Cheng Gouyu was too excited, you must know that the third master is the most learned person in their village, just like the second master said, the third master was born in Wenqu Xing and is the military advisor of their village.

But because of the illness of the three masters, the people in the village are worried about their hearts, for fear that one day God will accidentally take Wenqu Xing back, and then he will give birth to a son who will study with, he doesn't want his son to be like himself, an illiterate person who can't read a lot of words.

Now it's okay, the third master is about to see it, how can he not be excited, this excitement is verbose, but the dog is left and didn't realize that he was verbose just now, seeing that Xie Yan didn't answer him, he looked at Song Xiaochi, "Miss Song, do you know what the third master said?" ”

Song Xiaochi and Xie Yan pretended to be husband and wife before, after all, they were in the world, she knew that the girl's family with two maids and a man walking outside with a man must be thought of crookedly, but in this cottage, once Aunt Ni asked her directly if she had not married Xie Yan yet.

Song Xiaochi knew that some women with powerful eyes could tell at a glance whether a woman was married or not, so she didn't continue to hide it, but said that she was an unmarried couple, as for why she ran out together in this cold winter, she didn't say, Aunt Ni looked at the way she didn't want to say, she only sighed, "It's a person who has his own difficulties", and didn't ask any more, but the people in the cottage will call her Miss Song in the future.

Song Xiaochi wanted to roll his eyes, but he still gave Cheng Gou a face, and asked, "What did you say?"

Cheng Gouyu said proudly: "The third master said that chicken soup is fine, but if you want to add a few pieces of chicken, he feels a little hungry."

"Is that a wonderful answer?" Song Xiaochi asked Xie Yan as he walked.

Xie Yan said: "For a person who doesn't want to eat all year round, and only eats vegetarian food even if he is reluctant to eat, his answer is indeed wonderful."

Song Xiaochi thought about it, too, and understood Cheng Gouyu's excitement, but it also confirmed what they had seen and heard in the cottage in the past two days, and these mountain bandits did have the kindness and simplicity of the villagers.

When Song Xiaochi and Xie Yan arrived, Ni Qingyun was gnawing on chicken legs, the gnawing was called a fragrant, Song Xiaochi Xie Yan was just going back, Cheng Gou Yu looked stupid directly, and Aunt Ni next to him was standing next to her with her hands tied up, but her eyes were staring at Ni Qingyun tightly, even Uncle Ni, who had been trying to avoid it during Ni Qingyun's treatment, was also watching his son eat chicken legs with excitement on his face at this time, Ni Qingyun was stable enough, under the burning gaze of so many pairs of eyes, he could still drink chicken soup and gnaw on chicken legs slowly.

When he saw Xie Yan and Song Xiaochi coming in, he hurriedly put down the bowl, and Aunt Ni immediately became nervous when she saw her son put the bowl.

"Qingyun, can't eat it? It's okay, you're just sick, it's good to be able to eat so much, it will definitely be better in the future, you don't have to worry......"

Listening to his mother so carefully finding an excuse to comfort herself, it shouldn't be an excuse, after all, he did eat more today than he usually ate in a day.

Ni Qingyun had mixed feelings, three days ago, if his mother comforted him with such a cautious tone, he would only feel sad, distressed and helpless.

But now, his mood is relaxed and happy, never more light, so that his expression becomes extremely soft, although when he was seriously ill, he has never spoken ill of people, most of the time it is also very gentle, but he himself knows that it took a lot of effort to maintain, and it is completely different from the lightness that comes from his heart now.

Ni Qingyun looked at his father, although his father did not express his concern to his mother in the same way, but the blazing eyes and nervous look all showed that his mood at this time was no different from Aunt Ni.

"Mother, father, I still have to eat some more, although the chicken soup is good, I still want to eat some rice porridge."

Ni Qingyun knew that no matter what he said, he didn't say that he didn't have enough to eat, so he could calm his parents' hearts.

Sure enough, when Aunt Ni heard this, her expression immediately turned from nervous to excited, and she nodded again and again: "Okay, okay, my mother will serve it to you now, the rice porridge has already been boiled."

Uncle Ni's expression also relaxed, and he was also in the mood to greet Xie Yan, "Gongzi Xie, thanks to you this time, you see Qingyun's current situation......"

Xie Yan looked at Ni Qingyun and asked, "Didn't you invite Cheng Lao to come over to check the pulse?"

Ni Qingyun shook his head and looked at Uncle Ni, Song Xiaochi was a little confused, so he looked at Xie Yan, Xie Yan looked at Uncle Ni's slightly uncomfortable look, and instantly understood Uncle Ni's concerns.

Xie Yan said: "The big boss doesn't know how to heal, this matter has long been known to Gongzi, so to know whether Gongzi's condition has improved, or more ideally, whether he has recovered, this matter still needs to be known by Cheng Lao's pulse."

Ni Qingyun gave Uncle Ni a look of "You see what I said is right, you are still not at ease".

Uncle Ni was even more uncomfortable, but he naturally wouldn't say anything to his son who had just improved his condition, and when he turned his head, he saw Cheng Gouyu watching the excitement on the side.

"Go, Gou Yu, have a little more eyes, go and invite Dr. Cheng over, remember to be polite."

It turned out that Uncle Ni always thought that Xie Yan was being modest, thinking that he knew a little medical skills, but his age and qualifications were not as good as that of Dr. Cheng, so he kept asking Dr. Cheng to help Ni Qingyun diagnose and treat after providing the miraculous medicine.

Uncle Ni thinks that it is enough to cure the disease, not to mention that he is just a ten-year-old young man, that is, a three-year-old child, as long as he can save his son, he can also provide people up, so when Aunt Ni and Ni Qingyun asked him to invite Cheng Lao over, he insisted on waiting for Xie Yan to come over for "personal" diagnosis and treatment, he was afraid that Cheng Lao would come, even if Xie Yan had any opinions, he would not say it again, and he had also heard the phrase "peers are jealous".

Unexpectedly, this Xie Gongzi, who was pregnant with miraculous medicine, really didn't understand medical skills, so where did he get his miraculous medicine?

Uncle Ni was puzzled in his heart, but he was not a person with serious curiosity, and he didn't ask any further, and this was also the reason why Song Xiaochi asked Xie Yan to keep claiming that the miracle medicine was his own.

Pifu is not guilty, she still understands the truth of his guilt, the miracle medicine is Xie Yan's, no matter how he got it, and no matter whether others covet it or not, for Xie Yan, his self-preservation ability is always much stronger than hers, besides, Xie Yan also said that even if she doesn't say it, he will rob him of the "credit for saving people".

Song Xiaochi naturally knew that he was also trying to protect himself.

Uncle Ni greeted Xie Yan and Song Xiaochi warmly, and when they just went to the cottage, the attitude of contempt and ignorance was not like a person, but Uncle Ni just turned a blind eye to them at that time, and did not let his subordinates tie them firmly or even hang their hands as written in those words, first let his subordinates tie them firmly or even hang their hands, and then walked around them while rubbing their chins, revealing a smile full of malice and obscenity, threatening and intimidating, and even seeing a beautiful girl or even a woman who was going to be taken captive to be the wife of the village, it was much better, and therefore, Song Xiaochi felt that this place was still far from the standard of a bandit's den.