Villain, do you remember that I am a stand-in?

The bed curtain of the smoky tulle was half opened, hanging down lightly.On the bed, the man with delicate eyebrows and delicate eyes curved his back and supported himself weakly on the edge of the green bamboo bed.

Her head was full of blue hair and her shoulders were scattered, and her slightly thin body was wearing a milky white undershirt.In the wide open neckline, fresh gauze was wrapped around the waist, and blood was faintly oozing from the force.

Xu Shicai Fang Yingqing was agitated and rushed to use force, an abnormal blush appeared on his pale face, his thin lips trembled slightly, making the pupils of his eyes brighter.

His chest heaved and he panted slightly.A pair of beautiful eyebrows frowned together, glaring angrily.

Morbid but with innate elegance and warmth, like a piece of pure white jade.

Ji Xiaoguang sighed a little, looking at this picture of a beauty lingering on a sick bed, who could not feel pity.

But compared to the original novel, Fang Yingqing in front of her is not in the usual distress.

The hut is simple, with no decent decorations. The bamboo bed is only surrounded by a layer of anti-mosquito tulle, and a thin bedding is tucked in a corner on top of it. There is not even a decent box at the head of the bed.

Just now, the medicine jar shattered to the ground, and even the clothes beside Fang Yingqing were swept off, making the ground a mess.

Fang Yingqing coughed a few times, bit her pale lips, as if she was holding back something, and restrained herself, "Get out, I don't want to see you..."

As he said that, he stretched out his long index finger and pointed at Shen Lianting tremblingly: "If you can't pay back my father, then don't appear in front of me, you pay back my father..."

Seeing Shen Lianting immediately brought up Fang Yingqing's sadness, his eyes showed sorrow and hatred, as if they were about to turn into tears in the next moment, pouring down.

But Ji Xiaoguang frowned slightly, feeling strange in his heart.

If Fang Yingqing really hated Shen Lianting, he could just drive him out.Why suddenly mention the old leader who has been dead for three years, so sad.

Being so restless is not like Fang Yingqing's character. In the original book, he and the old leader were not close at all, so how could it be possible that he has not finished crying after three years of mourning.

There is only one possibility, he is playing hard to get, trying to arouse guilt in Shen Lianting's heart.

There was a sound of footsteps in the small courtyard, then Gu Xiaocheng walked in, saw Fang Yingqing who was on the bed like a willow, and then looked at Shen Lianting, he knew what happened.

He was very embarrassed and said: "Your Highness, Yingqing just woke up this morning and his body is still weak, this..."

Shen Lianting hadn't visited Fang Yingqing since he was placed here, but for some reason, he made a sudden visit today for no reason, and Gu Xiaocheng really didn't know his purpose.

Not only Gu Xiaocheng, but even Ji Xiaoguang couldn't understand Shen Lianting's mind.

You said that he has a white moonlight in his heart, so he only sent some tonics for how many days, and didn't ask a few more questions.You say he doesn't care, but he is familiar with the place where Bai Yueguang lives.

It is indeed difficult to judge such inseparability.

"Yingqing, did the wound burst open?"

Seeing Fang Yingqing's bloody gauze, Gu Xiaocheng hurriedly called the two little eunuchs outside the door to come in: "Idiot, hurry up and change Mr. Fang's dressing!"

The little eunuch took the gauze and medicine powder and hurriedly changed Fang Yingqing's medicine.

Fang Yingqing's back really hurt badly, and the men who chased him slashed him several times.

Now the sore spot that hasn't healed is cracked again, and the wound is burning hot, and I can't speak anymore.

He glanced at Shen Lianting resentfully, with a tear in his eyes, he could only cooperate and lie on the bed, asking the little eunuch to change the medicine.

The small bamboo house was small at first, but later the young eunuchs searched for medicine in a hurry, and everyone paid no attention to Ji Xiaoguang, so he was squeezed into a corner pitifully.

Just now what Fang Yingqing said about Shen Lianting, Shen Lianting was not moved, he just glanced down at the scattered objects on the ground, and when there were more and more people in the hut, he silently retreated out.

The room already smelled strongly of medicine, but after changing the dressing and opening several medicine jars, the strong smell of medicine instantly filled the small space.

When Ji Xiaoguang saw Shen Lianting going out, he wanted him to take him with him, but when he opened his mouth, he was sneezed by the pungent smell of traditional Chinese medicine, so he huddled in the corner next to the medicine shelf and did not dare to move.

Footsteps were chaotic on the ground covered with green bamboo, creaking and creaking non-stop. Ji Xiaoguang squatted on the ground covering his nose, accidentally seeing things scattered on the ground.

Next to the bed is a small blue-bone fan, which is Fang Yingqing's favorite item, and he never leaves it.

And not far from the fan, there is a small sachet, embroidered with elegant patterns, and the edges are a little white and worn, which must be due to frequent wearing.

Ji Xiaoguang opened his eyes wide and suddenly became short of breath.

If you guessed right, this sachet contains the herbal medicine that can cure the residual poison on his face, the black-tailed phoenix.

As long as he eats it, his face will be saved.

A thought was about to move in his mind, but it was immediately pushed down.

No, no, the sachet is too far away from him, if you reach for it, you will definitely be found.

Ji Xiaoguang gritted his teeth unwillingly. Anyway, the old monk who ran away couldn't escape the temple. Fang Yingqing will live here for a long time, and there will definitely be a chance to steal it.

Gu Xiaocheng looked at Fang Yingqing's bloody back, and frowned slightly: "The medicine for golden sores is used up, hurry up and get a new bottle!"

The little eunuch hurried over to look for the golden sore medicine on the medicine shelf. He didn't care about anything, staggered, and accidentally kicked the sachet into a corner, and kicked it in front of Ji Xiaoguang.

Ji Xiaoguang just stared at the sachet who was close at hand.

Trust me, this is forcing me to commit a crime. I didn't force it, it sent it to my door.

Ji Xiaoguang chanted a few words of God's blessing, and was ecstatic in his heart. He reached out to take the sachet in his hand, but before he retracted his hand, he was stopped.

"You are the son who saved me that day?"

Ji Xiaoguang trembled, and looked up to see that Fang Yingqing had already changed the gauze, and someone behind him was helping him tidy up. Fang Yingqing was lying on the bed, looking at him with wandering eyes.

The flame in his heart was extinguished in an instant, and Ji Xiaoguang almost impulsively wanted to grab the sachet and run away.Just a little bit, just a little bit to take it away.

Fang Yingqing couldn't get up from the pain, her black hair was disheveled. After being fed tea, she softly said to Ji Xiaoguang who was squatting in the corner: "Young master, thank you very much."

Ji Xiaoguang's face was a little uneasy, and he thought that you can just give me the sachet, and you don't need to be polite to me.

If you do a rough calculation, Fang Yingqing is almost a few years older than Cannon Fodder, only a little older.

Fang Yingqing's figure is well-proportioned, and her figure is slim yet beautiful.But Ji Xiaoguang suffered nearly half a head more than him, and his whole body was much thinner.

These years, the cannon fodder has not had enough to eat or wear in the Xiaoyun School, and when it is time to grow up, he will make up for the nutrition that needs to be replenished, and he is as thin as a shrunken cucumber.

Although he has grown a lot of flesh since being taken in by Shen Lianting, there are some things that can never be made up for. Just because of his height alone, Ji Xiaoguang is directly inferior.

Fang Yingqing, a young man called Juanxiu, can barely be considered a fair and tender young man.

"I just made the young master laugh at me, the hospitality is not good, come and sit down."

Fang Yingqing waved his hand slightly, the little eunuch heard that an old bamboo chair and stool had been brought in, he glanced at it, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

Ji Xiaoguang stood holding the sachet for a while, and then walked slowly to the bed. Before he could sit down, Fang Yingqing said: "Young master, this sachet is mine." He spread it out to him. hand.

Ji Xiaoguang laughed dryly: "Haha, I picked it up for you just now."

He put the sachet into Fang Yingqing's hand very unwillingly, and watched the pigeons that he got soon fly away.

Fang Yingqing put the sachet under the cool pillow indiscriminately, and Junxiu's eyes drooped: "My father gave me this sachet, now that he's gone... I can only use the one left by his old man. A few things make people think about things.”

After finishing speaking, he sighed softly, with an indescribable sadness.

Ji Xiaoguang paused for a moment, then said in a dumb voice, "My condolences are in order..."

Something was wrong with Fang Yingqing, very wrong.

In the original novel, when Fang Yingqing was taken back to the Devil's Cult, she lost her memory for a period of time. From then on, with a green fan in her hand, she only read the famous biography of Qing History, yearning for the heroes of the Jianghu, and was out of tune with other people in the sect.

He doesn't like his status as the leader of the Demon Cult, and he has been at odds with his father for a long time, why is he suddenly so sad now?

Fang Yingqing didn't talk much, he was weak and uncomfortable, he didn't speak, Ji Xiaoguang could only sit, watching Fang Yingqing drink a bowl of medicinal soup, his face regained some color.

Fang Yingqing took the veil and wiped her mouth, looked at Ji Xiaoguang who had been left hanging for a long time, and said, "No matter what, I still want to thank you."

Ji Xiaoguang glanced at Gu Xiaocheng, who was standing at the window looking into the distance.

He didn't know what kind of medicine Fang Yingqing was selling in the gourd, so he said patiently, "I have to thank Commander Gu."

If you have something to say, can you finish it all together, be my three companions, or play with a kitten or puppy, just say a few words if you want to pay attention.

Fang Yingqing curled the corners of his mouth wearily: "You are right, I must thank you." After finishing speaking, he was speechless again.

"By the way." After a long time, Fang Yingqing said again: "Excuse me, why is the young master wearing a veil?"

Ji Xiaoguang said truthfully: "The appearance is terrifying, so I use the veil to cover my face."

Fang Yingqing let out a soft "um" after hearing this, and then said, "You..."

Ji Xiaoguang couldn't stand his whining look, and asked stiffly, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Fang Yingqing took a few breaths and shook his head: "I always feel that the young master looks familiar, maybe it is destined."

Ji Xiaoguang couldn't take it anymore, did he come here to talk trash?

The bamboo stool hurt his buttocks, thinking how Fang Yingqing was going to thank him?Leave him here for dinner?what to eatIs the medicine soup mixed with medicine dregs?

He finally couldn't sit still, and shouted at the door: "Shen Lianting."

Immediately there was a low voice asking outside the door: "What's the matter?"

Hearing Shen Lianting's voice, Ji Xiaoguang patted his heart silently.

It's okay, it's okay, after so long, he always suspected that Shen Lianting left him and left, so he called out tentatively, only to be sure that Shen Lianting had been standing outside waiting for him.

Before Ji Xiaoguang could speak, Shen Lianting walked in and said to him, "Let's go."

And Fang Yingqing looked at Shen Lianting in disbelief: "Why are you still here? Why do you take him away?"