Enter Chang Xiangsi and help Jingzhai fight

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This really sounded like something that Master Feng Long would do.

We ate most of the food, one spoon and one chopstick each. When I finished the food and picked up the Fugui Peony Cake, Tu Shanjing said, "You just said that you wanted to ask me a lot of questions. What are they?"

I blurted out without thinking: "Sir, your fur coat, the one that's so white, is it made of fox fur?"

He paused while holding the red date golden bird's nest, coughed lightly, and said slowly: "Yes, it's made of ferret fur."

I laughed out loud, and he looked at me with a half-smile and half-cheerful expression, and asked, "Is that the question?"

I shook my head like a rattle and said, "No, no, I have some serious questions. For example, how did you come up with the idea of ​​turning black iron into a carriage?"

He was eating bird's nest, his mouth bulging out, like a little rabbit, quite cute.

After swallowing it, he answered, "If we transport the large piece of black iron directly, it will be too eye-catching on the road and easy to be exposed. So You and I used our spiritual power to catalyze it, borrowed the blacksmith Feng's blacksmith shop, spent a day and a night to turn the black iron into a carriage frame, and then used the carriage that Ruofeng sent to make another one."

I clapped my hands and laughed, "That's really clever! Everyone thought the truck was carrying treasures, but they didn't realize that this truck was actually the one carrying the goods!"

Tu Shan Jing drank a mouthful of bird's nest soup and said, "Yes, and in order to offset the weight of black iron compared to ordinary copper and iron, we specially selected thin wooden boards to make the carriage, and made the outside look old, so no one can tell unless it is the coachman of the Tu Shan family who usually drives the carriage."

I said, "No wonder the carriage was so fragile. It took only a slight touch to make a big hole. It's lucky that it didn't break even with so many of us sitting on it."

Tu Shanjing smiled slightly: "We are light in stature and we don't fight or make noise in the car. We are just chatting, listening to stories and eating snacks. It's okay. Even if it breaks on the way, we can just buy a few boards and put it back together."

I laughed and said, "If the world knew that the dignified Young Master of Qingqiu, the second young master of the Tushan family, rode in a shabby carriage made of thin wooden boards and rattled along, wouldn't the whole wilderness laugh at him?"

He put down the bird's nest, pressed his lips with the towel on the table, and replied: "When I am away from home and under pressure from the situation, the most important thing is to make a deal, and I can't care about other things."

I slapped my thigh and said, "Oh, right! Did Xiangliu write to you later? He and the furry eagle left in a carriage that day. I wonder if they arrived safely?"

He replied, "Don't worry. He sent me a letter by carrier pigeon saying that the carriage has been transported to a safe place. But it took him quite a while to get the goods this time. He negotiated with me in the letter and asked me to give him a 30% discount on the goods when he needs them in the future."

I could see Xiangliu's nine-headed snake body surging in the freezing river water, and the figure of Maoqiu carrying me on his back, holding the black iron carriage in his claws, and flapping his wings up and down. I couldn't help but say, "We have to give them a discount. It's not easy for them to get the goods this time."

He looked at me and smiled: "It wasn't easy for you either. You figured out the secret of the carriage and got it out. Otherwise, the carriage would either sink to the bottom of the water or be fished out by Xuan, which would be very difficult."

I bit my lip. "You mean to say that although I can't read, I'm still smart, right?"

He widened his eyes slightly, then lowered his head and smiled: "I didn't say that."

An idea suddenly occurred to me, and I asked Tu Shanjing uncertainly, "Sir, can the sunstone be used on animals besides humans?"

Tu Shanjing pondered for a moment and said, "You want to use it on Xiaohong? Unfortunately, it has only been seven days since its death, and it is difficult to reappear its presence."

I took out the tuft of horsehair from my sleeve and looked at it under the light. Thinking of how it rushed forward without hesitation, and how I would never see it again, swishing its tail and snorting, I couldn't help but burst into tears. I put the horsehair on the table, buried my head and cried.

Tu Shanjing stood up, walked to my side, and comforted me softly: "You see it is thin, give it some food when it is fine, either give it biscuits or apples, so it remembers your kindness and listens to you. It is its choice to move forward for you. If its spirit in heaven sees that you are fine, it will feel at ease, so don't cry anymore."

Then he reached out and patted my back to comfort me, but he happened to touch my wound, and I couldn't help but gasp.

He noticed that I was different and asked, "But the wound... is still hurting?"

I quickly stood up, looked at him through my tearful eyes, and replied, "It's okay, it's okay. There's a military doctor in the Xiangliu Army who has treated me. I'm basically well now. It doesn't hurt if I don't touch it!"

He reached into his sleeve, paused for a moment, and then took it out. He walked a few steps beside me, reached into his sleeve again and took out the small white jar of medicine, saying, "The conditions in the army are limited, I'll give you some good medicine."

I nodded and moved to the couch in the inner room. I sat sideways on the edge of the couch, slightly pulled off the clothes on my right shoulder, and reached in to untie the tangled strips of cloth.

Tu Shanjing stopped and then walked over slowly.

Although the room was warm, it was early winter after all, and I felt a chill on my shoulders. I wanted to pull my clothes together, but I was afraid that he would think I didn't want to apply the medicine, so I had to stop there.

There was no movement behind me, and the sound of wind was crisscrossing outside the window. I just felt that time was passing unusually slowly, my heart was itchy, and my shoulders were cold, just sitting there in vain, which made me anxious.

Silently, Tu Shanjing's fingertips gently touched the area around my wound like a dragonfly touching water. I shuddered, feeling the heat spreading from where his fingers touched to the surroundings, and the itch in my heart moved to the wound, thinking that new flesh had grown.

"The wound is a bit deep... I'm afraid it will leave a scar." He took a handkerchief, dipped it in water, and carefully cleaned my wound.

"It's not a big deal, and it's not something that should be shown on the public. Besides, this is a medal of honor, a symbol of my meritorious service as a guard!" I said hurriedly, fearing that he would blame himself.

"Let me ask Hu Zhen if there is any way to remove the scars." He dipped some medicine powder and gently applied it to my wound.

A warm feeling surged in my heart, and I turned my back to him, grinning and saying, "Thank you, sir."

At this time, there was another knock on the door. Tu Shanjing put down the medicine jar and went to open the door after seeing that I had put on my clothes.

"Young Master? Oh, this is the green plum wine that Young Master Fenglong asked Rong Xin to deliver. He was called away just as he walked into the yard. He was told that their young lady would be back soon, so he asked me to bring it to you for a nightcap."

It was the voice of a forest warbler. I turned around and her eyes met mine through the hollow carvings.