The sadistic beauty has taken a fancy to me [Transmigration Book]

The dilapidated old wooden door knocked three times, but there was no sound from the courtyard.

Zhu Jiuci followed the doctor's instructions and climbed over the wall by stepping on the broken stone pile from the side.

At that time, the genius doctor said, "My old friend has a strange temperament, and he pays attention to fate when he sees a doctor. You follow the map and knock on the door three times. If it doesn't say get out, you can climb over the wall and enter."

The earthen wall was low, so it was easy to turn over, but it was covered in dust.

Zhu Jiuci fell to the ground, patted the dust on his body, looked up, and saw that the small courtyard was really dilapidated, even more dilapidated than the front door seen from the outside.

There was almost nothing else in the yard except rocks and weeds and a few broken baskets.

The distance from the courtyard wall to the main house was only ten feet. Zhu Jiuci walked over carefully stepping on the broken stone slabs. Before he raised his hand, the small broken door opened from the inside.

The image of the old man who came out of it is indescribable.

Even if Zhu Jiuci didn't know his identity, he could tell from his appearance that he was not an ordinary person.

Needless to say, he was dressed in plain clothes, but at first glance they looked like old clothes that had been starched and washed hundreds of times, and he didn't know that this old clothes had been with him for decades.

The most eye-catching thing is not the stiff old clothes, but the three-foot white beard, four-foot white beard, and nine-foot white hair fluttering with the breeze at the door.

When the wind blows, the fluffy hair floats up, and it looks a little cute.

"Come in." Daxian snorted.

Zhu Jiuci hurriedly followed in.

The room is full of medicinal fragrance, but it is not the fragrance mixed with bitterness like the traditional Chinese medicine hall, but it is extremely spicy, and even a little pungent.

There was no oil lamp in the room, and the window rails were closed tightly. It can be said to be dark and obscure, and it is almost impossible to see anything.

Zhu Jiuci obediently followed Daxian to the table and sat down.

Dimly saw hundreds of small jars on the table, containing colorful plasters, with a big hammer beside them.

"What bone to connect?"

Zhu Jiuci was overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "Hand bones."

Daxian clicked his tongue, not knowing whether it was simple or complicated, he picked up a medicine pot and sniffed it at the tip of his nose, and said lazily, "How is the injury?"

Zhu Jiuci took out a thin piece of paper from his bosom and handed it to Daxian respectfully. It was written by a genius doctor in Jinling at that time.

At that time, Zhu Jiuci heard that this great immortal performed extremely brutal bone-setting techniques, and he had to endure unbearable pain for ordinary people. He couldn't bear to let Liang Zhaoge come with him, so he planned to take a look first. Foresight.

Daxian raised his eyebrows, "The patient won't come by himself?"

Zhu Jiuci quickly and respectfully pushed the teacup in front of Daxian, "We have just returned to the capital, and the patient may have to rest for two days, Daxian, please understand..."

"Hmph, not really a fairy." He raised his hand to touch his beard, the white beard seemed to be the only light in the dark room, "That kid is the one who tricked you."

Zhu Jiuci's flattery, "You are always modest." After speaking, he stared at the thin paper and waited for the immortal to give a reply.

The spicy medicinal aroma irritated the nasal cavity, and Zhu Jiuci couldn't help but want to sneeze.

After waiting for a long time and seeing no reply from the old man, Zhu Jiuci raised his eyes.

"Have you seen this sledgehammer?" The immortal pointed to the table with his old hand.

Zhu Jiuci looked along and nodded.The hammer head was heavy, like a blacksmith's hammer for rough work.

"It can be cured." Daxian threw down the tissue paper, kicked off his shoes and socks and crossed his legs in the chair, "It may not be curable."

Zhu Jiuci was ecstatic, and before he could speak, Daxian had already answered the question in his mind.

"Eighty percent sure."

Zhu Jiuci stood up slowly and bowed to the old gentleman, "The immortal help..."

"Oh, I haven't said how to cure it yet. You, you, sit down first." The old fairy yawned, stretched out his hand to let him return to the chair, patted and washed the worn-out cloth clothes, coughed twice and leaned back on the back of the chair for comfort Sit down.

"Did you see this hammer?" Daxian asked again.

"Ah."

"Take this hammer to break the bones of your hand and then put them back together."

A fluttering sentence hit Zhu Jiuci's heart, and he panicked for a moment: "His hand bones have been broken, how can we break them again!"

"The young man just can't bear his temper. I naturally know that the bones of his hand are all broken into scum, isn't it all painted on this picture!" Daxian picked up the thin paper again and threw it into Zhu Jiuci's arms.

The genius doctor of Jinling is really reliable. He not only wrote down the injury in detail, but also drew two schematic diagrams on it.

Zhu Jiuci was flustered while holding the tissue paper. Even if he tried all over the world, he had never seen such a treatment method of breaking bones and then reattaching them.

With white beard fluttering in front of him, Zhu Jiuci regained his composure.

"Does it hurt...?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Zhu Jiuci breathed a sigh of relief.

"—Is it still called healing?" The old fairy glanced at him, leaned forward, picked up the hammer, and tapped the jar lightly. The small jar instantly shattered, and the broken foam mixed with the plaster in the jar, which was a bit eye-catching.

"Wouldn't it hurt if the bones were smashed into pieces?"

"It needs to be regrown after beating into foam, won't it hurt?"

"The muscles and bones are connected and the flesh is connected, and the ten fingers are connected to the heart, can it not hurt?"

"This old man only uses this bone setting method, nothing else. After so many years, I haven't seen a few people who can stick to it."

"If you are afraid of pain, get out, don't be an eyesore here!"

Zhu Jiuci hurriedly apologized, and said a lot about the content of the medicine book, and finally appeased the old man,

The old fairy's violent temper only lasted for a while, and after that, he returned to his smiling demeanor, with fluffy white hair and cute fluffy hair.

"If you think about it, bring the patient here."

Zhu Jiuci was in a trance, and floated out of the courtyard holding a piece of tissue paper.At any rate, the old fairy was considerate and didn't give a time limit. He only said that he must be prepared to die of pain.

Since the immortal said this, it must not be a pain that mortals can bear.

He said that six out of ten people died from pain.

The old fairy would never lie to him. Although he said earlier that there was an [-]% chance of being cured, this [-]% also included those who were suffering from life and death.

What kind of thing is it that the disease is cured, but the life is gone.

After careful calculation, there are [-]% chances of being cured and still alive!

Floating all the way back to the Duke's Mansion, Zhu Jiuci almost climbed the wall to enter again. Fortunately, the courtyard wall of the Duke's Mansion was high and deep. He climbed twice before realizing something was wrong. , Go in from the main entrance.

Back in Xiyuan, Liang Zhaoge sat under the pavilion by himself, with his hands on the dark blue silk clothes, looking extraordinarily fair.

The trauma gauze had been removed, and the flesh wounds were healed up, leaving only some light pink marks.

But as long as a doctor with a little knowledge knows at a glance, the bones under the flesh have already been broken into pieces.

A pair of slender hands can only be placed there motionless, except for the pain that reminds him that these hands still have consciousness, the rest is no different from the vase.

Zhu Jiuci walked over and grabbed his sleeve, Wen Wenliangliang didn't know how long he sat here.

"Go back to bed and rest for a while?"

Liang Zhaoge nodded and got up.

Back in the room, Zhu Jiuci put Liang Zhaoge to rest, and was about to leave when someone grabbed him. Zhu Jiuci turned around in surprise, thinking that the man's fingers could move, but saw Liang Zhaoge pressing his arm on his sleeve.

Zhu Jiuci squatted down and pulled out his sleeves. He didn't have time to stay with the beauty. There were still many things to deal with. He had to hand over the Southern Xinjiang Clan's book to the Duke of the country, and send a letter to Fatty Xiao Cenmo and the others to discuss. Bone thing.

Most importantly, he has to go to the palace.

Liang Zhaoge lowered his eyes in grievance, leaned forward and pressed his sleeves again.

"Xiao Jiu, don't go."

"I will be back soon."

"But I've been out all day today."

Zhu Jiuci sighed.

Liang Zhaoge looked at him: "Didn't Xiao Jiu promise my hands..."

"Hmm." Zhu Jiuci interrupted him.

Zhu Jiuci didn't go out that day, Liang Zhaoge clings so tightly that he finally falls asleep, Zhu Jiuci clings to him again as soon as he takes a step.

Zhu Jiuci came down several times and wondered if this person was pretending to sleep to deceive him.

After careful questioning, Liang Zhaoge was quite sure that he fell asleep, but woke up again.

"Woke up so timely?" Zhu Jiuci laughed angrily.

"En." Liang Zhaoge nodded seriously.

The beauty didn't cooperate, even though Zhu Jiuci was helpless, he couldn't do anything, he couldn't get out of the courtyard, so he had to rest with that person.

The wound on the hand healed quickly, and new tender flesh grew out quickly.

New troubles follow one after another, and someone can't help picking their scars.

The new flesh is naturally itchy, the man can still control himself during the day, but he can't control himself when he is asleep at night.

One day when Zhu Jiuci woke up during the day and saw the man's bloody hands, his heart stopped for a moment in fright. When he asked Liang Zhaoge, he also looked confused.

After finally spending a whole night doing observation experiments, Zhu Jiuci finally knew that the beauty was dishonest after she fell asleep, and would rub the silk and satin with her hand to relieve itching when her hands were itchy in her sleep.

Although the silk and satin are delicate, but Liang Zhaoge's hands are even more delicate, and they will be bloody if rubbed overnight.

I carefully taught someone a few times, but no matter how the beauty doesn't have a long memory, who can control herself in her sleep.

Zhu Jiuci stayed up all night staring at someone for a few nights, and almost tied him to the bed so he couldn't move, but unfortunately the effect was minimal.

Day by day, Zhu Jiuci complained endlessly with dark circles under his eyes.

"Don't rub, you got it!" Zhu Jiuci babbled for the [-]th time.

The beauty nodded.

Okay, I definitely didn't listen to it again.

Zhu Jiuci resignedly picked up the cooling oil, and carefully applied itching reliever on the man.

Liang Zhaoge smiled and leaned forward to look at him, "Xiao Jiu blows on it and it doesn't itch."

Zhu Jiuci glared at him.

"Really, Xiao Jiu try."

I wish you a long time to say goodbye.

"Try it." Liang Zhaoge shook him, "It's written like this in the script."

After Zhu Jiuci heard this, although he was suspicious, he expressed his willingness to give it a try. After all, Liang Zhaoge is also the protagonist in a modern script, so maybe the method of the script really works.

Holding her slender hand and blowing gently, the beauty moaned to express her favor.

Blow gently again, and the beauty hums again.

"Why don't you blow it?" The beauty was aggrieved.

Zhu Jiuci blushed.

Since the precedent of blowing claws, Liang Zhaoge's hands itched hundreds of times at twelve hours a day.

In the past, he just couldn't control his hands at night, but now he can't even control them during the day. After a while, he rushed up to Zhu Jiuci to complain that his hands were itchy.

If Zhu Jiuci ignored it, he raised his hand to rub against his clothes.

There was no other way, Zhu Jiuci had no choice but to admit defeat and win the beauty's hands.

As time passed, Zhu Jiuci gradually got used to it.Whenever a beauty walks over, Zhu Jiuci will habitually hold the beauty's hand and blow it gently.

At the beginning, he was tortured by the beauty's moaning, and his face was hot, but later he had grown into a ruthless hair dryer.

The wife of the Duke saw it twice, she was shocked, and walked around the two of them as if she was looking at cherished animals.

"My dear, my good boy can take care of others?"

Grandpa Guo, who was in the study, immediately received a letter from Feige who was two courtyards away. After hearing the news, he came over and expressed disbelief. Seeing Liang Zhaoge's pitiful and injured appearance, he threw thirty servants to serve him.

The Duke of the State is majestic, even Liang Zhaoge, who loves tranquility, cannot refuse.

The cold Xiyuan suddenly became lively.

Just a few steps away, you can see the little maid cleaning the railing, the servant holding the pillar, the housekeeper cutting down the tree, and the little servant feeding the fish.

It is said that Suzhou gardens change scenery step by step, and now Xiyuan, which imitates Jiangnan system, is deeply passed down and changes people step by step.

Liang Zhaoge was very depressed about this, Zhu Jiuci gloated behind his back.

Life in Xiyuan was very fast, five or six days passed, and a letter came from the palace.