Dress to be a celebrity

Song Shi confronted his parents' anger and settled the matter.

In any case, the two of them came out in front of the imperial court, and they drove Huan Ling out as soon as they got home, which easily aroused suspicion.This morning, it must be the Ma family who want to frame Huan Ling. If the frame fails once, there must be another time.Maybe someone is watching the movement of their house right now, ready to be impeached at any time, so they themselves should keep calm and not teach others to catch the handle.

So he took Huan Ling back to the house first - seeing that he was tied with thorns just now, his back was covered with blood, he had to treat it first, otherwise the thorns would be covered with dirt, which would easily cause infection.

Song Shi dragged Huan Ling to the side yard where he lived.His parents and brothers couldn't stop him, and seeing that the clothes on Huan Ling's back were really bloody, they were also a little worried that he was seriously injured, so they didn't dare to stop them, and watched them leave holding hands.

It's too big to stay!

The whole family hated and felt helpless, and when they returned to the main hall, the old lady and sons grabbed Mr. Song and asked how they were doing in the court hall.

And Song Shi took Huan Ling to his room and closed the door. Huan Ling couldn't help but hugged him by the waist, spun him around, buried his head in his chest, and called "Shi Guan'er" excitedly, dumbfounded. Said: "Today's event really never occurred to me in my whole life... How can we tell our father and mother, how can we be so open and aboveboard——"

Slow down!Who said they just slept in the same room so openly?

Just bring him back for a dose of medicine, and he will definitely have to sleep in a separate room at night, there is no such a step!

He asked Huan Ling to hold him against the wall, and he had nowhere to draw his strength. His back was sore, and he didn't dare to put his legs on his waist. Where are you rubbing your legs crossed?

So I had no choice but to press his shoulders, kicked his legs twice with my toes, and shouted angrily: "Put me down, or your back will bleed, and I won't even give you medicine!"

Huan Ling rubbed his face in his arms again, and was finally willing to put him down.Only after letting him go, he changed his face again and taught Song Shi not to be too impulsive: "You really shouldn't have come forward this morning. I originally refused this matter long ago, and my grandfather didn't do it either." It would be easy to leave an excuse for others, but it is just two articles of impeachment by the censor, and we can get rid of the crime by defending ourselves. You rashly admit that the two of us have selfishness, and everyone knows it. Your reputation is terrible. What should I do?"

He was happy in his heart, but he was still a little worried about Song Shi.

At this time, he is only an editor of the Imperial Academy, and it is not a big deal to be contaminated with some romantic crimes. At most, he will be called "celebrity and madness". Being dignified and stable will eventually hinder the future.

Song Shi told him to speak impatiently, so he waved his hands and said, "My father used to persuade me to learn, but you persuaded officials just after you married into our family? Take off your clothes! I don't seek fame and wealth, I only want It is enough to leave a name in the history books!"

Anyway, he is the second person in Sanyuan and the second person in this dynasty. He came out of the closet at that time... tied for No.1. Zaju, the actual performance is not only enough to be listed on Baidu Encyclopedia, but also a professional professional history textbook, which is worth it in this life!

He was still talking about Huan Ling, and went to find the wound medicine himself.

It's just that he didn't remember where the wound medicine was at home, so he planned to ask Shuxiang to come in and help find it. Huan Ling fell behind his back and reminded: "The medicinal materials I gave you last time were specially designed for healing wounds. I gave it to the local commander when I was patrolling at the Shaanxi border. It is called Wumingyi, and it can be used after smashing it and mixing it with sesame oil. I remember that you put it in the box in the west corner of the outer room."

He looked at Song Shi's collection yesterday and remembered it clearly.Song Shi went out and asked his family to boil a pot of water, boil the white cloth, and then bring in a clean medicine bowl and sesame oil. He went to the outside room to dig out the package of medicine, and returned to the house with the medicine.

The venetian curtains in that room were drawn, and the light was slightly dim, but it couldn't stop a strong, tall, dazzlingly white figure from crashing into his eyes.

When he saw the cold weather in early September, he took off his long shirt and middle coat so quickly, revealing his blood-stained back.Perhaps it was a bit chilly in the room, he bowed his back slightly, lowered his neck, and his muscles trembled slightly, which seemed a bit pitiful.

Song Shi's footsteps couldn't help but lighten a little, his fingers lightly touched the intact flesh beside the wound, and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

The muscles on Huan Ling's back suddenly tightened, and his back straightened a bit, as if trying to avoid his hand in a reserved manner, and also suppressed his throat and said, "It doesn't hurt."

It was just a few flesh wounds, which didn't hurt much at first, but he didn't feel any pain when he touched them so lightly.

Huan Ling even wanted him to just hug him like this. It doesn't matter if the wound on his body hurts a little, the more it hurts, the more truly he can feel the earth-shaking changes this morning.

Last night, he could only enter the ancestral hall in the name of sworn brothers, but now he has become the "insider" who "married" into his family.It is still a real family that has passed through the eyes of grandfather, Taishan, Taishui, uncles and sisters-in-law.

The name doesn't matter, what matters is that he is in the Song family, and Shi Guan'er finally admitted that he is interested in him.

Huan Ling was thinking to himself, when suddenly there was a real pain from behind.It was painful at first, and then I realized that there was heat in the pain, and he rubbed hard on his back, and water flowed down from his back, soaking the fabric around his waist.

Only then did he realize that it was Song Shi who took a hot wet cloth and rubbed it on his wound.

After using the cloth once, put it directly on the chair, and wipe it with a new cloth.After wiping four or five pieces of cloth, his back was red and red, and he couldn't tell where he was injured and where he was not, so he put down the wet cloth and prepared to mix the medicine for him.

But the bag of medicine is brown, and it seems to be covered with a thin layer of soil, dirty... Can it be used?

He asked tactfully, "Does this medicine have to be washed before use?"

Huan Ling said: "No, this medicine is refined, it's not dirty, it's just because it's a stone medicine, and it's born with this color. I saw that the frontline military doctors used it by crushing it like this, or adding sesame oil to blend, or adding Grind the water into a medicinal juice and rub it on the affected area."

Chi Jing dangled around the room with his upper body on, his pectoral muscles, abdominal muscles and oblique muscles were clearly visible, and Song Shi, who was jealous, didn't want to disinfect him anymore, so he just washed his hands and took a spoonful of medicine like a small yam bean Put the grains in a stone bowl and slowly grind them into pieces.

When some small clods are crushed, there is a purple luster inside them, which is quite beautiful, unlike ordinary clods, what kind of ore is it?He was a little curious, and with one hand holding the medicine bowl to grind the medicine powder, he opened the Jinjiang Literature Network in his mind and searched for "nameless strange".

——Anyway, it’s just a wound medicine. Just look at the previous introduction and know what it is. It’s not worth spending money to download.

With that in mind, he casually clicked on a magazine preview, and saw the words "pyrolurite" written in the abstract at the beginning of the article.

锰！

potassium permanganate!

What experiment did he do with potassium permanganate in junior high school?

Although he forgot the experiment, he could not forget that potassium permanganate is a very good disinfectant, which can wash apples, sterilize the ground, and sterilize wounds... It seems that it can also cure hemorrhoids.

Of course, he has never had hemorrhoids, but this does not prevent him from thinking that this potassium permanganate is worth 15 yuan for a master's thesis.

He lowered his eyes and searched for potassium permanganate again, browsing through the titles and abstracts of the papers. The more he read, the more he felt that this chemical preparation had a wide range of uses, and it was not only worth a master's thesis, it was worth two or three doctoral theses——

It is a magic medicine that can disinfect and cure diseases at home, smelt steel, and make explosives. It is worth spending all the money in the account, staying up late writing small papers and getting bald for it!

Song Shi's spirit was excited by the stimulation of potassium permanganate. He smashed a bowl of Wumingyi, mixed it with sesame oil to make a thick syrup, and dipped a new hot brush in the medicine and brushed it on the wound.

Those wounds stretched from the back of the neck to the waist in bits and pieces. There were simple cut blood lines, and small and deep gashes pierced by thorns. The flesh was rolled up and the edges were slightly white. Song Shi couldn't help frowning. The passion that was just stimulated by potassium permanganate has dropped a lot.

This silly boy, he can just carry a smoother branch, so why is he really carrying thorns?After reading for so many years, I don't know how to be flexible!

Song Shi smeared the medicinal juice on his back thickly, and scolded him for his mischief.The small wounds pierced by these thorns are deep, and the thorns are covered with dirt and dust. In this era, the medical conditions are not good. What if I get infected?

He didn't want to make it too serious, so he just said: "You are so injured, don't you feel the pain when riding a horse? The case of the Ministry of War will be tried by the three divisions. You must not have a day off duty. You run around with your injury every day. When should I run away?"

Tsk, if I wasn't afraid of bleeding him again, I should have beaten him hard on the back to make him feel so bad, so that I can remember not to be stupid again in the future!

Song Shi applied a dry cloth to his wound again, tied the dressing on his body with thin cloth strips, and tapped hard on the uninjured shoulder: "Okay, I will recuperate honestly from now on, and change the dressing and dressing every morning and evening. If you don't feel better in two days, go to the imperial doctor."

They may not be able to invite the established imperial physicians in the Imperial Academy, but ordinary medical officers are still easy to invite.Huan Ling couldn't see it himself, so he checked the recovery situation when he bandaged the wound in the morning and evening, if the recovery was not good, he would call a doctor as soon as possible, so as not to delay the treatment.

He tapped it, then pinched it jealously, he really couldn't accept that such a frail scholar with white and tender clothes under his clothes was more developed than his deltoid muscles.The arms are also strong, and he can lift him up with two hands. How did the arms grow?Why not grow it on him?

Song Shi studied it smoothly from top to bottom. When he touched his wrist, the hand suddenly turned around and grabbed his wrist, and slid up the wide sleeve to pinch his arm.

He jerked violently, wanting to pull his hand out, but Huan Ling turned around and pulled him into his arms, enduring the pain in his back when he bumped in, and kissed him delicately all the way from his forehead down.

Song Shi poked around in his arms a few times, touching the wound, his body couldn't help being a little stiff, and his breathing was short of breath.Song Shi didn't dare to struggle too much. He first touched the white cloth behind him to make sure it wasn't wet, then stepped on his feet, and scolded him in a low voice: "You're crazy, what if my father comes in!"

Huan Ling shifted his gaze, looked at the blinds he had closed when Song Shi went to get the medicine, and replied with a smile: "Father and brothers have been married for so many years, don't you know what our newlyweds are thinking?" ? Don't worry, they will never come to find us... I don't do anything, how can I be inappropriate in this day and night?"

He raised his hand to press Song Shi's eyes, and kissed his lips measuredly.