Bang Chang --

Yan Qing snorted and knelt on one knee, his face pale in pain, but he still held the wooden bowl full of strange medicinal soup in his hand.

After relieving the sharp pain, Yan Qing put down the medicine bowl that had been spilled in half, groped with his two slender hands to help up the wooden stool that had fallen down, stood up with strength, carefully moved it to the wall and put it away, and counted the steps to go back to serve the medicine bowl.

The smell of medicine was hot, and her nose was red, as if she wanted to cry, but she was so quiet that she didn't let out a trace of sobbing.

"Pretending."

The boy sneered, and his crimson eyes saw her clumsiness, and he threw out another hazelnut, which could be stopped at the little girl's feet, and when she stepped on it, he would slip again.

Yan Qing learned the lesson, his cautious steps became more and more restrained, and the soles of his shoes moved forward almost without leaving the ground, kicking the hazelnut forward.

A slight touch alerted her to a foreign object under her feet.

She tentatively hooked it with her toes, and after stepping on it, she rolled back and forth on the sole of her shoes twice to make sure that she didn't hurt her hands, and then slowly squatted down to pick it up.

The boy snorted softly again, turned his head away in boredom, and looked greedily at the bright autumn scenery outside the window.

The sun is shining, the clouds are light and the wind is light, the mountains and trees are deep, and the rabbits are running and the geese are singing.

It's a pity that all this will leave him in front of him.

including the future of his life.

There is no family affection in the heavenly family. In the past, he always didn't believe it, but now he does, but it's too late.

His eyes were so hot and painful, and his vision was even more blurred, even the flying geese in the air were pasted into a turbulent gray shadow, shaped like a ghost.

The boy hastily wiped the water oozing from the corners of his eyes with his cuffs, and watched without blinking.

The rough laundry is washed clean, and it smells of honey locusts and sunlight, which smells good, but it hurts the face.

Especially the young man's pampered little face with fine skin and tender meat.

So far, he can't care about it, he only knows to look at it and look at it less.

A blind prince is a useless waste, it is better to go underground to accompany the poor mother concubine, and be a mother and son in the next life.

Something warm gently touched the corners of his red and swollen eyes, and the boy snapped and slapped it away, and the back of the little girl's hand turned red in an instant.

Yan Qing's pink lips pursed, and he handed the wooden bowl that was like a baby to him:

"Drink the medicine."

The young man's anger rose sharply, and he overturned the obstacle in front of him, and shouted angrily.

Yan Qing fell to the ground silently, his little face was wrinkled, and his left elbow on the ground was painful, and it was time to scratch the skin.

The wooden bowl circled around the ground a few times, causing people to panic and finally stop.

The boy gritted his teeth and stubbornly cast his gaze out the window.

It's not that he wants to bully women, it's that she's too annoying. A few more times when she was bored with herself, she would stop and return him to clean.

It's good for everyone.

Yan Qing shook her skirt soaked in medicinal soup, and got up silently, still holding the cracked wooden bowl in her hand.

"Have you been hypocritical enough?"

Her voice was still milky, but with a very unusual calmness, not angry and arrogant.

"Aren't you blind yet? Self-pity and self-defeating, fun? Even if you are really blind, you can't live? ”

"You're really a wreck, and before others killed you, you rushed to spoil yourself for others. What's the matter, you're being fed by the enemy? Worried that people will be tired from making a move, and plan to completely cut themselves off? You're so filial, sneer. ”

Yan Qingli sneered at him back and forth, rubbed his aching knee, raised his left elbow, which was suspected of being broken, exhaled twice, and tentatively touched his lips lightly to check the injury.

"Shut up!"

The young man was furious, but turned his head to see this strange scene.

The little arm that was not seen in the sunlight was dazzlingly white, and the indecent words flashed in his mind, and the vigorous anger stopped abruptly, so that he could not go up.

"You know what."

He couldn't hear the word filial piety the most at the moment, endured and endured, squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, and let out a half-breath.

Yan Qing ignored him, opening his mouth to lick his wounds, just like a small beast in the mountains.

"What do you do!"

The young man was shocked, ripped off the black cloth covering her eyes and threw it back on her face, gritted his teeth and said:

"Stop trying to make a show in front of your master, get out and take medicine! Even if you are blind, it will not be your turn to mock! ”

Yan Qing squinted to adapt to the sudden light, caught the black cloth that had slipped off his face and pinched it in his hand, and looked him up and down with big black and white eyes.

"Didn't you still hurt your brain? Speak without a head or a brain, and the preface does not match the afterword. It's going to be tough. ”

"If you are afraid of blindness, I can blindfold you and teach you how to make a living; But if you're stupid, I can't teach you any more. You can't make me pretend to be a fool, can you? I can't pretend to be so smart. ”

She looked at him again, her face full of disgust:

"Even if I learn like that, you may not learn it. If you raise a fool, you will lose money. ”

Yan Qing glanced down at the cracked wooden bowl in his hand, accurately threw it into the pile of firewood and grass in the corner of the outer room, and stretched out a slap to him to report the account:

"Add medicine to the bowl, and deduct five cents of silver from you. Your satin clothes and jewelry will be sent to the pawnshop, which can be used as twenty taels at most, and you will wait to sell yourself to pay off your debts. ”

"Chunfeng Lou doesn't matter if you are blind or stupid, your face and body are marked."

"You dare! I killed you alive! ”

The young man's eyes were about to split, and he clenched his fists to hit someone, but he accidentally pulled the wound on his chest, snorted in pain, broke out in a cold sweat, and fell back to the bed weakly.

Yan Qing was playing with the black cloth towel in both hands, looking at him coldly, seeing that the white cloth wrapped around his chest was oozing blood, he slowly hooked the corners of his mouth, and his tone was sneering.

"I thought you were really like ashes, aren't you still reluctant to give up your stinky skin? Sentimental. ”

"There are many ways in this world that life is better than death. Going to Chunfeng Lou is not the worst, at least the work is light, and if you do a good job, eat and drink spicy, it can be regarded as a day of mastery. ”

"And those who were sold into slavery, raised in captivity like fighting cocks, fought with all kinds of beasts of prey for people to watch, and earned money for their masters' families, most of them lost their arms and legs, and even died in the mouths of beasts, haven't you heard of it?"

"There are also those who have folded their arms and legs and thrown them to beg on the streets, and the money they earn for their meals to feed the big beggars;"

"Those who are sold to be tested by medicine men; those who have been trained to kill by the dead; decapitated prisoners who were replaced with prisoners who committed crimes; He was put on a dead dog skin and pretended to be a dog mongrel. Oh, there's so much more you can't think of. ”

The boy's face turned blue, his thin lips trembled uncontrollably, and his crimson eyes opened in fear, as if he were looking at a demon in human skin.

Yan Qing saw that he was honest, so he stepped forward and changed the dressing and bandaged the wound on his chest again.

The young man silently let her move, and whispered awkwardly:

"Thank you for saving me."

Look at her being so greedy for money, but she didn't sell him to the evil Chunfeng Building, and she was willing to bother to treat his injuries, so she deserved to thank him.

Yan Qing glanced at him with a smile, and his aura of not distinguishing between good and evil was really a little unpredictable.

The boy was cold.

She wouldn't think about raising his flesh and skin and selling it for a big price, right?

Inexplicably, he felt that this weird little girl had done this kind of thing, so he subconsciously showed a flattering smile:

"I will heal my wounds well, even if I am blind, I will not seek death. I'll do things for you and earn you money. ”

Longyou Shoal Tiger falls in Pingyang, he Xia Chenyuan is a dignified Nine Emperor Prince, even if he falls to death, he can't fall into prestige and lose his innocence.

Phew, what did he think.

The eldest husband is not happy to live and die, why should he linger and wagging his tail and beg for mercy, and be held hostage by this country girl?

When she is negligent and slack, she will run away. If you don't ask him about your wishes, you can't decide what you want to do? Joke!

Yan Qing looked at the young man's complicated expression in his eyes, pulled the quilt under his neck, and tested the temperature of his forehead with his calloused little hand, and praised perfunctorily:

"Those who know the times are handsome, not bad."