Ji Yunxiao took a look at the body wrapped in a quilt, like a zongzi, in the cold wind of the night, as long as he felt cold on his face, he felt that the boots on his feet were rotten and his toes were exposed.

He himself really looked like a beggar he had never seen before, and his clothes were even more tattered than the one he had taken in.

Ji Yunxiao couldn't do anything, the fragrance of flowers outside didn't block the stench on his body, the smell of blood was too heavy and smelly.

I had lost so much blood that I didn't feel weak or hungry.

Ji Yunxiao couldn't guess the mystery here, and chose to solve the mystery.

He came to the door of the light-filled room, the door was closed, and he knocked.

"Knock Knock Knock"

"Who?" Plum blossom and Miss have already eaten dinner, and she is making underwear for the son.

Hear a knock on the door and come out and open the door.

"Ah" The door opened, and Meihua saw the bloody boy he had seen in the main hall, wrapped in a quilt.

"Poof" Meihua thought of the zongzi, covered her mouth and smiled.

Ji Yunxiao saw a girl, dressed in old clothes, white washed, but very clean, this girl, he guessed that it didn't look like a nun.

Is it really like what he guessed, this is a family's family temple, but he doesn't know who is in the room and whose patron is.

was laughed at by the girl, Ji Yunxiao could only smile bitterly, his appearance was reduced to a joke, he also admitted it, who made him unlucky to be chased and killed?

"Girl, could you please borrow a set of clothes?"

"This son, the slave maid is making a set of clothes for the son in the afternoon, as well as underwear, and the child's shoes are also torn? The slave maid made a pair of cotton shoes for the son. ”

After Meihua smiled, she saw that the boy seemed to be healed from his injuries, but she didn't see that there was a weakened expression in his expression.

"Thanks!"

Ji Yunxiao listened to the girl's voice and remembered it, as if one of the voices he had heard in a dream, one of the people who saved him.

The other one should also be a woman.

He saw through the door that the girl had opened that there seemed to be a bed inside, and in the light there was a faint figure of a thin figure.

"Childe, you are standing here, it is inconvenient for my young lady to see you."

Plum blossoms here for 7 years, etiquette or know some, her young lady is a daughter, in the big night, it is inconvenient to see a foreign man, a strange man.

"Hmm" Ji Yunxiao looks like this at the moment, and it is inconvenient to go in to meet other people's young ladies.

It's not that he's afraid of other people's jokes, it's embarrassing, and his noble son will be shy.

When the maid laughed at him just now, his face was already red, but the maid couldn't see it in the night.

Meihua entered the room and said to Liang Xiwen in the room: "Miss, it's the injured son, he wants to borrow clothes." ”

"Hmm" Liang Xiwen already knew from the conversation outside, and it was clear that the person must have eaten the clear spring in her hand, healed from his injuries, and woke up.

Lucky enough to meet her.

Plum blossom took the clothes made in the afternoon and the underwear made in the evening to the door together.

"Childe, this is the clothes that the slave maid made for Childe in the afternoon and evening when she saw that Childe was injured and his clothes were rotten."

"Thank you" Ji Yunxiao's language is concise, and he can only contain infinite gratitude from these two words.

"Childe, you wait, the slave maid prepares hot water for Childe, and asks Childe to bring the hot water to the palace to wash."

"Good"

Meihua thought very thoughtfully, in such a cold weather, the injuries on the son's body can't be washed, it's good to wipe his body, he can smell the smell of blood from the son's body.

With so much blood shedding, the body must be very dirty.

In the young lady's room, she took out a basin and poured a little hot water from the stove, and poured a little cold water from a bucket.

Holding this basin of water at the door, I saw that the son was holding clothes in his hands and a quilt around his body, so he could only help him carry it to the palace next door.

Ji Yunxiao opened the door of the main hall when he came out just now, and at this moment the two of them came to the main hall.

The maid lit the oil lamp and lit up the whole hall.

"Childe, don't wash the place where you are injured, the slave will bring you food in a while."

Ji Yunxiao nodded: "Hmm"

The maid thought so thoughtfully, she could feel the warmth from a strange woman.

Is this arranged by her young lady, or does she have to make her own claims?

If her young lady hadn't given instructions, the slave wouldn't have dared to do so much for him!

Ji Yunxiao took a look at the fabric in his hand, the fabrics of his coat and underwear were all very good materials, similar to the clothes he usually wore.

Dressed in such a shabby maid, but she gave him such good materials to make clothes.

Ji Yunxiao didn't know if they were living in poverty to worship their ancestors, or if it turned out that a young lady was reduced to live here, and she was already living in poverty.

Ji Yunxiao watched the maid go out, thinking a lot in his mind, and closed the door of the hall with his hand.

He uncovered the quilt and tore off the tattered clothes one by one.

The dried blood stains stuck to the tattered clothes on his body, and he tore off the rotten clothes, as if they were peeling off layer by layer.

Take off that tattered pair of shoes, the socks are rotten, and the shoes are rotten.

There was a handkerchief in the basin, and he wiped his face with it, and then he wiped it on his body, but he didn't feel any pain.

found that the skin that had been rubbed was all good, and Ji Yunxiao was surprised with doubts and doubts.

He remembered that he had been hit by a lot of knives on his body, and there were also sword wounds, and he was rubbing his body at the moment, everywhere, as if he had never been injured.

The blood was not what he was, as if it was only in a dream, only tattered clothes and blood stains were a proof that he had been injured.

Ji Yunxiao felt very magical, is this an immortal technique?

Or did he eat the elixir? I can feel like I didn't have an injury all of a sudden.

He thought about it, looked at the mystery of his body, and then he felt the coldness on his body, and put on the new set of clothes and underwear.

The maid is well made, and the underwear and clothes she makes fit well.

Ji Yunxiao got dressed, looked at the pair of tattered socks, and the pair of tattered boots, and smelled the stench from there.

I'd rather go barefoot than wear it.

When he looked up, he saw the god and Buddha again, and he folded his hands and said sorry.

"Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva is offended, good and good."

"Childe, are you ready?"

Ji Yunxiao opened the door of the main hall and saw the maid just now, holding her a plate of steaming buns and a bowl of water.

"Childe, this is the bun left by the slave maid for you, you eat and sleep first, it's cold outside at night, your injury is not healed, take a good rest."

"Well, thank you." When Ji Yunxiao saw the maid, he wanted to ask her, but when he heard her words, his mind was guessing, didn't this maid know? Healed his wounds?

"Childe, don't thank you, you eat first." Meihua said and nodded and walked out, she rarely saw a foreign man, and when she saw that the son was shy, she could only lower her head and walk out gently.

"Good"

Ji Yunxiao ate steamed buns and drank water, the more he thought about it, the more interesting he felt.

(End of chapter)