The general's wife is sick

"I made a mistake, young master. I will think more and talk less in the future." Cheng Cheng took the initiative to admit his mistake.

Seeing that he had already figured it out, Ji Liu didn't say much to him, he also had a young master's temper, "Okay, go and rest, you don't need to accompany me today."

Composition went out with a sluggish step and three turns.

Ji Liu went back to the desk and continued to write letters, stopped writing at half pay, put the letter paper in an envelope, raised his hand and passed the letter paper to the side, "Composition, go and take this letter..." He stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking, and took it back Scratching his head with his hands, "I forgot to reflect on the ingredients."

Without Cheng Cheng by his side, there would be no useful people around him. The maids Jia Caixia gave him were all arranged in the outer courtyard, and they were never allowed in the inner courtyard. It's enough for the young man to have his share.

So even in Shangshu's mansion, his yard is as tight as an iron barrel. This has both advantages and disadvantages. There is no way to insert people into the yard, so Jia Caixia has been poisoning his food.

Being close to people is a good thing, but it’s not so pleasant when you need someone to run errands. Ji Liu lamented when spring would come, and he really hoped that his sister Chun would come to him from Zhucheng to the capital, so that he wouldn’t be in the spring. There is no one around to use when the ingredients are playing their temper.

Ji Liu strolled from the inner courtyard to the outer courtyard, handed the family letter to the servant outside the courtyard, and then he sent it to the official post, and sent it to Zhucheng or other places along with other letters from the capital.

As soon as the lights were turned off at night, Ji Liu heard someone outside the window, and his face darkened in an instant. Xiong Jinghai became more and more courageous, and came here to beg for cheap as soon as night fell.

Ji Liu was already thinking about how to increase the dosage of the formula to solve Xiong Jinghai's desire problem once and for all.

It's just that when Xiong Jinghai appeared from the window, he brought a bloody smell, Ji Liu's heart tightened, "Are you injured again?"

Xiong Jinghai was too tall, and the slightly raised window sash couldn't see his whole body, only the lower half of his squatting body was exposed, "Take your medicine box and go out with me, my brother is injured, traumatized, and the situation is critical!"

Immediately, Ji Liu turned around and went back to the cabinet to put all the bottles and jars inside into the medicine box, put on his coat and jumped out of the window. He was punished for self-reflection. He was the only one in the room tonight, so he wouldn't even think about it. Some people guessed that he was so bold that he dared to go out in the middle of the night.

In order to facilitate Xiong Jinghai's movements, Ji Liu lay on his back, with the medicine box behind him.

"Hold Grandpa's neck tightly, Grandpa is about to jump!" After Xiong Jinghai finished speaking, he felt his neck tighten, and his warm body approached from behind. If it was a normal day, he would definitely take this opportunity to make fun of him, and first take advantage of the words , but today he said nothing.

The comrade-in-arms is the deepest. The modern Uncle Ji Liu is an artilleryman. He participated in the self-defense counterattack in Vietnam. Over the years, the contact between their old comrades-in-arms has not diminished. Like white wine that has been fermented for a long time, it is getting thicker and thicker.

With Xiong Jinghai's performance, Ji Liu already guessed that his brother might be seriously injured.

Xiong Jinghai jumped out of the quarter mansion from a corner of the garden with him on his back. There was a curfew at night, and the streets were empty except for soldiers patrolling from time to time.

With the person on his back, his figure was still nimble, and he walked quickly across the street towards the general's mansion, only picking up the dark hiding place.

In the darkness, Ji Liu could only hear Xiong Jinghai's heavy breathing, and his hair was blown up by the wind on his cheeks, which was itchy and disturbed when he was hit on the face.

"arrive!"

Before he could recover, Xiong Jinghai put him down from his back, "Axi is the captain under the master's account, you go in first, and the master will go back." After that, he directly put Ji Liu on the spot, He quickly disappeared down the corridor.

Hurry up!

Ji Liu stood outside the door and only listened to someone talking inside the room, raised his hand and opened the door to enter, only to see bright lights beside the bed in the inner room, and five people gathered together.

Turning around and closing the door, he walked into the inner room slowly. Because the candles were moved to the inner room, the lights in the outer room were dimmed. Everyone probably saw him coming in from the door with a medicine box on his back, and he didn't think about it for a moment. Wu Jun was like this, so he turned around and continued to discuss the condition.

Ji Liu stood on the outside, listening to them talking, why are all the doctors gathered in this room?

He frowned, didn't he say that this person suffered from trauma and the situation was urgent?

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