[Quick Transit] After flirting with the sickly boss

Went to the inn to open a room, ordered hot water and digestible snacks, Yao Xing went to the pharmacy to get medicine, Luo He took care of the child alone in the room.

He brushed aside the child's messy hair, only to find that the child had a pretty face.

A pair of red phoenix eyes, thin lips, skin as white as snow, but too thin, and a somewhat unhealthy red complexion, which is the result of medicine. You can imagine what a lovely doll it will be after being raised.

It also feels a little familiar.

But his love radar doesn't work for minors, and he has to ask the system later.

Luo He gave up those messy thoughts, touched the bones, and found that the child was also eleven or twelve years old, but with thin arms and legs, he was about seven or eight years old.

He felt pity in his heart, the child's body was stiff after being frozen for so long, now it has warmed up a little due to the warm jade and the cloak, but it is still like a wooden stick.

Luo He twisted the veil with hot water, wiped the melted water on his arms and legs, and then gave him a massage.

Pressing and pressing, the people under him suddenly moved, opened their foggy eyes, and looked straight at Luo He.

Seeing that Luo He was a little frightened, his hands were still moving.

"Does it hurt you? I'm giving you a massage. Your body is freezing now. Just say it hurts. I'll take it easy."

Yao Xing came back with a bowl of medicine, followed by Xiao Er who brought porridge and broth.

As soon as these two things came up, the silent child in his arms immediately turned his eyes to the food, and his eyes were full of longing.

"Wake up." Yao Xing always smiled, "Don't press it, feed him something, drink the medicine, wait a minute, the medicine soup will be fine."

"Brother Yao, why doesn't he speak?"

"Don't you have ice in your mouth?"

Yao Xing came forward and wanted to pinch the child's chin to check, but the child dodged in disgust, buried his face in Luo He's arms, tightly clutched the clothes on Luo He's chest with both hands, trembling in fear.

Luo He patted him on the back and coaxed him softly, "Hey, come on, open your mouth and let senior brother check."

Under his coaxing, the child slowly raised his head, with a look of confusion, Luo He pretended to open his mouth by himself, the child froze for a moment, and then slowly opened his mouth.

Yao Xing took the opportunity to check and found that there was no problem, but the problem probably did not come from other places.

He asked the child, "Do you remember your name?"

The child stared straight at Luo He, ignoring Yao Xing.

Yao Xing was helpless: "My charm doesn't work anymore, Xiao He Miao, you can ask him."

Luo He repeated it again.

The child reacted now, and followed Luo He and said, "What is it called..."

Luo He understood, and asked again: "How old are you this year?"

The child followed suit: "How old are you..."

Yao Xing made a preliminary conclusion, "I guess he lost his memory. Feed him first, don't faint from hunger."

Luo He saw that the child clearly wanted to eat, but he only took one look and then stared at him. For a moment, he felt like a mother chicken with a child, and her heart softened into a puddle of water.

He touched the child's head, and the child's eyes lit up, and he took the initiative to slowly rub against his palm.

Luo He didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What a good boy, I'll cure you after eating, and you'll be fine."

The child can't eat by himself, and now he can't lift his hand and can't eat by himself.

Yao Xing was watching the naughty junior brother who was always naughty and fed the child with a spoon like raising a baby. After two mouthfuls of porridge, he fed half a cup of salt water at a suitable temperature, taking good care of the child.

Half a bowl of porridge and half a bowl of minced meat soup, the child ate everything and wanted it even after eating, but seeing that there was nothing in the bowl, he obediently nestled back into Luo He's arms.

Yaoxing handed over the medicine, the medicine was bitter, Luo He asked the child to drink it slowly, otherwise it would be more bitter, the child drank until his brows were wrinkled, but because Luo He was feeding it, he obediently finished it.

After the medicinal soup was boiled, it was poured into a large bathtub, and two waiters carried it up, and it had to wait for a while before soaking in it.

Yao Xing checked the child again, making sure that there is nothing wrong with his body, but he has lost all previous memories, like a newborn baby, who doesn't even understand the meaning of what they say, only some of the most instinctive things.

Luo He found a finger-sized variegated jade pendant from his pocket, with the words Shen Hongxuan engraved on it.

Yao Xing did not invite Shen Hongxuan to see him, and told Luo He to wash Shen Hongxuan from head to toe when he was soaking in the medicinal soup, and then went to the City Lord's Mansion to find Luo Qingshan.

When the medicinal soup was hot but could go down, Luo He let Shen Hongxuan down, who was naked.

Shen Hongxuan is really dirty, his hair is knotted, and his whole body is dark, but his face should be clean.

The medicinal soup had to be soaked for an hour, and after half an hour, Luo He began to wash Shen Hongxuan.

After washing for half an hour, someone came to carry away the medicine soup, and brought a bucket of hot water to wash Shen Hongxuan, who was covered in the smell of medicine, again, and then washed it clean with flower soap.

Shen Hongxuan, who was washed clean, was wearing an inner coat and wrapped it in a brocade quilt, tightly holding the piece of warm jade that Luo He gave him in his hand, and his black eyes were still staring at Luo He.

Luo He didn't panic after being stared at too much, he just treated him as a baby bird, after all, he was the first person he saw and saved him again.

Luo He trimmed Shen Hongxuan's hair with scissors, the messy hair no longer covered half of his face, and his small face was rather serious, yet a bit ignorant.

After washing, Shen Hongxuan was white and tender, not at all like a farm boy.

There is also the variegated jade plaque. Although it is of average quality, the farmer does not know how to make this kind of thing. It should be a well-to-do family in the village, such as a village official.

Luo He wanted to give Shen Hongxuan a blower with all his spiritual power in a cool way, but he is an ice type, and the wind blowing out with ice shards could freeze Shen Hongxuan on the spot.

Based on Shen Hongxuan's health considerations, Luo He regretfully gave up this cool idea.

After drying Shen Hongxuan's hair, Luohe taught Shen Hongxuan how to speak.

He pointed to himself and said, "Luohe. I'm Luohe, do you know?"

Shen Hongxuan looked at him with dark eyes: "Did you...?"

Luo He almost laughed out loud, and changed the teaching method, "Luo He."

Shen Hongxuan followed quickly: "Luo He."

His speech was a bit sluggish at first, but gradually he became better, speaking like ordinary people, and his learning ability was no problem.

After learning "Luohe", Luohe taught him "Shen Hongxuan". He read a few sentences after that, but he sang against Luohe.

Luo He said, "You are Shen Hongxuan."

Shen Hongxuan said, "Luo He."

Luo He responded, "I'm here."

Shen Hongxuan, who was wrapped into a big rice dumpling and couldn't move, rubbed against him, "Luo He."

"Luohe Luohe Luohe."

Luo He hugged him into his arms, "Yes, yes, why are you so clingy, you little clingy."

Shen Hongxuan didn't understand what this meant, he stared blankly at Luo He, and called again, "Luo He."

Luo He was emptied by his cute blood, and simply lay down on the bed holding the white and tender big zongzi, "I will teach you later, let's sleep now and wait for the brothers to come back."

He covered Shen Hongxuan's eyes with his palm.

Due to the problem of spiritual power, his body was not hot, and even a little cold. There were thin calluses on his hands, and when they brushed against Shen Hongxuan's temples, it was a little itchy.

Shen Hongxuan obediently closed his eyes, and rubbed a little on the slightly cool palm of the young boy, feeling completely satisfied in his heart.

This is Luohe.

It was still dark in front of his eyes, and his palms were a little cold, but what he thought of was not the damp cold of being locked up in the basement that would crack his bones, and the despair of having nothing but waiting to die in the darkness.

He thought of when Luo He had just finished making the medicinal soup, Luo He hugged him, and his face was lightly pressed against Luo He's cheeks, soft and slightly cool, but it made him suddenly feel like he had fallen into a stove, hot I have to sweat a little.

It's Luohe.

Only Luohe can do it, he doesn't want to get close to other people.

In the comfort of this slightly cool palm and the vague feeling of being held in Luo He's arms through the brocade quilt, Shen Hongxuan's breathing gradually calmed down, and he fell into a peaceful sleep.

Luo He is also a master who sleeps when he says he sleeps.

In his opinion, no matter what the cultivators do, they are a group of people who take their livers seriously, and they know krypton krypton every day.

Luo Qingshan practiced a furnace of high-grade pills, and could stay in the alchemy room without sleep for a month. The alchemists were all masters of kryptonism. Master Luo Qingshan practiced a batch of top-grade pills, and he did not sleep for a whole year.

This alchemy furnace might blow up at the last moment. This kind of heartache is like downloading the video card at 90.00% and then telling you that the cache failed to start from scratch.

This is also the reason why Luo He feels that Luo Qingshan has a good mentality, not everyone can bear this.

If it was Luo He, Luo He would be so angry that he would blow up the alchemy room.

His master seldom sleeps. When he is not traveling, he watches him practice sword on the top of the mountain, and he can wake up at twelve o'clock a day.

Luohe can't.

He still sleeps, but the sleep time is much less than before, about three hours a day, and he can't sleep when the master is staring at him, he has to meditate before going to sleep.

But no matter what, he stubbornly maintained a normal person's routine.

When Luo Qingshan and Yao Xing came back, they saw two teenagers who were sleeping soundly.

Luo Qingshan clearly saw Luo He's eyelashes twitching, and felt amused, his little junior was really different from the children of the same age who pretended to be mature, and he was straightforward.

Luo He is a swordsman, and his vigilance was trained in fighting. He was afraid that he would wake up when they were still going up the stairs, so he pretended to be asleep and didn't want to get up.

Luo Qingshan didn't bother him either, and chatted with Yao Xing in a low voice at the table.

The matter of the village belongs to the city supervisor, what kind of investigation and results are to be considered by the city owner. It has nothing to do with them. Yao Xing also told the city owner about the situation of saving the child.

They found the child's name on the household registration. He was the only son of a small village official in the village. He had no relatives and could not find anyone to trust him to.

Luo Qingshan said: "I told the city lord to let us recuperate for a while, but it's still a problem if we don't go back later."

I went back, and the future of this child can be imagined.

I won't go back, but Qing Yunzong's sect requires at least qualified people to pass. This child is already eleven or twelve years old. If he has talent, he would have been recruited by the sect as early as five years old.

Yao Xing said: "Saving him is a help, we have to go to the Danyang meeting, there is no need to bring this burden."