[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Ding Nvxia, the wife of the Zuo envoy

After being left by Yang Erqi, Ding Minjun ran to a field of wild grass, picked up a branch and hacked at the grass half a person's height, and then cursed the man for his ignorance, and then he disappeared. Some gas.She threw away the branch in her hand that had been broken by her inner strength, tidied up the somewhat messy dress, and went back to the house to take care of Shen Yue who was still awake.

It was also a coincidence that she went back. Although the child hadn't completely woken up, he had already regained some consciousness, and was half asleep, half awake, asking for water with a hoarse voice.

Ding Minjun hurried in, poured a cup of warm water to the side of the bed, carefully helped him up and leaned against his arms, and put the teacup against his lips to feed him a little bit of water.After drinking the water, Shen Yue seemed to have fallen asleep again. She put the teacup back on the table, but suddenly got a jolt, remembering that the porridge she had cooked just now was still on the stove!

"Oops!"

It won't boil dry, will it? !

She didn't care about anything else, she picked up the corner of her skirt and ran to the kitchen, only to find that she didn't smell any burnt smell, and Yang Er was no longer there.She couldn't tell what mood she was in, but she only glanced intently, and saw a brown earthen jar on the stove, steaming, filled with cooked porridge, and the porridge pot had been washed clean.

She pursed her lips, feeling a little complicated in her heart.

Apart from her, Yang Er is the only one here, so you don't need to guess who did it.From the first time she met him, she had the feeling that "this person is probably the kind of scholar who abides by the rules of 'a gentleman stays away from the cook'". Although he is strong in martial arts, he is quite different from other people in the world. , rather than playing sticks and guns, his hands seem more suitable for grasping knives and pens, or playing the piano and flute.

However, with such hands, they would also be able to manage housework.

...Although it seems very unskilled.

She sharply saw the stove that was messed up with water stains, and couldn't help laughing.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and said to herself in her heart: Forget it, for the sake of his helping to cook the porridge, please forgive him this time.

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Not long after bringing the porridge to Yang Er's room, Shen Yue finally woke up.Maybe it was because he had been in a coma for a long time, or maybe he was still young, but he still didn't seem to understand the current situation. The first reaction after waking up was to subconsciously look around to find his parents.Hearing the call that no one would answer, Ding Minjun felt a little sore in his heart, walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, held his waving little hand, and said to him as softly as possible: "You're awake."

The child was startled for a moment, and the originally dazed eyes gradually cleared up. He stared at her blankly and murmured: "You, you are..." While asking, he still refused to give up and searched around with his eyes. Struggling with small arms and legs trying to get up.

Ding Minjun helped him to sit up, and after briefly explaining the ins and outs, he said to him: "My surname is Ding, and there is another person here, but he has gone to the city to fetch medicine for you. When he comes back, you can Call him Uncle Yang." After a pause, she tried to induce him to talk: "By the way, your name is Yue Er, right?"

The child nodded obediently. After realizing that it was impossible to find his parents here, his eyes gradually dimmed. After calling her "Aunt Ding" in a subtle way, he refused to speak again. No matter how she spoke to him, He just shook his head or nodded, hugged his knees and stared blankly at the tips of his toes, and didn't speak again.

Ding Minjun sighed, seeing the porridge that was still hot, his eyes lit up slightly, he filled a bowl and took it to the bedside, picked up a spoon under his nose and stirred it lightly, coaxing: "Yue'er, You have been sick all night and just woke up, you must be very hungry, can Aunt Ding feed you porridge?"

Shen Yue shook his head when he heard it, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, Aunt Ding, Yue'er is not hungry." He still curled himself into a small ball and curled up on the head of the bed.

Maybe it's because he's still sick, or because of a sudden change in his family, the young child seems to have been drained of energy, showing a sort of shocking lovelessness.However, for a child who was only five or six years old, his premature intelligence made him realize clearly what a broken family meant. From then on, the Shen family in the Central Plains no longer existed in this vast world.

Ding Minjun had no choice but to worry about him, but Yang Er came back early as he said.Seeing him coming in, she didn't care about the quarrel with him before, she quickly got up and put the porridge bowl on the table, dragged him to the outside room, leaned over and explained to him in a low voice After talking about Shen Yue's situation, he frowned and asked him if there was anything he could do.

Yang Er looked down at the top of her hair, and there seemed to be a looming cold sandalwood fragrance lingering at the tip of her nose.Ding Minjun waited for quite a while, and saw that he didn't know what he was thinking, so he slapped his arm with some reproach, and called him: "Speak!" Kind of intimate.

Yang Er was very useful, he handed over the medicine bag in his hand and asked her to fry a pair first, said in his mouth: "Leave this to me." Then he walked in.

Seeing that he seemed to have made up his mind, Ding Minjun was a little curious and wanted to see how he would solve the child, so he followed carefully and listened to the situation inside through the curtain.

Yang Er sat down on the stool beside the bed, looked at the little ball hugging him tightly on the bed, and asked lightly: "How is your body?"

The child with his head buried in his arms suddenly heard a strange man's voice from beside him. After a moment of daze, he slowly raised his head, looked at him hesitantly and asked, "Uncle Yang?"

Yang Er raised his eyebrows slightly after hearing his address, but did not deny it.

Even though he was tired even speaking, the good tutor still reminded Shen Yue to respond to others' concern in time: "Yue'er is fine, thank you, Uncle Yang..."

Yang Er did not patiently persuade him to drink porridge like Ding Minjun, but suddenly talked about the rumors he heard when he went to the city today: "I heard that the 'King of Kyushu' Shen Tianjun was killed by his enemies half a month ago, and the whole family of Shen was killed by his family." However, I do know that he still has an only son who survived but disappeared, what do you think about this matter, Yue Er?"

His tone was extremely flat, as if he was just mentioning it casually, but Shen Yue who was facing him trembled all over his body, as if he had sensed a dangerous little beast, he shrank towards the corner of the wall suddenly, his pupils trembling violently.

He understood that the man in front of him who inexplicably made him feel great pressure already knew his details.Big drops of cold sweat dripped from his forehead, he clenched his fists involuntarily, his nails dug deep into the flesh of his palm, as if his throat was being choked, and he asked in a trembling voice: "You, also want to be like, that Bad guy, same, kill me, Uncle Yang?"