It has been three days since Wei Lan woke up from the coma.
"Master, he's awake," Qi Zi, who had been guarding Wei Lan, opened his eyes when he saw the man who had been in a coma for three days, and immediately ran out to find someone.
Wei Lan lay dumbfounded, and his body didn't seem to hurt much. He was lying on a bed. The house he was in seemed to be a wooden house, simple but clean.
Luo Wei walked to the bed and reached out to touch Wei Lan's forehead.
Wei Lan was startled and wanted to struggle, but also remembered that this young man might be the one who saved him, so he lay still.
"It's not burning anymore," Luo Wei took his hand away and said to Wei Lan with a smile, "I asked them to warm up the porridge, and I'll bring it to you later."
"Slave, slave," Wei Lan said hoarsely, "Are you the master of the slave?"
"Master?" Luo Wei laughed, "You can follow me, but I'm not a master. They all call me son. If you want, you can call me son too."
"Young Master," Qizi brought the water.
"Drink some water first," Luo Wei said to Wei Lan.
Wei Lan wanted to sit up, but when she moved a little, she felt a sharp pain all over her body, and she couldn't sit up at all.
"Lie down and don't move," Luo Wei has already brought the water bowl to Wei Lan's mouth, "Come and drink some water."
Wei Lan drank water slowly with Luo Wei's hand.
Qizi asked Wei Lan aside, "Do you still hurt?"
Wei Lan looked at Rowe.
"His name is Qizi, the person next to me," said Luo Wei. "He has a bad temper and a stinky mouth. You can ignore him."
Qi Zi looked up at the sky and rolled his eyes.
Luo Wei patiently fed Wei Lan and drank water one by one, and asked Qizi to go out to see how the porridge was hot. When he saw Qizi had gone out, he said to Wei Lan, "I have cleaned your body for you, but the back is cracked. It's terrible, I sewed needles for you, so you can only drink some porridge for a while."
"Is it your son?" Wei Lan didn't dare to think that Luo Wei cleaned up the utensils and dirt in his body for him, how dirty it was!
Luo Wei doesn't care, what day in the last ten years of his life did he not do this? He relieved Wei Lan and said with a smile: "Long Shi and the others have lost some internal strength for you. They also said that the poison in your body can be cured by the medicine in the palace, so you don't have to worry."
"Palace, palace?" Wei Lan was like in a dream.
"Oh, my name is Luo Wei, the third child of Zuoxiang's mansion, the seventh son is my attendant of Zuoxiang's mansion, and the tenth, eleventh, twelve, thirteen, and fourteen are the dragon cavalry guards of His Majesty the Emperor," Luo Wei said. Wei Lan introduced himself to this group of people.
Wei Lan looked very panicked. He didn't expect this young man to be such a noble son.
"Then what's your name?" Luo Wei asked Wei Lan.
Wei Lan said honestly: "Twenty-nine slaves." Where does the Qilin Shadow Guard have a name, there is only one number.
Luo Wei said: "I mean name, you always have a name before you become a shadow guard, right?"
Wei Lan hesitated for a long time before saying, "Before the age of six, the slave was called Wei Lan."
Luo Wei said, "Which Lan is it?"
Wei Lan said: "The slaves don't know, the slaves can't read."
"You're not a slave," Luo Wei corrected Wei Lan, "just call yourself 'me' in the future."
Where does Wei Lan dare? Hastily said: "The slaves dare not."
Rowe said: "You have to listen to me, be obedient!"
The Qilin Shadow Guard always obeys the master's orders. Of course Wei Lan will listen to what Luo Wei says, but this person's request to him makes Wei Lan feel as if he is a person again.
Luo Wei was thinking over there, then walked to the table and wrote the word "Lan" and showed it to Wei Lan, saying, "Wei Lan, you can use the word 'Lan', the mountain wind is Lan, you Like it?"