"Qiaoer, Qiaoer, send the porridge on the stove and these dishes to the adults in the side yard."
In the county magistrate's mansion, the cook turned her head and shouted at the door while putting the dishes on the plate.
Qiaoer is the cook's daughter, who was in her prime, tied up her hair in two small buns with a red hair rope, and ran in from the outside in a hurry: "Here we come!"
"Slow down, slow down! The porridge just stewed, the casserole is hot! Oh, ancestor!" The cook watched Qiaoer reach out to lift the hot casserole lid without stopping.
"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu who's fingers were burning red, tears came out from the pain.
The cook hurriedly rinsed Qiaoer with cold water. After rinsing for a while, she thought that she should be fine, so she asked Qiaoer to dry her hands with a clean handkerchief, and hurriedly sent the dishes over: "Listen to the magistrate, the lord You are a high official, don't dare to delay, go quickly."
"Understood." Qiao'er responded, picked up the wooden tray with dishes in both hands, and walked to the side yard.
When she came to the door of the wing room where the adult lived, Qiaoer took a few deep breaths, feeling a little nervous.
I heard that the high officials from above are as fierce as big tigers, with bad temper and tough temper, and they will be scolded if they are careless.
Qiaoer cheered herself up at the door, and then shouted: "Is your lord in there? I'll bring you lunch."
"Please come in." The tone was light, but the voice was as warm as spring rain.
Qiao'er pushed the door open with her shoulder, walked in holding the wooden tray, and couldn't help being stunned for a moment.
Wow, there are such good-looking people in the world!
Yan Shu was sitting at the desk and flipping through books, when he heard the movement, he raised his head and saw the immature girl staring blankly at him, so he said softly: "Please put the lunch on the table, thank you. "
"Oh, good!" Qiaoer came back to her senses, arranged the lunch hastily, and then said, "My lord, take it easy, I'll take my leave first."
Qiao'er saluted and was about to leave, but the person behind her suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute."
Qiaoer froze, thinking about what she did wrong in fear.
Could it be that he just stared at him for too long and offended someone
Qiao'er was so nervous that she couldn't breathe, the adult stood up, took out a small sapphire jar the size of a copper coin from his arms, walked over and handed it to Qiao'er.
"This ointment can heal your burnt fingers. Change it three times a day. After applying the ointment, wrap it tightly with a clean cotton cloth." Yan Shu put the small sapphire jar into Qiao'er's palm and continued to instruct, "It's best not to touch it while the injury is recovering." Water, if you have to touch the water, change the medicine immediately, remember it? If I don’t remember it, I’ll say it again.”
"Ah... um, oh." Qiao'er was quite frightened, and it took her a long time to reply, "Thank you, sir."
Yan Shu's eyes softened a little, and he nodded towards her.
Qiao'er put away the small medicine jar, walked out of the wing room, and then ran to the kitchen with her feet loose.
She ran into the kitchen and yelled, "Mother! Mother! I saw a fairy!"
As a result, he kicked over a basket of vegetables, crushed two eggs, and threw three chickens into the air, all in exchange for a few curses.
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Inside the wing.
Yan Shu sat down at the round wooden table where the lunch was placed, chewed and ate slowly, waited for the servants to clean up the leftovers, and took a nap for a while before going out leisurely. Go to the poultry shed.
It is already afternoon, at the end of the day, the sun is falling.
In Suqiu, with a cool breeze blowing, Yan Shu stopped in front of the poultry shed.
The man was lying sideways on the ground in a casual posture, with a bruise on his forehead, the scratched knuckles were pale, black and dirty blood adhered to the turned up nails, his face was half covered by his disheveled hair, and his chest did not heave, as if Already out of breath.
Yan Shu was not surprised at all.
The effect of the vermilion pill lasted for a full two hours. During this period, many people were tortured to death by pain or simply committed suicide.
Yan Shu stepped on the man's scarred palm expressionlessly, and after seeing that he was indifferent, he began to tighten his cuffs to collect the body.
However, in the blink of an eye, the 'dead' man suddenly reached out, grabbed Yan Shu's ankle with both hands and exerted force violently.
Yan Shu's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he was caught off guard and fell to the ground.
In the next second, without any hesitation, Li Changtian lay down on Yanshu's back, firmly clamping his thighs with his legs, sinking his abdomen, squeezing his back, making his lower body unable to move anymore, and then Li Changtian put the gun in his hand The iron chain wrapped around Yan Shu's neck and was pulled back.
Yan Shu's heart suddenly turned cold.
Too bad, for a moment of carelessness, the gate of life is already in the hands of others!