When Wang Ye picked up the future brain master

It was already deep winter, and the snow fell heavily on the ground, and Willow City had turned into a white world, but the poplar birch trees brought in from foreign countries still sprouted green buds.

A faint ray of morning light penetrated the heavy snow and shone on the snow, giving off a faint light.

Looking around the city, there are not necessarily people walking around.Everything is still quietly waiting for something.

A wooden door creaked open, and an old man dressed in commoner poked his head out, looked at the heavy snow, and sighed.After coming out to look around for a while, he raised his hand and knocked on the door next door: "Li family's eldest sister, eldest sister..."

After a while, the door opened, and an old woman with gray hair came out, holding a bamboo basket in her hand, and the old man reached out to take it: "Oh, it's snowing so much. Brother, are you going there today?" ?”

The old man nodded, and closed the door of his house with a basket in his hand: "It's snowing a little bit today, my old man's legs are still strong, I'll go and give it to Mr. Ye."

"There's been too much turmoil in the city recently, and the outside of the city probably won't be much better. Old brother, be careful!"

The old man waved his hand.

Outside the city, the snow fell even more heavily.There is a bamboo forest a few miles outside the city. In the bamboo forest are two small wooden houses covered with this year's new thatch.

The bamboo door of the hut was opened from the inside, and there was the sound of wood being ground on the ground. A young man with draped hair and a white coat turned the wheelchair under him with both hands, and came outside the door.

He doesn't look very old, with a pair of black pupils as bright as stars, a small face, pale skin, thin lips, thin eyebrows, and a thin body. His white clothes make him look a bit otherworldly.

He looked up at the fluttering snowflakes, and took a deep breath. The cold morning air carried the smell of snow, and it passed through his throat coolly, and he exhaled softly, which was extremely comfortable.

The wooden wheels of the wheelchair rolled on the muddy ground that had been covered with a layer of snow. He turned the wheels of the wheelchair and walked out of the bamboo forest along a small path.

Uncle Yang, who said he was coming to deliver things yesterday, hadn't arrived yet, but he was waiting quietly at the exit of the bamboo forest, his eyes fixed on the city wall in the distance.The snowflakes fell on his head, stayed silently for a while, and melted quietly.

As if he was used to waiting like this.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from the west side of the bamboo forest. He listened carefully for a while, and there was someone.

He turned the wheelchair and saw some clumps of jasmine in the bamboo forest, but now only dead branches remained.And just under the cover of the dead branches, an arm was exposed.

It looks like they should be wearing soldiers' clothes. Beichen's army is very distinctive. They are all made of bright red base cloth and armor painted with red paint.And they will put a little cinnabar on the wrists of the soldiers, because during the war in the previous dynasty, the uniforms of the enemy army and the soldiers of Beichen were similar. The general proposed this method to the first emperor, and it has been used to this day.

The wheelchair tripped over a rock, and the little boy almost fell off.He slowly moved over and saw the whole person.

He was a rather handsome man, but at this time his face had a lot of injuries, and the clothes on his body were also in tatters. I don't know why he was injured, and why he was here.

"Ah, Mr. Ye, what are you doing? Why didn't you even take an umbrella?" Someone exclaimed from the direction of the exit, and Ye Qianqiu turned his head: "Uncle Yang, come and help me!"

Uncle Yang, who came to deliver the food, hurried over and was surprised when he saw the people on the ground: "Why are there soldiers here? It looks like he's seriously injured! Come on, I'll get him into the house first, and you follow me, Don't fall!"

Uncle Yang moved the soldiers into the cabin, and Ye Qianqiu came in after them, and put the food box that Uncle Yang had just given him on a small bamboo table.

"I put him on your bed, Mr. Ye." Uncle Yang put the soldier on the only small wooden bed in the room. Ye Qianqiu agreed, moved to the side of the bed, and tried his best to put the medicine in the small cabinet at the end of the bed. He took out the box and handed it to Uncle Yang who was waiting on the side.

Uncle Yang rummaged through the small box, Ye Qianqiu moved to the bedside, took off the dirty clothes on the soldier and threw them aside.It was found that in addition to the visible wound on his face, there was a piercing wound on his waist. It seemed that he had been hit by an arrow. Judging by the open skin and flesh around the wound, the arrow was pulled out with brute force. He was not treated in time.

Uncle Yang took out the wound medicine, Ye Qianqiu quickly brought him a cloth towel.The two cooperated to apply medicine to the soldier, wipe his face and body clean, and Ye Qianqiu covered him with a quilt.

Judging by the proficiency of the movements of the two, it seems that they have done it many times.

"Uncle Yang, please sit down." Ye Qianqiu pointed to the small bamboo chair on the side.

Uncle Yang waved his hand: "I have to go back, there is still work to be done at home, Mr. Ye, the food here was prepared for two days, now there is one more person, it should not be enough, I will come tomorrow Send it to you."

"Thank you, then go back slowly." Ye Qianqiu sent Uncle Yang out the door, and after watching Uncle Yang leave, he returned to the hut.

There was a small stove in the middle of the hut, Ye Qianqiu went over to light the fire, and added two sticks of dry wood into it.Turning the wheelchair again, she came to the bed and looked at the person on the bed quietly.

After wiping it clean, it looks really nice.Young Master Ye thought calmly.

He just looked at it, with a small light in his eyes.

Using his hands to gently trace the person's eyebrows, nose, and even some thick lips, he tapped it twice, and the corners of Ye Qianqiu's mouth rose.

Very soft.

He opened the food box, and inside was a very simple food, steamed buns, side dishes that farmers usually eat, an egg, and a scrambled egg with bacon that is not usually available.

The food was not very hot anymore, so he didn't care. He brought out some small dishes and put them on the bedside. He put some bacon in the steamed buns, and took a bite to see the sleeping soldiers.

Mu Yao smelled a fragrance in his drowsiness. He wanted to wake up, but his eyelids were too heavy.

Recalling that before, he and a group of soldiers were ordered to chase down a few enemy soldiers who came to sneak attack. After the pursuit was lost, some people among the soldiers who usually disliked him actually challenged him. When he got up, a man named Zhang Ping actually shot him with an arrow, beat him up together with other soldiers, and threw him under the soil slope not far from the bamboo forest.

It snowed heavily at night, in order to avoid the cold, he endured the pain and pulled out the arrow. He climbed all the way into the bamboo forest and hid in the dead wood. Only then did he lose energy and lose too much blood and passed out.

Her fingers moved, and what she touched was warm cloth.

Who should have saved him?

He opened his eyes, and it took him a long time to figure out where he was.

He opened his mouth, but made no sound.Trying to turn his stiff neck again, he saw a face with a mouth full of steamed buns.

Ye Qianqiu's mouth was full of steamed buns, so he met Mu Yao's eyes.

Ye Qianqiu couldn't hold back for a moment, the steamed buns in his mouth sprayed out, spraying Mu Yao's face.

Mu Yao didn't react for a while, and was taken aback for a moment.Ye Qianqiu hurriedly picked up the cloth towel he used before and wiped off his face, then changed to a clean cloth and wiped him gently a few times.

A cold fragrance penetrated into his nose, and Mu Yao became a little sober.He stretched out his hand to grab Ye Qianqiu's hand, and was about to force it, but suddenly pulled it to the wound, and let go of the pain.

Just as Ye Qianqiu withdrew his hand and went to cover him with the quilt again, Mu Yao noticed that the man's legs were disabled. When he moved his upper body, his legs didn't have any strength.

Seeing that Mu Yao was looking at his legs, Ye Qianqiu pursed his lips, took out the egg from the food box with some displeasure, and put it in Mu Yao's hand: "Here, my egg is for you to eat."

Mu Yao held his breath in his throat and almost suffocated himself to death.He took a deep breath and clenched the egg in his hand, the egg cracked a few times.

"...You saved me?" Mu Yao said hoarsely.

Ye Qianqiu opened his palm curiously, looked at it: "Yeah, I saw where you fell, so I dragged you back."

Mu Yao looked at his small body and sighed.He is so thin and weak, and he worked hard to save himself.He took a breath and sat up, and found that he was naked, and the injured part of his waist had been well bandaged.

Looking around, his clothes were thrown not far from the bed. He got out of bed and wanted to get the clothes. Ye Qianqiu took the initiative to take a steamed bun and ordered some food, and took a bite out of the place for him. As soon as Yao's feet hit the ground, he knew it was not good. As soon as the wound hurt, he leaned over and fell towards Ye Qianqiu.

Just as Ye Qianqiu took two bites of steamed buns, it felt wrong. Before he could raise his head, he was knocked down to the ground by Mu Yao, and his back was crushed by the wooden wheelchair.

very painful!he thought to himself.But his eyes were fixed on the steamed bun that was knocked to the ground.

It's a waste, I haven't eaten meat for a long time...