My husband is a traitor

Chapter 368 Enthusiasm, old man

After entering the room, Rong Jue's frown became even deeper.

The two old people like to be clean, the house is tidy, but the house is too dilapidated, the old man only has two rooms, after cleaning the cleanest room, Rong Jue went in with Jiang Linlang in his arms.

Glancing at the shabby patched mattress on the bed, which still smelled stale, he took off his cloak without saying a word, spread it on the bed, and then gently put Jiang Linlang on it in a prone position.

Face outward.

The old woman came in with a copper basin, and seeing this scene, she couldn't help laughing, "This young man looks cold, but he loves your wife very much."

Putting down the copper basin, the old woman also noticed that Rong Jue's clothes were not like ordinary people's, so she said, "The humble house is simple, don't be disgusted with me, but the old man and I are both clean people, these things are a bit broken, but they are all It's pretty clean."

Rong Jue sat on the cloak and pushed Jiang Linlang's hair behind her ears, which covered her cheeks. She didn't want to pay attention to what the old man said.After all, the two of them don't take money right now, but that doesn't mean he just takes it without asking.When leaving, still leave a sum of money for them as a reward.

That's why Rong Jue didn't feel that there was anything to bother others, and each took what he needed.

He has always disliked people who are too enthusiastic, but Jiang Linlang broke his likes and dislikes.At this moment, the old man was serving tea and pouring water, so he looked back at her, nodded, and gave a faint "En" as a response.

The old lady didn't mind, instead she smiled even more happily. Looking at Jiang Linlang on the bed, she wrinkled her face in distress, "Young lady is so pretty, look at this pale face, my old lady, hurry up and cook some blood-enriching food for her." Soup to go..."

Hearing this, Rong Jue's complexion improved slightly, looked at the old woman, and said, "Thank you."

Thinking in my heart, give me an extra gold leaf.

As soon as the old lady left, Rong Jue raised his hand and rubbed the sore brows, watching over Jiang Linlang intently, holding a copper basin, instead of using the old man's towel, took a clean handkerchief from his sleeve to wet it, and then wrung it dry , wiped the edge of Jiang Linlang's wound, twisted another one, and wiped his hands and face gently and meticulously.

Mo Han was standing outside the house. The old man took a look at the sword she was holding, and then his eyes fell on the wound on her arm. He said with a straight face, "Young lady, why are you so sloppy! Look at your hand!" The blood is sticking to the clothes, and I haven’t washed the wound, so I’m not afraid of the pain!”

Inexplicably, he glanced at the old man who was sternly lecturing him in front of him. Mo Han looked cold, looked at the closed door, and lowered his voice, "Don't disturb my master."

The old man was choked by her sudden sentence, but he still reprimanded him like iron, "Go, go, your master will not die, but you, if you don't bandage it, this hand will be useless!"

It happened that Ansi passed by with a bowl of clear porridge, intending to give it to Rong Jue as a pad for his stomach. Hearing this, he immediately frowned and echoed blankly, "It's fine if I stay here. You can deal with it." Take your wounds."

When An Si said this, Mo Han slightly shook his eyes and lowered his eyelids, "En, good."

Responding stiffly, he walked out holding the sword.

The old man followed behind, babbling, "Little girl, you won't know how to bandage just by looking at it, I'll do it for the old man!"

An enthusiastic old couple, these dark guards who are licking blood, are a bit at a loss, except for the eccentric An San and the smiling fox-like An Qi, each of them has a cold face on the surface, but a little Somewhat touching.

such as--

"Hey young man, can you help my old lady chop some firewood?" An Wu stood at the door holding a sword, like a door god, and the old woman came out with a dustpan, seeing that they refused to enter the house to drink tea, let alone sit down for a rest , a little helpless.He simply called for help.

An Wu was slightly dazed on his face, he looked at the brothers guarding the door and outside the yard, put the sword on his waist, walked to the yard, and followed the old woman's instructions, picked up the ax and chopped Chai comes.

The old woman brought the dried vegetables in the dustpan into the house, and when she came out, she held a bowl of rough tea in her hand and handed it to An Wu who was honestly chopping firewood, "Young man, thank you for your hard work. The old man's body is broken, and we two are chopping firewood." It was very difficult, thanks to you, it was a great help."

An Wu is so good at kung fu, he has already chopped half of the firewood on the ground. When he turned around and saw the old woman handing tea, he quickly put down the ax and took it, "Thank you, old man. These are what we should do."

"Old lady, although I'm old, I can't be wrong when I look at people. You young people all look fierce, especially your young master, who doesn't look like a good person... But, can you be right?" Your young lady is a very affectionate person, so you can't be bad. And you, you don't like to talk, but your mind is not bad!"

Listening to the old woman's rambling words, An Wu just took a sip of tea, smiled honestly, and didn't respond.

The old lady chatted a few more words, and then hurriedly said, "Ah, I haven't met anyone for a long time, and I accidentally chatted with you. I'll cook, you are all hungry!"

After finishing speaking, he tremblingly walked towards the vegetable garden.

After Mo Han bandaged the wound and came out, he saw the old woman digging some green and yellow vegetables and wild vegetables back from the barren field.

"I'm really sorry, the old lady's house doesn't have any good things to entertain you, but the old man went to the old Zhang's house to borrow an old hen, and when he comes back, he will cook some soup to nourish the girl's body."

The old lady was smiling and carrying the vegetable basket, walking tremblingly, but very steady without tripping.

Facing the enthusiasm of the old man, Mo Han twitched the corners of his mouth, nodded, and continued somewhat unnaturally, "Oh."

Seemingly aware of the impoliteness and indifference of her words, she pursed her lips and added stiffly, "I'm in trouble."

The old lady waved her hands indifferently, and smiled very kindly, "No trouble, no trouble, old woman, I like crowds, so it's lively! It's just that the hospitality is not good, so don't dislike it."

Mo Han shook his head, "No."

She has been in no matter how difficult the environment is, it's okay to not eat, drink or sleep for a few days and nights, but she is just worried that the master will not adapt.

But this is much better than temporarily setting up a tent in the wilderness.

In the room, Jiang Linlang took the fever-reducing medicine made by the grandfather, and the fever subsided a little. After sleeping for two hours, her complexion finally returned to normal.

Rong Jue applied a hot veil on her, took off the veil, saw her eyes opened and woke up, he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"woke up."

However, before he could wait for Jiang Linlang to speak, the door was pushed open without authorization, and the old woman gestured in a panic——

"Oh, son, can you please let your men go down and help me find my old man?"

(End of this chapter)