Luo Yansheng took care of Wei Lin in the tent. He was careful, but Wei Lin was a little embarrassed. These days, Jia Da Jia Er and Jiang Ye took turns taking care of him, but they just stayed on getting some food. At best, they helped Wei Lin go out for a walk. Although he had said many times, a back injury and a broken leg were two different things. The wound on his back that was stitched up by Zhong Yi was itching every day. Unlike minor wounds, he didn't dare to scratch at all. Still often because of overreaching, the muscles are pulled to the wound and the pain is not good.
Not knowing what General Xue was doing again, Jiang also hurried in and said that he had asked Zhong Yi's little apprentice to take care of him today, and then left. Wei Lin didn't even have time to say that no one was taking care of him, and Jiang was already gone.
Not long after that, the little Luo Yansheng came over with some things.
Wei Lin was lying on the bed, quietly watching the military book that Jia Er stole from Xue Ziqin's tent. The way he plays Chenguang these days is to let Jia Er steal the book quietly, put it back after reading one, and steal another. Hearing the sound of someone coming in, Wei Lin hurriedly put the book under his chest and lay down.
Luo Yansheng spoke timidly: "Big Brother Wei Lin, my name is Luo Yansheng, I'm Zhong Yi's apprentice, I'll take care of you today."
Wei Lin looked back, saw Luo Yansheng's shy face, and immediately heaved a sigh of relief: "It's you." Then he took out the military book and turned it over.
After saying hello, Luo Yansheng stepped forward and sat on the edge of the couch. He even brought a bucket of warm water and a thickly folded piece of gauze, soaked it in the water, wrung it dry, and carefully planned to wipe Wei Lin's body. .
Wei Lin was wearing a long shirt without a belt. Luo Yansheng asked in a low voice, "Brother Wei, can I take off your clothes for you? I'll wipe it for you. If it gets dirty, the wound will be bad."
Suddenly someone came and said that he wanted to wipe his body, Wei Lin was a little shy, and Jiang didn't wipe him! He hurriedly put down the book in embarrassment and started doing it himself: "I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself."
Although he was injured, he moved quickly, pulled his hands out of his sleeves, and his shirt fell to his waist, revealing the blood-stained gauze. Luo Yansheng knew that he must be unable to move, so he gently cut the gauze with scissors, and saw the hideous wound.
Luo Yansheng frowned when he saw the wound, then picked up the gauze and wiped Wei Lin's body a little: "If it hurts, you have to tell me."
"okay."
The wet and hot gauze behind him wiped Wei Lin's body. He just felt awkward and lost the mood to read. Luo Yansheng didn't realize it, he just did the work in front of him seriously, for fear that his hand would shake and it would be bad if he touched the wound. Such a serious knife wound, if it touches the water again, it becomes inflamed and festering, I am afraid that the master will have to waste some effort, not to mention the pain of the injury.
But Wei Lin was embarrassed by this seriousness, so he had to find a topic and chat with Luo Yansheng: "What's your name?"
"My name is Luo Yansheng, I said it just now." Luo Yansheng's voice was thin, still a childish voice. Wei Lin then remembered that he had given his name as soon as he entered the door. He felt even more embarrassed, but he wanted to cover it up again, so he pretended to ask again, "I mean, which word? Yanzi's Yan?"
"It's Yan from Yanzhou."
"Oh... Then you must be from Yanzhou."
"No, I'm from Qinchuan."
The atmosphere was awkward again.
Wei Lin thought about it for a long time, and could only ask something else: "Jiang Ye and the others, what are you doing today?"
"I'm not sure, but I saw that the general ordered a lot of horses to come here, maybe to go out of the city."
Luo Yansheng told the truth, and he had finished wiping the back of the words, and he asked again, "Brother Wei, do you want to wipe your chest?"
Wei Lin quickly and laboriously shook his head: "No, no."
"Then I'll change your medicine."
Wei Linxin said, Jiang also doesn't know how to ride a horse. Could it be that Xue Ziqin saw through it and took him to practice riding? As soon as this question popped into his mind, Wei Lin felt like a fool. Xue Ziqin was a general, not a warlock, so he couldn't read minds.
It was a bit painful to take the medicine. At the beginning of Luo Yansheng, Wei Lin didn't need to talk anymore, he just kept breathing in and endured the pain, and didn't want to call out in front of a young boy like Luo Yansheng.
Luo Yansheng was also a little afraid of life. After finishing everything, he left. Wei Lin was left to lie on his stomach. He really felt bored.
About evening, Jiang Ye and the others came back.
Jia Da Jia Er was sweating profusely, and went into the tent excitedly: "Brother Wei, there is meat to eat tonight, hehehe."
"Yes, yes, there is meat to eat!"
Hearing a familiar voice, Wei Lin got up from the couch with some funny movements and looked at the two of them: "I'm back? What are you doing today? Where's Jiang Ye?"
Jia Da sat down on the edge of the couch, picked up the kettle on the side, took a big sip, handed it to Jia Er, and replied, "General Xue took a dozen of us to hunt, and Brother Jiang is behind. ."
"Did you go on horseback?"
"correct!"
Wei Lin asked again, "Jiang can also ride horses?"
Jia Er put the stopper on the kettle, and hurriedly replied, "Big Brother Jiang doesn't know, it was General Xue who was leading him on horseback."
"Share a ride?"
"Yup."
Wei Lin was stunned. Xue Ziqin's character can only be said to be perverted. It would be gentle not to scold Jiang as a waste.
Just as he was thinking, Jiang also opened the curtain and came in.
"came back?"
"Yeah." Jiang also replied weakly. He just stood there, looking for something, and didn't sit down. Jia Er knowingly handed the kettle in his hand to Jiang Ye: "Brother Jiang, drink water!"
Jiang also nodded his thanks, took the kettle, and took a big sip.
Wei Lin saw how tired he was, and asked worriedly, "Why don't you sit?"
"Don't sit, just stand for a while." Jiang also said awkwardly. Wei Lin didn't understand the meaning, but he continued to ask, "What's the matter, aren't you tired when you come back from hunting? Why don't you sit?"
"No more sitting." Jiang also said again.
Wei Lin simply stretched out his hand to pull the corner of Jiang Ye's clothes, but he didn't think that Jiang Ye could fall down when the wind blows.
"You're still so tired..." "My God! Don't pull me, don't pull me!" Jiang Ye's ass just touched the couch when he bounced up, exclaimed and stood up again.
The three people next to him looked at him with strange expressions.
Especially Wei Lin, his eyes were fixed on him, and his expression was even a little sad. I only heard Wei Lin ask quietly: "Jiang Ye, you won't..."
"No way? What are you doing, why are you looking at me like this?" Jiang also felt uncomfortable from this look, but he didn't know what they were thinking.
Xue Ziqin said that he was teaching him to ride a horse, just to keep the Bai Liu obediently from falling him down. The rest, he didn't know it at all. He was carried around by Bai Liu and was so thrilling that he could only hold on to Bai Liu's body. neck, almost begging it to stop. It's impossible to tell if Xue Ziqin did it on purpose. As soon as he whistled, Bai Liu was about to run back, and he went back and forth for more than a dozen times. Jiang Ye's whole body was now full of pain in his waist and hips, but his legs and upper body were numb. Can't make any effort.
He was so upset by Wei Lin just now that his whole body was hurting so much that he would feel relieved if he died at this time.
In the end, Wei Lin was brave enough to ask the question hesitantly: "You can't be... by General Xue... Hmmmm~?"
Jiang also wanted to hack the fool to death with a knife.
"Wei Lin, really, I shouldn't have carried you back!" Jiang also scolded weakly, "It was on a horse! Can you bear to go out and ride for three hours and come back to see?"
"I am the wounded!"
"You can go, you can't shut up, understand?"
Jia Da Jia Er saw that the two of them were bickering again, and followed him with a smile, until the smell of meat wafted in from outside the tent, Jia Er immediately drooled down: "Let's go out, wait for the meat to eat?"
Jia Da nodded hurriedly, Wei Lin nodded along with it, and pretended to say, "Come here, help me out!"
Jiang also stretched out his hand and pinched his ear: "You idiot, if you say this, you will be beheaded!"
"Jiang also!!! Do I want to lose face?! Ouch! Take it lightly..." Wei Lin wanted to refute a few words earlier, but who knew that Jiang also twisted his ear and turned it half a circle, it hurt to death, and immediately disappeared. With momentum, turned into a soft egg. Despite this situation, Jia Er still walked to Wei Lin's side and reached out to help him.
Outside the tent, there were several fires, a few people were roasting game, and the others were around, like a group of piglets waiting to be fed, and from time to time they made the sound of swallowing.
The most notable among them is Xue Ziqin.
He was also beside one of the fires, holding with one hand a branch on which was strung a skinned hare. I saw Xue Ziqin spinning the hare slowly and steadily. He had a short table next to him, with all kinds of condiments lined up on it. The most puzzling of them was a bowl of clear water, and a stick of about two fingers. The thick brushes are all thick people present, and it is impossible to tell whether they are expensive or cheap, let alone what they are used for.
The outer layer of the hare was already browned and fragrant. Xue Ziqin sniffed exaggeratedly, smelled the smell, and cut open the meat with a knife to reveal the bloody part inside. He put down the knife and replaced it with a writing brush. Dip in the seasoning methodically, brush it on, wash it in a bowl of clean water, and then switch to another. He moved quickly, and the hand holding the branch kept turning steadily.
Jiang Ye and the four stood aside, their eyes were all attracted by Xue Ziqin.
Wei Lin sniffed the fragrance and pushed Jiang Ye with his elbow: "Hey, do you think General Xue looks like a cook?"
"… kinda."
"It's not a little, it's a lot," Wei Lin said, looking at Jiang Ye with an exaggerated expression, "Believe it or not, he must have been a cook. I bet two coins."
Jiang snorted disdainfully: "Oh, two coppers? Poor and sour."
Wei Lin was unhappy when he heard this. He felt in the waistband of his trousers, and actually found a copper plate. He took it and shook it in front of Jiang Ye: "I still have at least, and you are sure that you don't have a copper plate now."
"Where did the money come from?" Jiang also asked, "Look at your prodigy, a copper plate, so happy."
"Hey," Wei Lin smirked, "I picked it up, luckily."
"I don't know what you're so proud of."
"It's better to have money than no money. If you have money, you are an uncle. If you have no money, you are stupid."
How could Jiang not hear Wei Lin cursing and scolding him, but now he has no strength at all, and he can't lift his arm even if he wants to slap Wei Lin twice, so he can only roll his eyes to show his displeasure.