Dressed as a sickly villain and survived by farming

Duan Rongshu seemed to feel a familiar breath, he just rubbed it twice, and then continued to sleep peacefully.

As if dazzled by the light, but unwilling to wake up, he arched his face towards Zhao Huai.

Zhao Huai held him tightly in his arms, and guards in brocade followed behind, all looking down at the shoes as they walked. The host led someone to lead Zhao Huai to the dormitory. Didn't see many people.

Seeing him go in, Yuantong couldn't help sighing, "It's a miracle in the world that the poor monk meets a couple."

"What a jackal, tiger and leopard~"

The little monk next to him heard his master start talking nonsense again, and hurriedly stopped him, "Master, please stop using idioms indiscriminately, this is the Son of Heaven, we cannot mess with it."

"Last time you gave a pair of couples a pair of horoscopes, and you called a pair of enemies a pair of wronged seeds. If you didn't stop you, your cassock would have been taken away."

Yuantong winked and was very dissatisfied with the apprentice's complaint, "They are alone and widowed, why can't they be described like this? Oh, by the way, it should be gangsters, it's just right to get together."

The little monk was going to collapse, and he was really afraid that Master would be taken away, "Master! The Son of Heaven heard that and had to strip off the golden body of our Buddha statue."

Yuantong clapped his palms together and clapped his hands, "Not to mention, SF Express, you have great wisdom."

In his previous life, Zhao Huai listened to his orders and did not kill him, but took all the gold from the Buddha statues in the temple and used them as military supplies for war.

In this life, he won't be so picky, right?

Then he patted the little monk's head, "Look at how the teacher operates, so that the golden body of the Buddha statue in the temple will be thicker!"

Shun Feng's face could hardly be tense, "Master, don't play dead!"

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After Zhao Huai carefully put the person down, he sat on the edge of the bed and watched, motionless, for fear that the person would disappear in the blink of an eye.

As soon as Duan Rongshu fell on the bed, he was groaned by the hard bed, and he still didn't want to wake up like this, which shows how sleepy people can be.

He held onto Zhao Huai's clothes with one hand, and shook his body twice, as if he was trying to chrysalis in a dream, looking for a soft place.

Just when Zhao Huai was thinking about whether to add two quilts, Yuan Gui came in and whispered, "Your Majesty, preside over Master Yuantong to ask for an audience."

The hostility in Zhao Huai's eyes has not yet dissipated, and his voice is low, "I don't see you."

"The host said...it's about Mr. Duan."

After a few breaths, Zhao Huai exhaled, "Call him in, keep your voice low."

"Yes." Yuan Gui responded in a low voice, and went out to summon Yuan Tong to come in.

Although Yuantong was speechless, he still had a bit of eyesight. When he came in, he moved slowly and didn't make a sound.

Xiao He is the one who succeeds, and Xiao He is the one who loses. Yuantong is famous for judging people's lives, and because of his inaccurate speech, he has been severely beaten by many society.

This small amount of eyesight is all the result of being beaten.

Zhao Huai nodded, motioning for him to speak.

Yuan went to the person on the bed to look carefully, and before Zhao Huai got angry, he said lightly, "Your mind is unstable."

Then he glanced at Zhao Huai's expression and said happily, "This poor monk can solve it."

"...Just worship and chant sutras in front of the Buddha, and then wear it next to your body."

The icy breath around Zhao Huai's body eased slightly, and his complexion looked much better. "All the Buddha statues in Yuanshan Temple should be coated with gold."

Yuantong looked happy, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

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It was already afternoon when Duan Rongshu woke up, he got up from the bed, looked at the layout of the room, and was stunned for a few seconds.

How did he sleep here?From sleepwalking?

Duan Rongshu stretched, feeling the soreness in his body, and rolled on the bed.

Rubbing the quilt under his body with his palms, he felt that it didn't feel right. Duan Rongshu picked the fabric, the black cloak with auspicious clouds and dark patterns, and there were several layers of quilts underneath, obviously not something that would be found in temples.

Did he put all the quilts and cloaks on his bed?

"woke up?"

Duan Rongshu squinted his sleepy eyes and looked at Zhao Huai who was standing at the door with the light behind his back.

He yawned profusely, "Hmm..."

While he was turning on the machine, Zhao Huai's successor arranged the meals and made a wet handkerchief to wipe his face.

Duan Rongshu was confused by this considerate and thoughtful care.

"His Majesty……"

This handkerchief is not used to wipe his neck, is it ready to send him on the road?

"what happened?"

Looking at the handkerchief in Zhao Huai's hand, Duan Rongshu noticed the wound on that hand at a glance.

The wounds are big and small, as if they were newly made.

He frowned and asked, "Where did the injury on your majesty's hand come from? Touching water will cause inflammation."

Zhao Huai opened his hand and looked at it, not paying much attention to it, "I accidentally touched it, what's the matter?"

Yuan Gui lowered his head, covering up the speechless expression on his face: I have to learn how to be miserable, I can't even do this, tsk.

It's time for him to play!

Yuan Gui handed over the wound medicine and gauze at the right time, "Master Duan, Your Majesty will not listen to persuasion..."

Then he winked: It's up to you.

Duan Rongshu: ...

Holding the ointment and gauze, Duan Rong looked at Zhao Huai anxiously, "Your Majesty, it's time to drink... it's time to apply the medicine."

Zhao Huai still refused, "No need."

Duan Rongshu grabbed his sleeve and rubbed against him.

"Don't be shy, why are you being polite?"

Zhao Huai: ...

Duan Rongshu held Zhao Huai's big palm in front of him, rubbed the medicine on it little by little, and blew gently after wiping.

Years of martial arts practice has made the palm rough, and the soft fingertips seem to rub against it.

Zhao Huai felt the wound on his hand start to tingle, and unconsciously moved twice.

"Does it hurt?"

"No."

After hearing the answer, Duan Rongshu continued to wrap the gauze around the hand, round and round...

Zhao Huai watched his operations, but finally couldn't hold back his words, "I don't need gauze for this wound, do I?"

Even if you can use it, you don't need to wrap your hands into steamed buns, right?

Duan Rongshu tied a big bow on it, and it looked even more like watching him curl his hands up.

"Why can't I use it anymore?... Jingdong cat."

Zhao Huai glanced at him, "Duan Qing is like a cat."

Duan Rongshu curled his lips, he didn't look like a blue-necked mud.

After climbing the mountain for half a day and even having a nap, Duan Rongshu's stomach was already growling.

He was picking at the vegetarian food in the bowl, looking at Zhao Huai's hands that could not move, feeling a little bit guilty.

After picking up a few dishes with chopsticks for Zhao Huai, Duan Rongshu finally came to his senses:

"Your Majesty, how did I sleep here?"

Even though Zhao Huai's hands were covered, he could still hold the vegetables gracefully and naturally.

Hearing this, he snorted and laughed, "Duan Qing sleeps like a piggy, of course I don't know."

Pigs at this time are not good looking either.

Duan Rongshu stuffed a big mouthful of rice, chewing angrily, then Zhao Huai glanced at him again.

"Duan Qing looks like a squirrel hiding food now."

Duan Rongshu swallowed, then paused, "Your Majesty, if possible, I... I want to be a human being."