The short-knife man said, "Flesh wounds, it should be fine, let your subordinates go down and ask." ”

He lightly buttoned the bamboo door and said, "Old man Fan, Miss has something to ask." ”

The bamboo door opened, and the sweaty old man Fan came to the courtyard and bowed to Liu Zhen'er.

Liu Zhen'er returned the salute and said, "Doctor Fan has worked hard, is the person still alive?"

Old man Fan took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood on his hands, and said, "Alive, alive, although the shoulders hurt the muscles and bones, they are not fatal, but the lower abdomen is more serious, it is an old injury that needs to be slowly recuperated." ”

Liu Zhen'er was surprised: "What? There is also an injury to the lower abdomen?"

Old man Fan smiled bitterly and said, "Although this person is not very old, he has eight or nine wounds on his body, hey, he is also a hard-working person." Why don't you go and see for yourself? ”

Looking at the shocking wounds on Yang Qingfeng's body, everyone was moved. Liu Zhen'er had a different mentality, and sighed, "This is the person I promise to be with you for the rest of my life." ”

Old man Fan suddenly exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Tsk, who is so vicious and ruined Miss Xiaomo's handsome appearance." ”

The little foam girl looked at Yang Qingfeng embarrassedly, and Old Man Fan didn't say anything more, and took out the ointment to smear the wound on it.

After a long time, Liu Zhen'er said, "You all go, except for sending some daily necessities, you are not allowed to come again." ”

Old man Fan instructed some things such as the time to change the dressing, and left with the bamboo basket on his back.

The short knife man was reluctant, but he didn't dare to say more, so he just said that Yang Qingfeng's belongings were on the table, and he went out with everyone.

The room was quiet, Liu Zhen'er stared blankly at Yang Qingfeng's wounds, involuntarily stretched out her slender fingers, stroked each wound, skipped her neck, and stayed on her immature face. She frowned, and said in her heart, "The facial features are quite good, but he is rustic, can he really avenge his father?"

Suddenly she smiled evilly, and the evil smile didn't look so evil on her face, because a woman with a beautiful face sneezed beautifully.

She flipped out the pen and ink, the corners of her mouth rose, her eyes rolled, and she remembered her father's beard and drew the first stroke. Covering his mouth and snickering, he concentrated on the artistic creation......

She held her chin in both hands, looked carefully for a long time, and filled in a few strokes from time to time, at this moment Yang Qingfeng's whole face was blackened by ink, which was painting a beard, obviously painted with a layer of black charcoal. Liu Zhen'er seemed to be angry with her own painting level, and threw the brush on the ground in frustration.

Yang Qingfeng woke up from a stupor, already experienced, opened his heavy eyes slightly, and vaguely saw a woman beside his bed, thinking it was Yun Danxi, stretched out his hand to touch his face, Liu Zhen'er was stunned, wanted to dodge, but only moved a little, and let the hands touch his face, and in an instant, his fair face was a little more crimson.

Yang Qingfeng made a difficult voice from her throat, although it was not clear, but she heard it clearly, the sentence was "you...... Good...... Beautiful ......"

Being touched by a strange man for the first time since she was born, Liu Zhen'er's heart beat faster, it was difficult to breathe, although she was uncomfortable, but she told her in her heart that she was not annoyed!

She pursed her lips in frustration and tilted her head. Seeing that Yang Qingfeng's lips were chapped, he poured a glass of water, and wanted to feed him to drink, trying several times, going in less and going out more, and said in his heart, "Will he be thirsty to death." ”

After thinking about it, he found a thin bamboo tube, inserted it into Yang Qingfeng's mouth, and poured water into the tube, but most of it spilled.

After a long ideological struggle, I was finally persuaded by that oath, and secretly said, "Anyway, he will be my husband in the future, and there is nothing to be embarrassed about." ”

She was immediately relieved, she drank a large sip of water in her mouth, and her cheeks were propped up, like a coquettish girl, like that cute. Shyly approached the bamboo tube, the moment his lips touched the bamboo tube, he closed his eyes and slowly sent the water in his mouth to Yang Qingfeng's mouth, and the whole process lasted for a long time...... For a long time......

Early in the morning, Liu Zhen'er boiled the gruel, came to Yang Qingfeng's bed, picked up the bamboo tube, took a mouthful of porridge herself, and fed him with water.

Yang Qingfeng noticed a sweetness seeping into his mouth, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a face that was so beautiful that he was suffocated, with delicate skin, round face, long eyelashes, straight nose bridge, and delicate red lips squirming on the bamboo tube, and said in his heart, "Is it a ghost? Is it a god? or a demon?" If the legendary female ghost who sucks away a man's soul looks like this, it is estimated that all men in the world will be eager to try. ”

He was thinking wildly, Liu Zhen'er had vomited out the porridge in his mouth, and he got up to come again, when he suddenly noticed that Yang Qingfeng was staring straight at him, and let out a startled "Ah!"

Yang Qingfeng was frightened by this voice, and said secretly, "A female ghost is really a female ghost, and it won't be very comfortable in this way." ”

Liu Zhen'er turned her back to him shyly, pretending to be calm, and said, "You...... Are you awake?"

He wondered, "Can you speak?"

Liu Zhen'er was stunned and said, "Of course I can speak." ”

"And you're human?"

Liu Zhen'er turned around, touched her forehead with concern, and said, "It's not very hot." ”

Yang Qingfeng asked, "Who are you, what did you do to me just now?"

Liu Zhen'er didn't expect him to ask this question, and she didn't know how to answer for a while, remembering the scene last night, she turned her back shyly again.

Young boys and girls, bamboo forests, flowers and plants, isolated from the world, smoke curling, comfortable, calm as water, the breath of life is particularly strong at this moment.

A woman who gives her heart to her, she can do anything, and she can do nothing.

She can burn fires and chop wood, she can sew and do laundry, she can carry water for cooking, and she can talk about the past and the present and recite poetry.

She can't be ignored, she can't be cold, she can't get up without saying good night, and she can't go to bed without saying good night.

In the middle of the night, the narrow bamboo house will make her feel spacious, and what she says is always heard on the other end for a long time, but she can hear it immediately after the other party finishes speaking.

So she drove him to the other end, slept on the bed where he had stolen, and said, "You speak." ”

It's been a long time...... The other end of the room said, "Say what?"

She was angry and silent.

During the day, he lay in bed and watched her cut the bamboo house in half with her sword, and she said, "Blocking the view of the moon." In fact, she thought that this would allow her to talk freely with him.

At night, when the bamboo house was fully lit, and the moonlight could see through the curtains, the woman tried to ask, "Tell me a story." ”

Sure enough, the man quickly replied, "What are you talking about?"

The woman smiled happily, she succeeded, thought for a moment and said, "Tell me the story of your heart." ”

This sentence touched the heart of a man, and in his heart there was a smart and clever girl, who knew everything, knew everything, could be eccentric, could be empathetic, sometimes dignified, sometimes shy and moving. He couldn't help but tell the story of getting along with the girl......