"With, work, pay, debt?" Feng Yan raised his head, looked at him with a gloomy face, and bit down on the four words word by word, with a strange meaning that was indescribable.

Zhao Langzhong reacted at this time, maybe she had always been extremely tolerant to him, and he had almost forgotten that the other party was not a good person...... And he was too fearless, and he probably crossed the bottom line that she could tolerate him. Even if the surnamed Feng needs to rely on him for treatment and needs a hiding place to hide from the enemy, on the premise of not killing him, he can find a remote place and lock him up to force him to dispense medicine.

If you don't cooperate, you won't be given anything to eat, or you will be beaten and abused, this person, this woman can definitely do it!

And the surname Feng is half a peer, and her knife is also full of anger, if she really wants to imprison him, he can't save himself by poisoning her or other means. You can only succumb to the other party in order to suffer less, cure the other party's disease, and then lose the use value you rely on for survival; Or maybe the medicine he prescribed had no effect, and the other party lost patience and disposed of him.

Just when Zhao Hanjing was drenched in cold sweat, his hands and feet became more and more weak, and he wanted to take a soft face and say something good to save the situation, he saw the woman nod cautiously and said, "Yes." ”

That's it, agreed?

He was holding on, Feng Yandi stretched out one hand again, he wanted to dodge, but he didn't dodge.

However, the other party didn't do anything to him, just tested the temperature of his forehead.

"It's hot again...... I was going to wipe your back with shochu. Feng Yan got up and went to the stove, mixed a large bowl of warm boiled water, and brought it over, "Drink." ”

It turned out that the surname Feng picked up his clothes to help him cool down with soju? Zhao Hanjing sat up stiffly, took the bowl of water, and poured it down. The water tasted strangely astringent with sugar and salt, but he resisted the discomfort and drank it all.

She brought the bowl to the stove, folded it back, twisted a cool hand towel, and put it on his forehead: "You have been exposed to cold in the rain before, and now you have lost blood, and your heart is still a little depressed, and this disease will attack for a few days." Is it just in time for your father's death? ”

"No hurry, there are still a few days." He didn't expect that she would still remember his father's affairs, and the grievances in her heart would be half dispersed; But as soon as he remembered that the person surnamed Feng was pinching his neck and slashing him with a knife, he couldn't help but reply with a gun and a stick, "As long as you don't toss me anymore, sooner or later you will be fine." ”

The man surnamed Feng glanced at him expressionlessly, and actually agreed: "Okay, I won't toss you again in the future, you can relax, and you will be raised, huh?" ”

"Who, who knows if you're lying to me. Now it's nice to say, and when you turn around, you're going to shout and kill again. His head became more and more dizzy, and Zhao Langzhong curled up in the quilt, feeling that his face was a little burned. But he stubbornly decided that it was because he was having a fever and that there was nothing else.

"No, you're useful now, if you die like this, I'll have a hard time finding a suitable Langzhong." Feng Yan put his hand on his shoulder socket and helped him massage the joints that were uncomfortable due to fever, "So, whether it's me or another me, I will take good care of you." ”

Oh, because he's still useful, isn't he? Zhao Hanjing felt very uncomfortable when he heard it, but he couldn't deny it, only when the surname Feng told him so, his personal safety could be guaranteed. Zhao Langzhong simply closed his eyes, let her fiddle with himself, and began to sincerely miss Feng Ayan, who would admit his mistake because he was scared of his stomach pain, and cook rabbit porridge for him to eat, and said angrily: "When I cure you, I have no use value, and I can be killed by you casually, right?" ”

"I advise you not to think like that. Judging from your physical condition, if you think too much, it is not conducive to recovery. It does need to be kept secret, but I can make other arrangements; If you keep the agreement between us, I can assure you that it will not hurt you. Feng Yan paused and added, "She said that you will have stomach pain because you are frightened, which is very bad. ”

Zhao Hanjing thought for a while, and suddenly understood that this "she" referred to Feng Ayan.

"Then, if I conscientiously abide by the agreement, and when your double soul disease is cured, what will you do with me?" At this time, his head didn't hurt so much, and he was a little drowsy, but because he was afraid of having nightmares again, he forced himself to open his eyes and pestered her to talk to him, "Don't perfunctory me!" ”

"I can take you back to the capital and buy you a house, or live in my house. For the sake of safety, I hope you can be honest and stay under my nose all the time. Her hand moved to the back of his neck and rubbed it, well, it's still too thin, and it would be nice if it was a little more plump, "But you can rest assured, I won't treat you badly in terms of food and clothing, if you have any requirements, even if you can bring it up, as long as it is not excessive, I will try my best to satisfy you." ”

She suddenly thought that Feng Ayan had mentioned in the letter that as soon as this little Zhao Langzhong was scared, he was going to drill into the quilt. She thought it was a little funny, but she didn't know how to laugh, so she couldn't help but put forward an idea that was actually very unnecessary: "When the time comes, I will go to the Nanyang merchant and order you a big quilt made of goose down, how about it?" ”

Inexplicably, Feng Yan suddenly had the illusion that he was in the outer room.

She had a bold idea about this: in case Zhao Langzhong was really that person...... has his master's token and entrustment, and it can be regarded as the order of his parents; Anyway, on the surface, she can't "marry a wife and have children", and she is not afraid of being called a broken sleeve, so when the time comes, she will directly carry him home as a "lady" and support him for a lifetime, it seems that it is okay?

"Hmph, lie, you can't afford to pay for the medicine...... How can you buy so many things......" Zhao Hanjing turned over and muttered in a daze, and when Feng Yan poked him again, Xiao Langzhong just sniffed and turned his face away, obviously asleep.

Feng Yan pulled out his hand and tucked the corners of the quilt for him.

is indeed the same as "her" said, Xiao Zhao Langzhong is quite cute.

She observed for a while and confirmed that Zhao Hanjing was breathing very evenly, his complexion was slightly better, and he slept very smoothly, not like a nightmare, so she went to dig some rice with confidence and slowly stewed it in a small casserole. Xiao Lang lost blood and was frightened, so he should have made up for it, but unfortunately the conditions in this mountain are really limited, so he can only wait for the future to recuperate. Fortunately, among the sacrifices he carried into the mountain, there were also some fruits such as longan and dried dates, and she picked up a few and threw them into the pot, and added a large spoonful of brown sugar to them, which was better than nothing.

In addition to the porridge, she also turned to the dry food that Ah Yan had searched from those fine crops the day before, which was some rice and flour cakes, and she also steamed them again in a pot on the stove, which was more satisfying than porridge...... As long as he doesn't tell Zhao Langzhong, he shouldn't be taboo.

Even though the weather was clear, it was autumn and it was still cool in the mountains, when the wind blew through the broken door panels and into the house. The fire in the small tea stove and stove was blazing, Feng Yan pulled a few blackened wooden sticks, mixed water, wrote with his right hand, and left a book for "Feng Ayan".

The reason why she was willing to believe the letter was not only because of the handwriting and writing habits, but also because whether it was "Feng Ayan" or "Feng Yan", they were the names she used when she was young. Since both of them remember what happened before they fell off the cliff, the cause is probably as Zhao Langzhong said, because the back of her head hit a mountain rock, and her father's death.

Her father is the one who raised her and grew up, the kind of person she has always been looking for, wanting to imitate and want to become.

At that time, her father was seriously injured, and before he died, he told her that there was no need to feel sad, and that it was the best outcome for him to be loyal to death.

He was blind indeed.

But she couldn't swallow it.

Feng Yan touched the wooden hairpin on his head, as if to confirm that it was still in his hand and that it was still pinned in his bun. Now that she has no one to rely on, it's time for her to take on the burden herself.

As for Zhao Langzhong...... She looked back at the sleeping young man, who was nestled comfortably in the quilt, and a gust of wind passed by, as if he felt a little cold, and curled up unconsciously. She remembered that the clothes and quilts drying outside the door had been dismantled and washed cleanly, and hung on the rope neatly, and her heart somehow softened for a moment—at least he would have to stay here for another half a month, and when he woke up, he would nail the door again.

Zhao Hanjing didn't sleep for long, and when he opened his eyes in a daze of hunger, it had only been an hour and a half since he was full. But for an hour and a half, he had a rare lack of nightmares, so even though the fever had not subsided much and his head was dizzy, he felt much more comfortable.

He drank a big bowl of water before going to bed, and he woke up a little bit like to relieve himself. Zhao Langzhong turned over, rested on the mattress for a while, and then slowly got up with both hands. I didn't feel it when I was lying down, but now when I move like this, I feel that the joints all over my body are astringent and painful. When Zhao Hanjing tried to stabilize his body and was worried that he would fall back with a black bang in front of him, a pair of hands grabbed his waist forcefully.

It's Feng Yan.

He cleared his throat a little embarrassed, sat up with her support, his legs drooped on the edge of the kang, and he bent down to put on his shoes: "I just want to go to the thatched house......

"I'll help you go."

"Huh? No, no, no! I'll go on my own! Hey-" Which Cheng wanted to be surnamed Feng and hugged him directly, Xiao Zhao Langzhong exclaimed, for fear that he would fall, so he instinctively hugged the other party. By the time he came back to his senses, his two arms had already wrapped around Feng Yan's neck. Zhao Hanjing couldn't help but start complaining to himself, why is he so daring, he hugged it now, if he refuses to push and refuse, it seems that he is so hypocritical.

Fortunately, the man surnamed Feng just carried him to the door of the thatched house, told him to call her when he was done, and then he didn't know what to do. Xiao Langzhong felt that his face was panicked, and he lifted his pants after putting the water on his red face, and planned to walk back by himself - but he didn't take two steps, his knees hurt, and he almost knelt on the ground.

Feng Yan heard the sound, walked out from the back of the house, picked up the person without saying a word, put it directly on the edge of the kang, and brought a basin of hot water and pancreas: "Wash your hands and eat." ”

"Hmm." He was still struggling with his two indisputable legs, washing his hands and sniffing at the same time, when he smelled a sweet and hot smell in the room.