Xianjun, please calm down

Wang Dazhuang put the big bowl of Chiyu fruit within reach of his hand, and said softly, "Isn't this little fruit a medicine? You don't care how you eat it, as long as it cures your illness? Anyway, we have six. If one doesn’t cure it, just take another one, it’s enough.”

Yu Changqing laughed a little. This idiot has no idea of ​​the value of this red jade fruit. It is not an exaggeration to say that this kind of red jade fruit with a complete meridian map is priceless. One can fetch hundreds of thousands of high-grade spirit stones, and one low-grade spirit stone is enough to buy this small village, leaving more than half of it.

But what Da Zhuang said was right, medicine is for eating, thinking so, he slightly parted his lips, and put the vermilion fruit into his mouth.

Seeing that he had closed his eyes, Wang Dazhuang hurriedly exited the door lightly. He moved a chair and put it at the door, and turned out all the dry food at home and piled it up at hand. He sat down on the chair and thought about it. Yes, he just watched from outside the door until Xianjun woke up, making sure that no one would disturb him.

Fortunately, no one came to his house. Yu Changqing retreated for three days, and Wang Dazhuang was the gatekeeper outside the door for three days. Except for going to the toilet, he never left the chair.

On the first day, he saw that there was no movement in the room, and he was very worried. He even peeked through the window and saw Yu Changqing sitting on the bed, with a calm face, and he couldn't see anything at all. Zhu Xianjun had told him before that no matter what happened, before he woke up by himself, don't disturb him, so he didn't dare to make a sound.

On the second day, Wang Dazhuang became a little anxious. When he went to look again, he found that the fog was rising above Xianjun's head, and cold sweat was dripping on his face. He didn't know what was going on, but he didn't dare to interrupt, even He didn't dare to make a sound, he could only stare and wait.

On the evening of the third day, Wang Dazhuang was already in a hurry to turn around, but he didn't dare to really turn around, lest he accidentally kicked something and startled the fairy inside. The smoke from the head of the fairy was no longer, and the whole person looked calm , but he remained silent, like a statue, making people anxious. At this moment, he turned his head and saw the village flower king Cuihua walking towards his house with a basket on her shoulders!

Wang Dazhuang was taken aback, he hurried out and blocked Wang Cuihua at the entrance of the courtyard before she entered, and asked in a low voice, "Sister Cuihua, what's the matter?"

Wang Cuihua was wearing a lotus-colored embroidered dress with a slender waist and a long braid hanging down her chest. A sweet smile appeared on her tender face. She raised the basket in her hand and said sweetly. Said: "Brother Zhuang, I heard that your family has taken in a patient. You haven't gone out for the past two days. You presumably are taking care of him. My mother is afraid that your family will lack food, so I asked me to bring you some eggs. This It’s best for the sick to eat!”

Wang Dazhuang glanced back at the closed door, and said in a low voice, "Thank you Aunt Guixiang for me, but I still have some food at home. The eggs are precious, and Aunt Guixiang is not healthy. You should take them back to make up for her. "

Wang Cuihua pursed her lips slightly and said angrily: "My mother has eggs to eat. This is our wish, so you can accept it! Speaking of which, I haven't seen what the patient you took in looks like yet. Let me see it." ?"

Wang Dazhuang wished to cover her mouth so that she would not speak so loudly, but he was afraid of causing trouble and attracting more people, so he had to take the basket and use his body to firmly block the courtyard door: "He is a man, You're a girl, so don't look at it, besides, he doesn't want to see strangers, he hasn't even seen Second Uncle Wang."

In fact, Wang Cuihua was not very curious about the people in the room. Hearing what he said was fine, she just asked strangely: "Brother Zhuang, why are you talking so quietly today? Is your throat broken?"

Wang Dazhuang glanced at the door nervously, and then said: "No, you should go back quickly, you have been out for a long time, be careful Aunt Guixiang is worried, I still have work to do."

Wang Cuihua smiled and said: "It's okay, I told my mother that I will go back for a while, what kind of work are you going to do? I'll help you."

Wang Dazhuang gritted his teeth, forced a smile and said, "No, you can go back. There are only two big men in my family, and you are a big girl with yellow flowers. It's bad for your reputation if you stay for a long time. What if I catch a rabbit some other day?" Yes, send it for you to try it out."

Wang Cuihua clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Thank you so much Brother Da Zhuang, Brother Da Zhuang, you are the best, and you think of everything for me, then I will go first!"

When Wang Dazhuang heard the crisp clapping sound and the series of laughter like silver bells, Hun'er almost scared her away, and said quickly: "Okay, okay, let's go!"

After finally sending Wang Cuihua away, Da Zhuang was physically and mentally exhausted. He wiped the sweat from his brow, hurriedly closed the courtyard door, and ran back to the room to listen to the movement. Fortunately, it was very quiet inside, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

However, only halfway through this breath, Yu Changqing was heard from inside: "Who were you joking with just now?"

Wang Dazhuang choked his breath, coughed several times before saying: "Xianjun, are you awake?"

Yu Changqing said coldly: "It's so noisy, even the dead are woken up by you."

Wang Dazhuang's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly said, "Is it still disturbing you? What do you think?"

Seeing that he was the first to worry about his body, Yu Changqing calmed down and said, "Why are you just talking outside? Are there any poisonous snakes and beasts in the house?"

Wang Dazhuang only realized when he heard that Xianjun was already awake and could enter the house. He hurriedly opened the door, only to see Yu Changqing sitting cross-legged on the bed with his original posture, staring at him with a cold face.

If it was someone else, they would be scared to death by Venerable Hanyang's intimidating aura, but Wang Dazhuang had never been afraid of him, instead he saw him sitting there motionless, only staring at himself, and hurried over and said, "Why don't you Not moving? Is it because my legs are numb after sitting for a long time? That’s right, I became numb after sitting for one night, and you will definitely not be able to move after sitting for three days, so I’ll rub it for you!”

Yu Changqing's mouthful of old blood had already flowed down his throat, and he wished he could slap the idiot in the face, but the idiot had no sense of crisis at all, sat down by the bed by himself, and carefully straightened Yu Changqing's leg with his hand. Putting it on his thigh, he kneaded it with both hands, dispelling Yu Changqing's anger that came from nowhere.

While rubbing, Da Zhuang asked worriedly: "Xianjun, how is your injury? Is the fruit useful?"

Thinking of the string of laughter just now, Yu Changqing became angry again: "It's hard for you to remember my injury."