Dressed as a palace cat butler

Cao Silang, who was hiding on the shore, had a rapid heartbeat at this time, one was the excitement of getting his revenge, and the other was panic because he was afraid that others would see him here.

When he saw Feng Ling acting sneaky today, he followed him out secretly. When he found that he came directly to the cattery, trying to lure the kitten, he guessed what he was going to do.

But no matter how he thought about it, Yang Songyuan would not entrust this task to him, so it could only be that he overheard the conversation between him and Yang Songyuan that day.

But Cao Silang didn't intend to stop him, this matter made him extremely entangled, if Feng Ling made it happen by accident, he would have killed his enemy without letting himself die because of it.

It was a blessing that killed two birds with one stone, and he was somewhat grateful to this "friend".

Cao Silang looked at the calm pool water again, he was sure, and was about to turn around and leave, but he saw the duckweed on the surface of the water move, and suddenly a naked human body floated up from the water.

At a vague glance, it seems that he is not very old.

Cao Silang's heart tightened, he always felt that the outline of that side was very familiar, and this slightly weird picture made him couldn't help stepping forward, but after seeing the face of the man in the water clearly, Cao Silang's pupils shrank suddenly .

Immediately afterwards, he quickly took off his coat, jumped into the water and pushed the man ashore.

He almost didn't think about these actions, just saw the man's appearance clearly, and the man had already entered the water.

Fortunately, the water in this pool was very shallow, and it only submerged up to his chest. Although it was more than enough to drown a kitten, Cao Silang knew a little about water, so such a shallow pool was almost no threat to him.

After getting the man ashore, Cao Silang also turned over immediately, and then wrapped the robe that was left aside around the man.

He knelt beside the man, hesitated for a moment, and then, as if he was afraid that his dream would be broken, he called him softly: "Shuang'er..."

The man in front of him had a pale face, and frowned slightly when he heard his voice, but he didn't answer.

Cao Silang reached out his hand to wipe the water droplets accumulated on his face, but he couldn't tell whether it was pool water or teardrops, and then he made a clever effort to hug Fang Tishuang from the ground through his outer robe.

Looking around again, he hesitated a little, and then went into the path.

Fortunately, it's not too far from his residence, and I didn't meet anyone on the road, so the process of carrying Fang Tishuang back to his residence went smoothly.

But when he put him on the bed, Cao Silang realized that his hands were shaking so much that he could hardly stop.

He gritted his teeth and insisted on covering Fang Tishuang's body layer by layer with the two quilts in the room and all the heavy clothes.

Only then did Cao Silang's feet soften, and he half-kneeled and half-sat down on the ground beside the bed.

At the same time, someone knocked on the closed door, and then he heard Feng Ling's deliberately lowered voice: "Minghe, where did you go just now?"

Cao Silang did not respond with a sullen face.

Fengling and Cao Silang lived in the same courtyard, and he came out of the house only after hearing his return.

After throwing the kitten into the pool, he was flustered and guilty, and he was startled when he heard the slightest movement.But when he opened the door and came out, he only saw Cao Silang closing the door.

I don't know what the hell he was doing, but he locked himself in the house as soon as he came back, and he didn't say a word.

"Say something, what's wrong with you?" He asked again aloud.

Cao Silang took a deep breath, and then responded outside: "It's nothing, it's just that I feel a little uncomfortable all of a sudden, just go back to the house and have a rest."

"That's it," Feng Ling stood at the door of the house for a while after finishing speaking, "Then you have a good rest."

Hearing the sound of his footsteps going away, Cao Silang sat on the ground for a while before his consciousness gradually became clear. After recovering a little bit, he stood up with the edge of the bed, and then took out a flannel towel for Fang Tishuang wiped her cheeks and drenched long hair carefully.

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his hand tentatively, and probed Fang Tishuang's breath with trembling fingers.

His breath was weak, but his breathing was fairly steady, and Cao Silang immediately pressed his palms against his forehead and cheeks, which felt warm to the touch.

The person in front of him is indeed alive, and he is not dreaming, his Shuang'er has really returned.

However, the current situation is unclear, and he doesn't know what happened to the younger brother who came back from the dead, let alone seek the imperial physician rashly.

Although on the way back just now, he held Fang Tishuang and bumped all the way, and the person in his arms was bumped so that he spit out a few mouthfuls of pool water, but he had no experience in rescuing drowning people, so I don't know if he just spit out the water. Well, all I know is that right now he has nothing else to do but to dry him off and cover him tightly.

He was anxious and had many doubts. The clothes on his body were still wet, and they were pressed against him coldly and heavily. No matter how many thoughts weighed on his heart, he was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe.

Cao Silang was about to get up to change his clothes, but before he could stand still, he suddenly felt a heat in his nose, and a stream of warm liquid dripped from his nose, he subconsciously reached out to catch it, and found There is blood on the palms of the hands.

He hurriedly raised his head, and then wiped his nose with a veil. Fortunately, the amount of bleeding was not much, but it stopped after a while.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly heard that the person surrounded by the quilt clothes as high as the hill seemed to be murmuring something continuously.

Cao Silang hurriedly put his ear to his mouth, trying to listen carefully to what he was saying.

The whisper sounded like a gnat, and Cao Silang was stunned for a long time before he heard that he was calling "A Niang". Before he could think about it, the person on the couch changed his tone and said another sentence: " Brother, I am Shuang'er, why do you..."

"Why ignore me... Can you see me?"

"I am... I am Shuang'er."

Cao Silang hugged him painfully: "You are Shuang'er, brother knows, brother knows..."

As he spoke, he stroked his cheeks and temples.

If the nasal "A Niang" in the first few voices is the coquettish act of a wronged child hoping to get the attention of adults, then the second "Brother" is really wronged, and there is a hint of uneasiness. Like it really broke my heart.

Thinking of this, Cao Silang immediately felt more distressed, so he hugged him even tighter.

Fang Tishuang had a dream. In the dream, there was the sound of water gurgling in his ears. He struggled hard to pull his head out of the water by the river.

"Have you seen how many fish there are in this river?" The children in front of him were all taller than him, and their faces should be blurred.

He could feel that they were laughing at him and bullying him, but despite this, Fang Tishuang still liked to play behind their buttocks.

I don't remember which day it was, but he couldn't help asking one of the boys why they all treat him like this?

The boy immediately showed an innocent smile with one missing front tooth, and said quite naturally: "I just want to tease you, who made you look like a girl, how can there be a man as white as you, what are you?" Neither male nor female! It’s not like us, it’s just annoying.”

The young Fang Tishuang actually felt that what he said was well-founded, so this summer he ran wildly outside in the sun for a whole summer, peeling off a layer of skin on his body and face.

It was so easy to get a little dark, but as soon as winter came, all previous efforts were wasted, and it turned white again.

Fang Tishuang was very discouraged, so she sighed at home: "Mother, how can I look as dark as them? I don't want to be neither male nor female, they are not willing to play with me..."

A Niang smiled: "We are born like this, who wants to be as dark as them? To be a gentleman, you have to have a dark face, and to be a lady, you have to be white and tender. Do children think so?" Sensible, if an adult thinks the same way, then he is delusional."

Fang Tishuang didn't quite understand what it means to be confused. He only knew that the children were reluctant to take him to play, so he was still very depressed.

Seeing this, grandpa stepped forward and carried him on his shoulders: "They don't play with us, so we don't care to play with them. You are grandpa's son. When you grow up, you will naturally be as tall as your grandpa." strong."

A Niang said angrily: "Here again, if you don't say more than half a sentence, you have to boast and boast. It's all right for you to do it yourself. If you teach our Shuang'er badly, I won't give you good fruit to eat."

Grandpa smiled heartily when he heard the words, and Fang Tishuang, who was sitting on his shoulder, also smirked.

But suddenly the laughter stopped, he lowered his head subconsciously, and saw a sharp arrow passing through Grandpa's heart, and the wound was still oozing blood continuously.

Fang Tishuang exclaimed, and then his body began to fall continuously.

When he woke up, he found himself lying on a bed. A Niang was crying beside his bed, and the neighbor's aunt persuaded her: "Swords have no eyes on the battlefield. If the one in my family hadn't been born last year... The roof fell off and broke my feet, I'm afraid it's going to be... alas."

After she finished speaking, she sighed heavily.

Fang Tishuang suddenly remembered that his only grandpa died on the Liaodong battlefield, and even his bones could not return to his hometown. The letter sent by Auntie was still on the way. Grandpa took one last look.

When the letter from home was just sent out, Liaodong was defeated, and the news of the annihilation of the army had not yet reached them.

His mother was still telling him yesterday that the battle is about to be over. Your grandfather said in his last letter that he should be back in time for the new year. Tomorrow, my mother will go to the market to buy some persimmons. good this one...

But the persimmons were frozen, but his grandpa's bones had already been thoroughly chilled.

The scene in front of him was constantly changing like a kaleidoscope, and the next moment he found himself back in his second small home, where his uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters were all there, and no one was missing.

He ran up to them ecstatically, and said with a smile, "I'm back, I..."

But he found that everyone seemed to be unable to see him, and they were still doing their own things. Fang Tishuang was in a hurry, and rushed up to pull their arms, but unexpectedly, his hand passed through them body.

Fang Tishuang's heart turned cold, is he... dead?

"I seem to have heard Shuang'er's voice..." sister said suddenly.

But everyone in the courtyard fell silent.

"It's me, I'm Shuang'er, and I'm right here." Such silence made Fang Tishuang feel very uncomfortable. He rushed to Cao Silang and shouted urgently, "It's me, brother, look at me!" , I'm right here..."

My aunt let out a sob suddenly, and said in a hoarse voice: "When I changed his clothes and wiped his body that day, I found a piece of rice cake in his lapel. So small……"