[Quick Wear] Manual for Saving the Miserable Male Match

Looking at his general's appearance, he must be in deep trouble.

Looking at Yan Weijia, who was staring closely at the couple, Yan Weiyi sighed, "I have a brother!"

Yan Weibing and the other three stood in the distance watching the wind and looking around. Yan Weijia and Yan Weiyi hid in the tree again.

Waves of white smoke floated out of the kitchen chimney, and the aroma of the food drifted out through the kitchen's large door. Yan Weiyi's eyes lit up. This smell... actually smelled better than the food in the palace last time.

Oh, ?.??It smells so good, what should I do if I want to eat it??????

Wanting to eat, Yan Weiyi thought that he was not shameless enough to ask the general for a bowl of rice to try, disturbing the young couple from having lunch.

I could only smell the ten-mile fragrance, swallow secretly, then silently change directions, staring at the little rabbit wandering under the tree.

This plump little rabbit is also delicious when roasted.

Yan Weiyi recognized it. This was the rabbit that his general held in his arms just now. As for why he recognized it, it was entirely because this rabbit was the roundest and most delicious of the four.

Because Yan Weiyi's coveted gaze was so naked, the little rabbit felt something was wrong and jumped away with his butt twisted.

Little Rabbit?: Hey, stupid human, take back your shameless and obscene gaze!

Yan Weiyi originally thought that this was the only moment of pain that could only be smelled but not eaten. The wait was over after the two of them finished cooking and went back to the house to eat.

As a result, Song Cian brought a small table from somewhere and placed it under the shade of a tree, and then brought two small benches.

Yan Weiyi:? ? ? Dashachun, what are you going to do╭(°A°`)╮? ? ! !

Then the two of them put the prepared meals on the table.

Now it was better, the overflowing fragrance penetrated straight into his nose, and Yan Weiyi couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to deliberately ignore it.

001 said: "Host, you are easily beaten."

Song Cian smiled mysteriously: "He can't beat me."

001: (n?_?)?━☆It seems to be true.

As a result, Song Ci'an and Shi Yu cleaned the food on the table under Yan Weiyi's sad eyes.

"Bah! It makes me sour!" Yan Weiyi spat out the fruit in his mouth, and the remaining fruit that was bitten in his hand fell into the lake.

After Song Ci'an and Shi Yu had lunch and rest, the five people came out one after another to find something to eat. The first ones to come out were Yan Weijia and Yan Weiyi.

After throwing away the fruit, Yan Weiyi took out the remaining dry food from the package to satisfy his hunger, took a bite of the dry food and chewed it.

It's not bad to eat at ordinary times. After all, I only go out to work to satisfy my hunger. As long as it's not poisonous, I can eat anything.

But today I was chewing pancakes that were as dry as wood and tasted bland in my mouth. The key was that my teeth were chipped after eating them.

Involuntarily, Yan Weiyi thought of Song Ci'an and Shi Yu's sumptuous lunch. There is meat and vegetables on the table, and the meals are nutritionally balanced.

Tsk~ This is not the life of ordinary people on the border who are hungry. They seem to be living more carefree than the petty officials in the county.

The resentful Yan Weiyi drank the bottomed water in the water bottle before barely swallowing a mouthful of dry pancakes.

Damn, what kind of life have you been living???!

Thinking of the shiny and fragrant roasted chicken on Song Ci'an's table, Yan Weiyi understood what he was thinking, "How about we also catch a pheasant to make a tooth sacrifice?"

After saying that, he turned around and looked at Yan Weijia, who still had a dead expression on his face. Very good, he was still expressionless.

No, it can't be said that his face was expressionless, but his face was filled with evil spirits, as if the person sitting in front of him was not his brother who had been born and died for many years, but General Wu Jun, or Song Ci'an.

Yan Weiyi looked away, took a bite of the pancake with difficulty, chewed it with water and swallowed it, "Okay, just pretend I didn't say it." His voice was like a mosquito or a fly.

(??w??)!

After the lunch break, Song Ci'an would give Shi Yu the second acupuncture today.

Song Ci'an went out to prepare the silver needles needed for acupuncture and the medicinal materials needed after the acupuncture.

When the five people saw this, they knew that their general was going to receive treatment. They just waited and waited, but the so-called miracle doctor never appeared.

Yan Weiyi, who couldn't bear his temper, raised his hands with one hand, borrowed some help, jumped off the branch, and saluted Shi Yu.

Forced by Shi Yu's indifferent eyes, he had no choice but to salute Song Ci'an.

He said respectfully, "Mr. Song, the general is about to be treated. Where is the miracle doctor you mentioned? Why hasn't he come yet?"

"Did something happen? If something happens to the miracle doctor and it is inconvenient to come, we brothers can go and pick him up in person. We must not delay the general's treatment time."

After Yan Weiyi asked respectfully, he did not forget to look at the faces of Song Ci'an and Shi Yu.

Seeing that Shi Yu still had that indifferent expression, Yan Weiyi doubted himself, still making salutes and frowning slightly, what's going on, what did I say wrong?

"He's not a miracle doctor, he just knows a little bit about superficial skills." Song Ci'an said.

Yan Weiyi was not happy when he heard this. Although Song Ci'an was the husband certified by the general during his amnesia, he could not be so rude to the miracle doctor who cured the general. He is the best among doctors, and he must be able to afford this miracle cure."

Song Cian said with a smile in her eyes, "That's okay."

"But now you have to give way, the miracle doctor is going to practice medicine."

Yan Weiyi drooped his eyebrows and said, "Song Master, please stop joking. This miracle doctor hasn't arrived yet, how can he practice medicine?"

"The miracle doctor you talked about is right here." Song Cian bent slightly and took the prepared medicinal materials in his hand.

"Don't be joking, we brothers..." We have been guarding here, but we have never seen the miracle doctor appear.

Before he finished speaking, Yan Weiyi seemed to remember something, his pupils trembled, and he looked at Song Cian in disbelief, "Miracle doctor, is it you?"

"That's right." Song Cian nodded slightly, "So can you get out of the way now? Otherwise, your general's best treatment time will be delayed." Song Cian imitated Yan Weiyi's speech.

Yan Weiyi, who was usually eloquent, turned red at the moment. He was speechless and could only turn his eyes to Shi Yu, "General, is what he said true? The one who has been healing you is He, emm Young Master Song?”

Shi Yu nodded gently in Yan Weiyi's confused eyes.

Song Cian took Shi Yu's hand and walked into the house, turning around and saying, "Yan, Yan Weiyi, right? Don't forget what you promised." After saying that, he looked in the direction of Yan Weijia, " A gentleman's words are hard to follow, so I will always remember what you promised."

After finishing speaking, he paused and raised their interlocked hands, "Your general also remembers it."

Shi Yu, who was holding hands, nodded imperceptibly, confirming what Song Cian said.