Until she finished feeding the medicinal porridge, Jin Jiaojiao didn't dare to squeak. Zhao Bingyu is well aware of her temperament, and in this moment of vulnerability, the shell she wears on the outside is a weapon with spikes on both sides, stabbing herself inward, threatening and panicking others outward.

But he had to be close to her, break her hurtful thorns in order to embrace that fragile soul and take care of it.

Zhao Bingyu hugged her through the quilt, calming the emotions in each other's hearts, and after a long time, Jin Jiaojiao said, "You are so fierce."

"You're killing me!"

She heard Zhao Bingyu seem to laugh, and when she listened carefully, it was like a sigh, "Crying?"

Jin Jiaojiao pursed her mouth, like a child without sugar, aggrieved, "I didn't cry."

"Poor little child."

After a while, she spoke again, "I'm dying." The plague has always made her jealous.

"Then I won't survive." Zhao Bingyu didn't think twice.

Jin Jiaojiao pushed him away and asked him seriously, "Jia Ming, do you sympathize with me?"

Zhao Bingyu looked deeply into her eyes and said sincerely, "It's better for you to sympathize with me."

Jin Jiaojiao didn't understand.

He said, "My wife abused me."

Pointing to the corner of his forehead, the same place, a bruise.

Jin Jiaojiao smashed it out, twice.

"And locked me out."

Jin Jiaojiao searched her stomach and didn't find a reason to refute it, and a sentence that Shen Miaoer often said suddenly flashed in her mind.

"Hit yes...... Scolding yes......" she mumbled.

"Uh-huh, what?" Zhao Bingyu didn't hear clearly.

Without saying good things twice, Jin Jiaojiao replied to him, "Say that you have a sick brain." Went around and around again.

"yes, yes." Zhao Bingyu spread the pillow flat and told her to lie down, "Eat and sleep quickly, little pig."

Jin Jiaojiao was unhappy again, glaring at him with her eyes open, and Zhao Bingyu teased her again, "Baby piggy, go to sleep."

This man is so naïve, she thought softly. "And what are you? Pig farmer?"

"No, I'm a butcher."

I swear to God, Jin Jiaojiao has never seen a butcher so handsome, and he must have been quite elegant when he lifted a knife to kill pigs.

"Jia Ming, why are you doing this to me?"

Why are you so good to her, tolerate her, indulge her, beat a stick and give a candy. Zhao Bingyu suddenly leaned over and approached her, Jin Jiaojiao's pupils shook violently, and for a moment she thought he was going to kiss herself, her fingers tightened the clothes, and Jin Jiaojiao didn't dodge it for the first time.

And also...... Always unconditionally in front of her.

The tips of the two noses were separated by dozens of centimeters, Zhao Bingyu stopped leaning forward, his deep magnetic voice and warm smile were stained with exhaustion, and he said, "Because you are my wife."

So is it because of this identity connection?

"What if I wasn't your wife?"

"It's not up to you to decide, you can cultivate in the same boat for a hundred years, and sleep together for a thousand years, I have practiced for thousands of years to get a wife, if you say no, it's not."

Jin Jiaojiao didn't know if he was deliberately changing the topic with his fallacies or heresy, and said vindictively: "Heli is not."

"How dare you!"

"How dare I dare."

Zhao Bingyu thought for a moment and said, "You are violent, you have a bad temper, you are picky in eating, stubborn and stubborn, domineering, and domineering, Huo Huo, I will forget it, don't harm others."

"Then you are really a bodhisattva, I am so bad, you still rush into the door of my house."

"It's okay, I'm here to purify you."

Sick and weak people are the most likely to be sleepy, and the previous venting consumed what little energy she had left, Jin Jiaojiao yawned, already a little sleepy, "Am I not good at all?"

"There are still that, like ......."

Jin Jiaojiao is looking forward to it, ready to accept praise words such as Bing Xue is smart, outstanding, resourceful, and brilliant.

Zhao Bingyu's eyebrows relaxed, and he was about to speak, but Jin Jiaojiao immediately felt what he was about to say, and immediately interrupted him, "Okay, I know I'm beautiful and rich."

"This is an advantage, not an advantage, I thank you, male Bodhisattva." Jin Jiaojiao rolled over, closed her eyes and asked him, "Will I die?"

Zhao Bingyu replied, "There is a male bodhisattva, where can you die."

"If I die, you will recognize my father as a godfather, but you will have to keep the festival for me for five years, and you will not be able to marry Xuxian after five years."

Zhao Bingyu smiled, "What is the reason why I think my father-in-law is my godfather? It's not impossible to admit it, my wife first called Brother Ah Yu to listen."

Is the point about recognizing godfathers? Her focus is on whether it is good to keep the festival for five years!

Brother Ayu? What a mess.

Jin Jiaojiao slept peacefully in this chaotic mind, maybe she would die tomorrow, or like the villagers of Jufang Village, she would die after a year or two, but she was not so afraid and lonely anymore.

Zhao Bingyu guarded her until she fell asleep, then he was relieved, rubbed his sour eyes, he picked up the porridge bowl and walked out of the room gently.

On the second day, Jin Jiaojiao's condition did not improve, the whole person was in a state of dazed high fever, Zhao Bingyu tried his best to maintain his apparent calm, and his heart was already anxious to plan to take her to the city for medical treatment, if it didn't work, he would return to Bianjing, and if it didn't work, he would go back to Jinhuaguan to find his master, his master Chisong Zhenren could do anything, there must be a way to save Jin Jiaojiao, as for the villagers of Jufang Village, he didn't have the heart to care.

The eldest wife of the world is the biggest, if he hadn't insisted on exploring the situation in the village, Jin Jiaojiao would not have contracted the plague, it was his carelessness. In any case, even if he risks revealing his identity, he must return Jin Jiaojiao to good health.

What do you want, yesterday Uncle Xiang sent to Yuzhou City to ask for a doctor, but really invited the great god Chisong Zhenren to the remote mountain col of Jufang Village, along with An An, Xi'er, and Zhao Bingyu's little junior brother Kong Qier, who was about to worship Rushi.

Subsequently, Liu Xuanhe and Shi Li, the parent official of Yuzhou City, also rushed over, as soon as he heard that his two life-saving benefactors were attacked by a mob in Qingcheng Mountain, and he didn't care that his injuries were not healed, he immediately found the Yuzhou government to reveal his identity, and put pressure on Shi Li, and rushed to Qingcheng Mountain with his people.

Shi Li is a leisurely and hard-working official, so when Liu Xuanhe mentioned Jufang Village, his first thought was: What kind of ghost village is it, under his jurisdiction?

It is true that the magistrate did not report the plague/situation in Jufang Village, but his parents, the official, were really incompetent, so in the few seconds when he was stunned, the black gauze hat on his head was no longer guaranteed, and Lord Liu of the honest and upright Dali Temple decided to wait for the end of the Jiangnan Tan Gu case to go to the imperial court and clean up these court moths.

After feeding Jin Jiaojiao with the medicine, Zhao Bingyu was repairing the wooden door that caused him last night. As soon as he entered the valley, he took his little disciple to ride the wind, and arrived at the thatched hut one step ahead of the others.

With a sword hanging from his waist, he threw Kong Qier in his arm and flew to the tall elm tree, and lay down on the branch leisurely.

Kong Qier's child has probably long been accustomed to the unusual path of the real person of Chisong, being at such a high distance, he is stunned and does not cry or make trouble, and is as well-behaved as a rag doll.

The real person of Chi Song admired the tall branch of the tree for a while, and the carpenter Zhao repaired the door.

Then he said leisurely: "Ah Yu's good apprentice, I don't say goodbye for more than half a year, it seems that I have been doing well, look at this dress for the teacher, tsk, magnificent, decent."

Zhao Bingyu looked up and said in surprise, "Master?"

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