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Chapter 147: The Story of the Journey (Part II)

While thinking about it, Fan Hongdao couldn't help but take a few more looks. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThere should be no plastic surgery technology in these years, so this face must be all-natural, and it is three-dimensional, without heavy makeup and retouching effects.

At this time, Fan Hongdao forgot how rude he was to stare at a woman like this in this era. Even the coachman next to him couldn't help but shake his head secretly, the son who was driving today didn't seem to be serious enough, and he couldn't walk when he met a foxy woman.

It wasn't until the young woman glanced at Fan Hongdao fiercely, muttered a few words in her mouth, and turned back that Fan Hongdao realized that he was wrong.

Pressing the embarrassment, Fan Hongdao looked at the situation in the temple. The area occupied by this temple is not planned to be too large, and the most attractive place at the moment is naturally by the fire. It's freezing snow outside, and having a fire to bake is one of the most wonderful things.

But this fire belongs to someone else, and Fan Hongdao was "rude" just now, so I was really embarrassed to rush over like this.

He thought about it, then pointed to the patient lying on the ground and asked, "Dare to ask the little lady, what is the disease of this person on the ground?"

The little lady with an Internet celebrity face ignored Fan Hongdao, it seems that she did not have a good impression of Fan Hongdao just now. Fan Hongdao was helpless and asked again: "We have some medicines in the car, which may be able to treat the symptoms." ”

Only then did the little lady face Fan Hongdao again and replied: "My father suddenly felt a cold wind on the road, and he rested in the temple in a hurry. ”

The characters transported by the post carriage are generally officials and magnates, and their identities are not different. Therefore, the carriage also has common medicines to supply emergency use, so that the big people will not be unable to find the medicine after they fall ill urgently. Wind chill is a common disease in autumn and winter, and this medicine is naturally not missing in the car.

So Fan Hongdao said to the driver: "Lao drove to the car outside the door and took the medicine." ”

But the coachman was reluctant to go, and the drugs in the car were all kept by him, and it would be reasonable to use them on the people who were in the car.

But the father and daughter in the temple are not people who ride in the car, and the other is not like a rich family, wouldn't it be a waste to give them medicine?

Fan Hongdao said with a straight face: "Saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and supporting each other when you go out is the way to go, how can you see death and not save it?"

The driver was urged by Fan Hongdao and had no choice but to go to the car outside the door to get the medicine.

With this favor, Fan Hongdao sat down on the edge of the fire generously and confidently, and roasted his hands against other people's fires.

But the little lady deliberately moved far away and widened the distance from Fan Hongdao. Fan Hongdao smiled bitterly, she obviously disliked herself, if she didn't give her medicine, she was afraid that she might not be willing to let herself get closer.

Forget it, it doesn't matter, no one can be loved by anyone! Fan Hongdao thought, anyway, his purpose is just to be generous to others, and then borrow her fire to roast the fire!

The coachman walked in again, carrying a bag of herbs in his hand. The little lady took out the broken half-broken clay pot from the side, went outside to scoop up the snow, and then turned the snow into water, and concentrated on boiling the medicine.

The coachman said to Fan Hongdao: "The snow outside is not light, if it doesn't stop within an hour, maybe you have to spend the night here, or you have to go through the wind and snow at night." ”

Fan Hongdao sighed secretly, in these years, the poor are traveling abroad, and the conditions are really difficult, and he still has the support of the post station system.

After more than half an hour, the coachman asked again: "Mr. Fan has to come up with an idea, and the little ones are ready to go." ”

Fan Hongdao is inclined to spend the night here, now there is a fire and dry food, temporarily frozen and hungry, there is no problem in supporting a night, and then it is more comfortable to stay overnight than to brave the wind and snow to catch up at night.

But there is still a problem, Fan Hongdao glanced at the little lady with an Internet celebrity face over there, in this small broken temple, spending the night with a strange woman, although it is not a lonely man and a widow, but it is always a little embarrassing, right?

Thinking of this, the kind-hearted Fan Hongdao decided to ask the other party's opinion. He bowed his hand to the little lady and asked, "Dare to ask the little lady, do you mind if you would stay overnight here?"

The little lady got angry again, took a sip of "puff", and then scolded in a low voice: "Dengzi!"

Fan Hongdao was stunned, he kindly went to inquire and discuss, why was he scolded? Fan Hongdao, who treats women with relatively low emotional intelligence, thought about it for a long time, and then realized that it seemed that he had indeed said the wrong thing.

If you want to spend the night here, you can go to the other side and fall asleep silently, so why bother to ask questions? This kind of thing can be done but it is difficult to say. For the sake of giving her the medicine, she must be embarrassed to let her go.

Asking like this is almost a tease. Could it be that a little lady can still answer in person: "The son is welcome to spend the night with the slave family?"

In the eyes of the coachman, he only felt that this son was too widowed. Since I entered the temple and saw the little lady, I was teased by eyes and words, and I also gave medicine to the cold and warmth, no matter how I looked at it, I was also a person in a hurry.

The journey was extremely boring, and the coachman suddenly felt a little itchy, and was brought up by Fan Hongdao. What Fan Hongdao can do, why can't he do it?

It's also fun to flirt a few words verbally, anyway, it's just a weak woman, and I'm not afraid of her making trouble. The coachman smiled and said, "You little lady, you really don't know anything! Mr. Fan really wants to ask, why are you speaking ill?"

The low-level characters make meat jokes, and they are even more unscrupulous. The coachman said again: "Tell me, why did you let me not let us sleep together?" Others say that we can cross the same boat for a hundred years and sleep together for a thousand years, so what kind of fate is tonight? ”

The little lady with the Internet celebrity face didn't answer, lowered her eyelids and bit her lip tightly, very helpless and restrained. Probably she also knew that no matter how she fought back, she would attract even more intensified flirtation.

Fan Hongdao couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted the coachman. "It's okay, the more you talk, the more you can't speak! Don't say anything about indecency, you don't say a few words!"

The coachman was very angry by Fan Hongdao's criticism, and jumped up and shouted: "You scholar, you are called sir, you really regard yourself as a big man? Why do you say it, I can't say, how old are you? You scholars, just fucking hypocrisy!"

Fan Hongdao only felt that he was unreasonable, and said: "Only women and villains are difficult to raise!

At this moment, the door of the tattered temple was pushed open from the outside, and then three big men poured in, wearing snowproof hats, all of them very burly and strong.

Fan Hongdao, who had a shadow in his heart, was startled, and then he noticed that these three people were wearing red fat jackets, so he relaxed slightly.

The red fat jacket is the most common standard military uniform of the Ming official army, and if all three of them are dressed like this, it is not accidental, so these three people are estimated to be official soldiers. Fan Hongdao was worried about being chased and killed by the Zhang family, and since he was an official soldier, he didn't have to be so afraid.

The man among the three glanced at the people in the temple a few times, and finally his eyes fell on Fan Hongdao, and suddenly asked, "Are you Mr. Fan?"