At this moment when Yan Ziming and Leng Qing were talking, Mu Wen and Wang Quan had already dealt with all the three masked black-clothed men with their hands and feet.

Wang Quan and Mu Wen will only appear weak and retreat when they face the person who needs to stitch up the wound is Yan Ziming, this is because Wang Quan and Mu Wen care too much about Yan Ziming, but if it is someone else who needs to stitch up the wound, then Wang Quan and Mu Wen will not be like that.

Therefore, after Wang Quan and Mu Wen moved the three masked black-clothed men to the golden silk nanmu couch, Wang Quan took the medicine box on the golden silk nanmu small table that was placed next to the golden silk nanmu bed, and sutured the wounds that the three masked black-clothed men should have been stitched up, and the wounds that should be bandaged were bandaged...... In short, the three masked black-clothed men were all handled properly by Mu Wen and Wang Quan.

After doing this, he packed up the medicine box, and seeing that the three masked black-clothed men on the couch showed no sign of waking up, Mu Wen and Wang Quan glanced at each other, and then both turned around and walked towards the golden silk nan wood bed.

Wang Quan and Mu Wen stopped walking side by side to Leng Qing, Wang Quan didn't speak, and Mu Wen reported to Yan Ziming: "Master, they have all been dealt with, and now they are waiting for them to wake up by themselves." If it's early, you should wake up tomorrow morning, and at the latest it's not dusk. ”

Even if he reported the matter to Yan Ziming, Mu Wen still looked like an iceberg that had not changed for thousands of years, in stark contrast to Wang Quan, who was standing beside him with a smile on his face. At the same time, only in the face of Yan Ziming, the pastoral, who is accustomed to being taciturn, will not spare words like gold.

Yan Ziming believed in Wang Quan and Mu Wen's ability, and when he heard this, Yan Ziming didn't raise his eyes to look at Wang Quan and Mu Wen, but just nodded to himself, and continued to command in a weak tone: "Move them all to your dormitory, so that you can take care of them, and don't let any of them have any accidents." ”

"Yes!Master!" Mu Wen respectfully accepted the order, but as soon as the voice changed, Mu Wen said again: "But Master." Only one person is needed to take care of them, let the subordinates stay and take care of you!"

As soon as Wang Quan heard Muwen's words, he was immediately unhappy. I saw Wang Quan's mouth deflated, and he asked Mu Wen in a rather indignant tone: "Why did you stay! I have to take care of them?"

Indignation against Wang Quan. Mu Wen just threw out a sentence concisely: "You are too noisy, you will make noise." ”

I have to say that the simple eight words, but Wang Quan, who is good at words, choked up and couldn't answer for a long time.

After a while, Wang Quan raised his hand and put his arm around Mu Wen's shoulder. After his subordinates made a ruthless effort and hugged Mu Wen, who was half a head shorter than him, and tilted his upper body to his side, Wang Quan glared at Mu Wen fiercely with his big round eyes, and said to Mu Wen in a complaining tone: "Good brother...... If you weren't so honest, would you die?"

Looking at Wang Quan with a sideways face, Mu Wen said without thinking: "I'm not wrong. If you stay, you will be annoyed and can't rest. I'll stay, I won't be annoyed, I can rest. ”

Even if his shoulder was hugged by Wang Quan's skew, it hurt. Mu Wen still insisted on his position with a blank face. But Mu Wen looked at Wang Quan's eyes without blinking, but he was silently proving that he was not arguing with Wang Quan, but stating the facts extremely seriously.

For such a more serious Muwen, Wang Quan felt helpless and relaxed the strength of his subordinates to hug Muwen, and then Wang Quan raised his eyebrows and smiled at Muwen meaninglessly.

Just when Mu Wen smiled at Wang Quan so mysteriously and frowned slightly, he saw Wang Quan suddenly put his lips to Mu Wen's ear and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Do you really think so?

As if to verify Wang Quan's words, Wang Quan's words never fell. Yan Ziming's weak voice immediately came into Mu Wen's ears: "It's annoying for any of you to stay!

Although Yan Ziming's voice was very light and weak, Mu Wen still heard that Yan Ziming's tone was not entrained!

Turning his head to look at Wang Quan, who had let go of his shoulders and turned around and walked towards the golden silk nanmu couch, Mu Wen was silent. He and Wang Quan. He has always been the one who doesn't understand the master's mind the most......

"Yes, sir! The subordinates will step aside. With a respectful glance towards Yan Ziming, Mu Wen turned around and followed Wang Quan.

At this time, Wang Quan and Mu Wen finally left, but Leng Qing, who had been standing beside Wang Quan and Mu Wen, exhaled unconsciously lightly: She was really killed by the two of them just now!

"Is the ginseng soup boiled?" Yan Ziming's weak voice suddenly reached Leng Qing's ears, who was distracted.

When Leng Qing heard this, she subconsciously turned her head to look at the silver carbon stove at Yan Ziming's feet, but suddenly saw it. Previously, Wang Quan put it in the furnace of the silver charcoal stove, and the lid of the pure black clay pot used to hold the ginseng soup had been lifted by the churning ginseng soup in the jar, and it was beating "fluttering" at the mouth of the jar, and a lot of soup had overflowed out of the mouth of the jar and poured on the burning charcoal fire under the jar, pouring the hot charcoal fire with a sneering sound.

Leng Qing was stunned when she saw this, and then she was shocked, lest the ginseng soup in the jar would be gone, so Leng Qing immediately walked towards that side.

In fact, Leng Qing wanted to run over, but her feet were too cold and stiff, and if she did, she wouldn't be able to take a step at all, and she was very likely to fall. Therefore, even if Leng Qing is anxious, he can only walk over in a proper manner.

With some difficulty, he dragged his steps to the silver charcoal stove, Leng Qing didn't react for a while, and just reached out directly to take the ginseng soup that had been simmering in the charcoal fire for half an hour, and even the bottom of the jar was slightly red by the scarlet charcoal fire......

"Leng Qing!!" Just as Leng Qing's palm was about to touch the pure black crockpot, a burst of shouts sounded from behind Leng Qing in vain, startling Leng Qing's subordinates.

Without waiting for Leng Qing to look back, Yan Ziming's faintly angry voice continued to sound again: "Are you going to scrap your hands?!!

It was simply a word to wake up the person in the dream, Leng Qing followed Yan Ziming's voice and looked down at the palms that she had stretched out, the bloody palms were less than two palms long away from the scarlet charcoal fire, and the originally cold and numb fingertips gradually felt a burning sensation.

Leng Qing, who came back to her senses, immediately took her hands back, and grabbed the thick edge of her body instead, pulling the excess thick edge with one hand to prevent the thick edge from falling into the charcoal fire, and then wrapped the mouth of the crockpot with the thick edge with the other hand, which lifted the whole crockpot from the scarlet charcoal fire.

Although Leng Qing now felt sluggish because of the coldness, stiffness and numbness of his limbs, this did not affect the scorching charcoal fire that burned Leng Qing anywhere on his body!

If it weren't for Yan Ziming's timely reminder, I was afraid that Leng Qing's hands would have been burned into pig's trotters by the charcoal fire at this time, and Leng Qing would definitely knock over the ginseng soup that had been boiled so hard because of the sudden burns!

There is an even bleaker situation, that is, after Leng Qing knocked over the ginseng soup, the hot ginseng soup that smashed on the ground only splashed a few drops on Leng Qing's bare feet, scalding Leng Qing's feet into a few small blisters......; The whole red-hot crockpot with the hot ginseng soup smashed directly on Leng Qing's bare feet, and Leng Qing's feet were also scalded!

As a result, Leng Qing not only suffered a big loss, but also lost the ginseng soup that replenished Yan Ziming's body, which was simply worth the loss!

The appeal is not nonsense, just because even now Leng Qing is holding the pure black crockpot with the thick crockpot on her body, Leng Qing can feel the hot heat from the crockpot. This is still when Leng Qing's hands are cold and numb from the cold, and he almost loses the pain!

It is conceivable that if Yan Ziming hadn't stopped Leng Qing's recklessness in time at that time, what kind of miserable scene Leng Qing would have been now!

Watching Leng Qing slowly walk back to him holding the pure black crockpot with the thick crockpot on her body, Yan Ziming really didn't know whether he should scold Leng Qing angrily or silently expose the matter.

Yan Ziming didn't dare to imagine, if he hadn't been staring at Leng Qing just now, hadn't followed Leng Qing all the time, hadn't just seen Leng Qing preparing to serve the crockpot that had been simmering in the charcoal fire with his bare hands like that, and didn't stop Leng Qing in time, Leng Qing's hands ...... What should we do now......

It wasn't until Yan Ziming just now that she found out that Leng Qing, who looks so shrewd and capable on weekdays, can understand everything at once, once she makes a fool, it's not just that the horses are difficult to chase, it's just that four hundred horses can't catch up!

After waiting for Leng Qing to carefully put the hot ginseng soup on the small table of golden silk nanmu at the head of the bed, Yan Ziming glared at Leng Qing, although the voice of the outlet was weak and weak, it did not hinder the anger in Yan Ziming's words: "I just said a few words to you, you are not happy, right? Don't you know that I am just joking with you? Okay, even if I am unhappy, you don't need to use your own body to vent your anger! If you are injured at that time, who will serve you!!"

Leng Qing was originally kind-hearted, but now she was scolded so indiscriminately by Yan Ziming, and Leng Qing's stubborn temper immediately rose. I saw that Leng Qing immediately glared back at Yan Ziming, and retorted in a cold tone: "You think too much! I'm not you, I've never expected anyone to serve me, and I haven't been angry with you, I'm just ......" At this point, Leng Qing's voice came to an abrupt end.

Seeing that Leng Qing suddenly stopped talking, Yan Ziming raised his eyebrows: "Just what?!"

Pursing her lips, Leng Qing hesitated for a while before she said with a sneering expression: "I'm just afraid that the ginseng soup will be gone, so I was in a hurry, and I didn't think too much about it and stretched out my hand to ......" (to be continued.) )