"Afraid of what? I have water here, and besides, a girl is a girl, how can I join the army and fight? There is also an old wound on your neck, I'll give you some ointment to apply later, and the scar won't look good. ”

Ah Jiu insisted on holding her hand and pressing it into the basin.

Hua Ling bit the corner of her mouth and looked at this girl who was about the same age as herself, shocked, her heart was sour, she hadn't been treated as a girl for many years.

Ah Jiu's heart was also tight when he touched her hand, but his beautiful hand was full of calloon wounds, rough like a fifty or sixty-year-old man.

When she was washed, Ah Jiu had already prepared a towel and handed it over:

"Rub it, look how beautiful it is."

Hua Ling hesitantly took the towel, she hadn't taken a shower or washed her face for two years.

In the bronze mirror of the dresser, she was shocked by her better appearance, and her hand touched her face unconsciously, and she couldn't believe it.

Ah Jiu saw that she suddenly came here and seemed very detained, but she didn't speak, so she might as well say more by herself:

"It was Tuoba Yan who asked you to come, too, it's not convenient for you to be a girl in the barracks, won't you feel uncomfortable sleeping at night?"

As soon as these words came out, Hua Ling bit her lip and rarely showed what a girl should look like:

"I'm used to it, I'm sleeping in my clothes."

"You can take it off here." Ah Jiu smiled and took out a spiritual ginseng, which happened to have a mortar in the kitchen, mashed some, and added the white peony that was dead in the back garden and only had white peony roots.

Add some rice milk, but it can be used to heal the wound.

Ah Jiu was too enthusiastic for her to be uncomfortable, so she put the paste at the bottom of the bowl on the dresser: "You wipe the wound on your neck yourself." ”

Hua Ling's eyes flashed with a wandering gaze, for so many years, she had never met someone so considerate and gentle to her.

To help her, more often than not, she forgets that she is a girl.

Ah Jiu is reluctant to waste the washing water in the basin, although it is black, it can also water the flowers and plants.

Looking back, Hua Ling was still stunned on the spot, looking at a certain place in a daze.

"You don't paint it, I'll paint it for you?" Ah Jiu said tentatively.

"No, no, I'll do it myself." Sure enough, Hua Ling hurriedly picked it up and smeared it on his neck.

"I heard Zhao Kun say that you lost the bet with Tuoba Yan?" Ah Jiu said with interest.

"Yes." Hua Ling was originally very confident that she could persuade those who surrendered together, but she really muttered about the feelings of birth and death together.

"Admit defeat in the bet, and I will serve you in the future." Hua Ling waved her hand and said with a cheerful face.

"I don't need you to serve me." Ah Jiu took a small shovel and cultivated some more soil at the roots of the white peony that had dried up for an unknown number of years.

After all, this is spiritual spring water, and it will soon sprout and be resurrected.

"Why? Wouldn't I have nowhere to go? Despair flashed in Hua Ling's eyes when she heard this, and General Tuoba of the military camp didn't let her go back.

"I mean I don't need you to take care of you, let you live with me, but I also think it's inconvenient for you to be in the pile of men, you treat it as a sister."

Ah Jiu patted the soil at the root.

Hua Ling is petrified again, and she is a sister to the general's wife?

Ah Jiu didn't care about her, walked to the side room and knocked on the door: "Xue Zhen." ”

"The door is unlocked."

Ah Jiu pushed the door in, and took out a spirit ginseng as he walked: "I've planted it, how is your progress in cultivation?" ”

Xue Zhen sat cross-legged on the soft couch in the bedroom, dressed in white, but looked more like a fairy than grandma.

I didn't notice Hua Ling standing outside the door at all, and Hua Ling didn't know that there was a second person in this Hundred Flowers Pavilion courtyard.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, Hua Ling thought she was dazzled, how could there be a man who looked so good?

It's just that why is his hair white? Is there some incurable disease?

For things with aura, Xue Zhen naturally couldn't refuse, stuffed the ginseng into his sleeve, and took out a pile of yellow paper:

"Take it to Tuoba Yan, these talismans are blessed with golden light body protection spells, which can deal with those puppets."

Although he promised to return to the team and Tuoba here, it was not his cultivator who had repeatedly received favors from others, so he naturally wanted to give something back.

Ah Jiu's pupils shrank, and he took it and looked at it, it was Zhu Youshu's talisman strokes.

And she could see the faint glow of golden and red light on these runes.

The book said that the painting talisman needs angelica, cinnabar, etc. for ink, after all, cinnabar is poisonous, but it is also a pure yang thing, it seems that this red light is the qi of this cinnabar.

But how could she paint herself and there was no real qi flowing on it in the middle of the night?

Xue Zhen saw that she was still stunned and added: "This return gift is not enough?" ”