With just a certain professional instinct of an old mercenary, Lan Wang could easily realize what he should do and what he should do next. One is to figure out where you are. There are many ways to wear it, so you have to figure out if this is the earth, right? The second is to restore strength. The legs are wasted, and there are hands, only by picking up the kung fu on the hands as soon as possible, can you protect yourself and live here with peace of mind. In addition, even if your hands can't be recovered in a short time, you can't just lie in bed without moving, right?

Although the life of a gentleman is comfortable, as long as he does not have a skill, he will always be a rootless tree.

While thinking, the young master wanted to go to the teapot again. But before his hand touched the handle of the pot, he remembered that there had been no water in the teapot for a long time, and it had just dried up, and there was no tea to drink.

He sighed again and put the pot down.

The bottom of the pot touched the coffee table with a soft "bang" - almost at the same time, the door of the main bedroom also "snapped" open.

A little girl at most eleven or twelve years old ran in in a panic. The little girl is not tall, but slender but not thin, with a small floral jacket on her upper body and a slightly longer black pants on her lower body, which looks like she was left by older siblings. has short ear-length hair, a round face, and petite and delicate facial features, especially the autumn-like eyes are even more attractive. Although the little girl has not fully grown up, she is a fake beauty billet, and when she grows up, even if it is not at the level of the country and the city, it is also at the level of red face and disaster.

But now it's different. The little girl's face was pale, and her pretty face was full of panic, and as soon as she entered the door, she searched around with great fright, shouting "Young Master!" Master! Master! ”

"Young Master! Where are you, young master?! Madame she's out..."

Her gaze turned to Lan Wang, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. She was stunned for a moment, her panicked expression seemed to be frozen in the cold, and she couldn't speak for a long time.

In an instant, the girl almost hurriedly wiped the tears on her face, straightened her clothes in embarrassment, combed her messy short hair, and resumed her posture of lowering her eyebrows and lowering her hands: "Young master, has the doctor finished reading it for you?" I'm going to add some water and some tea for you..."

Lan Wang looked up at her. He remembered that the girl's name was Lan Xin, the name of a terrible street. In the past few days since she regained consciousness, this little girl has been taking care of her "eight-year-old child". According to the observation of the traverser during this time, it is more appropriate to say that she is Lan Wang's sister than that she is a subordinate.

The little girl's family is probably not surnamed Lan. Lan Wang vaguely remembered that she was born in the family, and her parents were both slaves and servants of the Lan family, and she was born with the surname of the master's family, and she had to start doing what she could at the age of six or seven. It's ridiculous to say, just like this, the life of being born a slave is still a good life! Only ten years old can enter the main house as a maid to take care of the eldest young master of the family, that is the special grace of the master's family, is the lucky one who sits firmly on the slave, than other those who want to be slaves but can't get it, I don't know how many times better!

As soon as he thought of this, Lan Wang had a sense of confusion, a sense of confusion that modern people must have in this environment.

It's a pity that no matter how awkward he feels, he can only accept the current facts: he is no longer called Leng Xuanji, but Lan Wang!

Subconsciously, Lan Wangyi grinned: "I'm sorry to bother you, thank you." ”

As soon as this "thank you" came out, he realized that something was wrong - he had worked hard for the previous two months, pretending to be stupid, and because of this negligence and saying the wrong thing, it was all in vain!

"It's the second time I've been a human being, and I'm still making this kind of low-level mistake!" He secretly cursed himself in his heart.

Sure enough, Lan Wang immediately saw the most magical change in facial expression he had ever seen: the little girl's eyes suddenly widened, the corners of her mouth twitched, and her overall expression changed from surprise to panic to disbelief with a hint of surprise, and finally turned into suppressed restraint and loneliness. The maid's little hand trembled and raised, and her fingertips trembled and pointed at her eldest young master, as if he had changed from an eight-year-old child to an eighty-year-old man in the blink of an eye.

"Less... Young master, you... How did you... Unexpectedly..."

A little kid who is more than eight years old and less than nine years old, who has just recovered from a serious illness and has not yet gone to a private school to learn etiquette, will say "thank you"! A young master with fine clothes and fine food would actually thank his family's subordinates!

Anyone who hears it will have to be stunned for a while!

Lan Wang's brain raced fast, thinking about how to save the day. If my words of thanks are passed on, the impact may not be particularly great at first, but after a long time, someone will definitely come back to it. In the first few days of coming, the old mercenary really realized what it means to be strict in hierarchy and ruthless in etiquette - in this big family, everyone's words and deeds in life must be behaving in a proper manner, absolutely in line with their own identity, and they cannot make mistakes. Once this seemingly inconspicuous "thank you" is heard, I don't know how much trouble it will cause!

When the situation is unclear, it is more low-key and unobtrusive, which has all the benefits and no harm.

However, after only three seconds, Lan Wang didn't have to think about saving the scene, because someone did it for him.

"Lan Xin, tell you to change a pot of tea, why are you so rubbing!" A majestic voice sounded in the doorway.

Lan Fengshan strode into the bedroom of the main house, and saw that the little girl's pestle was almost petrified there, and then thought of so many things today, his heart suddenly became angry, and he roared: "It's only been a few days and if you don't teach a lesson, it will become wood?!" Can't understand people? Go fetch water! ”

The little maid was excited, and suddenly "lived" again: "Master forgive sins!" Forgive your sins! Slave and maid, go now! Here it goes! ”

"Don't hurry up yet!"

The head of the Lan family slapped the table hard, and the teacups on the table all danced in circles.

This palm was slapped, Lan Fengshan himself was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that his son was still beside him, and he came in to see his son, so he suddenly lucked, suppressed his anger, and stabilized his mind. When the anger subsided, he tried his best to smile before he spoke again:

"Wang'er, how was that doctor just now? Is it good to watch? ”

Nod.

"Have you learned all the exercises and acting techniques you taught you?"

Nod.

"Thirsty? The water will come right away. ”

Still nodding.

The head of the house sighed inaudibly. The child was born prematurely, and his wife had a heavy hemorrhage when he gave birth to him, and it was thanks to the intervention of a Taoist priest from Youfang that he was able to save the lives of the mother and son. After being born a year old, he has been frail and sickly, and he is clumsy and wooden, and he barely learned to speak after the age of four, and then he is silent, and his family often does not answer verbally when asked, just nods and shakes his head. In the end, even the servants in the house learned to only ask him or no, otherwise, --- to paraphrase a vulgar phrase in the army--- he would really be unable to beat a stuffy fart with a few sticks!

The child barely read and could barely read by the age of six, and at the same time began to learn martial arts. But I don't know if it's really because he doesn't have talent or what, the eldest young master of the Lan family, has not made much progress in martial arts for more than two years, and several competitions between juniors in the family have all failed. After that, the kid became even more autistic, and he didn't even pay much attention to learning martial arts, no matter how he reprimanded, it was useless. Because he was really weak, Lan Fengshan was reluctant to beat him with a heavy hand at all, and the practice of martial arts gradually began to be abandoned.

Although Wang'er picked up a life this time, after waking up, not only did he lose sensation in his legs, but he was even more reluctant to speak, and even nodded and shook his head a lot less, and talking to him was almost tantamount to playing the piano to a cow. If it weren't for the fact that several Lang Zhong who came one after another said that this kid's eyesight, hearing and speech were fine, Lan Fengshan would almost have wondered if this high fever had burned his only son deaf, blind and dumb!

"If this continues, let alone practicing martial arts, even going to school and studying has become a problem! The second and third families are all literate at the age of three, and they can memorize poems at the age of four... Alas..."

The general on the north side of the town tried his best to keep his mood invisible. Originally, with his Qi cultivation skills, it was usually extremely easy to do this, but today I don't know what evil he has fallen into.

"Something like this happened, I got such a disease, the Lan family's ancestral rules... Trouble! ”

He sighed to himself.

But the truth is still the same: no matter what you think in your heart, you can't show it in the slightest. Take 10,000 steps back, even if there is anything to say, with the demented appearance of the child in front of you, how much can you understand?

The head of the Lan family still had a smile on his face: "Okay, good, good!" It's good to learn it. What the doctor told you that you must keep in mind, that series of movements must be practiced diligently, and only when you learn it can you get out of bed again and walk and play with your partners, remember? ”

"These two days have been obedient to recuperate, and you must be obedient! Drink the medicine every day, drink it on time! Lan Fengshan tried his best to present himself as a perfect father—he did want to be a good father, but his smile was stiff because of what had happened today.

In Lan Wang's eyes, his cheap father's smile was indeed very awkward.