Splitting headaches, nausea and retching, and an appetite for anything to eat. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Anyone who has ever been drunk knows this kind of discomfort.

The porridge was hot and cold, cold and hot, and it was placed at Qiumei's bedside, but he couldn't eat it.

Not only was he drunk, but his forehead was as hot as coals.

spent the most expensive money, found the best Langzhong in the city, and decocted the most bitter medicine, but Qiu Mei drank as much as she vomited.

The class leader sighed and stayed at the head of Qiumei's bed, full of desire to cry without tears, and persuaded him lightly: "Qiumei, the senior brothers have decocted medicine for you again, you drink the porridge first, then drink the medicine, sleep a little, and you will be fine when you wake up." ”

Qiu Mei couldn't open her eyes, shook her head, and smiled dismally.

The class leader got up and turned back, couldn't bear to look at Qiu Mei's pale face anymore, looked at Qiu Mei's senior brothers in the room, and sighed bitterly: "If I knew that Qiu Mei would suffer this crime, even if I was killed, I would not take Li Yuanwai's platform." ”

The senior brother who sang Wusheng had the most explosive temper, his eyes were about to burst, he smashed the wooden table with a fist, and scolded loudly: "They drank the little junior brother to death! I will their uncle! I will fight with them!"

There was a shout and a scolding from him, and a few more people shouted, they actually kicked out the door, looking at the posture, they were going to find Li Yuanwai to play for their lives.

Those who can sing martial arts have good skills, and if they play with their lives, they will definitely break into a big disaster.

The head of the class was so frightened that he chased after him, and then beckoned to the other senior brothers in the room: "What are you doing in a daze? Chase them back, do you want to hug them together and die?"

The mermaids in the room rushed out, and in an instant, only the half-dead Qiu Mei remained.

The ears were quiet, and Qiu Mei's heart was bitter.

Oh, but that's it.

If I die quietly, sin will be condemned.

Half-asleep and half-awake, I vaguely heard the creak of the wooden door.

It seems that the class master has finally recovered the senior brothers, and everyone doesn't have to suffer together.

However, his steps are gentle, and he doesn't seem to be as heroic as his brothers.

Holding back the dizziness, he opened his eyes a slit and saw a delicate face, smiling at himself.

"It turns out that the deity of the virtuous brother is also so beautiful. ”

Not only did he smile, but he also sat on the edge of Qiumei's bed, and took the rice porridge with some residual warmth.

Who is he?

In the unfamiliar, there is a bit of familiarity.

He gently scooped up the rice soup with a wooden spoon, put it under his nose and smelled it: "Hundred boiled into porridge, this bowl of porridge has been boiled at least a thousand times, and it is the most fragrant time." ”

After admiring the praise, he said softly: "Sowing, seedling, transplanting, weeding, insect removal, harvesting, threshing, grinding, handful of rice, when it really comes to the pot, how many people's blood and sweat have been poured into it?"

After asking himself, he put the spoon into his mouth and savored the thick porridge: "Such sweet rice, but some people turn a blind eye, isn't it worthy of God?"

As he spoke, he drank two more spoonfuls of porridge, and nodded his head again and again: "Not bad, not bad, it really tastes good." ”

When Qiu Mei was uncomfortable, he let him talk to himself, who knew that he finally asked Qiu Mei: "If you don't want to be a negative celestial, you can eat this porridge with me." ”

He thinks he's smart himself?

Qiu Mei doesn't drink porridge, is it because she doesn't like the taste of porridge?

He filled a spoonful of porridge for Qiu Mei and gently handed it to Qiu Mei's mouth.

Akimi didn't even have the strength to sigh and turned her head to the other side.

"Losing the sky is a trivial matter, because God has the virtue of a good life, and it will not be too difficult for you. The man stared at Qiu Mei and smiled lightly: "However, if you lose people, you are easy to get into trouble, but in this world, some people are just unbearable." ”

He didn't think it was long-winded enough, so he continued: "For example, Master Ji of the General Military Mansion is a person who can't bear it. ”

Ji-sama?

That's right, he is the general soldier of one side, holding tens of thousands of soldiers, and with a casual word, he can take someone else's head.

Master Ji is indeed a person who cannot be negative.

"If you don't have enough to eat, you won't be able to raise your strength, and if you don't have strength, you won't be able to sing Farewell My Concubine. He handed the porridge spoon to Qiu Mei's mouth again, and smiled lightly: "If you can't sing Farewell My Concubine, Lord Ji will lose his temper, and if Lord Ji loses his temper, he will dare to kill." ”

He was definitely not scaring me, Master Ji wanted the life of a troupe, only in a blink of an eye.

"How long have I been lying down, and what day is today?" asked Qiu Meiwen weakly.

"Are you trying to ask how long is the day before you sing Farewell My Concubine?" he raised his eyebrows slightly.

He has probed the bottom of Qiu Mei's heart, and what he asked is exactly what Qiu Mei wants to know.

Akimi nodded, and he smiled.

"Drink the porridge, and I'll tell you. ”

The first bite of porridge into the throat is nauseous.

When Qiu Mei wanted to vomit, she heard his encouragement: "As long as you endure this mouthful, your appetite will be opened." ”

Firmly covering her mouth, Qiu Mei forced the river and sea in her stomach to swallow the first mouthful of porridge.

He fed it to the second mouthful, Qiu Mei took it in his mouth, the porridge was sticky, and it was still a little nauseous, but it was not as uncomfortable as the first mouthful.

When the third sip entered his lips, he already tasted some rice flavor, and sure enough, as he said, his appetite was already open.

After he fed the whole bowl of porridge to Qiu Mei and ate it, he picked up the medicine again, gently blew it cold, and looked at Qiu Mei with a smile: "Take advantage of your appetite, hurry up and drink the medicine, this medicine soup is rich in color, it must be very bitter, do you dare to drink it?"

Just drank a bowl of porridge, Qiu Mei felt that she had some strength, and when she heard the bitter medicine, although her face was full of embarrassment, she thought about the net worth and life of the troupe, and still supported her body and wanted to take the medicine bowl in this person's hand.

The man smiled lightly, got up and poured the potion out the door.

When he put the empty bowl on the table, he winked at Qiu Mei and smiled: "This bowl of bitter soup, if you really drink it, the bowl of porridge you just ate will have to come out of your stomach." ”

He untied the purse on his waist, took out two sugar pills from it, and stuffed them into Qiumei's mouth: "After eating these two sugars, even if you drink the bowl of medicine just now, this is a secret between me and you, don't tell the third person to know." ”

It's so delicious sugar, sweet and drunk.

When Qiu Mei was holding sugar, this person looked around and saw the bald walls of the humble house, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh lightly: "I heard that the virtuous brother is the first young lady in the world, and a few words of singing on the stage can withstand the harvest of ordinary people in a year, why is the residence so simple?"

The porridge warmed her stomach, the sugar fragrance was all over her mouth, Qiu Mei sat up, lowered her eyebrows and smiled bitterly: "Wandering outside, I don't dare to eat and drink, and nine out of ten of the rewards earned will be divided among the stewards of the land, if we don't abide by this rule, we won't be able to eat." ”

is simple and simple, and it is not easy to say that the rivers and lakes are not easy.

So it is so, the world is not peaceful, and the beloved is oppressed.

"Most of the rest of the money has to buy jewelry and outfits. Qiu Mei lowered her eyebrows and smiled: "You are not a person in the drama industry, you don't understand this." ”

After sighing the pain, Qiu Mei frowned and looked at him: "I see that you are a little familiar, I don't know what to call it?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "I talked to you for a long time, and I thought you remembered me, but it turned out that you had forgotten me a long time ago." ”