The God of Raiders dressed as Pan Jinlian

After saying this, Fu Zhenhong turned his body slightly, propped his hands back on the edge of the wooden table, and then lifted his face a little so that Wu Zhi could wipe it for him.

Wu Zhi held a plain handkerchief in his hand, and his eyes fell on the man's flawless face.

Under the light that diffused into the room, this delicate and fat-like skin revealed a somewhat transparent whiteness, and Wu Zhi could even see the fine hairs on the man's face.

Even the flour stuck to the cheeks and the tip of the nose did not detract from the man's beauty in the slightest.

Because of the angle, Wu Zhi could vaguely see the indigo veins on the opponent's raised neck.The thin white and long neck was graceful and fragile, as if he could cut it off with a little force as long as he stretched out his hand and pinched it.

Wu Zhi's face under the mask showed a kind of indifference, but at the moment his eyes did not change at all, still perfectly interpreting the character image that Wu Zhi should have.

His eyes fell on Fu Zhenhong's face, focused and serious.

In the next second, he raised the hand holding the handkerchief to wipe the flour off Fu Zhenhong's face.

His handkerchief first brushed Fu Zhenhong's cheeks, and then Fu Zhenhong's nose.The speed is very slow, the movements are very light, and very cautious, as if afraid of making Fu Zhenhong's skin red.

Those half-downcast, focused eyes, as well as delicate and gentle movements, if others look at it, they will probably feel a kind of true love.

But behind this tender act, there are hidden undercurrents, only the two parties know each other well.

After Wu Zhi wiped off the flour stains on Fu Zhenhong's face, he went out to clean up the sesame seed stall.

When he pushed in the biscuit stand and wooden benches outside, Fu Zhenhong said, "There are many things missing in this room, and today's biscuits are sold out, so you can buy back all the missing things."

Hearing this, Wu Zhi was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking, and after a few seconds, he nodded and said, "Okay."

Satisfied, Fu Zhenhong picked up the book Wu Zhi had bought, randomly selected a book, and prepared to read to pass the time.

Seeing this, Wu Zhi said, "I may not come back until sunset. I'll cook some food for you now. At noon, if you're hungry, you can heat up the food and eat it."

When Fu Zhenhong heard Wu Zhi's words, his hand holding the book paused slightly, and he looked at Wu Zhi: "Do you want to come back after applying for the time?"

Wu Zhi nodded, and hummed in a low voice.

He needs to go to the Qinghe Mountain on the outskirts of Qinghe County, where there is a very special herb called Huanxi Grass.The efficacy of Huanxi grass is very miraculous, it can repair festered skin and remove various scars, whether it is a burn or a sword wound, it can be healed under the treatment of Huanxi grass.

Although this herb is called Huanxi Grass, it grows on cliffs. At first glance, its appearance is not much different from ordinary weeds, and it is not very eye-catching, so almost no one knows that Huanxi Grass has undergone complicated processing procedures. After that, there will be a more miraculous healing effect than gold sore medicine.

The reason why Wu Zhi knew this was because he was poisoned by Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing in his previous life, and when he was wandering in the world in the state of a soul for decades, he saw an old genius doctor use it.

The old genius doctor lived alone at the bottom of a valley, under a high cliff, isolated from the outside world.This old genius doctor is not only superb in medical skills, but also skillful in using poison.

At that time, Wu Zhi, who was a lonely soul, learned a lot from this old genius doctor.Medicine, poison, and self-defense.

Later, the old miracle doctor died of old age at the bottom of the valley when he became a lonely soul No. 20 years.After he got out of the valley, he started to wander aimlessly again.

At that time, he didn't know how far the world he was in was different from the time he lived in, and he didn't know if there was some kind of time leap in it.

Because two months after his death, he was struck by a thunderbolt, and then he was inexplicably drawn into the vortex-like darkness.And when he opened his eyes again, his lonely soul appeared at the bottom of a completely unfamiliar valley, and saw that old miracle doctor.

Thinking of the Huanxi grass used by the old genius doctor, Wu Zhi was very thankful that in his last life, when he was very young, he had seen Huanxi grass on Qinghe Mountain.

As long as the Huanxi grass is treated in a special way, and insist on applying it to the face for half an hour every day, the traces on his face will disappear completely in less than half a year.

Since God gave him this chance to be reborn, he naturally couldn't waste this chance.

[Xiaohong, this Dalang will not be back until near sunset, he is definitely going to do something behind your back. ]

[Um. ]

[You just let him go like this, this big man is a crazy critic inside. ]

[Crazy batch? ]

Fu Zhenhong chuckled, the more crazy Wu Zhi criticized, the more interesting his strategies would be.

The weak chicken system couldn't help shaking its wits.Right!No matter how crazy the Chosen Child of Destiny is, he is not as scary as Xiaohong.

Seeing that the man didn't ask any more questions, Wu Zhi thought that the other party had acquiesced to his words, so he said, "Then I'll cook now."

After saying that, Wu Zhi turned around and prepared to go to the kitchen.

Fu Zhenhong called him to stop: "Wait."

Wu Zhi turned his head and looked at Fu Zhenhong suspiciously.

Fu Zhenhong said directly: "I don't know how to heat food, so I can't use the stove." Fu Zhenhong's words were mixed.He came to this world for vacation, so he naturally came here to make himself comfortable.

As for what Wu Zhi would think, whether he felt that he was too demanding, difficult to serve, or something else, was not in his consideration.

Wu Zhi stared at him for two seconds, then said, "Then I'll make you some glutinous rice cakes."

Fu Zhenhong didn't speak, but seemed to be thinking.

Seeing this, Wu Zhi said, "You don't need to heat up the glutinous rice cake, it tastes better when it's cooled."

Hearing the second half of the sentence, Fu Zhenhong nodded: "Okay, then you can do it."

Wu Zhi made the glutinous rice cake very quickly, and it didn't take long for him to make the glutinous rice cake.Putting the small white glutinous cakes on the plate, Wu Zhi walked out of the kitchen, and said to the man who was reading a book, "The glutinous rice cakes are inside, I'll go out first."

Fu Zhen didn't raise her red head, but only hummed lightly.

Wu Zhi didn't say much anymore, turned around and walked out the door.

After Wu Zhi left, Fu Zhenhong was the only one left in the room. He sat at the table and looked at the book in his hand.

The books and paintings that Wu Zhi bought back were of various types, and the book in Fu Zhenhong's hand was called Bianzhou Fu.

The content of the book mainly talks about the capital of Bianzhou, that is, some customs and customs of Tokyo. Of course, it also describes some innocuous and interesting things that happened between some princes and nobles and ordinary people.

The world he lives in is a parallel world in the late Northern Song Dynasty.

In this era, calligraphers and painters are popular, and there are all literati and inkmen.

Seeing some paintings about Tokyo in this book, Fu Zhenhong couldn't help thinking of Zhang Zeduan, a famous painter in the Northern Song Dynasty who lived in Tokyo and painted the Riverside Scene during the Qingming Festival.

According to the information Fu Zhenhong learned, the identity of this famous painter in the late Northern Song Dynasty is a mystery, and there is no relevant record in the history books.Zhang Zeduan, together with his book Qingming Riverside Picture, only has a brief summary of 85 characters.

Although this is a parallel time and space, it would be interesting if he could meet Zhang Zeduan in this world.

When Fu Zhenhong saw almost half of Bianzhou Fu, it was already noon.

Fu Zhenhong put down the book, went to the kitchen and ate the glutinous rice cake that Wu Zhi made for him.The taste of this glutinous rice cake is even better than Fu Zhenhong imagined, soft and delicious, sweet but not greasy.

After eating the pastry, Fu Zhenhong continued to read the book.

As You time approached, it became a bit noisy outside the house, and several people were talking outside.

Fu Zhenhong's hearing is very keen, even through a wall, he can clearly hear the conversation of these people——

"Have you heard that Song Die committed suicide!"

"Song Die? Which Song Die is it?"

"Which Song Die could it be! Just Zhang Yuanwai's maidservant who grew up with Pan Jinlian!"

"How can a good person commit suicide?"

"I don't know about that, but I also heard about another thing about the Zhang family."

"Oh? What's the matter, tell me quickly, don't keep it up."

"It's Zhang Yuezhou, Zhang Yuanwai's son-in-law, who has been clamoring to come to see Pan Jinlian, and even wants to climb over the wall after being grounded!"

"What do you think Pan Jinlian poured on the father and son of the Zhang family? How did he fascinate the father and son!"

"Of course it's because Pan Jinlian is pretty!"

"Can this beauty be eaten?"

"You don't understand this. People with large families don't have to worry about food and clothing. Think about it..."

Fu Zhenhong didn't listen to the latter words. Whether it was Song Die or Zhang Yuanwai's family, they were irrelevant to him.

Before Wu Zhi left, he said that he would come back around sunset. At half past You Hour, Wu Zhi, who had disappeared for several hours, pushed open the door and came back from the outside.

He bought many things, including wooden boards for the soft couch.

Fu Zhenhong noticed some abrasions on the back of Wu Zhi's hand, and scratches of different shades on the back, and some parts of the clothes were scratched.

Wu Zhi noticed Fu Zhenhong's gaze, and he had thought of the corresponding reasons, but the other party didn't ask the reason, didn't even mention it, as if he didn't care about it.

At this moment, Wu Zhi didn't know whether he should be thankful for Pan Jinlian's indifference, or what.

Fu Zhenhong said, "I'm waiting for you to set up the couch."

Wu Zhi responded, and carried the stacked planks upstairs.

Fu Zhenhong followed closely behind.

It took some time for Wu Zhi to build the soft couch, and finally he took out a new mat from the cabinet, cut the size of the mat with the tools he bought, and spread it on tightly.

After finishing all this, the time is almost at Xu time.

When Wu Zhi was about to make dinner, Fu Zhenhong stopped him: "Would you like to take care of your injuries?" He leaned his back against the door and asked in a calm tone.

After finishing speaking, before Wu Zhi could reply, Fu Zhenhong said again: "Go get a basin of water, and I'll help you treat the wound on your back." His tone was still indifferent, but the words he said revealed There was a vague, undeniable strength.

Wu Zhi turned his head, and he looked at Fu Zhenhong. The eyes under the mask were like the deep and dark sky in midsummer night, and the light and shadow of light and dark flickered in the bottom of his eyes. :

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyelids, and said calmly: "You cook with your wounds, I'm afraid it will affect the taste of the food."