readx;? Chapter 7: The Deer Song (6)

Ventilate with your father first, use the power of the family, and fight for more buffer time. wrote "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info then used life-saving prescriptions to bargain with Liu Zhiyuan, so that he could temporarily put away his murderous intentions against the second prince.

In the absence of other ways, the two tricks that Fuyaozi pointed out seem to be the best choice. But will these two tricks really work? Chang Wanying was not sure. She was not sure whether her father's love for her could be worthy of her loyalty to Liu Zhiyuan? Even more uncertain, would Liu Zhiyuan, the king of Han, be less wary of the prince of the previous dynasty than his own life?

"Now you do as I say. At least until he sits on the throne, King Han will not dare to openly plot to kill your eighth senior brother. As for after he sat on the throne...... Alas, let's see each other at that time! Everything has to have a beginning, and we can't expect it to happen overnight!" Seeing the hesitation on his apprentice's face, Fu Yaozi thought about it and sighed and added.

"Thank you, Master!" Chang Wanying hesitated again and again, but finally saluted her master, and then stood up hesitantly.

When there is no best course of action, it is better to do something than nothing. This is her father's common rule of doing things, and it has been engraved in her bones before she knows it. Let her not choose to close her eyes and wait for death at any time.

"Alright, wipe your eyes and get to work. It's windy in the mountains, beware of the root of the disease!" Fu Yaozi waved his hand again, turned around, and his back was extremely depressed by the mountain wind.

He is known as a land immortal, but he is still a land immortal after all, he can't fly into the sky, and he doesn't have the ability to scatter beans into soldiers. And the princes and emperors of the world are all said to be reincarnated as true dragons. When the waiters are angry, the blood is thousands of miles, and the emperor is angry, and the blood flows like a river.....

Chang Wanying silently saluted the master's back again, and slowly walked into the west courtyard of the Taoist temple. In that courtyard, there were more than a dozen generals who were dedicated to protecting her, and she could send them at will. All of them are loyal and reliable, and they are skilled in martial arts. However, compared with the behemoth of the Hedong Han Army, more than a dozen generals are simply not even a cold hair. Therefore, she had to brace herself and plan every step below. When everything was arranged within his ability, the sun was already setting in the west.

Although she was exhausted, the girl did not immediately lie down and rest. Instead, he was led by his feet towards the east across the courtyard room. The guy who was overturned by her with a bowl of "soul rejuvenation soup" slept in the first room from the front of the east cross courtyard. I don't know if he wakes up now? If forgetting everything is the best choice for him, did he pretend to be stupid again? Does he remember everything in his heart about the past......

Uneasy, unwilling, and a little bit of the girl's unique curiosity, which drove her to take another look.

Perhaps, after one glance, all the mysteries are revealed. Maybe when he wakes up, he suddenly realizes that she is the person he should trust the most, and then he will immediately pretend to be distressed and ask for her forgiveness as if he had made a mistake as a child. In that case, should she forgive him, or should she clean him up first? It seems that it is good to clean him up, this kid has been beaten since he was a child, and he does not have a long memory every time he is beaten.

In a daze, she thought that she had arrived at her destination. When a few bored senior brothers saw it, they quickly took the initiative to hide away. For this elf-quirky little junior sister of their own family, everyone doesn't want to provoke too much. First of all, no one can withstand her unbelievable means of revenge. Secondly, his own master is a well-known "little head protector". As long as the little junior sister's tears are opened, the person who provoked her will definitely not be able to eat and walk around.

Chang Wanying suddenly became very shy, stood at the door with a red face and hesitated for a long time before gently pushing open the hidden door. Those who have practiced martial arts have a very keen sense of hearing, and she has long heard clearly, and there is no movement in the room except for the sound of even breathing. Apparently the bastard was still asleep.

He wouldn't really be poisoned into a fool, would he? Suddenly, a wave of nervousness surged in his heart for no reason, and all shyness was expelled from the clouds. Raising her leg and rushing in two steps, she stopped her feet again. The body tilted forward uncontrollably because of inertia, and a pair of eyes just saw the most familiar face in this life.

It's a little darker than last year, but the eyebrows, nose, lips and face have changed slightly. Even the expression when he was asleep was vaguely similar to the past, with a bit of satisfaction and naughtiness.

In her memory, he was the most contented one, and she never thought of competing with her brother for the position of prince. Even if some well-intentioned people say and instigate, he usually refuses by pretending to be stupid. By the way, pretending to be stupid! Pretending to be stupid is the first of his three stunts, and he has been able to play it since he was a child. No matter how big the disaster is, as long as he opens his black eyes to the maximum, and then shows an innocent face, he can escape most of the punishment. Of course, his sister Chang Wanshu's fist is an absolute exception.

What if everything he has shown recently is pretending? Could what he has done before be a disservice? But why can't he even believe himself? He and his sister are clearly doing everything possible to save his life, and this is a small Taoist temple in the barren mountains and mountains instead of the Han Wangfu in Taiyuan City?

No, the loss of his memory was certainly not faked. But how can there be such a bizarre illness in the world, and you can selectively forget some of them and leave others? Even if the things you forget and the things you leave behind are closely related to each other! Master said earlier that the only way to cure this disease is for him to take the initiative to open his heart, but what happened to him was so miserable and there were many dangers around him, how could he take the initiative to open his heart .....?

One by one, one by one, the more I think about it, the more confused the girl's mind becomes, and the more dizzy her mind becomes. Before I knew it, I walked to the side of the bed, hugged my knees and began to be in a daze. Before I knew it, I closed my eyes and fell asleep with my back to the table leg at the head of the bed.

When I woke up, I found myself sleeping in a warm bed. The curtains made of coarse cloth were tightly closed, and through the gaps in the fabric was a dim light.

"Ahh The sword was still there, and the leather belt around his waist was securely fastened. The scabbard of shark skin, which has become slightly stable due to prolonged contact with the body. The outer thigh that was accidentally pressed on the scabbard was faintly painful.

This bastard doesn't care for people at all! The next moment, the fear in the girl's heart completely turned into shame. The room belonged to Eighth Senior Brother Shi Yanbao, and it was impossible for a third person to break in without any eyes. He was the only one who carried himself to bed. Knowing how to cover the quilt, knowing how to put down the bed curtains, but not knowing how to untie the saber and put it aside, it really has an elm pimple head! Touching his own clothes will not eat him, and besides, he does not know how many times he touched it when he was a child.

Suddenly remembering the past when she was a child, her face suddenly became hot. He raised his hand and rubbed his cheek vigorously, then rolled over and got out of bed. As soon as I opened the bed curtain a crack, a large tray appeared in front of me. The rich aroma of rice porridge immediately penetrated into the nostrils, causing the throat to move up and down uncontrollably.

"Little Senior Sister is awake, let's get up for dinner! I just came from the kitchen not long ago, and it's still hot!" Eighth Senior Brother, I don't know whether to call him Shi Yanbao or Ning Yanzhang, he handed the tray forward with a smile and said in a low voice.

"Hmm!" Suppressing the urge to press the person on the bed and beat him, Chang Wanying took the tray and placed it in the corner of the table. Then he reached out and grabbed the spoon on it and gulped down the porridge.

The taste of the rice is very delicious, and the color is very attractive. The quality of other grains in Hedong is average, but this millet far exceeds that produced in other places. One glance at it makes people have a double appetite. Paired with a small dish of farmhouse-pickled yellow rice, it is the icing on the cake. Not only are ordinary people's homes inseparable from them, but even the table of a prince is often indispensable for them on occasions that are not entertaining distinguished guests. (Note 1)

swept most of the rice porridge with Huang Yan in one go, and the girl suddenly remembered that there were others present. Stunned, he put down his chopsticks and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, you can eat some too! Don't be too light, Master said that coarse tea and light rice are the most healthy." ”

"I've eaten it before. I was about to return the bowl just now!I didn't expect you to wake up in such time!" Ning Yanzhang smiled and pointed to another set of utensils in the corner of the wall, explaining gently.

"Are you laughing at me for being greedy?" Chang Wanying frowned slightly, and a thin look of anger quickly surged on her face. However, in an instant, she remembered that the eighth senior brother after losing her memory should be regarded as an outsider, and her anger was quickly covered with shame, "Let the senior brother smile, I was a little hungry just now, so, so I ....."

"No, you're much more sven than I thought!" Ning Yanzhang waved his hand and responded naturally. Immediately, he realized that there seemed to be a hint of ridicule in his words, and quickly added, "I mean, I thought you would be like your sister. No, no, that's not what it means. I didn't mean to laugh at you. I've seen your sister eat before, no, no, I haven't seen a woman before. Your sister is the number one ......."

The more you explain, the more the donkey's lips don't match the horse's mouth. Seeing that the girl's eyes were getting rounder and rounder, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and get up to salute, "I'm sorry, little junior sister." I didn't mean to be angry with you. I really don't care how you eat. I'm not Shi Yanbao at all, although I may look a lot like him. Actually, I also have a headache with this appearance at the moment. You all say I'm Shi Yanbao, but I know I'm definitely not! But after I say it, none of you believe me!"

"I believe it!" Contrary to his expectations, this time, Chang Wanying did not immediately burst into tears like she had done the previous times. Instead, he suddenly smiled, his eyes fluttering. The whole room suddenly lit up, and every item was sprinkled with light.

Note 1: Huang Yan, an ancient pickle. It is common in the notes of literati of the Song and Yuan dynasties. It is mostly pickled by monks and nuns. Because of the low cost and the lack of attention to status, it often became a self-deprecating humble word for literati.

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