In the county magistrate’s mansion, Qiao’er, the cook’s daughter, was chasing chickens in the yard. She rolled up her sleeves and tied up her trouser legs, and she drove a panicked old hen flapping its wings all over the yard: “Ah, stop!”
The county magistrate told him to let the gods eat and drink well every day. The cook decided to stew old hen ginseng soup tomorrow, so she sent Qiaoer to catch chickens in the yard.
Qiaoer didn't catch it for a long time, she put her hips on her hips and sighed "Hey Hey Hey", she rested for a while, staring at the shivering old hen unwillingly, suddenly a hungry tiger pounced on it!
Then hit someone.
"Ouch!" Qiao'er leaned back and was supported by someone.
"Huh? Master Immortal?" Qiao'er stabilized her figure and found that it was Yan Shu.
Yan Shu looked at her, changed his usual indifference, and gently handed her two things.
Qiaoer hurriedly stretched out her palm to pick it up, and found that it was a sapphire medicine pot for scalds and a bunch of candied haws. Qiaoer said pleasantly, "Oh, thank you, Lord Immortal."
"What are you doing?" Yan Shu asked her softly, as if afraid of disturbing something.
"Catch the hen!" Qiao'er sighed, "I can't catch it."
Yan Shu glanced at the old hen pecking rice in the corner of the yard, and handed the cloth package to Qiaoer: "Help me get it."
"Okay sir." Qiao'er quickly took it, and found that the cloth package was full of porcelain bottles and a lot of plasters, exuding a bitter and unpleasant herbal smell.
Qiao'er raised her head and found that at some point, Yan Shu had quietly appeared beside the old hen.
The old hen was still pecking at the rice, when suddenly she found herself soaring into the air, and someone grabbed her wings.
"Here." Yan Shu stuffed the dazed old hen into Qiao'er's arms, and took back the cloth package.
"Wow, thank you, Lord Immortal." Qiaoer was overjoyed, hugged the old hen, ran back to the kitchen, and asked the cook for credit.
Yan Shu returned to the wing with the cloth package, he closed the door, and heard the sound of water disappearing behind the wooden screen of the wing.
When Yan Shu left the county magistrate's mansion to go to the pharmacy to buy healing plasters, he asked his servants to bring a bathtub and fill it with hot water for Li Changtian to bathe and clean. It sounds like he should have finished washing.
Yan Shu walked around the carved wooden screen, and saw Li Changtian wearing a clean and white coat, standing by the bathtub, uncomfortably brushing his black hair, holding it up in front of his eyes, as if it was something annoying.
Hearing the sound, Li Changtian turned his head and smiled, "Oh, you're back."
Yan Shu remained silent, as he had seen correctly before, Li Changtian looked quite handsome, because the word 'pretty', people who are described in this way often have a hint of coquettishness, what red lips, pink face, beautiful and charming can match this The meaning of the word 'pretty'.
But Li Changtian is not, he does have a handsome appearance, but there is always an indescribable chic in his smile, and his eyes are too sharp to look at people. After thinking about it, it should be the willful temperament that hides the charm.
Yan Shu troubled the servants to remove the bathtub, and let Li Changtian, who was only wearing his jacket, sit on the bed, and took out the white porcelain bottles he bought from the pharmacy one by one.
"What are these?" Li Changtian asked while sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking at those porcelain vases.
"The medicine is for wound healing." Yan Shu simply said with horror.
"Huh? Are you so sure I'm not a prisoner?" Li Changtian asked.
Yan Shu explained: "The second girl of the Su family has a wound on her left forehead. She was hit with her right hand, but you are used to using your left hand."
"Ah!" Li Changtian finally came to his senses, and he suddenly realized, "That's why you asked me to smash nuts with stones, so..."
After Li Changtian shouted, he suddenly thought of something, put his thumb and forefinger against his chin, and lowered his head to think.
He is indeed left-handed, but the original owner of this body is not necessarily left-handed.
"Besides this, is there any other way to confirm that I'm not a criminal?" Li Changtian raised his head and asked Yan Shu anxiously.
Yan Shu was slightly confused, but there was no expression on his face, and he said lightly, "Yes."
The second girl of the Su family had flesh and blood under her nails. She scratched the prisoner when she struggled and resisted, so if Li Changtian was a prisoner, there must be scratches on her body.
After Li Changtian listened, he pulled off the belt of his middle coat and began to take off his clothes.
Yan Shu: "..."