On the third day, the first moment of the Shen hour. The lord of Ji Bao received a report from the maid, and the boy woke up.

Mrs. Chen, Ah Zhuo, was cooking tea in the front hall, and Ji Wei was leaning on the couch to read a copy of "The Essentials of Medicine". Hello and bumper and follow.

For the past three days, Ji Shu has administered needles to the boy every hour, plus half an elixir "Hongyan" given to him when he was rescued in the woods, and the boy's state has been stable for several days.

The boy's eyelids jumped, his eyes twitched a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes. As if he was very tired, he closed his eyes again when he was half-open and half-closed, so that the little maid was busy cleaning up the table and did not notice this. After a while, as if he had gathered some strength, the boy slowly opened his eyes again. He was still in good spirits, first he turned his head slightly to look at the environment he was in, he couldn't see where he was, he only felt warm all around, and then he looked at the girl who was working on the side, and he didn't know it. I wanted to move, but my body was limp and couldn't exert my strength, and after a while, he saved up a little strength, and he could barely make a little sound in his throat: "Uh......"

This alone was difficult to hear, and the little maid who was working heard it with her sensitive hearing.

"Are you awake?" A hint of surprise appeared on the little maid's face, and she turned her head and called outward, "Yingge, report to the castle master, he's awake!" ”

"Awake? Won't you wake up tomorrow? The maid who was famous outside the warm pavilion heard the call and ran in to take a look, and saw that the person was really awake, so she didn't say a word, "I'll go now!" ”

When the boy heard this, his head was confused: will he wake up tomorrow? Isn't it time to wake up today? How long have I been lying down?

The little maid looked puzzled at him, and comforted: "Don't listen to her, our castle lord said that you are not lightly injured, and you will not wake up until three days." ”

The boy moved his arm, and his body hurt.

He looked at the girl in front of him, he had never seen such a person before, and asked in a low voice, "Where is this?" Who are you? ”

I only heard the little maid say with a smile: "This is Jijiabao, my castle lord rescued you back, and I was ordered by the castle lord to take care of you." ”

This little girl is not very old, fifteen or sixteen years old, she looks thoughtful, neat and tidy, her voice is not very good, and she has a cordial feeling.

He was stunned, thought for a while, and shouted, "Thank you, sister." ”

His voice was hoarse, and he was indescribably weak as he lay on the bed, and the little maid was very satisfied with his obedience, so she smiled again and replied to him, "You know how to be polite." The lord of the castle will come in a moment. ”

The boy didn't speak again, feeling a little tired.

When Ji Wei and his wife arrived at the East Wing Warm Pavilion, what they saw was him so tired and tired.

Hello saw that the boy first let out a low "woo", then stuck out his tongue and wagged his tail and leaned up excitedly.

"What's the matter with you? You found the man, but I saved it! Ji Wei sneered at Ha Jiu's tail wagging flattery, and he was very unaccustomed to it, and commented unceremoniously, "Little white-eyed dog!" ”

Then he looked at the little boy, "Little ghost, you're awake." yes, woke up earlier than I expected. ”

The boy's expression was still a little blank, and his eyes couldn't focus for a long time, he wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Ji Wei: "Shh, don't talk, I'll take a look." ”

With that, he stretched out his right hand and put his fingers on the boy's wrist. The boy only felt that the fingers on his wrist were dry and warm, which made people relax, and he couldn't help but let go of the fist he was holding under the quilt.

After a while, I only heard Ji Jian say: "It's a little weak, but it's not bad, it's a child in the end, it's energetic, and the recovery is fast." ”

After speaking, he took out a delicate small jade bottle from his arms, poured out a light cyan pill, and divided it in half and fed it to the boy's mouth.

"You need to get a lot of rest, don't think about anything, get some sleep."

The boy felt a fragrant breath fill his mouth, and before he could taste it, the pill melted into saliva, and he swallowed it involuntarily, and vaguely heard himself let out a sigh like a whisper, and fell into a deep sleep.

"This kid is smart and strong, and he seems to know how to be grateful, which is rare." Ji Wei looked at Ah Zhuo, "This is like." ”

"Yes, I haven't seen my husband praise anyone like this." Mrs. Chen quipped. Ji Wei looked at his wife seriously: "Ah Zhuo said this," he pursed his lips and shook his head, "Mo'er is your and my son, so naturally it is not bad." ”

It's good that your own children don't boast.

"Pity the kid." Mrs. Chen looked at the boy who was asleep on one side and asked Ji Wei, "What did Ah Ping say when he came back?" ”

"There have been no missing children in the vicinity in recent days – which is to be expected. The abduction of children as young as seven or eight years old must be carried out in secret, and they dare to travel during the day, and in addition to the precautions, the children who have been taken captive must not be living in the nearby villages and towns. ”

Could it be related to the Agarwood Pavilion incident? But where is the connection?

Ji Wei had a secret intuition that the kidnappers behind the boy were inextricably linked to Ji Jiabao.

The boy slept until the next day, and then woke up with a much clearer mind, and the little maid brought fragrant porridge, and when he saw the porridge, he suddenly felt hungry. ate a small bowl, but the little maid didn't ask him if he wanted another bowl, and he didn't dare to ask for another bowl. However, an hour later, the little maid brought porridge again, and brought a small dish of dish—just two bites. In this way, he drank porridge three times in half a day, each time with a small bowl. The little maid told him that people who have just recovered from a serious illness should eat less, eat more frequently, increase the amount in a timely manner, and raise it slowly. This was ordered by the lady.

Two days passed like this. During this period, the lord and his wife came to see it a few times, but they left after a while.

After drinking the porridge, the boy had nothing to do, either thinking nonsense or sleeping for a while. When he was sober, what he thought about the most was Ji Jiabao, the lord and his wife.

He knew from his little maid sister that Jijiabao was a place, but he didn't know what kind of place it was; He intuitively felt that the lord and his wife were good people nine times out of ten, otherwise they would not have saved him, conditioned him, and let him live in a warm house. The key is that they are all good-looking, just like the characters in the painting.

Gradually, he lay a little impatient, feeling that he had been lying down for so many days for too long, what should the lord and lady of Ji Bao blame? Won't you be punished for lying down like this without doing anything? Punish? Punish! Thinking of this word, he suddenly felt a thrill all over his body, and his body suddenly hurt, and the scabbed wound made people tremble like fire. He seemed to see those people forcing him to take medicine, and he flicked the whip at every turn, and with a vicious whip, there was an extra blood mark on his body. Most of the time they whipped their instep, and he sizzled in pain.

He suddenly shivered and broke out in a cold sweat, his eyes closed, his brow furrowed, his teeth clenched, his fists clenched and his limbs stiff. The little maid was half frightened to death when she saw this scene, and hurriedly ran to report to the lord of Ji Castle. Lord Ji Bao and his wife rushed over together, looked at his symptoms, sighed, and said It doesn't matter, how can nightmares be easy to wake up?

Lord Ji Bao sat on the edge of his bed, patting his body softly, letting him slowly relax.

"Kid, do you want to talk to me?"

The child seemed to be in prostration, looked at Ji Wei's eyes, and said with an empty mood: "They are very bad, forcing us to drink medicine every day......" Speaking of this, he involuntarily began to clench his fists again...... shook Ji Wei's hand, or Ji Wei held his hand. He wanted to grasp a straw to comfort him, but what he didn't expect was a warm and strong hand that pulled him ashore. He felt like his sideburns were wet and sticky. He looked at Ji Jian with teary eyes, and then at Mrs. Chen, feeling a little embarrassed to cry in front of such a good-looking character, so he blushed.

Mrs. Chen looked at his pitiful appearance, amused and a little distressed.

"I'm not afraid of children," she said with a mixture of emotions, "what's your name?" Where is your own home? ”

The boy looked at her, his eyes dimmed a little: "I don't know, it hurts when I think about it." ”

He tried to think about it for a while, and as soon as he moved his brain, it seemed that a sharp needle had poked his brain hard, and a sharp pain hit him mercilessly, so painful that he squeezed his eyes and frowned, wishing that he could squeeze the pain out of his mind.

"Don't think about it, it's all over." Mrs. Chen hurriedly said, "It's okay if you can't think of it, I'll talk about it when you're better." ”

Ji Wei took out the silver needle and applied the needle to his extreme spring, elbow fossa and other places, until the boy's breathing was smooth and his breath returned to his body before leaving.

It is said that Ji Mo, the eldest son of the lord of Ji Dabao, has been feeling stuffy in his chest for several days.

On that day, my father went to Lin'an for more than ten days and finally returned home, and he brought back a little boy, whose life and death were uncertain. His father did his best to treat and take care of the little boy, but he did not forget to inspect his schoolwork. After inspecting his schoolwork, his father expressed satisfaction, "I haven't forgotten, if you do well in your schoolwork, I will give you a gift, let me think about what to give you this time, let me let me for a few days?" ”

The father consulted him, and he agreed. Since my father can say a few days of grace so sincerely, I can wait for him to think about it with peace of mind.

After this winter month, he will be ten years old in the spring next year. As a boy of more than nine years old and almost ten years old, and regardless of his personality, his curiosity is always very strong. He wanted to go to the warm pavilion to see what the dying little boy looked like.

When he went into the warm pavilion, the little maid went to the kitchen to get porridge, and he happened to be there. The boy in the bed was sleeping and looked a little thin. His face is pale, the skin on his face is a little rough, his eyes are closed and he can't see whether he is clever or not, his facial features are still upright, and he can't see that he is ugly.

He thought thoughtfully, I must be older than him when he looks so thin, and my father wouldn't be the gift he gave me, right? He was taken aback by his sudden thought, how could he have such a thought? Obviously, there is a little boy lying on the bed, who is still clear-eyed, how did he think of "monkey"? Probably Su Ri was too influenced by his father. But what if my father gave me this lively gift?

With the shame that he shouldn't have thought about it, he didn't dare to delay any longer, and fled quickly.