old grace

Fu Chuan was going to wake up the shopkeeper of the inn, and asked the doctor to bring medicine overnight.

Xie Qinghe looked at the sky and said, "It will be dawn in a while. It's not too late. I'll sit for a while, and you can go back to sleep again." Seeing that Fu Chuan didn't mind this matter at all, and for his own Worried about the injury, Xie Qinghe couldn't help but sigh with emotion for the good temper of the younger brother.

Fu Chuan hesitated for a moment.

Xie Qinghe sat at the tea table, his splinted hand hanging around his neck, and remained silent.

It is said that it is almost dawn, and there is still nearly an hour.Xie Qinghe's refusal to go to the doctor for night consultation is also out of atonement psychology.

He accidentally offended his junior brother, broke his own arm, but asked his junior brother to clean up the mess for him in the middle of the night?If you really want to make Fu Chuan go round and round, it's not an apology, it's more like acting.

Therefore, Xie Qinghe would never trouble my junior brother if he didn't bother his hand injury.

Donkey Dan and Wei Qin slept on two beds, leaving only one bed for rest.After such an embarrassing thing happened, even if Xie Qinghe was sleepy and tired, it was impossible for him to share the same bed with Fu Chuan again, so he just sat here, waiting for the dawn.

Fu Chuan understood the cause and effect of this.

What happened to Xie Qinghe was because he ran out of medicine, and Fu Chuan didn't know how powerful the phantom poison was, so he didn't dare to rashly invite Xie Qinghe to sleep with him.

——If something happened again, he felt that the embarrassment would be a trivial matter, and he was afraid that with his uncle's fierceness, he would break an arm.

But he had to turn over and go to sleep by himself, and Uncle Liu was sitting here alone...

Just thinking about the feeling of loneliness and sadness, Fu Chuan couldn't help feeling sorry for his uncle.

After thinking for a while, Fu Chuan sat back beside Xie Qinghe and said, "I can't sleep either. Let's sit with my uncle. When it's almost dawn, I'll go to the kitchen to make fairy porridge for my uncle. After breakfast, let's Go to the pharmacy to get some medicine."

Xie Qinghe looked at his tired and shining eyes, knowing that this child was too sensitive and considerate, and he couldn't be persuaded.

"it is good."

The two children in the room were sleeping, and the donkey was weak and fell into a deep sleep. This tossing did not disturb him at all. Wei Qin's breathing sound had changed a long time ago, but now he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep very maturely.In this case, Xie Qinghe and Fu Chuan are not easy to chat.

After all, Xie Qinghe had folded his hands, and because of the phantom poison in his dream, his spirit was also a little sluggish, and he didn't want to talk.

Fu Chuan has a restless temper. He just sits and doesn't talk to him. He just settles down for a while and feels bored. The sky outside the window doesn't know when it will turn white... He couldn't help lying on the table and began to shake Bamboo stool under the hip.

The bamboo stool made a crunching sound due to being squeezed and deformed.

Xie Qinghe's teeth itch.

Fu Chuan didn't notice the uncle's discomfort at all. After realizing that the stool was fun, he put his legs upside down inside the stool, lay half of his body on the table, and started to turn the bamboo stool under his buttocks, moving around the square table.Creaking, the stool turned around.Creak, turn the stool around again...

Turning to the corner of the square table, he still shrunk his belly, allowing the bamboo stool to move to a wider angle, and smoothly stopped on the other side of the square table.

When he wanted to continue torturing that poor bamboo stool and make persistent efforts, he looked up and saw Xie Qinghe's expressionless face.

He was originally sitting beside Xie Qinghe.

After turning the bamboo stool a few times, he had already sat opposite Xie Qinghe.

Therefore, when he looked up, what he saw was the expressionless face that Xie Qinghe had just looked over from the side.

Fu Chuan's bamboo stool was still crooked, and all his strength was on one leg of the stool. Seeing that Xie Qinghe slowly turned his head away from him again, he gently and slowly put the poor bamboo stool back to its original place.After a while, he rested his chin on the tea table again, playing with the light and shadow cast by the candlestick on his fingers.

Xie Qinghe: "..."

Meditation was so difficult for Fu Chuan, he still sat with Xie Qinghe until dawn bored.

It was twilight, and the sound of waterwheels rolling over the stone strips came from outside the window. Fu Chuan immediately jumped up and said, "I'm going to the kitchen to cook!" Cheerful whistle.

Xie Qinghe blew out the candles on the table, walked to the window, and set up the window panel.

Its daybreak.

Before Fu Chuan made the porridge and served it, Xie Qinghe had already walked out of the inn alone, looking for a medical clinic with night clinics.

The space won't be unsealed until mid-afternoon, and he also needs to apply some anti-swelling medicine on his arm, and then take a decoction.He didn't want to work hard to spread this matter at all.Of course, when he went out, he still took a few taels of scattered silver in Fu Chuan's baggage.It's enough to heal an arm.

After finding a medical clinic in the north of the city, Xie Qinghe wrote the prescription himself, and only took the medicine from the medical clinic, and asked the shop to process and recuperate it for him.

The old doctor looked at Fang Zi and felt enlightened, and asked with a shy face if he could pay homage to Mr. - when he pays respects to Mr., he will send a bundle of repairs, which is actually the "price" for buying Fang Zi, but it is not easy to buy and sell directly in the apricot forest. Most of them are Mr. Bai.

Xie Qinghe has the heart to help the world, so he will not be limited by the views of the sect, and said: "It's not necessary. I got this prescription from an ancient book. The old man helped the world and saved people. I should have presented the original book. It is inconvenient to go out for a while. If The old man has time, I am waiting for the decoction, dictate it again, please include it?"

The old doctor was naturally grateful, and called two young apprentices, helped Xie Qinghe to lie comfortably in the back hall, and brought soft millet porridge and a few side dishes, and asked Xie Qinghe to eat before eating. Wash your hands and burn incense, spread out the pen and paper, and ask Xie Qinghe to dictate the contents of the "ancient book".

The books Xie Qinghe read were extremely mixed. He dictated nearly twenty prescriptions that he had used with good effects, and the old doctor recorded them one by one, and it didn't take much time in total.

After writing it, the old doctor showed it to Xie Qinghe again, just for fear of any omissions.

Xie Qinghe checked it carefully, and after confirming that it was correct, he pinched the pen with his left hand and wrote the word "handed down" in the blank space.

"Please don't use this as a family secret, Mr. Xinglin. If there is Xinglin who sincerely asks for advice, try to pass it on to the world and save Han Ling." Xie Qinghe said.

The old doctor quickly agreed, and looked at the word "Handed down" left by Xie Qinghe for a long time, the more he looked, the more confused he became.

These two characters are written in a strict manner, but neither aggressive nor harsh, vigorous and smooth, they are definitely good characters!At least seven or eighty years of experience.

——But if a person can practice handwriting for seven or eighty years, he must be at least eighty or ninety years old. Most of them are old and dim, weak and trembling, and it is difficult to write such well-equipped calligraphy.

The old doctor touched Xie Qinghe's broken bone.

According to his judgment, this person's face is aging, and his bones are at most 40 years old.Even from the appearance, it is impossible to be eight or ninety years old, right?

Could it be that...the gods came down to earth and gave me the fairy recipe?

The old doctor was so excited that his white beard trembled, he hurriedly asked his apprentices to come in to serve Xie Qinghe, he apologized himself, and went to make medicine for Xie Qinghe himself.As for why the gods were injured... maybe when they descended to the mortal world, their arms touched the ground first, right?

Xie Qinghe comfortably ate the decoction in the medical hall, and asked the clever little apprentice to re-wrap the wound and put on a splint.

He enjoyed the treatment of a fairy here. The dirty clogs he wore were washed by the apprentices before they were sent back. The industrious little apprentices also wanted to see if there were corns or calluses on his feet, so they paid tribute to him.Unfortunately, Xie Qinghe's feet were clean and beautiful, without any dirt.

As for the few taels of scattered silver, Xie Qinghe really wanted to give it, but the old doctor insisted on not accepting it.

When I came out of the hospital, it was already daylight.

Xie Qinghe passed by the cloth village, and met the guy who was going to the inn to deliver the final payment, and just took a car to go back.

Fu Chuan sat at the gate of the inn, buried his face in his arms, and waited like a beggar.

Seeing Xie Qinghe get off from the delivery carriage of Buzhuang, he seemed to hold his breath and was not good at talking about his elders in front of others, so he finally chose to go up to greet him first: "Uncle Shi, you are back. Is your arm better? I will give it to you." You made porridge."

Xie Qinghe knew about this, and didn't eat much in the medical hall, and said with a smile: "I just happened to be hungry."

The cloth man was busy unloading the goods, Fu Chuan lost his temper and refused to accompany Xie Qinghe to eat, first led the cloth man to move the custom-made bedding to the carriage, and put the clothes in two carriages.After paying off the final payment, Fu Chuan thought that this young man was quite sensible, and knowing that he brought the uncle back, he gave him a dime as a reward.

The Buzhuang clerk happily left, and when Fu Chuan returned to the room, Xie Qinghe was still eating.

Such as Xie Qinghe, who can use all kinds of weapons, is very dexterous with his left and right hands.I can't move my right hand, and it's okay to eat with my left hand.He can skillfully hold chopsticks with his left hand and hold vegetables, which makes people feel that he is a natural left-hander.

The problem is, when Fu Chuan entered, Xie Qinghe took out a boiled egg from the plate and prepared to peel it.

He deftly crushed the eggshell on the table with his left hand, and after the shell of the egg cracked into fine and uniform lines, he put the egg on the table, and used his fingers to pick out the cracked shell.He held the egg with his palm, not letting it run around, and with his fingertips pointing down, he peeled the egg lightly and quickly...

No matter how dexterous his movements are, after all, this is a normal process that requires the cooperation of both hands.

Fu Chuan looked at his arm hanging around his neck, and couldn't care less about getting angry, and hurried forward: "Master Uncle." He took the egg, peeled it for Xie Qinghe, put it on a plate, and Ask: "Shall I cut it open for you and dip it in some soy sauce?"

Xie Qinghe doesn't want to eat boiled eggs.

He did it on purpose.

"Let's dip it a little." Xie Qinghe pinched the egg with chopsticks, looked into Fu Chuan's eyes, and said, "Thank you."

Fu Chuan scooped him a spoonful of soy sauce and sat beside him: "I know why you didn't let me accompany you to the hospital."

"It's just that I feel that this arm was broken because of the incident last night. If you ask me to serve on the saddle, it seems to be punishing me."

"But I didn't think it was necessary for you to break this arm. First of all, I don't think it's a big offense, let alone indecent. It's a bit embarrassing... It's true, isn't it just a matter of fact Is it all right?"

"Secondly, even if it offends me,"

Fu Chuan also looked at him seriously: "Master Uncle, it's not your fault, it's the person who poisoned you."

Xie Qinghe dipped the yellow egg in soy sauce and ate half of it.The first time I ate it like this, it tasted good.The little junior has been up the mountain since he was a child, and he doesn't know who taught him how to eat?

"taste good."

Xie Qinghe praised the new way of eating eggs, but Fu Chuan also knew well that what the uncle praised was not just eggs.

What kind of strange way to eat eggs dipped in soy sauce?worthy of praise?Deliberately boasting this is nothing more than releasing goodwill and wanting to please.

"I was injured a few days ago, and you took care of me. Let me take care of you these two days too?" Fu Chuan wanted to shake the stool under his butt again.

"Usually it's you and me, but now I say 'you' in one mouthful, I'm scared when I hear it. Sitting at the door just now, do you want to wait for me to come back and spray me first?" Xie Qinghe also ate the other half of the egg Yes, eat the last mouthful of porridge.

Fu Chuan smiled "hehehe", got up and went to get Xie Qinghe's mouthwash.

"Master, do you want to change your clothes? Clothes made in a rush are here, and I'll pick one for you." Fu Chuan went to look for the package he had brought back, and first found the donkey egg and Wei Qin's clothes , asked: "That...sheep egg? Dog egg? If you don't know how to wear it yourself, ask that little villain to help you wear it."

The donkey didn't dare to correct him, anyway, he was given food and new clothes to wear, so he could be anything.

Wei Qin was flattered again: "I too...do I have it?"

"You want to run naked without clothes?" Fu Chuan frowned.

Wei Qin walked out to the living room with his clothes and donkey eggs. He could tell that everyone's clothes were made of the same material, just with different colors and patterns.The inner lining is a smooth silk garment, and the outer is an inconspicuous cotton jacket, which is low-key and comfortable.

Being able to treat everyone equally is naturally because Fu Chuan has no shortage of money to spend, and there is no need to buy all kinds of tricks at once.

However, the third lady is not short of money.

Wei Qin is Mo Qiangwei's child raised under her knees, and she can be regarded as possessing a unique skill in prescribing drugs.

The things Mo Qiangwei gave him were always leftovers, and those who didn't want them were given away condescendingly.He wears the fabric that Mo Qiangwei doesn't want, and eats the leftover food that Mo Qiangwei eats. When Mo Qiangwei is in a bad mood, he pinches his flesh to vent his anger.

If it snowed heavily that year, it wasn't Miss San who met, but Grandpa and Young Master Fu...

Wei Qin blinked away the moisture from the corners of his eyes, and took donkey's egg to wash his hands first: "The clothes are lined with silk, which is very precious. You wash your hands, and I will cut your nails for you. Don't hang up the clothes."

Donkey Dan nodded obediently: "Then can I not wear such nice clothes?"

Wei Qin didn't understand: "Why don't you wear it?"

"It costs a lot of money to raise me, so maybe I won't raise it anymore." Donkey Dan whispered.

"No. They are very rich." Wei Qin washed his dark little hands, unaware that there was a hint of envy and longing in his tone, "Their sect is the richest and most prestigious in the world. There is a mountain that stretches for thousands of miles, and a town as luxurious and lively as a city, even if you raise a hundred of you, it’s a drop in the bucket. As long as you don’t make trouble, they will definitely feed you and cure your illness.”

Donkey Dan seemed to understand, but suddenly said: "But they are so good to you, are they also bad people?"

Wei Qin wanted to vomit blood.

Fu Chuan outside also encountered a little trouble.

Xie Qinghe's arm is inconvenient, Fu Chuan took the newly made clothes and wanted to help Xie Qinghe change.

The two of them had agreed earlier that they would no longer care about what happened last night, and Xie Qinghe would no longer punish himself for it, and accepted Fu Chuan's care.

However, the matter of undressing alone was deadlocked.Xie Qinghe's arm was splinted, and the sleeves couldn't be put on or off at all.Either cut the sleeves or remove the splint, there is no third way.

The difference is that Fu Chuan wants to cut the sleeves, while Xie Qinghe wants to remove the splint.

In the end, it was Fu Chuan who convinced Xie Qinghe: "It's not that my disciples spared no effort to say that they will be injured for a hundred days. This is not a matter of a day or two for you. You have to take it off now, and you have to wear it the next day. It is convenient to cut off the sleeves."

Xie Qinghe agreed to cut his sleeves, feeling a little depressed.

——The clothes are not neatly worn, and the sleeves that have been cut off fall to the sides, what does it look like.

Fu Chuan picked up the scissors to cut Xie Qinghe's sleeves, and felt a little novel while cutting.

The uncle's face looks decayed, and there is no flesh on his arms, but the skin is not wrinkled at all?

it's wired.

Is it because my uncle has been on the road all year round, so all the aging is on his face?Doesn't that uncle have to put on face cream every day?

It can be seen that the face grease is useless...

As the scissors moved up little by little, Fu Chuan was getting closer and closer to Xie Qinghe's face, his eyesight was also good, he got so close, and he felt doubts in his heart, he was looking at the skin on Xie Qinghe's face, the wrinkles on the painting didn't reveal anything , the sticky beard is broken first——

The beard has been glued for so many days, Xie Qinghe likes to scrub it with hot water again, the corners of the glue are a little bit warped.

Even if it was just a little flaw as thin as a cicada's wing, Fu Chuan still saw through it!

This kid is also used to lawlessness, and he stretched out his hand to peel off the raised rubber——

There was a bang.

Fu Chuan's slightly thin face, which had just recovered from serious injuries, was stuck on the tea table, and Xie Qinghe's arms were twisted behind his back, unable to move for the time being.

Xie Qinghe was annoyed: "How old are you? Have you learned how to pluck your beard?"

"That's a fake beard! Why did you stick a fake beard?!" Fu Chuan asked back.

Xie Qinghe was a little bit stuck.

He lost the best opportunity to reveal his identity to Fu Chuan.

Now that my junior brother has been calling me "Uncle Master" for so many days, and such an embarrassing thing happened yesterday, if my junior brother finds out, I am not an old senior uncle Yan, but a senior senior brother who is in his prime... …

He hesitated.

No matter how embarrassing it was, he couldn't take the initiative to coax the younger brother.

When I was about to confess my identity.

"...Is it because you were poisoned that you can't grow a beard?" Fu Chuan's voice was a little awkward, as if he touched the uncle's hidden pain.

Fu Chuan is 16 years old and has grown a beard for a year.Young people before the age of growing beards usually have to shave cleanly. Sometimes Fu Chuan wakes up after a night of sleep and has to use a small razor to trim his beard.

Usually after a man gets married and starts a business, he will start to grow a beard.At Yan Buqi's age, it's a miracle that he doesn't have a beard.

And it is well known that a man's beard is also a symbol of masculinity.Eunuchs don't have beards!If a man's beard is weak and sparse, he will be secretly criticized and ridiculed by the public.Many nobles who can't grow beautiful beards, and artisans who specialize in growing beautiful beards, use black powder to shade their chins to create a thick false appearance, or glue the beards they bought one by one, Dare to go out and meet people.

Xie Qinghe let go of his arm and rubbed it for him.

You rush to answer every time, and you miss the correct answer every time, and the big brother can't help it...

Fu Chuan was still a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice: "There is a corner. How about I stick it for you?"

Xie Qinghe didn't dare to let him touch his face.The black powder and paint used to draw wrinkles are specially made, and they can be waterproof for many days, but it is also uncertain what will happen to this curious baby.After a few perfunctory sentences, Fu Chuan remembered to use scissors to help him cut off his sleeves and help him take off his clothes.

"That's enough." Xie Qinghe took off until only a pair of underpants were left, and it was hard for the younger brother to help.

"Don't you change your pants?" Fu Chuan was shocked.

In the past, when he was on the road, even in the carriage, the uncle had to change every day, didn't he? !

Fu Chuan remembered very clearly that no matter how troublesome it was, in short, the uncle's underwear and underpants were changed every day, but the outer robe could be worn for three or two days.For this reason, he even bought a lot of underpants for his uncle!

Xie Qinghe: "..." An innocent child is so innocent and sweet.

He picked up the clean underpants that had just been delivered, and stepped sideways behind the screen.

After Xie Qinghe changed clothes and came out, Fu Chuan took care of him to put on new clothes.

Fu Chuan never had the concept of a man being with a man at all in his mind, even if Xie Qinghe touched him in the middle of the night, he would just think that Xie Qinghe was dreaming of some fairy concubine.He likes to wear clothes that fit close to the body, so he helped Xie Qinghe put on the sleeves in order to check whether the embroiderer's tailoring was accurate. He rubbed the clothes against the clothes inch by inch, and asked, "Is the tightness suitable? If it doesn't fit, ask them to change it right away. "

Xie Qinghe: "...it fits well."

Fu Chuan continued to measure with his fingers and lowered his head to study the size of Xie Qinghe's waist. .

Xie Qinghe paused for a moment, then said: "You just put it on for me, you don't need to gesture with your palm."

"Is it itchy? Master uncle is ticklish?" Fu Chuan was naughty, but he didn't deliberately tease Xie Qinghe, so he stopped immediately.

After procrastinating until noon, he simply ate lunch at the inn before getting into the carriage, sorting out the purchased supplies, and passing through the city.Fu Chuan still remembered to buy a few wooden basins, planning to use them to soak his feet at night.

Xie Qinghe slumped in the brand new bedding, Fu Chuan drove the car, and asked him from time to time if he needed to stop to make medicine.

...not taking any medicine at all.

and.

Xie Qinghe listened to more than a dozen fat chickens and ducks clucking and clucking outside the carriage, and remembered that these chickens and ducks would drop a pile of feces at any time, which might fall directly on the road, or hang on the outer wall of the carriage, wheels, etc. There is a feeling of collapse.

Junior Brother...

As expected of Junior Brother Fu Chuan.

Will always have the ability to make his carriage so dark and dark...

"I've been injured for a hundred days, my uncle needs to take good care of his body."

"The live chickens and ducks hanging outside the carriage, let's eat one per meal, three per day, maybe we'll eat them all before arriving in Longcheng. If we meet farmers along the way, we can buy some more. Let's have chicken soup in the morning Porridge, duck noodle soup for lunch, and some wild vegetables to heat up at night..."

Xie Qinghe heard the sound of fat chickens flapping their wings outside the car window, his face turned livid.

"It's strange to say."

Fu Chuan turned around suddenly, "I haven't been hiding much these days, and Qian Chengqi didn't come to look for me?"

Xie Qinghe just calmed down and said: "Thousands of riders maintain around 300 people all year round. How many did you kill in Luoma City? How many did you kill in the camp? Now they only have 400-[-] people left, never more than [-] people. With the last bit of strength, do you dare to come out and deliver food?"

"I left in a hurry that day, and I didn't have time to replay the killing game with my uncle." Fu said.

Xie Qinghe closed his eyes, he had an excellent memory, and he faced the whole attack again, starting from the surprise attack by the archer's arrow rain, and recounted it one by one.

He said it lightly, Fu Chuan broke out in a cold sweat when he heard that he immediately eliminated the two teams of archers from Qianchengqi.

Why was Fu Chuan coerced by Xiong Chuchen in the first place?It was because Fu Chuan knew very well that once a fight started, he might be able to kill all the thousands of riders in Luoma City, but he would definitely not be able to save the innocent people in Luoma City.The extraordinary thing about Xie Qinghe is that he safely kept Xiu Niang and the two children in the carriage under the siege of Qian Chengqi!

Killing is a hundred times easier than guarding.

What a great uncle!

After Xie Qinghe reviewed the whole battle situation, Fu Chuan said: "Then I was right. Qian Chengqi's attack was just a cover for the archer who finally plotted against me. After Luoma City, Qian Chengqi would not dare Send someone to deal with me again."

Xie Qinghe nodded, remembering the fierce and incomparable demeanor of his younger brother that night, and said: "Qian Chengqi knows that he is powerless to surround and kill you."

"There is no news about the archer." Fu Chuan felt regretful.

After breaking up with Xie Qinghe, he didn't hide his appearance at all, and ostentatiously led the second uncle forward.

No one harassed him at all along the way, and it was very convenient to cross the city and the river. At least the court did not dare to openly put Hua Ying, the head disciple of the Hanjiang Sword Sect, on the most wanted list in the world.Fu Chuan purposely went around the big city before falling behind Xie Qinghe.It was even more of a coincidence to find that Mo Qiangwei's caravan followed quietly and met Xie Qinghe by chance.

Xie Qinghe had some guesses about the origin of the archer, but he couldn't be sure, so it's hard to say clearly at this time.

"Don't worry." His arm was broken, and it would be inconvenient if he really wanted to fight.

There was a plop.

Fat Chicken struggled unwillingly again, its wings fluttering.

Xie Qinghe's forehead was bulging with blue veins: "I want to change cars."

"Why do you want to change cars? Don't you like talking to me? Then I'll stop talking." Fu Chuan felt aggrieved.

How boring it is to drive in this slow carriage, finally able to talk to the uncle, but the uncle wants to leave!How can we chat after going to that car?However, I didn't go to that car, and I didn't chat with him anymore.Fu Chuan sat cross-legged on the shaft of the car and sighed.

"You don't have to change the car." Xie Qinghe pointed to the fat chicken hanging outside, "Change the chicken and duck."

——As for whether children hate chickens and ducks?Cute chicks and ducklings, aren't children's best friends?

"Their car doesn't have so many horizontal beams hanging out, so it's not easy to hang. I hang them outside so that the car won't get dirty. I'll wipe the car clean when I'm sleeping outdoors..."

"...Change people, or change chickens and ducks?"

"Master, why are you acting like a child at such an old age, can you understand something?"

"..."

"Change it, change it right away. Don't be angry!"