[Sword Three] Dongdu Wolf's Stupidity

After Li Tieqin said goodbye to Ye Ying, after packing his luggage, he took out a fragment of the "Moxibustion and Acupuncture Sutra in the Pillow" from under the bed and sent it to Ye Buxiu's room.

Unexpectedly, he bumped into Ye Buxiu on the way, Li Tieqin glanced at Ye Buxiu, silently handed the fragment of the "Pillow Moxibustion Sutra" to Ye Buxiu, and said straight to the point.

"Both Chen Hao and I know that your heart is constricted. Tonight, we thought of a way to let you be honest. See you at the end of the bridge later! This fragmented scroll is given to you by Chen Hao, and there are some things in your mind. Inside, although there are rubbings and fragments, Feng Lian will definitely love it if he gets it."

Ye Buxiu took over the yellowed and shabby scroll: "Why did Chen Hao help me? Obviously, I don't have much contact with him, and he also knows that I don't get along well with him."

"I don't know what that man is thinking, maybe he meddles too much, get used to it!"

As soon as Li Tieqin finished speaking, he turned and left, leaving Ye Buxiu holding the dilapidated pages of the book for a while, speechless.

Although the fragmented scroll was not handwritten by Hua Tuo himself, and it was not complete, Li Tieqin found this rubbings after searching for a long time. It was a pity that Li Tieqin had gradually realized that Feng Lian liked him when he found it.

And this fragmented scroll was hidden again and again according to Feng Lian's liking, until today he was able to borrow someone else's hand to deliver it to Feng Lian.

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The darkness of the night gradually enveloped the surroundings of the Cangjian Villa, and the gentle breeze from the side of the Broken Bridge caused ripples, enveloping Li Tieqin to come down to the Broken Bridge, standing quietly on the bluestone arch bridge. Looking at the ink-stained West Lake in the middle of the night, he sighed softly.

I don't know how long I've been waiting on this broken bridge, the other end of the broken bridge suddenly sounded 'chi, chi, chi', and Feng Lian turned his head under the sparks that were continuously ejected from the bamboo tube that was higher than it seemed to be surrounded by a love heart. , as if still standing.

Feng Lian seemed to be expecting something in his heart, and walked step by step like the firework surrounded by love, until he saw the face clearly. He paused, and just about to turn his head to leave, Ye Buxiu hurried forward and forced the person It was pulled into the fireworks.

"Sealed."

Feng Lian sighed impatiently, and said, "Why do you do these useless things?"

"The first time I saw you, you were treating people in Luodao. There was no medical hut, but a small stall. At that time, I was poisoned, my face was covered with thick paste and blisters, and I passed out. In the forest, it was you who collected the herbs on the mountain and rescued me. I remember that your body was not as strong as it is now, you carried me on your back, staggered step by step, and insisted on dragging me, a half-dead person, down the mountain..."

This story was recalled back then, and it was also a year before Feng Lian was about to meet Li Tieqin. In the small place of Luodao, Feng Lian's brows hadn't lost the childishness of a boy, but that face still looked as gentle and beautiful as it is now.

And Feng Lian, who had rescued him at that time, spent money to buy a dilapidated thatched cottage in Luodao that day. Not to mention no windows, even the roof had two or three big holes...

But Feng Lian had no choice. No one in the villagers at that time would rather accept such a scary-looking person with unknown origins. A seriously injured foreigner like Ye Buxiu meant unpredictable things to the villagers of Luodao. disaster...

"Who are you?" Ye Buxiu's first words when he woke up in a daze.

Feng Lian paused the hand holding the ointment, looked at the man in front of him, smiled faintly and said, "Save your living Bodhisattva."

The cold ointment was applied to his face, and the sores on his face were blotted out by Feng Lian and the silver needles earlier, but the appearance of the person was still unclear, and it was not even much better than before.

Ye Buxiu closed his eyes with a headache: "Why do you want to save me? Are you not afraid that I will harm you?"

"There is no reason for a doctor to refuse to save you. Since I have met you, I must save your life."

Ye Buxiu remembered that even though the person said that he was swearing at that time, he was more or less full of doubts about the so-called kind person in front of him, after all, there are so many good people in the rivers and lakes.

And at that time, he didn't know that Feng Lian was the doctor of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, he only thought that Feng Lian might be an outlaw who would play tricks after he was cured.

"Get up first and drink the decoction. This decoction can alleviate the toxins in your body. It may take some time for me to make the cure."

Ye Buxiu resisted when the hot soup was held in front of him by those knuckle fingers. He opened his eyes, but the tightly wrapped face did not cover his frowning brows. Feng Lian looked at it. Ye Buxiu looked at the pitch-black soup in front of him again, and suddenly became happy.

"You are a big man, you are afraid of hardship, aren't you?!"

"I don't want to drink." Ye Buxiu's tone was very cold and indifferent, with a little defense in his eyes.

But at that time, Feng Lian was still unable to observe words and expressions, so he sat down beside Ye Buxiu with the medicine bowl in his hand: "It's not like a child of seven or eight years old, who would be awkward even after drinking some medicine, I tell you, don't force me I'll stab you with a needle! I have to repair the roof windows in a while! Drink up the medicine!"

"Don't drink."

Feng Lian is not a person who just talks. He put the medicine bowl in cold water, then picked up the needle and roasted it on the fire. After piercing Ye Buxiu's acupoints, his thin lips parted slightly and he couldn't move. Feng Liancai picked up the medicine bowl in water and opened Ye Buxiu's mouth and began to feed the medicine.

This doctor is too rude!After Ye Buxiu forcibly drank the soup, both his clothes and the bandage on his chin were stained with brown stains, Feng Lian glanced at Ye Buxiu coldly, and said seriously.

"Drink your medicine obediently from now on! I've been very busy all day, I'm disobedient, I have some things to make you obedient! Remember! Since you are my patient, you have no right to quarrel with me before you recover!"

After finishing speaking, Feng Lian raised his hand to pull out the silver needles imprisoning Ye Buxiu's body, wiped his body with a brocade handkerchief, and then turned and left with the medicine bowl.

Ye Buxiu can be sure that he has never been so embarrassed when he is sober in his life. Even if he is poisoned, he still kills all the villains surrounding him.

It's like now, being bullied by an ordinary doctor who doesn't know what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd!

"Here, these are clean clothes. You change them first, and get a good night's sleep. You can't be so self-willed after taking medicine later. I can't find so many clean clothes to change for you."

Ye Buxiu took the clothes and took a good look at Feng Lian's face for the first time.

His eyebrows looked a bit like a woman's, and his white and tender skin seemed to be in line with his identity. The gentle smile on his face was something he would never forget in his life.