C10

As it turned out, Su Wenxi's worries about the relationship between a man and a woman were completely unnecessary.

Su Wenxi's breakfast was personally brought over by Lou Zigui, who pinched the spot where she was supposed to get out of bed.

Su Wenxi looked at the tray, which was especially large compared to the tray, and felt a sense of guilt towards bullying a child. Ye Zichen looked at Dong Yan, who stood behind him with empty hands.

"The Young Master said that the Miss's foot injury was caused by him, so he insisted on sending it himself!" Dong Yan said helplessly.

The young master was a few years younger than him, and he knew that he should take care of the young master in everything. The problem was that the young master had an unquestionable look in his eyes and an expression on his face. He truly … He couldn't resist the other party's aura.

Su Wenxi had to say, "Just have the servants bring the food over in the future."

No matter what, she shouldn't fuss about it with a little brat who acted like an adult, right? Was there a need to be so attentive? Moreover, this show of goodwill made it even harder to hold a grudge.

"I'll go out later. If you have anything you want, I'll bring it back for you."

Su Wenxi thought about it. That's true. Old Man Qiao wanted him to fix the door yesterday. Since the medical fees were exempted, it wouldn't be right if he didn't return it. He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said with a smile, "Then you should buy a few flower pots and bring a few flowers back from Old Man Qiao."

"…" He was silent for a moment, "What kind of flowers do you want, I'll buy them for you."

Su Wenxi waved her hand. "Don't buy them. "Tell Old Man Qiao that he can't keep the flowers alive, so he just transfer them to you to bring back."

"…"

Could he believe that Su Wenxi, who was so easy to deal with, had sex overnight because she had injured her foot?

"What kind of flowers does Miss like?" he asked Hong Ying'er as they walked out of Su Wenxi's room.

Hong Ying'er was stunned for a moment before she curiously said, "Miss doesn't like flowers!" "Many of the flowers left by the Lady in the back garden have been plucked by the Lady!"

"…"

She was really a little girl who would take revenge no matter what! Was he venting his anger over her jumping off the wall and landing on her feet? Just take a few pots of flowers back to vent? Or was it Old Man Qiao's fault for making things difficult for him?

She really was a child!

The matter regarding the gate was progressing smoothly.

The servants of Old Master Su were naturally capable, and the wood they brought along was also excellent.

The two servants worked on the door over there, while Old Man Qiao forcefully held on to the acupoint.

"Yi, little boy, your pulse …" Old Man Qiao looked at Lou Zigui in surprise. His body was obviously weak, and his face was thin and yellow. Why did his pulse beat like this … Calm and powerful?

He actually made a mistake?

Of course, he knew that his childish body carried the soul of an adult, so naturally, his meridians were different from others'. Calmly withdrawing his arm, he said, "Doctor Qiao, thank you for the trouble, please give me the safflower oil."

Old Man Qiao stroked the two beards as he continued to ponder on Ziying's leg. After staring at him for a while, he said, "Take off your shoes. Let me check your leg."

"…" I really am Wu Bing! "

Old Man Qiao raised his beard: "Nutty Wu Bing, are you a doctor or am I a doctor? If I tell you to take off your shoes, then take off your shoes! "

"…" It's impolite to take off your shoes in front of an elder, I'm sorry, but I can't agree to that! "

Old Man Qiao glared at him and said, "You are so unlikeable. This old man is a doctor, he only has patients in his eyes. Stop nagging at me! It's only right for me to take off my shoes and let the old man diagnose and treat it! "

There was nothing he could do but take off his shoes and reveal his feet.

Old Man Qiao fished out his feet and placed them on the bench. He stretched out his hand to feel his ankles, but suddenly saw several mole marks on his feet. He raised his feet in surprise and scrutinized them for a long time.

"Nope," he replied.

"Does anyone know about the mole on the bottom of your foot?"

"..." I don't think so. "

Old Man Qiao let go of Lou Zigui's foot and seriously said, "This old man is definitely not bluffing. For the sake of your life, you can't show the mole on your foot to outsiders!"

Ye Zichen looked at Old Man Qiao in shock.

"You are only missing one star out of the seven. I don't want to know where you came from, and you'd better not tell anyone. Remember, anyone! Put on your shoes and socks! "

Although he was full of doubts, he didn't ask any further and quietly put on his shoes and socks.

Old Man Qiao went to the other room, and a moment later, he took a medicine bottle and wrapped it with paper: "This is the safflower oil, it will be applied to the injured area in the morning, midnight and evening. These were the same pills used to recuperate the body. Your body is weak, and you are braced by your will. Sooner or later, each of you will use one pill. "

"Thank you, Doctor Qiao, for your concern!"

"Why bother? I'm just looking out for the little girl! Do you think my medicine is so cheap? "Didn't the little girl tell you to bring anything when we arrived?"

"…" "If there's anything that Doctor Qiao isn't happy about, I'll give it to you as a gift …"

"Don't tell me that's what the little girl said? She had always been the best at stealing people's possessions. "Why would you want something that my old man doesn't like?" Old Man Qiao grunted.

"…" "Doctor Qiao thinks flowers that aren't easy to grow …"

"That's what the little girl said!" Old Man Qiao smiled sweetly, "She definitely isn't that polite with her words."

Seeing Old Man Qiao beaming, he felt that the truth was … I don't understand.

Old Man Qiao said happily: "It will be, right? How many flower pots did you bring over? "

"..." "Six."

"Six is too little. I have seven here. Find them and bring the flowers there for you to take away! "

"..." "Not so much..."

"This old man will use it when I say it! It's not convenient for you to bring back so many flowers. There's a cart next door, and it's going to be pushed away. "

Late that night, he lay on his bed and didn't fall asleep. Outside the screen, the textile girl squeaked happily. From the shallow pond in the yard, one could hear the clear sound of frogs breaking through the window.

He looked at the top of the canopy under the moonlight.

The mole on his foot had been mentioned by his foster father. Teach him never to take off his stocking mark in front of others.

He didn't care too much about it.

However, after hearing what Doctor Qiao said, doubts arose in his heart.

Why did the godfather use the corpse of a beggar in his place? Why let him forget the past and start over? Why did he have to hide his name and follow his aunt to the Su Mansion? Why was there such a marriage contract that he had never heard of before?

What did my foster father and Old Master Su hide? What did Director Hong Guang know? Why did he say that before he died?

Lou Zigui sat up, his mind in turmoil.

Dong Yan, who was in the outer room, heard the commotion and asked through the door, "Is it because it's too hot to sleep, young master?"

"A little late at night," he replied in a low voice. "You go to sleep, I'll read the book!"

Having said so, Dong Yan still came in and held the light as he asked: "Let me change the dishes for Young Master."

"No need. It was the perfect time to read in the dead of night. Go to bed! If you have any orders, I'll wake you up! "

Dong Yan saw that Ziying was really persistent and had figured out his temper recently, so he knew that he was going with the flow, so he agreed and led the way out.

As he gazed at the door that closed once more, he exited his meditative state.

When he was in Fringe City, there weren't many servants in the house. Ever since he was young, his foster father had asked him to take care of himself, and he would often teach him, "The servants are best at reading the master's thoughts, are best at being attentive, and are also the most likely to sell. You cannot be so careless. "

As far as he was concerned, Dong Yan wasn't a person with complicated thoughts. Old Master Su seemed to be the same as his foster father. He had a large family and didn't use many servants. Those who didn't know him would think that he was very quiet. Those who knew him would know what he was avoiding.

He had never heard his foster father mention Old Master Su before. Why did his foster father send him here before Fringe City fell?

In his previous life, Ziying had never doubted his identity, but now that he had come to Su Mansion, all sorts of things were linked together, making him feel even more strange.

After sitting in front of the desk for a while, he opened the drawer in front of him and flipped open layer after layer of paper. Beneath it was an old piece of wood.

The thin piece of wood was long and thin, and had a hard texture. On the thin piece of wood, there was a lifelike carving of a lotus.

There were two lines of words engraved at the bottom, but they didn't seem like Chinese. Although he didn't recognize it, his brush was smooth and smooth, and it seemed to be carved from the same person.

This piece of wood was a bookmark. Back in Fringe City, he also had a bookmark. His foster father said that it was something that belonged to his mother before she died. Why was there a patch of it hidden in the temple pavilion of Jingan? Was Hong Guang releasing someone else?

Who were his parents? As far as he could remember, his godfather had never mentioned his parents.

The door was knocked twice. Dong Yan said through the door, "Young master, it's already the fourth fragment of the night. Since Doctor Qiao told you to take good care of your body, you should have rested earlier! "

"Alright," he replied calmly, putting the bookmark back in the drawer and turning off the light before going back to bed.

He was full of doubts, but he still slept soundly in the end. However, his dream was a mess. It was all about the scenes from his past life. He couldn't sleep soundly.

After sleeping for a while, he heard Dong Yan whisper, "No need Young Master, I'll send you off!"

When he woke up, he called out through the door, "Dong Yan?"

Outside, Dong Yan answered: "Young Master, you're awake?"

"I'll bring the breakfast over," he said, sitting up. Tell the people in the kitchen to put it down a little. "

Dong Yan responded and instructed the people outside.

After sending in the washing water, he got dressed and got out of bed. Wash your face and rinse your mouth with great care.

Dong Yan felt that he had never been such a convenient servant before. Everyday living and living, he was actually just a follower. Other than following him around, he did almost nothing.

As he followed the young master to the courtyard, he saw a young master who was extremely tall and had a straight back, carrying a tray silently. He touched his head helplessly.

In some ways, he suddenly felt that this young master and his young miss were really the same. No matter how pampered her young mistress was, she still liked to take care of herself everyday. Therefore, as a servant, he was extremely free.