Chapter 269: Zhang Sickle's Home

Zhang Sickle listened to it and remembered the small characters he had touched on the reverse side of the jade pendant at that time. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

Indeed, there is a word, although I didn't see what it was at the time, but if it was an enemy, I shouldn't know such a secret thing, right?

"Come with me," said Zhang Sickle, "Miss Qing'er is resting now." ”

He was a little lost in his heart, and the Qing'er girl was about to leave.

He didn't want her to leave.

Yuan Shanjia suppressed the slight excitement in his heart and followed closely behind Zhang Sickle.

She imagined Ran Qing's injury, and her heart beat much faster.

Ran Zhu carried the medicine box on his back, which was very heavy, so he walked a little slowly.

Zhang Sickle wants to take his sweetheart for a while more than wasting time on the road.

So he said, "Girl, if you don't let me get it for you." ”

Ran Zhu raised his head, his eyes staring at him so straight that he almost made Zhang Sickle tremble.

If you don't let you take it, you won't take it. It's a little scary to look at people like this. Zhang sickle said in his heart.

He retracted his hand curtly, "I'm sorry, this is important, I still won't take it." ”

Ran Zhu handed over the things at this time, his face was still pale as if he hadn't done anything.

"This is for Ran Qing's injuries, if it is broken, Ran Qing's injuries will be delayed." Yuan Shanjia said.

She saw that this Zhang sickle was so attentive to her little girl, and she couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

A scar on his face wasn't a big deal. After going back, just ask my master to help remove it, and looking at his face shape, the scar should look good, and he is barely worthy of her little maid.

Looking at his nervous look, he knew that he would not be much worse for Ran Qing.

The rest needs to be looked at again.

Zhang Sickle listened to Yuan Shanjia's words, his hands couldn't help shaking, and his heart was pounding.

He immediately tightened his grip on the strap of the medicine box, he had to be careful not to break it, or Miss Qing'er's injuries would be delayed.

He himself knows that with his way of dealing with the injury, although it has not worsened the injury, it is also developing in a better direction.

But there will definitely be scars, and some scars will be left as well.

It's always bad for a girl to have a scar on her body, although he doesn't care.

At the thought of this, his cheeks were a little hot.

He peeked around and noticed that the two of them hadn't noticed him at all.

The villagers followed from a distance, and did not dare to approach at all.

The village chief uncle took it one step at a time, but he was always vigilant and didn't pay attention to him at all.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, fortunately.

Zhu Dianzi is not very old, from the entrance of the village to the south of the village, you only need to walk a few steps.

The people in the village live in a relatively concentrated manner, and the distance between the houses is not very far, and there is at most a garden in between.

Each family has its own vegetable garden, but it is not very big, and it grows some common crops such as Chinese cabbage.

Some yards were planted with beautiful purple morning glories, and vines climbed on the fence to build a green wall.

Zhang's house was left behind by the old hunter.

After the old Orion died, he left it to Zhang Sickle as his inheritance.

The yard is against the mountain, and there is a small stream flowing through it, which is also regarded as a mountain and water, and the scenery is good.

The yard is not large, and the front yard has also been carved out into a small vegetable garden, and the back has been transformed into a place for disposing of prey.

The vegetable garden is surrounded by a fence, and the Zhuangzi of the fence is relatively high, and it is crawling with green vines, and there are no purple flowers, so it should not be morning glory.

There were three or four poles erected in the yard, and some of the prey hanging from the sun was hanging, as well as the fur of the wild wolf that had been brought back before.

In the sunlight, the fur seems to glow with a silver-gray glow.

Pushing open the fence door, Zhang Sickle said loudly, "Miss Qing'er, I'm back." ”

After shouting, he suddenly realized that there were two people behind him.

His face was flushed to the base of his ears, and he looked like a peach that had turned red.

saw a masked woman come out of the house, "Brother Zhang, you're back." ”

Yuan Shanjia looked at the two strangely, and felt that the relationship between the two seemed to be like a couple.

When she saw Ran Qing walk out by herself, she felt a lot more relieved, knowing that Ran Qing's body should not have too many problems.

"Qing'er." Yuan Shanjia said.

She has a smile on her face, as gentle as the warm sunshine in spring, and you can't take your eyes off it.

The villagers who were quietly watching from a distance around saw this smile and were shocked, "It's so beautiful......

A lot of people are going to drool.

Ran Qing gently covered the masked towel on her face when she came out, and when she heard this familiar voice, she was stunned for a moment.

She looked at the man in men's clothes in front of her, and for a moment she didn't recognize it.

Yuan Shanjia said again, "Qing'er, I'm here to pick you up." ”

Miss, why is Miss here?

She looked straight at Yuan Shanjia, as if she couldn't get enough of it, like an infatuated woman. There is gratitude and surprise in the eyes.

She was very happy that the young lady looked uninjured and in good health.

Therefore, there is a happy smile on his face. Although she covered her face, the joy on her body could still be seen, and the emotion in her eyes could not be hidden.

"Childe!" Ran Qing called.

She ran over with her skirt and looked at Yuan Shanjia with her head slightly down.

Yuan Shanjia scolded a little nervously: "Your injury is not healed yet, what are you running!" I'm not going to run away! ”

Ran Qing stuck out her tongue and said coquettishly: "The slave forgot it." Small...... Son. ”

Yuan Shanjia touched her head and said in a low voice: "It's all my fault, if it weren't for me......"

"I don't blame you, it's the slave who wants it." Ran Qing replied very seriously.

"As the slave said, the slave is your son, even if she pays for your life, she should be!"

When Yuan Shanjia heard this, she suddenly remembered that she had asked her a similar question before, and at that time she also said that she would not hesitate to pay for her life.

She didn't fully believe her at the time, so she just smiled.

Who knew that this stupid girl would always remember it.

Zhang Sickle has been standing next to him, watching his sweetheart come out, and he is very happy.

But after listening to the conversation between Ran Qing and Yuan Shanjia, he was suddenly stunned and realized that his feelings were nothing more than wishful thinking.

Whether the Qing'er girl has a favorite person, he never asked.

He looked at the smile on Ran Qing's face, and his crooked eyes fascinated and painfully made him fascinated and painful.

Especially when Ran Qing said the last sentence after being coquettish to Yuan Shanjia, his face was pale.

The last sentence kept coming to mind: It's your son......

The village chief also heard this, and hurriedly went to look at Zhang Sickle, and found that his face was pale, and his face was not good at the moment, and the more he looked at Ran Qing, the more unpleasant he became.

This young girl is really! Since you're already someone else's person, why don't you know how to avoid suspicion? I've been in the same room with the sickle all the time, and I haven't made any comments, it's so casual!

Zhang Sickle didn't know what the village chief was thinking, his mind was buzzing, a little like the feeling of losing too much blood after being seriously injured.

Yuan Shanjia was touching Ran Qing's face distressedly, and the scars on his face were as dense as spider silk.

(To be continued.) )