Has Marquis Anping been beaten today?

"How is it? What's the matter?"

Xie Fan surrounded the bed, asking Chen Wuji uninterruptedly.

Chen Wuji was originally angry because the porridge was overturned, but at first he reluctantly answered a few words for Qian's sake.However, Xie Wen was too nagging, he kept asking the same question over and over again, and he didn't bother to answer, so he simply closed his eyes, not seeing what he saw.

Chen Wuji made up his mind not to see, but Xie Fan didn't want to, he leaned forward and opened his eyelids with his hands, forcing him to look at him.

"..."

Chen Wuji was caught off guard by his movement and was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, the silver needle he just made in his hand almost pierced his face.

Chen Wuji took a deep breath, and finally couldn't bear it any longer, he slapped the table hard, causing the teapot on the table to fall to this side, and the tea in it splashed everywhere.

"Try to babble again!" When Chen Wuji's temper came up, even the Heavenly King and Lao Tzu could still scold him, his handsome face turned ferocious due to anger, he pointed at Xie Fan's nose, and said ferociously.

"I told you that everyone is fine and everything is fine. Didn't he just get hacked? As for what? Before Jing Wang was burned like that in order to save you, I didn't see him make a sound, and I didn't see you intervene in such a way. He Shen Qinghe Anyway, he is a big man, and it is not made of jade, so it will break when touched?"

"I've told you three times that Shen Qinghe is fine! Although the injury on his back looks scary, it is only a flesh wound, not a muscle or bone injury. Although I told him His body is weak, but he is also a practitioner, and he has spiritual power to protect his body. It is normal for such a little flesh injury and a little fever. Why should you be nervous."

Chen Wuji paused, pointed to Ye Tinglan who was coughing so much that she wished to cough up her lungs in the opposite room, and said with a sullen face, "Listen, that's serious! I was stabbed by a thief. Although the cut was small, it was still serious." Enough for this little girl."

"How is it? Is there anything else you want to ask?" Chen Wuji rattled, and finally said that he was tired, so he simply put down the silver needle in his hand, crossed his arms, and looked at Xie Fan leisurely.There is a posture that Xie Fan will bring a jug of wine to chat with him if he is too long-winded.

"No...no more." Xie Fan's heart, which had been falling into the abyss for a long time, miraculously returned to its original position under Chen Wuji's scolding, and the breath that had been suffocated in the internal organs for a long time was finally relieved.

"If you don't, get out!" Chen Wuji's anger didn't subside so quickly, he gave him a blank look, and said in a rough voice, "If you are idle and bored, go to the kitchen and cook!"

"I've worked so hard all day and I still haven't been able to eat hot food!"

"Okay, okay!" Xie Fan didn't dare to offend the ancestor, nodded in agreement hastily, turned his head after three steps, stumbled and finally walked out, and walked to the kitchen in the dim light of the sky.

Although Ye Tinglan's family is not considered rich, they are not the generation of rope pivots, and they still have what they should have.

Xie A walked around the kitchen, only to realize that the sky was getting darker and darker, so he picked up the flint by the stove and lit the half-remained candle on the candlestick.The orange candle flames danced slowly, dispelling the darkness in the house very domineeringly, and defending their territory very forcefully.

Xie Yan carefully cleaned the rice, like a hard-working little daughter-in-law who worked tirelessly to cook rice, using all the ingredients in the kitchen, and cooked two dishes and one soup.

When the last three delicacies soup came out of the pot, Chen Wuji couldn't wait to rush in like a dog smelling the smell of meat.He hurried to the cupboard and took a bowl that was almost half the size of a washbasin, and filled five spoonfuls of rice under Xie Wan's astonished gaze. He wanted to hold the sixth spoonful, but was thanked. Ani stopped it aloud.

"Others won't eat it if you fill it any longer." Xie Fan said.

Chen Wuji was really hungry, so he didn't bother with him. He lay down on the stove, picked up half a piece of braised eggplant, and ate it voraciously, like someone who hasn't eaten in 800 years.

"Eat slowly." Xie Fan really couldn't bear to see him eating, and couldn't help reminding, "By the way, what about Miss Ye and his father? Can you send them over?"

"No need." Chen Wuji said vaguely with half a piece of vegetable in his mouth, "Old man Ye has already fallen asleep after drinking the medicine. As for Miss Ye, I gave her two steamed buns before, and she hasn't eaten yet." I vomited after a few mouthfuls, and I couldn’t even eat.”

Xie Fan was almost convinced at first, but when he caught a glimpse of Chen Wuji's hand stretching out into the steamer again, he was speechless, who would have thought that the dignified and well-known pharmacist would abandon his patient for a bite of food.

Xie Yan stared at the rice that had bottomed out, and then looked at Chen Wuji who was wiping his mouth with satisfaction, exhausted both mentally and physically, resigned to his fate and continued to light the fire to cook the porridge.

"By the way, Shen Qinghe is fine." The cannibal Chen Wuji originally went out and then turned back, and said to Xie Fan with his head hooked, and he did not forget to praise himself in his words, "Under my wonderful medical skills of rejuvenation, that The wound is slowly healing."

"That's right." As he said that, Chen Wuji took out a blue vase from his sleeve and threw it into Xie Wen's arms, "This is cream, put it on the wound, once in the morning and at night, it can speed up the healing of the wound and remove the scar .”

"Even if it's your reward for this meal." Chen Wuji shook his hair arrogantly with an uncle's attitude, glanced at him and thanked him, and said casually, "Now there are a total of three patients here, and I am one. Human energy is limited.”

"I'll be here with you." Xie Yan put away the cream, and accepted Chen Wuji's words in a very polite manner, his eyebrows and eyes slightly curved, "I'll help you, and cook a meal by the way."

Chen Wuji, who had achieved his goal, was suddenly overjoyed, but his face was tense, he politely cupped his hands, and said gratefully: "Then thank you for your trouble."

Not long after Chen Wuji left, Xie Fan's porridge was finally cooked, he divided it into three bowls and put it on a beech wood tray and carefully served it out.

As Chen Wuji said, Father Ye had already rested, but Ye Tinglan hadn't. She wandered around the room, not knowing what to do, her mottled figure stretched by the candlelight and reflected on the door screen.

Xie Yan stopped, reached out and knocked on the door, and said in a low voice, "Miss Ye."

"What's wrong?" The answer to Xie Fan was a violent cough first, and finally Ye Tinglan's weak voice.

"Get up and have some porridge." Xie Fan said, "The freshly cooked vegetable porridge."

"Master Hou?" Ye Tinglan was stunned, and asked uncertainly.

"It's me." Xie Yan replied.

Ye Tinglan didn't answer right away, the rustling sound came to Xie Fan's ears clearly through the crack of the door.

"Miss Ye is not feeling well, so you don't need to be polite." Xie Fan guessed that Ye Tinglan must be in a hurry to come out, so she hurriedly stopped her, "Is it convenient for Miss Ye now? If it is convenient, I will come in."

"Fang...it's convenient." Ye Tinglan, who had just walked to the door, pulled her shoes back to the bed and lay down again.

Xie Fan just pushed the door open and entered, seeing Ye Tinglan's pale complexion and the thick bandages wrapped around her arms, she couldn't help being a little surprised why the thief sneaked into Ye's house, there were two men, Chen Wuji and Shen Qinghe, here. The thief is also blind.

The incident had already happened, Xie Fan didn't want to expose the scars anymore, so he put down the porridge, comforted him a few words and left.

Ye Tinglan didn't come back to her senses until the door was closed again, she scratched her hair annoyedly, stared at the steaming bowl of porridge on the table and fell into thought, her eyes gradually stained with joy.

Xie Yan accompanied Shen Qinghe to finish the porridge, patiently put away the bowl, and when he was about to leave, he remembered the cream Chen Wuji gave him, put down the tray again, and said to Shen Qinghe: "Qinghe, you go to bed first. Come on, I'll give you some medicine."

"Apply medicine?" Shen Qinghe turned her head to look at the freshly wrapped bandage, and shook her head, "Let's forget it, anyway, the injury is not serious, and it will be healed in three or two days."

"No!" Xie Yan refused resolutely, "The medicine heals quickly, so you don't have to worry about any trouble when I'm here."

Shen Qinghe saw that she couldn't hold back Xie Fan, so she could only take off her shirt and lay down on the bed again.

Xie Ming sat on the edge of the bed, carefully unwrapped the bandage, the wound has been cleaned up, much better than when we first met.

"By the way, Qinghe, how did you get hurt?" Xie Fan asked while applying the medicine, carefully recalling the previous experience in his mind. He kept Shen Qinghe behind him, so it was impossible for him to be injured.

"It was for saving Miss Ye." Shen Qinghe buried her face in the quilt rather ashamedly, and said sullenly, "The thief is cunning, he thought he had passed out, but he jumped up suddenly and couldn't escape."

"I shouldn't have left you here alone." Xie Fan blamed himself, and again picked up the plaster with his fingertips and applied it to his wound.

Shen Qinghe looked thin and weak on the outside, but she didn't feel it when she took off her clothes.The upper body is white and strong, and the two shoulder blades on the back are high and protruding, forming a deep valley with the winding spine.The candlelight gently traced this beautiful and smooth line, and finally stayed on the slightly sunken hill unwillingly, converging into a halo, looking at a more distant place through the underwear.

Although Xie Yan has been paying attention to the strength of his hands, his fingertips are covered with thin calluses, which inevitably leave circles of red marks on the white jade-like skin. The more he looks at it, the more he feels his eyes burning, his cheeks are a little hot, and his eyes are wandering around.

"Has the medicine been applied?" Shen Qinghe, who hadn't seen Xie Fan for a long time and had a next move, asked tentatively, trying to get up.

"No...no!" Xie Fan came back to his senses, stumbled and said, "It's... just a little bit, don't, don't move around."

"What's wrong with you?" Sensing that something was wrong with Xie Fan, Shen Qinghe frowned.

"It's okay!" Xie Yan raised his tone with a guilty conscience, pretending to be relaxed, "I'm just a little embarrassed, you are delicate and tender, and I don't care how serious I am, it will make your back red."

"It's not like the second brother."

Xie Yan's voice stopped abruptly, and he suddenly thought of Jiang Jingyun who was still in the inn.

"Big Brother? What's wrong with Big Brother?"

Xie An was struck by lightning immediately, his expression was dull, and he didn't respond.

"Yo! It's past time, why aren't you sleeping?" Chen Wuji, who happened to be back from a walk to eat, passed by the door and looked at the two in surprise.

"It's... passed the time?" Xie Fan's eyes widened in disbelief, "Isn't it just dawn? How could the time pass?"

"Xie Hou really knows how to joke." Chen Wuji pointed at the dark sky and the stars dotted with a fake smile, "It's getting late, Xie Hou should rest."

Xie Yan couldn't sit still any longer, he dragged his shoes and rushed out.

The author has something to say:

When your partner forgets your birthday.

Xie Yan: This... depends on the reason... I dare not answer indiscriminately, for fear that the downstairs will beat me.

Jiang Jingyun: Please refer to the following.

Thank you: Can you forget this?Kill it and throw it away, replace it with another one.And, uncle!Wait for me, I'll celebrate your birthday!

Shen Qinghe: Just forget it, I don't like it anyway.

Chen Wuji: I'm sorry, I don't have a date, I feel like I'm gone in this life.

Gu Xingzhi: Forgot?Then ask me if the truckload of bread people agree.