He also has two or three good family children, one is the second prince of Qingwangfu, Sang Li, and the other is Chi Rui, the eldest son of Lord Taiwei.

The two took care of him very much, often collected some interesting things to tell him, and were very protective of his shortcomings, not allowing others to look at him in strange eyes.

They studied together at the most famous "White Deer Academy" in the capital.

But he was absent for half the time a year than he was for studying, for which his grandfather had several separate masters at home.

The reason why my grandfather would let him go to the academy was because he wanted him to have more contact with his peers and make friends, so that his mood and vision would be different.

"Master, take a break, it's not good for your eyes to read a long book."

The nurse's words interrupted Wen Gu's thoughts, but thinking of the two friends who said that they would come to see him when Ji Xia had a long vacation, Wen Gu's eyes finally showed a trace of fluctuation.

"The nurse helped me to stand up, and my body was sore." Wen put the book in his hand on the bedside.

The nurse hurriedly helped the little master to sit up, moved her legs off the edge of the bed, and helped the little master put on her boots.

He took down the master's robe from the mushi, that is, the clothes rack, and helped the master to dress neatly.

Helping Wen Gu to walk back and forth in the room, after walking a few laps, he seemed to feel that his strength had come back, Wen Gu let go of the nurse's hand, and walked up slowly.

After walking for a short time, he stopped and sat down on a wooden bench in the outer room to rest.

Just as he was about to get up again, Steward Xi happened to walk in with a bowl of medicine and a plate of candied fruit.

"Oh, master, why did you get up? You have to recuperate. ”

Steward Xi hurriedly put the wooden plate in his hand on the table carefully, and looked at the little master with a disapproving face.

Wen Gu smiled faintly, "Steward Xi is fine, I feel much better, the medicine will be cured so quickly." As he spoke, he shifted his gaze to the bowl filled with the pitch-black potion.

frowned slightly, after drinking the medicine for so many years, Wen felt that he still couldn't get used to it, these herbs were too bitter.

"Master, the temperature of the medicine is just right, you drink it while it's hot, it's even more bitter when it's cold." Steward Xi said as he picked up the medicine again and handed it to Wen Gu.

Wen also looked like a teenager only when he drank medicine, and the expression on his face was richer, and Steward Xi looked at him encouragingly.

Looking at the medicine in his hand, it would definitely not work if he didn't drink it, pursed his lips and frowned, picked up the medicine bowl and swallowed it all in one go.

Seeing this, the housekeeper hurriedly handed the candied fruit on the plate to the master, and with the candied fruit in his mouth, he suppressed the feeling of wanting to vomit.

"Master take good medicine, go to bed, Doctor Du said that you shouldn't move around too much now." Steward Xi said cautiously, for fear of hurting the little master's self-esteem.

Wen knew that Steward Xi had good intentions, so he didn't say anything, stood up and walked towards the inner room.

With the help of the housekeeper, Wen Su lay down on the bed again, covered with a thin quilt, his eyes were very calm, without a trace of fluctuation, and he picked up the book on the bedside and flipped it up.

Steward Xi looked at his master's lifeless appearance, and a sour feeling suddenly came up.

The little master was raised by him since he was a child, he never married in his life, and he regarded the little master as his own relative from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing this, the steward Xi was very distressed, so he was relieved and said: "Master, wait for you to get better, let's go out again, there is a big forest in the back mountain, I see a lot of pheasants and hares in it?" When the time comes, the old slave will accompany the master to the back mountain, maybe the master can still hunt a few pheasants? ”

Hearing Steward Xi say that he would accompany him to the back mountain when he was cured, the expression on Wen Gu's face finally changed, and he asked hesitantly:

"Is there really a pheasant or hare in the back mountain?"

"Yes, I went around the area a few days ago, and I did find pheasants and hares in the woods in the back mountain, and there were quite a few." Seeing that the master's interest was mentioned, Steward Xi hurriedly said.

"Then do as the butler says." Wen looked at the book in his hand and said casually.

"Okay, the master will be recuperating in the past few days." Steward Xi was relieved to see that the little master was finally a little angry.

……

The sun sets on the west mountain, and the sky is full of colorful clouds.

Qiu Jing slowly opened his long and narrow eyes, his eyes were full of bloodshots, and the top of a house came into view, where is this? How could he be in the house.

Qiu Jing had a momentary fragment, shook his head vigorously a few times, and his memory slowly recovered.

From being rescued from the mountain, to when he came to the village below the mountain, he knocked on the door of a house, and then he didn't remember what happened next.

Struggling to sit up, he almost fell back without holding on, this action pulled the wound on his body, and the pain was magnified a lot in an instant.

He knew that he had a fever from the heat on his body, and those who practiced martial arts usually knew some medical science, and medical common sense let him know that it was caused by the wounds on his body.

After sitting up, he noticed that the outer robe and brocade trousers on his body had been taken off, and he was lying on the bed with only an undershirt, and the wounds on his body had been bandaged, even the wound on his right hand was well wrapped.

This family has a really good heart, and they are willing to help him, who has never been masked, to hire a doctor.

After sitting for a while, he felt much more comfortable, Qiu Jing carefully picked up the clothes on the other side of the bed and put them on.

After getting dressed, he noticed that his sword and money bag and other valuables were placed under his clothes.

He just put the money bag in his arms, thinking that when he went out later, he would see that the doctor's money would be returned to the owner.

Most importantly, he wanted to ask where the village chief lived. Now that he has the idea of settling again, he needs to have a house of his own, and all this has to go through the village chief.

Enduring the pain, Qiu Jing walked out of the room slowly, and almost bumped into a man who looked relatively young.

On the side of his subconscious body, the two didn't collide together, but because of his fierce force, the wounds on his body seemed to be more painful than before.

"Ah, you're awake, blame me for being too reckless, are you okay?"

Qiu Jing looked at the man looking at him nervously, and his eyes subconsciously looked at the wound on his body.

"I'm fine, don't worry about this big brother." Qiu Jing twitched the corners of his mouth a few times, but the smile didn't come out in the end, and the corners of his mouth were more like cramps.

He hadn't laughed in more than two years, and he couldn't remember what it was like.

This man is Lu Qinghai, he smiled embarrassedly, "That's good, by the way, I'm here to see if you're awake, the family has made a night meal, since you're awake, I'll help you end, are you seriously injured or don't move around?" ”

Hearing that there was something to eat, Qiu Jing felt that his stomach was already rumbling, he was really hungry, he hadn't eaten for a day, otherwise he wouldn't have fainted.

"So, thank you big brother!" Qiu Jing gave a fist salute with an expressionless face.

Lu Qinghai hurriedly returned the salute.

The etiquette is quite thoughtful, but he has been keeping a cold face, Lu Qinghai couldn't help muttering in his heart, this person is really a little strange.

Looking at the seriously injured young descendant, he finally couldn't bear it, "I'll help you go back to the house first." As he spoke, he set up Qiu Jing's other injured and lightly wounded arm.

helped Qiu Jing to sit down at the desk where his son was reading and learning calligraphy, "You sit here first, and I'll help you serve food." He turned and left.

After a while, Qinghai walked in with a bowl of millet porridge and two pieces of Erhe noodle cakes, a fried greens, and a scrambled egg.

Qiu Jing quickly stood up with his hands on the table, and was stunned at Lu Zhongye who came in, understanding that this might be the person who brought him in, and then bent down and saluted.

"Thank you Uncle for saving me."

"Oh, don't move! Be careful of injuries on your body. Lu Zhongye walked forward quickly and said with a worried face.

"Stop talking, eat first, and we'll talk about it when we're eating well."

Lu Zhongye took the food from his son's hand and put it on his grandson's desk.

"You are weak, let's drink some millet porridge to warm your stomach first, we are in the township, there are no good things at home, don't be surprised."

"It's already good, thank you, uncle." Qiu Jing looked at the bowl of thick millet porridge in front of him, and there seemed to be something more in his eyes.

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