Dong Rong reached out and wanted to touch his forehead, but was blocked by the grimace mask, so after thinking about it, she quietly took it off for him. As a result, the face reflected in the dim candlelight was unexpectedly young.

Originally, she thought that this life-saving engong was also in his thirties, after all, kung fu is not something that can be practiced in minutes. However, the "hero" in front of her, who had just escaped from the enemy with her and walked off the wall, was actually a young descendant of about thirteen or fourteen.

For a while, she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, and she was very distressed. Even if he is a rare martial arts genius in this later life, he must start practicing and enduring hardships from the moment he is sensible, so that he has the ability to do this today. Speaking of which, he is not much older than her own three children, and in her eyes, he still belongs to the category of children.

Thinking like this, her movements became more and more gentle. When I carefully touched his forehead, I quickly soaked it in a cloth towel and applied a cold compress to him.

The white-clothed queen may have gotten a little cooler, much more comfortable, and his tense face slowly stretched out, looking more and more handsome than before. Dong Rong was busy and laughed in a low voice, "I will also be full of peach blossom debts in the future, I don't know how many girls I will be sad." ”

The white-clothed descendant didn't know if he understood this sentence in a daze, or by coincidence, so he actually responded in a low voice, "No!" ”

It made Dong Rong laugh, but she looked at the dilapidated houses around her and sighed again. It's early winter now, and the temperature isn't dripping into ice, but it's not much warmer. How to survive this night has become a problem, and besides, the white-clothed queen was injured, and he didn't know when he would wake up, and the medicine and food were also problems.

There is no shortage of wood in this dilapidated house, and it is easy to light a fire, but the light of the fire in the dark night is too easy to provoke the pursuers, and it is really impossible to take this dangerous move unless it is absolutely necessary.

After thinking about it, she picked up the straw on the side and put it on the white-clothed Housheng, and then took out the dagger in her boot and lightly touched the same dilapidated courtyard door.

This dilapidated house was originally located in the innermost part of a small alley, perhaps on weekdays, and there were some garbage piled up in front of the door, needless to say that the neighbors did not like to be clean.

Dong Rong carefully bypassed the garbage, trying not to leave a trace along the alley. The family next to the dilapidated house seemed to be a carpenter, and there were a large pile of wood chips in the yard, and the smell of wood came when the wind blew, which almost blinded Dong Rong's eyes. She saw that there was nothing useful in the yard by the faint light of the house, and hurried to the next one.

It's a pity that the next one seems to be a butcher who kills pigs, and there are some pig intestines and pig skins in the yard, and there is nothing to do.

Fortunately, the one closest to the entrance of the alley seems to be doing a pulp washing business, and a quilt cover has been set up on the courtyard wall made of wooden planks to go to the quilt and quilt surface. Dong Rong was overjoyed, stepped forward and ran back.

As soon as she entered the broken yard with her front feet, she heard as if someone was scolding again, and it was obvious that the family had found that the quilt was missing. She patted her chest in fear and hurriedly hugged the quilt into the house, and the white-clothed posterior was still asleep.

Dong Rong touched his forehead, and when he saw that it was still a little hot, he quickly covered him with a quilt, and then continued to change the wet cloth.

I don't know how long it took to stay up like this, but the forehead of the white-clothed queen finally stopped being hot, and the alley outside was completely quiet.

Dong Rong rubbed her frozen hands, hesitated for a moment, but couldn't resist the cold, so she persuaded herself to treat this white-clothed offspring as her own child, and then lifted the quilt and got in.

The white-clothed queen may still have a little vigilance, and when he noticed that someone was approaching, his body instinctively stiffened. Dong Rong was afraid that his tossed wound would bleed again, so she hurriedly hugged him, thinking of the three children who didn't know where she was now, and cherished these half-grown children even more in her heart, and somehow sang the song she used to sing when she coaxed her children to sleep.

"The evening breeze blows Penghu Bay, the white waves chase the beach, there is no coconut grove drunk sunset, only a piece of sea blue..."

I don't know how many times I sang it, Dong Rong fell asleep in a blur, but the white-clothed descendant who was tightly protected by her in her arms slowly opened her eyes. He moved slightly uncomfortably, wanting to break free of Dong Rong's embrace. But Dong Rong, who was sleeping, reached out and gently touched the top of his head, and said angrily, "Be good, sleep well." ”

The white-clothed housheng seemed to have been pointed, all the movements were suddenly frozen, and an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes, like a piece of ice being thrown into warm water at once, three points of panic, seven points of longing.

After a long time, he slowly relaxed his body and enjoyed this strange and warm embrace for him.

The winter night is quiet, except for the occasional sparrow living under the eaves and the rats scurrying in the hollows of the stone wall. In the corner of the dilapidated house, a half-used quilt encloses a warm little world.

The white-clothed posterior tried his best to stay awake, but unfortunately the pain made him weak, and the warm embrace lowered his vigilance, so it didn't take long for him to fall into a deep sleep again...

In the early morning of this day, Dong Rong woke up with a squeaky sound. Xu didn't have time to find out last night that the families made a living of "pouring night incense", and the sky just shone through a glimmer of light and began to pull the wooden cart to prepare to go out to be busy.

Dong Rong opened her eyes and saw the dilapidated roof, and immediately sat up, and when she remembered the injured white-clothed descendant, she quickly touched his forehead. Fortunately, the cold of this night did not aggravate his condition, and although his forehead was still a little hot, it was not so dangerous.

Dong Rong thought about it and got up to get water and wash again, and after thinking about it, she had to be a thief again and went to the hard-working family.

Xu took care of the family laborers and ate breakfast, and the lazy mother-in-law went back to the house and continued to sleep. The courtyard was quiet, and white steam was faintly coming out of the stove in the corner. Dong Rong was overjoyed, opened the door on tiptoe and went in, and sure enough, she found four or five bud grain cakes in the buckled pot, she was so hungry that she grabbed a big bite and bit the next half, and then touched it privately.

Finally, I finally found half a pot of bud porridge in a clay pot, needless to say, stealing a cake is also called a thief, it is better to even move the pot, and you can boil water in these two days.

The white-clothed post-mortem also woke up at this time, and when he saw that Dong Rong was not around, he wanted to get up and look for it. As a result, Dong Rong had a cake in her mouth, a bulging bag stuffed in her arms, and a clay pot in her hand, and hurriedly ran back from outside. The image of a fleeing victim really scared him.

Dong Rong didn't expect the white-clothed posterior to wake up so quickly, so she put down the clay pot with some embarrassment, and took down the cake in her mouth, then smiled, "You woke up, does the wound still hurt?" I just went... Well, find some food, you can eat some later. ”

The white-clothed Housheng nodded with a wooden face, and replied lightly, "Okay." But his eyes swept to the broken wooden door.

Dong Rong understood, and quickly explained, "Don't worry, there is an early riser in this alley, I secretly went into the yard to 'borrow' some food, and when we get out of danger in the future, we will definitely return them some more food." ”

The white-clothed posterior nodded, and wanted to say something, but he accidentally pulled the wound behind him, and his brows wrinkled suddenly.

Dong Rong also thought of it, and hurriedly rushed over to take a look, and at the end of the day, she was relieved to see that the cloth was not soaked in blood, and said, "The wound on your back has finally stopped bleeding, you should be careful, if it cracks, I can't do anything about it." ”

The white-clothed Housheng nodded, and wanted to speak again, but Dong Rong reached out and pulled the quilt to surround him.

"You sit honestly, I'll wipe your face for you, and then I'll feed you."

The white-clothed Housheng stretched out his hand to protest against the fate of becoming a silkworm baby, but Dong Rong glared, "Stay honest, don't move." ”

After that, she quickly washed and changed the cloth towel, and then carefully wiped her face and hands for the white-clothed queen.

The white-clothed posterior seemed to feel something strange, although he was taken care of so carefully, how could it be a little different from the treatment of his imaginary benefactor. But he didn't want to think about it, Dong Rong had already pulled the hairpin on the top of his head, and re-combed his hair bun with a finger comb.

"Your hairpin is made of mutton fat jade, and the style is not bad. You must have a rich family, right? However, how did you practice this good kung fu at such a young age, did you start practicing martial arts at the age of two or three? ”

"Well," the white-clothed Housheng was stunned for a moment before responding, "I started practicing martial arts at the age of three." ”

"Isn't it hard to start practicing martial arts at such a young age? Your father and mother are really willing! Dong Rong frowned, becoming more and more distressed, and asked again, "How did you remember to sacrifice your life to save me, don't say that you are handy, you also saved me by jumping off the cliff on the mountain before, right?" ”

"Shhh The white-clothed Housheng was pulled and his scalp hurt, he took a breath lightly, and subconsciously said, "I went to Haining when I was a child, and once I was half hungry to death, and it happened that you brought someone to give dry food." ”

Dong Rong tilted her head and thought about it, she has done such things a lot over the years, and she really can't remember when she planted such a good fate. She didn't delve into it anymore, and said with a smile, "You gave you a piece of cake back then, and now you have saved my life." I've really made a lot of money, and I don't lose money on this deal! ”

As she spoke, she had already tied her hair in a bun, reinserted the hosta, held the face of the white-clothed offspring with both hands, looked left and right, and quipped, "What a handsome offspring, how can you wear a mask to cover it?" ”

The white clothes blushed, and subconsciously lowered his head and responded, "Well, I'm used to it." ”

Dong Rong didn't ask, turned around and picked up the clay pot, and fed the porridge with the wooden spoon in the basin. The future wants to do it himself, needless to say that he was "suppressed" again.

Half a pot of porridge and a piece of cake went down, and the face of the latter was obviously better. Dong Rong also ate a piece of cake with the little porridge left, then washed the clay pot, boiled some hot water on the lit fire, and re-scrubbed the wound of the offspring and changed the wound medicine.

The vial prepared by Liu Sanye was not large, and it was only enough to replace the medicinal powder twice. Dong Rong looked at the empty medicine bottle and was worried again, she could go to the neighbor's house to steal the quilt and food, this medicine could only go to the pharmacy, her triangular cat kung fu was definitely not up to this difficult task.

But when she turned her head to look at the afterlife who was full and a little drowsy, she could only think of a way. R638