go to Liangzhou, I will buy glutinous rice cakes for you to eat."

The glutinous rice cake was sweet. Jiang Meng swallowed, as if she could already smell the sweetness.

After experiencing a battle between heaven and man in his heart, there was a sound of "grunt" from his empty stomach at the right time, he turned his heart and walked over bravely: "Master, I want to eat two plates of glutinous rice." cake."

After saying that, Jiang Meng pinched her nose with one hand and held the silver bowl with the other. She tilted her little head back and poured the brown-yellow concoction into it.

The taste of the traditional Chinese medicine was bitter and astringent, and it slid down the throat into the stomach little by little. Jiang Meng drank the medicine until her face turned pale, and she almost vomited out when she put down the small bowl.

Xiao Qing used her inner strength to gently help him to follow the meridians, Jiang Meng wrinkled her small face, and buried her face in the neck of her master's mother in aggrieved manner: "I have repented, I want to eat three plates of glutinous rice cakes."

A smile appeared on Xiao Qing's indifferent face, he stretched out his hand and patted Jiang Meng's back lightly, and said "um".

As the saying goes, good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease. After Jiang Meng forced himself to drink a bowl of medicine, a warmth gradually rose in his body, and that feeling flowed into his blood vessels like warm spring water. Little by little, it penetrated into the limbs and bones, even though the small thatched hut was still cold, but he no longer shivered.

Xiao Qing saw that her little apprentice's face had turned from pale to some blood, and finally felt relieved. After washing the small casserole, he simply cooked a pot of lean meat porridge. Although the conditions were simple, the master and apprentice had dinner It was quite satisfactory.

Jiang Meng ate his soft belly until he swelled up, he smacked his mouth a few times, and showed a big smile at Xiao Qing: "I'm so full, master."

Xiao Qing nodded, packed the casserole and bowls and chopsticks, went outside and brought back a pile of dry firewood and put them into the fire.

Although Jiang Meng was a little full, he was a little embarrassed to see his master busy.He stood up and looked around, picked up the scattered straw on the ground and piled it on the bed board, and soon a simple meadow was laid out.

After Xiao Qing tied the horse and walked in from the outside, she saw Jiang Meng looking at herself with bright eyes, and patted the makeshift bed with her skinny little hands: "Master, come quickly, this bed is soft now. Already!"

Although Jiang Meng is eight years old, she has been malnourished since she was a child, making her look much younger. Her big black eyes looked straight at Xiao Qing, waiting for a compliment innocently and cutely.

The scene of deja vu reminded Xiao Qing of his lost young son, and he couldn't help but felt a dull pain in his heart. He lowered his eyes to hide all his emotions, walked up to touch the back of Jiang Meng's head, and praised him: "Ling'er is very capable."

Jiang Meng, who was praised, was delighted. He rolled onto the bed, curled up his body into a small ball, and smirked at Xiao Qing: "I want to sleep with my master."

Xiao Qing went to bed and lay down, took out a fur blanket from the package and covered the two of them, closed her eyes and said, "Go to sleep."

Jiang Meng slept very soundly that night, and he didn't even have time to dream. When he woke up comfortably, he found himself sitting on horseback, and Xiao Qing was sitting behind him, holding him with one arm. The whole person is hooped in his arms.

"Are you awake?" Xiao Qing asked him, and without waiting for Jiang Meng's answer, she continued: "I have something important to do today, and I will send you to a friend's house in a while, so please wait until I come back to pick you up." you."

Jiang Meng, who just woke up, was still a little unconscious. After reacting slowly for a while, she realized that Xiao Qing might be going to kidnap the male lead, Yan Xiao.

He secretly called Ji Xiaopang in his heart: "The male lead can't stay in the palace and be served well, why did he run out of the palace in winter?"

Ji Xiaopang was almost blown away by the howling wind as soon as his head emerged. He hid in Jiang Meng's clothes in a panic before replying, "Yanxiao's concubine Jing, whose real name is Changsun Jing, is Dazhao. Shang Shu Zhang Sun Yu's daughter, in a few days will be the anniversary of Concubine Jing's death. Shang Shu was eager to miss her daughter, so he asked Emperor Zhaoming to take his grandson back to Shang Shufu for a short stay. And Xiao Qing received the second daughter a few days ago. Prince Yan Nanhuai's appointment is ready to act on Yan Xiao's way back to the Shangshu Mansion."

Jiang Meng was shaken by the running horse. He was a little confused by the appearance of several names in a row, and asked with a frown: "Then where is Xiao Qing going now?"

Facing the wind, Ji Xiaopang closed his eyes, and said slowly: "Your teacher is confused and afraid that you will be injured in a fight, so I want to send you to a safe place first, but now... the convoy escorting the hero suddenly changed its route, I'm afraid the action will be premature."

Before Jiang Meng could answer, she saw a carrier pigeon suddenly flying in the gray sky. Xiao Qing reined in the horse to stop the horse, took out the small note tied to the carrier pigeon's leg, and just glanced at it. His face changed slightly.

Jiang Meng peeked at the man's reaction, and asked in a low voice, "Master, did something happen?"

Xiao Qing burned the note and smiled at her young disciple: "Is Ling'er afraid of killing people?"

Jiang Meng didn't know why, so she shook her head subconsciously.

Xiao Qing rubbed his head, pulled the reins, turned around, and ran towards the capital.

While jogging for a cup of tea, the two came to an alley in the south of the city. Because it was winter, there were not many merchants on the street, and the bare trees on both sides of the street were swaying in the cold wind, making them extremely deserted and desolate.

Xiao Qing carried Jiang Meng off the horse and hid him in an abandoned water tank.Jiang Meng thought that Xiao Qing would take her to fly over the eaves and walls, but she was suddenly put into the tank, her little face was full of disappointment: "Master..."

Xiao Qing naturally understood what he meant, but now that the horse-drawn carriage team from the Shangshufu was about to arrive here, she couldn't care less about coaxing her little disciple's mood: "It's better to stay here, don't make any noise, wait until I finish solving the matter."

Jiang Meng felt the sense of crisis in Xiao Qing's words, he nodded obediently, sat down in the water tank, and remained silent.

Xiao Qing lowered the lid of the water tank, glanced back and forth with indifferent eyes, jumped up and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Meng waited bored in the water tank for a long time, and finally heard the beating started outside.

He stood up cautiously, with the lid on his small head, revealing a gap for peeping, and he saw that there were two carriages in the Shangshu Mansion, and the guards in charge of protecting Changsun Yu and the third prince Yanxiao were at least 100 people, even though they were numerous There were many, but judging from the fighting and killing at the scene, it was obvious that the killer sent by the second prince Yan Nanhuai was even better.

It turns out that Xiao Qing is not the only killer, all the people covered in black cloth are all masters of martial arts, all of them have unique skills, and their deeds are elusive. If they are found after the incident, it will be a needle in a haystack, and Yan Nanhuai can't be found at all. .It can be seen from this that the second prince Yan Nanhuai is determined to kill Yan Xiao's younger brother.

The swaying figure was hidden in the shadow of swords and swords. Not long after, Jiang Meng saw Xiao Qing rushing out of the encirclement carrying a little boy. His lightness skill was excellent, and he flew a few meters high with a light touch of his toes, "Shua, Shua, Shua!" After a few strokes, he arrived in front of the water tank, picked up Jiang Meng and climbed up to the roof.

Jiang Meng only felt the wind in his ears, and the world was spinning in front of his eyes. When he came back to his senses, he had already been put on the ground, and Xiao Qing's brocade robe was stained with blood, but his face was still warm: "Turn ahead again and you'll be there." You can see our thatched hut, Ling'er will take him back first, and I will come as soon as I go."

Jiang Meng took over the unconscious Yan Xiao. Although the other party was three years younger than him, she was only half a head shorter than him.

He carried Yan Xiao on his back with difficulty, and looked at his master worriedly: "Master, you must be careful, don't get hurt."

Xiao Qing nodded in response, and once again performed lightness kung fu and disappeared.

It really was the pampered little prince in the palace, Jiang Meng only walked a few steps, and felt that Yan Xiao was as heavy as a pig, his legs were trembling uncontrollably from exhaustion, and he was sweating in the cold wind.

Ji Xiaopang took pleasure in leading the way, and grinningly shouted to cheer up: "Boss, you have to work harder! You are three years older than the hero, and you are a real little brother!"

Hearing the fresh title of little brother, Jiang Meng suddenly gained strength, and walked several steps in a majestic manner.

After finally carrying Yan Xiaozhu back to the thatched hut, Jiang Meng's mind relaxed, and she fell to the ground with a slip of her hand.

With a "plop", the back of Yan Xiao's head hit the ground firmly, and the unconscious person groaned in pain, and there was no more movement.

Jiang Meng was frightened out of his wits. He hurriedly stretched out his fingers to detect the other party's breathing, and he was relieved until he made sure that the other party was not dead. He patted his chest with his hand: "Uh...you scared me to death..."

The situation was urgent just now, and Jiang Meng didn't notice Yan Xiao's appearance, but now the third prince was lying on his back on the ground, and he found that the other party was extremely handsome.

The long black hair was tied in an exquisite crown, the white and tender skin was like a jade carving, the eyes were tightly closed, but the eyebrows were twisted together, and the eyelashes trembled from time to time.

He is obviously a little kid with a steamed bun face, but Yan Xiao still has an expression of worrying about the country and the people in his coma, which is not pleasing at all.

Jiang Meng lowered her head to look at her skinny self, thinking that when she gained weight, she would be cuter than Yan Xiao.