Vicious female supporting role, gender male

Feng Rugui had no interest in the vicious dog that bit people and how the big man would treat the vicious dog, so he put all his thoughts back on Jiang Wuqi.

He sat beside Jiang Wuqi's bed, just looking at Jiang Wuqi, he felt very interesting, Jiang Wuqi's eyebrows, Jiang Wuqi's skin texture, Jiang Wuqi's undulating chest... everything about Jiang Wuqi attracted his attention again.

He grabbed Jiang Wuqi's left hand and played with it, biting the fingertips, rubbing the fingers, rubbing the gap between the fingers, kneading the palm, and finally, boldly sucking a shallow hickey on the back of the hand.

He was afraid of waking Jiang Wuqi up, so he didn't dare to go too far, so he gently put down Jiang Wuqi's hand, but his eyes were fixed on the hickey, full of joy, like a mark that Jiang Wuqi had exclusively for him.

He was still rejoicing, but someone opened the curtain and said, "My lord, that vicious dog suddenly bitten 16 people today, and it happened that the other two doctors in this town had traveled far away, so all 16 people were sent to me." Now, I really don't have time, can I bother you to go to the chef to look at the Taoist decoction?"

Feng Rugui stood up, confused and said: "I have never seen the decoction, how can the decoction be considered ready?"

Yun Yan's hands were stained with blood, and he replied: "The decoction has to be fried twice, the head is decocted with high fire, and boiled, and then decocted for half an hour, and then the decoction is filtered to remove the medicinal materials. Only the concoction is left, and the second decoction is to boil the concoction again, then switch to a slow fire and cook it slowly for about half an hour and a quarter. At present, the first decoction can be boiled."

Feng Rugui nodded, indicating that he understood, but then asked: "How to switch between martial fire and gentle fire?"

Feng Rugui in front of him has thin skin and tender flesh, he really is a rich man who doesn't know how to use firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, Yun Yan said patiently: "If you add more firewood, it will be a martial fire, if you add less firewood, it will be a slow fire."

"I see." Feng Rugui turned around, and said to Jiang Wuqi in a low voice, "Jiang Wuqi, I'm going to decoct the medicine, so you can rest."

Yun Yan was worried, but he couldn't help it, so he warned: "Be careful, don't get burned."

"Thank you doctor for your concern." Feng Rugui lifted the curtain and went out, Yun Yan pointed Feng Rugui to the direction of the chef, and then went to see a doctor.

Feng Rugui walked into the kitchen, saw the white steam coming from the earthen pot for decocting medicine, then glanced at the copper pot beside him, and stood in front of the pot.

There is a small hole in the copper pot. After filling with water, water will leak out of the pot hole, and every five drops of leakage is an hour.

The curly white air fluttered all over Feng Rugui's face, moistening his face, he didn't feel hot, but anxious, Jiang Wuqi was weak, with this medicine, Jiang Wuqi could recover.

He stared at the clay pot, and kept chanting: "Fry it quickly, fry it quickly..."

Half an hour finally passed, he picked up the clay pot, poured the decoction on a burlap cloth, and the filtered medicinal juice slowly flowed into a porcelain bowl under the burlap cloth.

He picked up the porcelain bowl, poured the medicinal juice back into the clay pot, and boiled it. The fire in the furnace was still a martial fire. Thinking about what Yun Yan said, he raised his hand and took out some firewood.

The back of his hand suddenly became hot, and a blister was actually blown up. He didn't feel any pain, so he ignored it, and just stared straight at the fire.

The fire has been lowered, so it can be regarded as a simmering fire?

While thinking about it, he took out another firewood with his bare hands.

This time there was nothing wrong with the back of the hand, but another blister appeared on the little finger.

He squatted in front of the clay pot, resting his chin on his hands, fixed his eyes on the pot, and muttered: "Jiang Wuqi, you need to get better soon, you must get better soon..."

He has always liked cleanliness, but now the hem of the too long red dress is dirty and stained with dust, but he doesn't realize it.

When Yun Yan came in, this was what he saw. Feng Rugui had a very beautiful appearance, but this posture made people suddenly feel that he was hiding a child under his skin, innocent and childish.

Whether the Taoist is good or not has nothing to do with whether he reads into the pot or not.

Yun Yan laughed, looked at the decoction, and said: "I still have five wounds to deal with, please take a look at the decoction for a while."

Feng Rugui raised his head, his Adam's apple was distinct, and he squirmed following his words: "Is my medicine cooked well? Will Jiang Wuqi be cured after exhausting it?"

Yun Yan is obviously the same age as Feng Rugui, but at this moment, he wants to stroke Feng Rugui's hair as a reward.

That Taoist priest was obviously much more stable than Feng Rugui, how could he allow Feng Rugui to torture him into such a miserable state?Under this ruthless and innocent skin, is there cruelty hidden?

Yun Yan didn't have time to think about it, and replied: "Your medicine is very good. As for Daoist Priest, if you use up this medicine, you may not be able to recover. You have to use at least five medicines."

"That's it." Feng Rugui was quite disappointed, and after a while, he explained to himself, "That's right, such a serious injury, it is definitely impossible to use a single dose of medicine to heal it."

Yun Yan went out again, leaving Feng Rugui behind, Feng Rugui blamed himself and said: If I hadn't bit Jiang Wuqi's throat so hard, Jiang Wuqi wouldn't be lying on the sickbed, it's all my fault.

The increasingly strong smell of soup and medicine filled Feng Rugui's nostrils, Feng Rugui once again made up his mind to wait for Jiang Wuqi to recover, he decided to go back to Ghost Mountain and stay away from Jiang Wuqi.

After another cup of tea, Yun Yan returned to the kitchen after finishing the consultation, Feng Rugui still maintained the posture just now, only he stopped muttering words.

The expression on Feng Rugui's face was covered by white air, so he couldn't see clearly, but he felt that Feng Rugui was sad.

Yun Yan sighed and said: "Let me come and see the medicine, son, you can go with the Taoist priest."

He sighed, and his already dejected face became even more dejected. Against his bony figure, he seemed to have stepped into the gate of hell.

"Well, thank you very much." Feng Rugui got up and went out of the kitchen. At first he walked unhurriedly, but his feet didn't listen, and he wanted to return to Jiang Wuqi's side as soon as possible.

He lifted the curtain, hurried into the small room, sat down beside Jiang Wuqi again, and said in a low voice, "Would you like me to hug you?"

Even though a lot of blood has been lost, Jiang Wuqi's will is amazing, he has already woken up, and now he is just closing his eyes and resting his mind. Hearing this, he opened his eyes, and said with a soft smile, "You can hug if you want."

Feng Rugui originally thought that Jiang Wuqi would not reply, but when he suddenly got the answer, he couldn't help being stunned: "Jiang Wuqi, are you awake?"

Jiang Wuqi nodded: "Pin Dao just woke up."

"Just wake up." Feng Rugui avoided the wounds on Jiang Wuqi's heart, waist and abdomen, bent down, hugged Jiang Wuqi from the side, and pressed his cheek against Jiang Wuqi's left shoulder.

Jiang Wuqi patted Feng Rugui's back: "There is nothing wrong with the poor, so don't worry."

"Then Yunyan said that you have to take at least five medicines to recover, so how can you count it as nothing?" Feng Rugui rubbed Jiang Wuqi's left shoulder, and said, "I tore your blue Deluo , let me make a new one for you. I see that your coat, inner coat and trousers are all new and not old. How about doing it together?"

Jiang Wuqi wanted to refuse, but Feng Rugui's words were definitely to make up for him, he couldn't bear to ignore Feng Rugui's kindness, so he accepted: "It's up to you."

Feng Rugui continued: "Get your clothes ready, I'll go with you to find a vegetarian restaurant to eat vegetarian food, and then we'll go on a flower viewing cruise with you after eating the vegetarian food. Now the vines should be in full bloom, right?"

Jiang Wuqi sensed Feng Rugui's abnormality, so he was about to ask a question, but Feng Rugui smiled again and said, "You've never heard me play the qin, how about I play the qin with you?"

"You obviously don't like vegetarian food, so what's the point of using vegetarian food with Pindao?" Jiang Wuqi raised his hand to caress Feng Rugui's eyebrows, "Do you have something on your mind?"

"I do have something on my mind." Feng Rugui said with a smile, "My concern is your illness."

Jiang Wuqi believed it was true: "Pin Dao will recover in a few days, you don't need to worry about it."

Feng Rugui changed the subject, "Master Taoist, if you had never become a Taoist priest, would you marry a woman and have children?"

Jiang Wuqi replied frankly: "Pin Dao has become a monk since he was a child, but he never thought about it."

"En." Feng Rugui responded, and said again, "Your voice is getting harder to hear, you should stop talking, the medicine should be cured soon."

There was silence in the small room for a moment, Feng Rugui listened to Jiang Wuqi's heartbeat, and counted solemnly in his heart: one, two, three... After some time, Yun Yan brought in the decoction, and the bitter taste of the medicine immediately overwhelmed him. The small room is tightly packed.

Jiang Wuqi's right arm was seriously injured, so Feng Rugui took the decoction and fed it to Jiang Wuqi.

Jiang Wuqi took Feng Rugui's hand, drank the soup, and heard Yun Yan say: "This soup is a little hot, please take it slowly, I added a licorice and red dates to it, it should be easier to drink. "

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Jiang Wuqi finished drinking the soup, and then asked, "But what happened?"

Jiang Wuqi must have heard the movement outside Shicai, so he asked this question, Yun Yan did not hide it, and said truthfully: "A hundred years ago, there was a vicious dog here, which often bit people, but never hurt people's lives. He acted swiftly, and everyone who went to hunt it was bitten by him."

Feng Rugui put down the medicine bowl and wondered: "Since that vicious dog is a vicious dog, why did it let the person who killed it go?"

Yun Yan was full of doubts and said: "That vicious dog only bites a person once. I have never heard it bite a person a second time. Even if the person who was bitten hurt it, it only bites once."

"Both the vicious dogs of a hundred years ago and the vicious dogs of today follow this habit?" Seeing Yunyan nodding his head, Feng Rugui chuckled, "Couldn't the vicious dogs of today be the vicious dogs of a hundred years ago?"

After that, he continued: "But a dog can live for twenty years at most, how can it live for more than a hundred years?"

Yun Yan added: "According to the oral traditions of the old people, the appearance and size of today's vicious dogs are also the same as those of a hundred years ago."

Feng Rugui said without hesitation: "But for humans, dogs only need to be of the same breed, with a common coat color, and they look almost the same."

"That's true." Yun Yan said again, "However, there is a rumor in the town that the vicious dog was skinned and eaten by people a hundred years ago, and the soul is still there, so it has been looking for the enemy who ate it for a hundred years."

When the voice fell to the ground, Yun Yan put away the medicine bowl and said, "Master Daoist, you'd better have a good rest, I won't bother you."

Seeing that Yun Yan had left, Feng Rugui hugged Jiang Wuqi again, and said, "If you are worried about that vicious dog, I'll go and have a look later."

Jiang Wuqi responded, but raised his hand and tore off the red satin tied around Feng Rugui's neck, he saw that the tender flesh was growing again, touched it with his fingertips, and said with concern: "Feng Rugui, does it hurt? "

The tender meat immediately felt itchy, and Feng Rugui instinctively wanted to push Jiang Wuqi's hand away, but Jiang Wuqi saw two blisters on the back of his right hand and the little finger.

Jiang Wuqi clasped Feng Rugui's right wrist, his eyebrows frowned, and he knew immediately after thinking about it: "Did you just go to decoct medicine for the poor?"

Feng Rugui lied: "I accidentally burned my hand because I was eating the brown sugar glutinous rice cake fried in the oil pan."

Jiang Wuqi asked: "Is the brown sugar glutinous rice cake delicious?"

"It's delicious." Feng Rugui licked his lips, pretending to be savoring it, "But I've already finished eating the brown sugar glutinous rice cakes, so I forgot to keep your portion."

"Yunyan is busy treating patients, so he will never fry that brown sugar glutinous rice cake. There is no dim sum shop selling brown sugar glutinous rice cakes around here. Where did you go to eat brown sugar glutinous rice cake?" Jiang Wuqi tightened his hands, raised his eyebrows solemnly, and raised his voice Said, "Feng Rugui, don't lie to the poor, your lies are full of loopholes, and you can't get it right."

Feng Rugui had no choice but to admit it: "The 16 people who were bitten by the vicious dog just now came to Yunyan's office for treatment. Yunyan had no time, so he asked me to take care of the decoction. I burned my hand when the firewood came out."

He lowered his head again, and said timidly: "It doesn't hurt at all, Jiang Wuqi, don't blame me."

"What is Pindao blaming you for?" Jiang Wuqi said helplessly, "Did you see the fire tongs?"

"Fire tongs?" Feng Rugui was born rich and honored. After becoming Feng Rugui, he was either suffering from the addiction in the ghost mountain, or going down the mountain to eat. He seldom did it himself. Even if he ate by himself, he only roasted some wild animals. Will recognize the tongs.

Jiang Wuqi explained: "The fire tongs are tools for picking up firewood, similar to scissors."

Feng Rugui recalled it carefully, and finally said after a while: "The chef seems to have something that looks like scissors, but it's made of iron."

"Nine out of ten it's the fire tongs." Jiang Wuqi looked at the two blisters, feeling distressed, "Go to Yun Yan to pop these two blisters, so as not to fester."

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Note:

Wuhuo: big fire

Fuqu: lotus