The pretty boy of the landlord's house

The carriage to Yujia Village was soon ready.

Picking up Yu Shijiu is a matter of fact. The land rent of Yujia Village has not been collected this year, so I originally planned to go there, and today is a good opportunity.

Du Zhou took Yujia Village's ledger, put on a cloak made of peeled skin, and got into the carriage with Mrs. Tang in his hand. Tweety prepared a lot of food in the carriage, while Xiaohu and Uncle Zhang put on cotton coats to keep out the cold , wearing a felt hat, drove on the road.

It is the official road. It is a light snow day, and there is no snow on the road. If you travel fast, you can definitely arrive in two hours.

But there was an accident on the way.

For some unknown reason, the axle suddenly cracked, the carriage jolted, and Du Zhou fell in the carriage.

Xiaohu hurriedly came to report: "Shaodong's family, the carriage is broken, Uncle Zhang went to find something to repair, you stay in the carriage first."

"How long will it take to fix it?" Du Zhou asked.

Xiaohu thought for a while and said, "Maybe about an hour."

"That won't delay the journey." Du Zhou nodded, this time is still affordable.

Uncle Zhang found something to beat on, it was freezing cold, it was fine, but when he rested the carriage, he knocked off the axle of the carriage.

Du Zhou could feel deeply that when the car seat sank, Uncle Zhang hurriedly said: "Young Master, hurry up and come out."

"..."

Du Zhou was helped out of the carriage by Cui'er, and the cold wind blew in his face, he sneezed suddenly, he leaned over to the broken wheel of the carriage, took a look, and said, "What should we do?"

"I can only go to a nearby town to change one." Uncle Zhang said.

Du Zhou nodded, glanced at the nearby crossing, and said, "It takes an hour to go back and forth from the nearest town."

"Yeah, it's getting late, you should find a place for the Young Master's family to settle down first, and then go on your way after the carriage is repaired." Uncle Zhang said guiltily, "It's because the old man didn't check carefully when he went out that he didn't find such a problem with the carriage.

Du Zhou nodded and said to Tweety: "Then find a place to settle down."

Anyway, a few people went out with their daily necessities, and they had to live in the village for a few days to collect rent in Yujia Village.

Fortunately, it is also the top of the Shen family's mountain nearby. There used to be hunters hunting here, and a small wooden house was built in the mountain, so they can rest at this moment.

Xiaohu opened the way ahead, Tweety walked behind with Du Zhou supported, and soon found the place.

"Little Tiger, go get some firewood and keep warm later." Du Zhou ordered.

Xiaohu responded immediately.

Tweety opened the door of the wooden house, and Du Zhou walked in. As soon as he entered, he realized that something was wrong. He smelled a strong smell of blood in his nostrils, which was very fresh.

He looked to the ground and found a tall man lying on the ground, covered in blood, his lips were purple with cold, and he looked dying.

Tweety was timid, seeing the situation in front of her clearly, she screamed: "He's dead."

Du Zhou quickly squatted down to test his breath, and said, "You're still angry, Cui'er, quickly feed him the ginseng soup.

Reluctantly, Cui'er fed the still warm ginseng soup in the food box into the man's mouth.

Du Zhou planned to move the man to the wooden bed, but just as he touched him, the man opened his eyes suddenly, and grabbed Du Zhou's hand very vigilantly. His fingers were stiff, but the hand he held was as warm as jade and delicate. Incomparably, unlike a killer holding a dagger, he asked in a cold voice, "Who sent you here?"

"Don't worry, good man. I'm just a passer-by passing here to hide from the snow. Seeing that you are injured, I plan to help you to rest on the bed." Du Zhou spoke in a pleasant voice, and his appearance was also very outstanding. When he spoke, his eyes were extremely serious and focused Looking at him, it doesn't look like a lie.

Zhao Fengye stared at him for a long time, the dizziness from excessive blood loss struck again, and the heart palpitations that he had never had before, Du Zhou said again: "You are injured, let me take a look for you."

"I have a sword wound in my abdomen, please trouble your Excellency." Zhao Fengye's voice was weak, and he stared heavily at the young man with red lips and white teeth in front of him.

Du Zhou nodded and said, "Okay, Cui'er, bring the golden sore medicine."

Cui'er took out the golden sore medicine from the package again, Du Zhou carefully untied his clothes, Cui'er muttered over there: "Young master, how can you give medicine to a man? If it gets out, what will happen to your marriage?" manage?"

"Are you going to spread the word?" Du Zhou asked back, but he didn't think there was anything to it in his heart. Everyone was a man.

Tweety shut up immediately, watched him give medicine to someone, and muttered to the side: "Such a good medicine..."

"Human life is at stake." Du Zhou knew that Tweety was a bitch, and said, "Go outside and see if Xiaohu is back."

Tweety reluctantly left the cabin.

After listening to the little girl's complaint, Zhao Fengye looked at the man in front of him carefully, only to see a bright red mole on his earlobe, it turned out that he was a brother.

This was the only thought he had before he passed out.

When he woke up again, it was already dark, and he couldn't tell what time it was. Looking at the unfamiliar environment around him, he found that he was no longer in a wooden house in the mountains, and his body was covered with a thick quilt. There is no danger of life.

A voice came from outside the house, and Shen Bojun asked coldly: "You didn't even collect the rent just to save someone?"

"It's not that the carriage is broken, it's difficult to travel in snowy weather, our group can't spend the night in the mountains, and that person is unconscious and has a high fever, what if someone dies?" Du Zhou explained.

Shen Bojun sighed, and said: "Then let's go after the snow has melted in a few days. The people in the house are unknown, and they are dressed decently. I'm afraid that they will seek revenge for saving a troublesome person."

"When he wakes up, ask him. If he is a troublesome person, let him recover sooner." Du Zhou said.

Shen Bojun nodded and said, "That's the only way."

Du Zhou said with a smile: "Father is kind, we can't just ignore death."

"Hmph." Shen Bojun snorted coldly, and said, "You should also rest earlier."

Du Zhou said yes and said, "I'll go see if that person is awake."

After speaking, he pushed open the door and came to check on Zhao Fengye.

He stood by the bed from a distance and took a look, and found that Zhao Fengye's eyes were open, so he hurriedly asked, "Are you better?"

Zhao Fengye opened his mouth and asked weakly, "Who am I, and where is this?"

"My name is Du Zhou... Ha, you are asking who you are? Could it be that you don't remember who you are?" Du Zhou replied before realizing the question he asked.

Zhao Fengye saw that his eyes were round and his face was full of shock, which was very interesting. He almost couldn't help laughing, but he still showed a very puzzled expression on his face, and said, "I don't remember. When I think about these problems, I will I feel like my head hurts."

"Then do you remember where you live, who your parents call you, and do you have any relatives around here?" Du Zhou hurriedly asked.

Zhao Fengye shook his head, frowned, as if he had a headache, and said, "I really don't remember."

"Then what should we do?" Du Zhou frowned.

Zhao Fengye looked at him, seemed to be very anxious, Du Zhou was anxious for a while, then said: "You should cultivate yourself, and maybe you will remember when you recover from illness."

"Well, thank you, are you my benefactor?" Zhao Fengye asked.

Du Zhou waved his hand and said: "It's just a chance encounter. If someone else sees you like this, they will save you. Are you hungry? I'll ask the girl to prepare some food for you."

Zhao Fengye nodded.

Du Zhou hurriedly asked Cui'er to warm up the food, brought it to Zhao Fengye's bedside, and asked him to get up and eat.

Zhao Fengye sat up with difficulty, covered the bandaged wound on his abdomen, and said: "The injury is serious, my hands and feet are weak, I don't know... Can the young master feed me?"

"You're so rude, you want my young master to feed you?" Tweety snapped out her heart.

Zhao Fengye glanced at Cui'er, with a smile on his pale face, and said to Du Zhou: "Since the young master has saved my life, they don't care about feeding me more?"

After all, this person is a bit aggressive. If it were someone else, he would definitely be displeased, but Du Zhou would not. He took the bowl, took a mouthful of porridge, fed it to his mouth, and said, "Eat it."

"En." Zhao Fengye nodded, and ate the porridge he fed.

Du Zhou fed him one after another, and Zhao Fengye kept staring at him.

Du Zhou realized that he was looking at him, raised his eyes to look at him, and smiled at him gently to show comfort.

Tweety looked at the situation from the side, her mouth was pouted almost to the sky.

Du Zhou asked about his injury again, and after caring for a while, told him not to think too much, let him rest well, and then left.

As soon as Cui'er went out, she said again: "Just now, that apprentice has been staring at the Young Master's house, so Young Master, you have a good temper, and someone else..."

"Tweety, don't say a few words." Du Zhou reminded.

"But……"

Zhao Fengye heard the footsteps of two people walking away, and opened his eyes in the darkness.

Who sent those assassins?Who was the person who took away the second child, and even threw him off the cliff, if he hadn't climbed to the wooden house, he might have frozen to death in the mountain.

His dark eyes are deeper and deeper than the night.

The author has something to say: Make a minor revision, change Gong to hold Xiaoshou's hand to grab!

In order not to be regarded as molesting, I added two sentences of psychological activities.