The Jialan Mountain is full of green bamboo, upright spring twilight, the breeze blows, and the sound of bamboo is swaying. If a talented poet passes by here and sees this scene, he may be full of talent and want to write a poem.

Qi Yan doesn't have that kind of poetry, nor does she have that kind of talent, she just feels that her feet hurt.

Got a little impulsive......

Qi Yan stood halfway up the mountain, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and leaned down to rub his sore ankles.

Hey, she wanted to see Xie Fuxiu so much, but as a result, she miscalculated the injury on her ankle.

My brain was hot, and I went straight up the mountain, but now, my ankle hurts.

It's too impulsive...... It's too impulsive...... Qi Yan blamed himself for being too impulsive, while continuing to climb the mountain, his steps did not stop.

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It's finally time to come to Garan Temple!

Qi Yan walked for more than two hours, from morning to noon, not only her ankles were swollen and painful, but her stomach was also very hungry......

Qi Yan touched his hungry belly, leaned down again, and looked at the sore ankle, which was swollen into a bun again.

"Hey......"

Qi Yan let out a long sigh.

She came for Xie Fuxiu, but now she began to hesitate in her heart again. She is in such an embarrassed way now, wouldn't it be inappropriate to go to see Xie Fuxiu?

Just as Qi Yan was rubbing his ankles and generally hesitating, a young monk came out of the temple, he walked up to Qi Yan's side and stopped.

"Donor, are you alright?" As he spoke, he looked at Qi Yan's ankles.

Qi Yan looked up at the monk.

This monk doesn't look like a monk, he looks too handsome, his eyebrows are clear, and at first glance, he looks like a pampered little son. A plain and unpretentious monk's robe was stunned to give him a kind of luxury.

"Donor?"

"Oh, I'm fine." Qi Yan said.

"Did you go up the hill and stumble?" The monk said.

"Uh...... Yes, it is. ”

The monk slowly stretched out his hand and was polite: "Donor, if you don't mind, I'll help you in?" ”

Qi Yan paused: "It's hard work." ”

She stood up with the strength of the monk.

The Qingjun monk didn't say much, so he acted as Qi Yan's crutch and helped Qi Yan into the temple.

Qi Yan asked tentatively: "Some time ago, did you live in a wheelchair boy in your temple?" ”

"yes." The handsome monk looked at Qi Yan and said, "You're here to find him?" ”

"Hmm!" Qi Yan nodded.

"Then I'll send you to the courtyard where Lord Xie lives?"

Qi Yan's face was happy: "Thank you!" ”

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When Qi Yan pushed the door and saw Xie Fuxiu, he was stunned.

At that moment, she remembered her hazy dream......

In the quiet courtyard of the temple, the sound of Buddha is ethereal, Xie Fuxiu is sitting in a black wooden wheelchair, holding a book in his hand, and a hot tea in his hand, his eyebrows and eyes are lowered, and he can see it attentively.

Qi Yan looked at him fascinated.

"Thank you." The monk's voice sounded like a pebble thrown into a clear lake.

Xie Fuxiu looked up.

"Qi Yan?"

Qi Yan came back to his senses.

"Why are you here?" Xie Fuxiu looked at him in surprise.

"Just, I heard that you came here, come and see you......" Qi Yan scratched the back of his head.

"Your feet ......," Xie Fuxiu noticed her walking posture.

"When you go up the mountain...... I accidentally got it. ”

When Xie Fuxiu heard this, he looked at the monk master who was supporting Qi Yan: "Master Jingyuan, you brought Qi Yan here, right?" Thank you very much. ”

"Thank you for your kindness." Jingyuan helped Qi Yan to the stone bench and said, "You talk, I will leave." ”

With that, the man departed.

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In the clean courtyard, Xie Fuxiu drove the wheelchair to the opposite side of Qi Yan.

"Show me your injuries." He said.

Qi Yan hurriedly said, "I'm fine......"

"Show me." Xie Fuxiu looked at her.

"Oh......" Qi Yan had no choice but to lift his feet.

Xie Fuxiu lifted her socks, saw Qi Yan's red and swollen ankles, and frowned slightly: "Why is it so badly injured?" ”

"It doesn't hurt." Qi Yan hurriedly said, "It's just that it looks serious, but it doesn't hurt." ”

Xie Fuxiu said: "I have bone-setting medicine in my house, you wait a minute." ”

"Oh."

Qi Yan retracted his ankle and watched Xie Fuxiu drive the wheelchair into the house.

Soon Xie Fuxiu came back, holding a bottle of medicinal oil in his hand.

"I'll help you with the medicine." Xie Fuxiu said, opening the medicinal oil.

Qi Yan smelled a familiar smell.

"Eldest prince, you medicinal oil ......"

"What's wrong?"

It's exactly the same as what she had in Xie's house.

Xie Fuxiu said: "Don't worry, this is a good medicine, it was given to me by Dr. He." ”

"Dr. Ho gave it?" Qi Yan couldn't help nodding, "That's no wonder." ”

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing." Qi Yan took off his shoes and socks by himself, "That eldest son...... I'm sorry for you. ”

Xie Fuxiu gently held Qi Yan's ankle: "It will hurt a lot when you rub this medicinal oil, you bear with it." ”

"I know!" Qi Yan said.

"You know?"

"I mean......" Qi Yan coughed dryly: "When you rub the medicinal oil, most of it hurts, right?" ”

Xie Fuxiu: "Then I'll start." ”

"Hmm!"

Xie Fuxiu's movements were very light, but when the medicinal oil rubbed on his ankles and penetrated into his skin, Qi Yan still gasped in pain!

"Hiss......" she clenched her fists and gritted her teeth hard.

Xie Fuxiu's voice was soft: "Qi Yan, it hurts...... Can be shouted. ”

Qi Yan's lower lip bit and blew it slightly: "Really, really?" ”

"Of course it is." Xie Fuxiu's movements were soft, and his voice was softer.

Qi Yan looked at the eldest prince who was close at hand, not knowing if it was pain or because of something else, her voice was muffled.

"Hurt ......" said weakly, like a coquette, like a confidant......

Xie Fuxiu's movements on his hand stopped slightly, but it was only a moment's pause.

"Does it still hurt?" He asked.

"Hurt ......" Qi Yan nodded, without reservation.

"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt for a while......" Xie Fuxiu's tone seemed to be coaxing a child.

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The medicinal oil is good, and sure enough, as Xie Fuxiu said, it won't hurt for a while.

"Does it still hurt?" Xie Fuxiu asked.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Qi Yan shook his head and was about to say something, when at this time, his stomach suddenly "gurgled".

Qi Yan: "......"

"I have some snacks in my house." Xie Fuxiu said, "You wait a minute. ”

With that, Xie Fuxiu took out a food box from the house.

"Taste it." Xie Fuxiu said, placing the food box in front of Qi Yan.

Qi Yan was also really hungry, and he ate a little wolf.

Xie Fuxiu looked at her, smiled slightly, and said, "Eat slowly, don't choke." ”

"Delicious!" Qi Yan's cheeks puffed out when he ate, "It's so delicious!" ”

"Then eat slowly." Xie Fuxiu poured Qi Yan a cup of tea and handed it over, "There's still a lot, don't worry." ”