[Old Nine Gates] This life is leisurely

"Buddha, you are injured, go and rest." The adjutant's thick and slender eyelashes fluttered slightly, his voice was deep and hoarse, but with a trace of unspoken concern, a pair of black eyes stared at the man sitting in front of the desk. people.

After experiencing all kinds of dangers in the mine, Zhang Qishan's face that was not very fleshy became even thinner. There was a faint tiredness between his brows and eyes, and the hand holding the pen was covered with fine scars. When it was rubbed out, the flesh rolled and dripped with blood.

Zhang Qishan raised his eyelids, smiled comfortingly at the adjutant, didn't care about his injury at all, and said, "It's nothing serious."

Suddenly he frowned again, and his tone gradually became serious, "How is the second master's injury?"

"Second Lord has skin trauma, and has been sent back to the house to rest." The adjutant's back was straight and loose, and the suit on his body was tailored very well. The temperament is volatile.

Knowing that the second master is well, Zhang Qishan frowned, but before a moment, he frowned again, "What about the other brothers?"

"Buddha, don't worry, they've all been sent back." The adjutant knew Buddha's temper, and he cared far more about others than himself.

"Get some money, distribute it to all the brothers, and tell them that this operation must not be leaked." As he said, Zhang Qishan's eyes slipped, and finally stayed on the letter paper he had just written on the desk.

This is a list, the yellowed paper lists the names of the soldiers who died in the mine this time, and there are some bloodstains, it is Zhang Qishan's hand, with his strong bones and muscular words, it is a bit sad and heavy for no reason .

"They all sacrificed their lives for the country. Only you, Buddha, can remember their names." Adjutant Zhang took the letter paper, and his eyes slowly scanned the names of the soldiers. Every time he saw a name, a voice appeared in his mind. He was also very familiar with him, everyone called each other brothers, but suddenly disappeared like this, turning into handfuls of loess, seeing him who was used to life and death since childhood, he was also somewhat depressed.

"According to the rules, treat family members generously." Zhang Qishan's lips were firmly pressed together between his teeth, his expression was solemn and somewhat bitter.

"Yes" Adjutant Zhang nodded imperceptibly, opened his mouth, but couldn't say what was lingering on his lips.At this moment, in this situation and in this situation, it seems that it is not suitable to talk about the love of my children, let's put it in the future.

When Yin Xinyue heard the news of Zhang Qishan's return, she didn't care about anything else, and hurried to the study, just in time to see Adjutant Zhang who was hesitant, but her heart was all on Zhang Qishan, and she didn't pay much attention.

Adjutant Zhang paused, nodded slightly to show respect, and immediately left with a slightly hasty pace.

"Buddha, how did you get hurt?" Yin Xinyue was still wearing the pink dress she met Wen Yuchu, but this time her face was no longer bright and flamboyant, replaced by a deep worry.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay," Zhang Qishan's voice was a little helpless, and Yin Xinyue let Yin Xinyue look at his hands, "I'll be fine after two days of rest, it's okay." His tone unconsciously revealed weakness and exhaustion.

"You said it's okay again," Yin Xinyue bit her lower lip, wanting to get angry, but seeing Zhang Qishan's appearance, she was reluctant to lose her temper with him, "You always don't take care of your body,"

For a moment, her expression flashed two points of loss and powerlessness, but she recovered quickly, "Fortunately, I have the foresight to invite a doctor, she will be here soon, let her show you later, but This person you also..."

Before Yin Xinyue could finish speaking, Zhang Qishan interrupted her, "No need." He twitched his eyebrows, exuding a cold air, but with his serious injury now, it can only set off his facial features even more steep, And this has no deterrent effect on Yin Xinyue.

"No." Yin Xinyue looked at him quietly with slightly shallow pupils, but there was an extremely firm rejection in her eyes.

Seeing that resistance was unsuccessful, Zhang Qishan nodded helplessly and agreed.

(Shizhi: Actually, you are always reluctant.

Buddha: Adjutant, pull this person down and kill him.

Shizhi: Lord Buddha, I was wrong [hug head], I didn't say anything just now. )

Zhang Qishan sat on the velvet sofa for two people, his two long legs were in the shape of a figure eight, his hands were clenched into fists, his upper body leaned forward slightly, his eyes were fixed on the ground, and he ignored Yin Xinyue who was sitting on the side to express his dissatisfaction. There is a gas called Leng Li all over his body.

"You don't want the doctor to see you if you're injured." Yin Xinyue helplessly looked at Zhang Qishan who was exuding a coercive aura, but when he thought that he was trying to get angry with her, he just found it funny.

"But why did you hire a female doctor?" Zhang Qishan narrowed his eyes slowly, and a coldness gradually appeared in the dark and narrow eyes.

"Don't you know that in the eyes of doctors, patients are gender-neutral?" Accompanied by a familiar voice, the door of the living room was pushed open, and it was Wen Yu who came, holding a small box.

Wen Yu first glanced at Yin Xinyue, who was smiling happily, and said to Zhang Qishan word by word through gritted teeth: "I. Dear. Love. Big brother."

Zhang Qi Shancheng raised his eyes suddenly, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, then he turned his head to look at Yin Xinyue, hesitant to speak.

Yin Xinyue raised her eyebrows, knowing the meaning expressed in Master Zhang's eyes, she said empathetically, "I've seen Wen Yu a long time ago, at Xie Jiuye's house."

Wen Yu... Xie Jiuye...

Zhang Qishan lowered his eyelids and understood Yin Xinyue's vague meaning.The corners of the eyes, which were originally raised slightly, looked narrower and narrower now, and were gathered under a pair of eyebrows with the same curvature.

"I don't know when my sister became a doctor." Zhang Qishan glanced at Wen Yu with a half-smile, "And why did you come? I haven't sent anyone to deliver the news to Lao Jiu yet."

"I invited you here." Yin Xinyue gave Zhang Qishan a slight look, hugged Wen Yu, and dragged her to the position next to Zhang Qishan, "Let's talk about what's not there, hurry up and see the injury. After reading it, you guys Take your time, there is plenty of time.”

Wen Yu gave Yin Xinyue a small smile, "Thank you sister-in-law." She stopped bickering and focused on Zhang Qishan's injury.

It's serious enough, Wen Yu lowered his brows and sighed, and glanced at Zhang Qishan, who was calm and composed, from the corner of his eye, and the gloom between his brows dissipated a little.

The originally slender and beautiful hand was now scarred and bloody, and she felt pain even looking at it.Although it was only a skin trauma, people say that the pain is not good because the fingers are connected to the heart, but this person didn't care at all, as if it wasn't his own hand.

And...Wen Yu's gaze froze, and his gaze stayed on Zhang Qishan's neck...the bloodstain...

Turning her head and looking at Yin Xinyue with apologetic eyes, she said, "Sister-in-law, you don't mind letting elder brother take off his shirt."

Yin Xinyue was in a daze when she heard Wen Yu's voice, which broke her thoughts: "Ah, it's okay, you can take it off." It seems that Wen Yu is really not a girl. When she saw Wen Yu talking about various western medicines before, she was just skeptical .In addition, it was too far to invite a doctor to Zhang's residence, so she was asked to try.But such a professional performance cannot be achieved in just a few months.

However, Zhang Qishan had a rather complicated look in his eyes. He silently looked at Yin Xinyue, who was no longer in a state, for a moment, then glanced at Wen Yu again, and got up neatly.

Sure enough... Judging by the depth and shape of the wound, the neck wound was caused by a dagger.Daggers are generally not used as hidden weapons in tomb passages. Even if they encounter zongzi or the like in the tomb passage, it is impossible to have enough wisdom to use such a weapon, and it is wounded in such a deadly position as the neck.

Furthermore, with Zhang Qishan's skills, even if she met the opponent in the tomb, she would not believe that someone could hurt him in this position, after all, there are adjutants and the others.

Even if it was caused by the enemy, the wound must be in the three forms of "一", "丿" and "丨". It does not rule out that the opponent is left-handed.But then again, it is impossible for Zhang Qishan to meet his opponent in the mine, because...

She asked Adjutant Zhang.

(Shizhi: Here are those who are looking forward to the reasoning of the heroine. Raise your hand.)

However, Zhang Qishan's wound was "丝" and could only be scratched by himself. Although the scratch was a bit ruthless, it cleverly avoided the vital point.

Wen Yu's face had a faint and calm air, but she had some innumerable questions in her heart, but she didn't ask any questions, but pressed her lips hard so that its outline was no longer soft.

The author has something to say: The author Sang, I feel very sad. Originally, the author Sang downloaded the drama of Lao Jiumen, was watching Er Ye, and memorized the lines, and planned to insert the heroine's plot.In the morning, I also read the original text of Lao Jiumen, and went to the post bar to plan how the second master would write.

However. . . . . .An unfortunate thing happened.

The author is going to work, and my mother found this job for me.

In fact, this is nothing, the author had to go to social practice, of course, the update time will be discounted. →_→←_←

The real misfortune is that my brother smashed my tablet... smashed... smashed T_T(#?Д?)(⊙﹏⊙

The author’s tablet→_→for learning, ╮(╯_╰)╭Well, you won’t believe me, the author used it to watch TV shows, but there are also some learning apps.

Really, look at my sincere eyes→_→@[email protected], now is the era of digitalization, the author intends to write down the notes on the computer.

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But the author Sang doesn't like to use a computer, but likes to use a tablet and a mobile phone? ←_← I also use a mobile phone to write novels.

But the phone is Android, some apps can't be used, blah blah blah.The screen is broken, although it can still be used, but as an author with a bit of intermittent perfectionism, seeing that crack makes me feel cold

of.The desire to die is gone, and the heart that has been brewing for a long time to write is extremely sad.

The above is before writing

I'm going to work tomorrow, so the update is really not guaranteed, try your best.This chapter was written by staying up late, and it took 3.5 hours to write, not counting the time for checking information. (≧▽≦) Stop talking and go to sleep.

The cousin role is gone