Cannon fodder counterattacks the scum Jianwen (8)

The largest inn in Qinghe Town.

Inside the room, the heavy breathing and strange noises finally ceased.

Li Bingxun, who was known to be troublesome, opened the bed net naked and walked to the table to take a sip of herbal tea.

"Master?" The little eunuch's face with cold sweat on his forehead poked out of the bed, his face was very pale because of the man's brutal treatment, and a deep tooth mark was bitten out of his lower lip.

"What's the matter?"

Li Bingxun didn't look back. He naturally knew how miserable the man in bed was as he was tossed by him. For this period of time, he had been imagining Zhao Feixiao's face that looked like this soft concubine, and hope has accumulated a lot.

He drank too much wine in the afternoon. Where can he remember the temperance whom he has been tossing since coming back to now.

When he grew up, he never thought that there was a need for restraint in this kind of thing. He was a dragon, but the little eunuch was just a physically disabled eunuch. In his opinion, this was a favor.

The thin-skinned little eunuch got out of the bed while gritting his teeth and resisting his discomfort. He walked behind Li Bingxun and carefully said, "Are you going to see Miss Zhao tonight..."

Li Bingxun was drinking a tea meal.

After sipping, his whole body relaxed, before the tipsy feeling groggy head also awake a lot. Listening to the words of a small eunuch, Li Bingxun then remembered that he had a private meeting tonight with Miss Zhao.

Looking down at time, Li Bingxun frowned, and said: "It's too late."

Almost an hour has passed since the time they agreed upon, and Zhao Feixiao must have already returned in disappointment...

Hearing what he meant, a glimmer of joy flashed in the little eunuch's eyes. He bit his lip lightly and cautiously said: "Then the prince won't go out tonight?"

Li Bingxun turned his head and looked at the little eunuch with a purple print behind him.

Reaching out and squeezing his thin chin, looking at his red lips and white teeth, Li Bingxun's eyes sank and said: "I can't only talk about poetry, calligraphy and painting after seeing her. How interesting is it that you can compare?"

After that, he let go of the little eunuch's chin, walked to the bed and sat down, and said, "Come here."

The little eunuch's face flushed, he walked up to Li Bingxun with low eyebrows and knelt down obediently.

The next day.

An uncomfortable moan escaped from his slightly pale lips, Ye Sinian frowned, rubbing his sore temples and sat up from the bed.

Master Zhao is a wine lover. Those jars, even Jiang Bise, were brewed by his own hands when he was young. They were waiting to be drunk when his son married home a wife. They have been cellared for decades. The taste and strength are stronger than ordinary wine.

The amount of alcohol in this body is really not good. He drank a little yesterday afternoon. If he had a good rest, he might be fine, but the small half of the jar and the river bicolor became the last straw that crushed the camel.

Sitting on the bed, Ye sinian rubbed his head while thinking about what happened last night, for example, how did he return to the room without disturbing anyone?

But his brain hurts when he thinks about it and he finds his memory of last night blurred.

In his mind, except for the long and deep kiss with Zi Yuan, there seemed to be nothing left.

There was a little warmth on his cheeks, Ye Sinian coughed and expelled the kiss that made him feel so hot.

The maids outside the room have been waiting for a long time. When they heard the noise, the leading maid, Ziyu, knocked on the door of the house, with a clear voice said: "Master, did you get up?"

He stretched out his hand and patted his cheek to confirm that he did not look abnormal. Only then did he speak outside the door: "Well, come in."

The maidservants who specialize in serving the young master filed in.

Ye Sinian reached out and took the clean towels. Instead of letting the maid clean his face, he did it himself.

Ziyu was startled. Although she was surprised by his actions in her heart, she was relatively silent and introverted by nature. She could not do anything to ask, so she only pursed her lips and stayed quietly.

With the warm towel, he wiped his cheek. Ye Sinian finally awake from the complete chaos of his brain, he rolled his eyes. While rubbing his head, he bowed and looked to the side, said: "Ziyu, how old are you?"

The maids in their duties stopped at the same time.

Ziyu's face became even more stiff, her eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously, she opened her mouth, and pierced her fingernails vigorously in her palms. Only then did she finally get her voice back and said, "This slave girl is fifteen this year."

"Fifteen. ..." Ye Sinian didn't seem to see their strangeness, and said thoughtfully: "I remember, you, Hongyu and Jasper came into the mansion together?"

Ziyu gritted her teeth, there was an obvious struggle in her eyes. She squeezed the veil in her hand and said: "Yes, we came together."

Ye Sinian let the maid behind him put on his clothes, nodded and said: "Yes, you all are big girls now..."

As he said, a needle fell in the room and silence could be heard.

He seemed to just say it casually, but the maids beside him had different thoughts.

Everyone knows that because of concerns that the second lady can't get married, the eldest master doesn't have anyone around him who is so cold and uninviting until now. Some of the sons of other people are holding dolls at this age. Didn't the madam want him to accept two and put them in the room, but the young master refused.

Ziyu has always been the maidservant next to the young master. According to the usual practice, she will be taken into the room in the future, but they never thought it would be so fast...

Let alone what kind of thoughts the maids on the side had, Ziyu at this time, was extremely complicated.

She is not too ambitious. Although she has a good impression of the young master, she never thought that she would really face it.

She was only five or six years old when she was sold into Zhao's Mansion. She followed the young master when she was seven or eight years old. After so many years, she had no romantic affection for him.

The master's wife had also talked to her in private before. Although she did not raise any objections at the time, she was still a little repulsive in her heart.

Although this idea is very disrespectful, in her heart, the gentle young master is more like a elder brother, especially his love for the second lady, even more his protection makes her feel envious.

But now...The young master meant...

Zi Yu gave Ye Si Nian a fine hair, and her movements were much slower than usual.

Seeing her complex mind and she wanted to speak in the bronze mirror, Ye Sinian blinked in a puzzled manner before realizing that what she had just said was a bit fascinating.

He rolled his eyes and said to Ziyu behind him: "Ziyu is not too small anymore. When you get married, you will get a big gift from your young master."

Ziyu was gritting her teeth and was about to bite the bullet and speak. But when she heard him, she can't help but startled suddenly!

Does the young master mean!

Ye Sinian didn't seem to see the surprise in her eyes. He touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "Hongyu and jasper are not too small anymore, it's time to pick someone out for them..."

Ziyu lowered her head shyly, and said like a mosquito: "Slaves...this slave and sister Hongyu are..."

Ye Sinian raised his eyebrows and his lips in a joking manner. "?"

".....we both already have a loved one!

Ziyu's face reddened, the one good touch on her veil has been horrendous.

"The men are in the house?"

A dark light flashed in Ye Sinian's eyes. He nodded when he saw Ziyu imperceptibly, and said with a smile: "If this is the case, it will be easy! When I speak with my mother, let the three of you out earlier, so that all of you can get married with your lovers!"

Ziyu was excited, thinking that the problem that had been troubled for a long time was so easily solved today, her gratitude to Ye Sinian was almost overflowing!

She was excited to tell Hongyu the good news right away. The surface of Ziyu's face was red, but she didn't notice that Ye Sinian was talking about three people...

After having a late breakfast and dealing with some chores in the study, Ye Sinian remembered that he seemed to have subconsciously ignored a certain stinky Taoist who likes to take advantage of him.

After hesitating for a moment, thinking that he is the owner after all and he must follow the way of hospitality, he stood up, finally left the study, and walked to the room next to his bedroom.

The door was concealed, and it could be opened directly with a light push.

After Ye Sinian knocked on the door, he waited for a long time but no one answered the door, so he simply pushed the door and walked in.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he stepped into the door, he would be hugged vigorously.

Ye sinian was shocked suddenly, and in reflex he was about to transform into a winged liger, but before he had time to struggle, he was strongly pressed against the door by the man.

A trace of embarrassment flashed silently in his mind for his conditioned reflex, Ye Sinian coughed. He patted the man who bent his body around his waist, and said in a puzzled manner: "Brother Ziyuan?"

Originally buried on the side of Ye Sinian's neck, Zi Yuan's face suddenly lifted. His eyes widened. Like an abandoned little daughter-in-law, his eyes were full of grievances: "This big man keeps his promises! But does Ling Qiu want to get rid of me?!"

Ye Sinian could hardly looked up at his hateful face with confidence, and his voice was raised a little: "In the beginning, I was full of chaos and now you are saying I'm abandoning you?!"

Zi Yuan's face flushed, and he was rather embarrassed: "Last night we were all...the ones, but Ling Qiu didn't think of me until now!"

As he said, his tone became full of grievances again.

Ye Sinian's expression suddenly stiffened, he lowered his head subconsciously, his eyes swept towards the man's strong waist, and the corners of his eyes twitched: "Last night we...which one?"

There is no discomfort on his body! Could it be that he gave him to...

Zi Yuan looked at his increasingly weird face, the tip of his heart suddenly chilled for some reason, and the aggrieved expression on his face almost couldn't hold on.

He hurriedly lowered his head and kissed the man in his arms who was shocked. He hugged Ye Sinian and said, "No, that's it!"

Ye Sinian's eyes twitched, and he rolled his eyes greatly.

Angrily slapping his hand away, Ye Sinian walked directly to the table unceremoniously, poured a cup of tea and held it in his hand, and looked back: "You said yesterday that you know something about the art of medicine?"

Zi Yuan was puzzled. He blinked, ignoring that he could pretend to be pitiful and take advantage. He hurriedly stepped forward and said, "I have some experience, what's the matter?"

"Zi Yuan..." Ye Sinian hesitated and said: "One of my family has been asserted. My younger sister who has less than twenty years old life, we have invited countless famous doctors, but her body is still showing no improvement."

"Do you want me to heal her as soon as possible?" Zi Yuan is even more puzzled.

Is such a small problem worth his hesitating?

"No, I hope you don't heal her too soon." Seeing the doubt in his eyes, Ye Sinian frowned, and simply stopped making excuses and just blurted out his thoughts.

"Slowly cure?" Zi Yuan raised his eyebrows. He didn't have any other thoughts about this request, and even chuckles. After all, the slower the cure, the longer he can live in Zhao's house with Ling Qiu, he has no problem.

As for medical ethics or something...

he is not a doctor~

When facing those open eyes without a trace of doubt, Ye Sinian's heart loosened, and a smile flashed in his eyes, and said: "Yes! Shemei was recently taken as a disciple. Fascinated, I'm trying to fix it."

Zi Yuan's eyes lit up. He was not interested in the twists and turns in it. Instead, he approached Ye Sinian with a shy face and said, "Does Ling Qiu need help? ! Poor Dao can do everything!"

Ye Sinian : "..."

"Are you really a Taoist priest?" Ye Sinian raised his eyebrows.

How come these skills don't sound like something Taoist masters should have!

Zi Yuan stretched out his hand to embrace him again, and smiled unpredictably: "Walking through the rivers and lakes, naturally I have too many skills to not to press down!"

"But!" As he said, he paused suddenly, bowing his head and looking straight into Ye Sinian. From the bottom of his eyes, said: "Of course the reward is still needed!"

"What reward?" Ye Sinian stretched out his hand to press on his muscular chest, feeling good.

Zi Yuan slowly curled his lips and said, "I have forgotten to tell Ling Qiu that this poor Dao is a Taoist priest..."

Ye Sinian rolled his eyes when he heard the words he said!