major general

The side courtyard is quiet. Compared with the bustling Jinlin City, there is less noise and a little more precipitation.There are villages near the outskirts, and many people come to the city to participate in the morning market.When passing by the side courtyard, the old lady in charge of shopping would stand by the door and watch, she knew which ones had beautiful fruits and vegetables, and she knew from the bottom of her heart.

In the past few days, there have been distinguished guests in the side courtyard, and the young master's personal servant said that this person should be served as the young master, so that everyone in the side courtyard is in danger, for fear that the service will not be good.

At the same time, they were all guessing, they said that the young master confessed to a certain young man generously in Jinlin, could it be that the young master brought him to have fun?

The old mama thought about it and shook her head. These things are beyond her control, so why bother talking to people outside.

Later, I have to talk about those little girls and boys with bad intentions. Don't think that the young master will lose his prestige if he doesn't come for a long time. Be careful not to know why if he is sold out by the young master.

Just thinking about it, a farmer outside carried a basket of ducklings.The group of little ducks quacked and quacked, all of them fluffy and yellow, and they were extremely cute.

The old mother was also itchy, and called the farmer to stop, squatted down and patted the duckling's head, and asked, "How much is one?"

"Auntie, it costs six cents a piece. The ducks are domesticated and have solid skin."

Liuwen is a bit expensive.

The old mama frowned and tried to shirk, but heard a low voice behind her, saying, "Buy it."

Fu Xiaoyu took out the money and bought all the ducklings in that basket, causing the farmer to rummage through his purse for money.

"keep the change."

After speaking, she carried the basket and walked into the house. Seeing the foolish look of the farmer, the old mother smiled and said, "If you have more money, I will buy your basket."

The farmer did the math, the basket was woven by the wife of the family, no matter what he did, he smiled from ear to ear, tightened his purse and thanked him with a smile, and walked back home amidst the crowd going to the morning market, walking briskly.

The old mother called people to bring fruits and vegetables to the door, saw Fu Xiaoyu teasing the ducklings, and said, "Master, just buy one or two if you like. If you buy so many, I'm afraid you won't be able to survive."

Fu Xiaoyu teased with the grass roots, and said: "There are no living things in the house. He lives in a boring way. Give him some fun. If he can't feed him, he will guard the farmer at the door every day. If there is one missing, he will buy one. Just don’t let him see it.”

"This..." before the old mama finished speaking, Fu Xiaoyu took the basket to see the nobleman living in the back of the yard, just like the farmer who just came home with the money bag to show his wife, walking brisk.

Wen Le has been a monkey who can't control his temper since he was a child. He didn't lose consciousness when he fell asleep at that time. He vaguely heard Miao Yuan say that he had to recuperate well, otherwise he would not be able to use martial arts due to his injured tendons.

Wen Le was afraid in his heart, so Fu Xiaoyu didn't need to say more, he just obediently drank the medicine and lay down obediently every day.

There was no one else in the yard, and I saw Ma Cheng come once in a while.Fu Xiaoyu took care of Wen Le in the suburbs, took the medicine prescribed by Miao Yuan to ask for leave, and hadn't gone to court for three consecutive days.

The emperor wanted to cultivate his own power, so he didn't strictly control the top leader of the Guozijian.On weekdays, he also asked for leave every three days, but this time he didn't take it seriously, so he could just ask for leave, anyway, he was busy returning to the Imperial College, so if he didn't jump around in front of him anyway, he just let him go.

Ma Cheng had to deal with other things, so he played with Wen Le for a while and then left.

Wen Le couldn't sit still when he had the right to get out of bed yesterday, even if he didn't do anything, he was happy to walk around the yard twice.

When people leave, the yard becomes quiet.Wen Le plucked Fu Xiaoyu's flowers out of boredom.

The cleaning maid in the outer courtyard saw Fu Xiaoyu's favorite lotus petal orchid being pulled by Wen Le, and almost fell.

Fu Xiaoyu spent a lot of effort in raising that flower.Money and time are wasted, and I only saw flowers bloom once this spring.

When the sound of quack came, Wen Le's eyes lit up, but he didn't move his body. Looking around, he saw Fu Xiaoyu coming in with a woven bamboo basket.

Wen Le leaned over and said, "Little duck!"

Wenle has been fond of living things since he was a child, and raised ponies, calves and lambs outside the Great Wall.His best friend is Lausanne, whose family grazes on the grassland, and often invites Wen Le to his house to play.In that circle of cattle and sheep, Wen Le also delivered lambs with Luosang's mother.The newborn lamb can't even stand up, and can only bleat.

After leaving the Great Wall, the old lady at home was afraid that he would think so, so she encloses a small piece of land for him in the outskirts, specially raising those small animals, such as rabbits and foxes. Occasionally a litter of small ones will be found, and some people will carry them to the mansion. Show it to Bunraku.

A circle of income is all wasted money, but Wen Le can't take his eyes off just looking at the little creature.

"Where did you buy it?"

Seeing that he liked it, Fu Xiaoyu caught a glimpse of the lotus petal orchid that had been pulled out from the ground from the corner of her eye. Without frowning, she lifted her robe and sat on the stone chair, and said, "The old mother bought it for you. I'm afraid you'll be bored. Let me bring it to you." play."

The old mother: "..." I can't bear to spend this money.

Wen Le used one hand to tease the little duck. He was wary of Fu Xiaoyu while lying on the bed a few days ago, but now he can face the other party's kindness calmly. Just one eye...you won't follow, at most, the resistance is weaker.

This is what Miao Yuan saw when he entered the yard.

Wen Le hugged the basket of ducklings to tease, Fu Xiaoyu held his chin and looked at him, the light in his eyes made people get goosebumps, thinking about food and clothing and thinking about Yin Gu's debts, it was true, that heartless ice cube I also know how to trick people.

With a light cough, Miao Yuan walked in.Bunraku consciously took off his coat, revealing most of his bare chest and smooth arms.

Fu Xiaoyu frowned slightly, and Miao Yuan who was at the side didn't dare to look around, and concentrated on changing Wenle's medicine.

Ordinary arrows don't scratch much, but the third prince seems to be using a special arrow.The arrow is in the shape of a triangular barb, and the wound left by the abrasion is larger and wider, and it is difficult to stop bleeding.

Comparing Wen Le's wound, Fu Xiaoyu drew the groove and mouth of the arrow.For several days, I stared at the drawn picture in a daze, as if I was thinking about something, but also seemed to have nothing.

When I first came back, the place was bloody and bloody, and I couldn't see the original appearance.After raising it for several days, it is finally showing a tendency to heal.The scabs formed were very neat and showed no signs of redness or inflammation.

Miao Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, how did he know that Fu Xiaoyu changed Wen Le's medicine several times a day in order to prevent Wen Le's arm from getting inflamed.

"It will be fine when the scab falls off naturally, and the recovery is very good."

Bun Le looked at the wound sideways, blinked, and said, "Is it normal to itch here?"

"Palindrome Major General's words, itching is growing flesh, just be patient and don't scratch it."

Wen Le nodded indifferently, but saw Fu Xiaoyu frowning and staring at his wound, as if he took Miao Yuan's words as an imperial decree, wishing someone could write it down and think about it before finishing.

The little duck quacked and quacked loudly, and the servant took the duck down to feed it.Wen Le also calmed down, went back to the house to lie down and recuperate, thinking about what to have for dinner.

Although the girl in Fu Xiaoyu's house is a bit clumsy, the kitchen skills are good, and simple meals can be cooked very delicious, which is very suitable for Bunle's taste.

Stuck on the dinner that was ordered, Wen Le sat up, his eyes were focused on the dishes, his arms were itchy and he stretched out his hands to scratch, forgetting Miao Yuan's instructions.

His nails hadn't been cut for a long time, and he scratched the scab, which made him gasp in pain.

Fu Xiaoyu put down the official duties brought by the Imperial College, grabbed his hand, saw the gauze oozing blood on his arm, and gave Wen Le a look.

Wen Le shrank, feeling that he saw the appearance of his ancestor in Fu Xiaoyu.

Severe, cold, merciless.

The wound was bandaged again, and Fu Xiaoyu had nothing to say this time.The surroundings were quietly waiting for the two of them to eat, Fu Xiaoyu was still talking about the affairs in the palace at noon today, but at night she played a temper, as if Qi Wenle didn't care about her body.

Wenle ate the ginseng chicken with one hand. The boiled chicken was tender and boneless, and the meat would come off with a sip of the tongue without the need for teeth.While eating, he looked at Fu Xiaoyu's face, feeling a little aggrieved.

He didn't scratch it on purpose, it was ordered at that time, who still remembers Miao Yuan's instructions.

After dinner, the girls packed up their things and went down.Wen Le climbed onto the bed and touched her belly, as if she was sure that the body she had cultivated would not turn into a fat man like Sun Yu'er because of eating and drinking during this period.

Just as he was thinking, his hand was held.

As soon as Wen Le looked up, he saw Fu Xiaoyu sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a small file in his hand.In this way, Bunraku's nails were smoothed and smoothed by the small file.

Fu Xiaoyu leaned sideways, the candlelight was dim, and he couldn't see his expression, only his side face, with a high nose bridge, revealing a full sky.No wonder the ancients said that the face is like a crown of jade, this man's face can really seduce the girls of Jinlin.

"Next time I see you scratching, I'll tie your hands up and see how you mess around."

Hearing what he said, Wen Le stared back: "I told you it wasn't intentional! With such a quick scratch, who knows, I got caught on myself. You think I want to, it hurts to scratch."

Wen Le probably didn't know it himself, the coquettish meaning in his words was just like what he said to his closest parents when he was a child.

"I don't know how to endure the pain. Your mind is always thinking about protecting the Ninth Prince and your friends, so you don't have any scruples about yourself?"

"Stop making sarcastic remarks, and I won't notice for a while. Don't take everything on them."

"Are I taking responsibility for them, or are you taking their responsibility for yourself?"

"I didn't do anything wrong to seek his own government in his position."

"The old lady asked you to enter the palace to study with you, not to make you stand in line, but to let you study hard."

"I know! But me too, me too..." Looking at Fu Xiaoyu's face, Wen Le suddenly couldn't say anything.

Zu Jun is strict, but every time he personally teaches him how to use a gun.Parents loved him so much that they sent a letter outside the Great Wall every month, and they also brought shell toys along the coast.My elder brother also liked him. When he was a child, he took him to sit on his shoulders and traveled to every small town outside the Great Wall.

He is well protected, but he also wants to protect others.

to the best of his ability.

Fu Xiaoyu is still holding Wenle's hand. The wrist is very thin, but there are boyish muscles on the arm. The calluses on the fingers are thick. You won't cry out your palms when you touch a bowl of boiling medicine.

Fu Xiaoyu was cold-hearted and hard-hearted since she was a child, and was rarely touched by other people's affairs.

He didn't want to admit that at this moment, he was feeling distressed.

I feel sorry for a boy who is just fifteen.

A little heartless person who looks solid but is actually soft inside.