Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 62 I hope it's not you

It was impossible to take a bath in the small basin carried by the Zaizai. Ignoring Jiang Fuyuan's cold eyes, Zhong Liefeng picked up the bucket and filled it with well water just like he did at home. Regardless of the fact that it was late autumn, he just washed himself with cold well water. A cold bath.

The well water washed away the mud and blood stains, and also washed away the dirt from the wound on his right shoulder. The huge wound on the honey-brown skin was even more hideous.

The little boy was so distressed that he burst into tears: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Does it hurt, Uncle Zhong..."

Zhong Lianfeng carefully hugged the little boy's soft body, lowered his head and comforted softly: "It doesn't hurt. Uncle, it doesn't hurt at all. Little Bai doesn't cry anymore..."

The eldest son bit his lower lip, wanting to touch the wound, but fearing that his hand would be heavy, he hesitated and turned his head to look at Jiang Fuyuan pleadingly.

"Auntie, let's bandage Uncle Zhong, shall we?"

When he went back to the street, he remembered that his mother-in-law had bought a lot of spare medicines, saying that they would be needed in case anything happened at home.

When the eldest son said this, the little cub also blinked his big moist eyes and looked at Jiang Fuluan.

Double cute attacks.

Zhong Lianfeng sat on the chair, holding the little cub in his arms and the big cub next to him. He looked at Jiang Fuyuan, who was frowning, with a smile on his lips.

[Hey, the stinky man is holding the emperor hostage to order the princes! 】

Zhong Lianfeng looked at her, rubbing the soft hair of the little cub with one hand, stroking the big cub's arm with the other, and whispered: "There is no need to bandage. After all, the medicine is so expensive. Xiaosong and Xiaobai should use it sparingly."

There was a strong green tea smell of humiliation in his voice.

Jiang Fuyuan laughed angrily and gritted his teeth softly: "It's okay, isn't it just a little medicine? My family can afford it."

She turned around and went into the back room to get medicine. The door closed loudly, which didn't sound like anything was wrong.

The medicine needs to be protected from insects and moisture, and should be wrapped in layers and placed on the highest shelf.

Jiang Fuyuan moved a tiptoe stool and reached for the medicine bag while thinking quietly.

"You stinky man, you are so damn green tea, you won't go back to your home if you need a bandage. Does such a big general's mansion still lack some medicine from me?"

The medicine was placed too deep for her to see, so she could only raise her hands and fumble around. It took her a while to reach the corner of the hemp medicine bag.

After unpacking the medicine bag and getting off the tiptoe while holding on to the shelf, Jiang Fuyuan sneered: "Use it, use it, it's best if the medicine is not right for the patient, you shameless person."

"Pfft, I only pledged my life to you, not my life."

Jiang Fuyuan turned his head stiffly, and Zhong Liefeng leaned against the door frame with his arms folded. The muscles under his honey-brown skin were bulging, especially the two huge pectoralis major muscles, which went straight into Jiang Fuyuan's eyes.

Is this the legendary saying that you look thin when you dress up, but you have flesh when you take off your clothes?
Jiang Fuyuan closed his eyes: "What are you doing here!"

Do you want to use the beauty trap again?She would not accept this trick. She would write down tonight's animal training charms and golden sore medicine in a small notebook. Sooner or later, he would have to pay off all the money with interest.

Zhong Lianfeng did not answer her words. He glanced at the furnishings in the room with a smile: "My lady's room is so neat. I will send some decorations over some other day..."

When he saw a plain white long-necked porcelain bottle next to the dowry, his Adam's apple rolled.

The white lotus on the belly of the bottle...

With dim eyes, Zhong Lianfeng put down his folded hands, stepped into the woman's boudoir like a battle-hardened vagabond, and casually and casually commented on the various furnishings in Jiang Fuyuan's room.

One moment he said that the wall was too white and needed to be separated by a gauze curtain. The next moment he said that the bronze mirror was not bright enough. Tomorrow he would send a new bronze mirror to ensure that every strand of hair could be illuminated.

When Jiang Fuyuan raised the long wooden stick with murderous intent, intending to beat the foul-mouthed man to death in one fell swoop, Zhong Lianfeng picked up the soul bottle and touched the white lotus in the belly of the bottle with his fingertips.

"This bottle is quite exquisite. I wonder who sells it?"

Before Jiang Fuyuan could stop him, he uncorked the bottle and looked closer.

"What is it? Fragrance? Rouge?"

The fat guy who was sleeping soundly felt the bed beneath him shaking violently. When he opened his eyes in a daze, a huge eye appeared above his head, peering into the bottle.

"Ahhhh - something is wrong!" Zhong Liefeng felt a slight chill pass through his eyes, and it was gone in the blink of an eye.

"empty bottle?"

In a place where he couldn't see, the frightened Xiaopang hugged Jiang Fuyuan's arm and cried loudly: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu——Master, there is a pervert—how could someone spy on a ghost sleeping?" Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Wu——I’m not clean anymore——”

Jiang Fuyuan:......

"Is it your habit to touch people's things casually?" Jiang Fuyuan snatched the soul bottle and looked at Zhong Lianfeng like a knife, "General Zhong, your mother-in-law never taught you basic manners?"

They called him by the right last name, and it seemed that his wife was really angry.

Zhong Lianfeng shrugged and spread his hands to show that he had no ill intentions. He looked directly at Jiang Fuyuan and said, "My mother-in-law died not long after I was born. She really didn't teach me anything."

He spoke straightforwardly and magnanimously. Jiang Fuyuan was silent for a moment, pursed her lips and said, "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay." Zhong Lianfeng still had an uninhibited smile on his face, "I'm not as lucky as Xiaosong and Xiaobai. They have a good stepmother."

Against this smile, his words made people feel sad and lonely.

Jiang Fuyuan silently put down the wooden stick, with a gentle expression on his face: "...then it's not easy for you to grow up like this."

It seems that his wife is still a soft-spoken person.

Zhong Lianfeng nodded and affirmed Jiang Fuyuan's words, blinked, and pursued the victory: "So, where did you buy this bottle?"

"..." Jiang Fuyuan was silent for a moment, but still chose to answer his question: "An old friend's thing."

With the buffer, the atmosphere between the two softened. Xiaopang sniffed and returned to the soul bottle to continue the interrupted dream. Jiang Fuyuan and Zhong Liefeng returned to the outer room to apply medicine and bandage.

Under the concerned gazes of the two Zaizai, Jiang Fuyuan wrapped the bandage around him gently.

"Uncle Zhong, how did you get injured?" Xiao Zai pouted his mouth and blew air in an attempt to relieve Zhong Liefeng's pain.

"Bitten by a dog."

"What kind of dog is so vicious?"

"A few particularly annoying pugs." Zhong Liefeng kept the same tone and warned the two pups in a tone that was obviously coaxing, "In the future, when you see drooling dogs, you should stay away, otherwise you will also be attacked. Do you know if you bite?”

"Uh-huh!"

Jiang Fuyuan:......

After being bandaged, Zhong Lianfeng played with the cubs for a while. The events he experienced on the battlefield were remixed and all the bloody, dark, and inappropriate parts were cut out, and then remixed into a thrilling and exciting bedtime story to soothe people. The two Zaizai were laughing and waving their little fists to fight the enemy in their sleep.

After coaxing the cubs to sleep, Zhong Liefeng took his leave. Jiang Fuyuan watched as he used some strength to jump up to the edge of the wall.

Zhong Lianfeng, who was standing on the wall, turned back and lowered his eyes to look at the slender figure standing quietly in the yard. The dark clouds in the sky dispersed a little, and the faint moonlight shone on her peaceful face, like a sleeping flower.

A sigh so soft that he couldn't even hear it escaped his lips and was scattered in the autumn wind.

"...I hope it has nothing to do with you."

Several dark shadows waited in the general's mansion for a long time. As soon as Zhong Lianfeng landed on the ground, he exchanged glances with them and disappeared into the shadows together.

The Secret Room of the General's Mansion.

The young man in plain clothes was sitting in the main seat. He looked up and saw the bandage on Zhong Liefeng's body, and his eyes darkened: "Are you injured?"

Zhong Lianfeng bowed and said: "No problem, it's just a few mad dogs, they have been dealt with."

"Well, you should be more careful." The young man in plain clothes pushed an unsealed wax pill, "Although it is not certain that what happened on the northwest battlefield was caused by the Taoist palace, there is news that my father has quietly asked Lao Jiu to return to Jingzhou. .”

The young man closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, "The water in Jingzhou is going to be even turbid."

(End of this chapter)