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Luo Ping brought a lot of things, and rode up to Nanshan alone. Halfway up the mountain, he saw a boundary marker engraved with the words "Nanshanzhai".

Before he had gone far, he met the Nanshan bandits blocking the way. A big man stepped forward and clasped his fists: "Mr. Luo, my village master asked us to lead you the way."

Luo Ping was not polite to him either, he got off his horse and returned the salute: "Thank you."

The man didn't talk much, he took his horse, took most of the luggage, and walked forward with a sullen head.

This is the first time Luo Ping has seen Nanshan Village. He thought it was a place full of wine, meat and bandits—that's what he thought the bandit gathering place looked like. However, what he saw before him was orderly, hundreds of The five tall and three thick men were together, without the slightest unruly noise and noise, and the solemn and solemn atmosphere was comparable to that of a regular army.

The guide led him to a single-family hut: "Mr. Luo, this is arranged for you by the village owner. You stay here first, and then tell us if you need anything."

He spoke respectfully, but there was a trace of disdain in his tone.

Luo Ping looked him up and down. This young man was tall and strong with a dark complexion, and there was an air of arrogance in his brows and eyes. He didn't take it seriously, but smiled and said: "I see, you can go to work."

The man turned and left.

Until Luo Ping settled everything, neither Fang Jin nor Zhou Tang appeared in front of him.He was not in a hurry to find them, he went out of the house, caught someone and asked the doctor's pharmacy in the village, and went there with some medicines and supplies brought from Tongfang.

The doctor is an old man in his fifties, and there are two sick patients resting beside him. After Luo Ping entered, the doctor immediately got up to greet him, looking very excited: "Mr. Luo..."

"Doctor Zhao, please sit down," Luo Ping greeted him, "Is your leg feeling better?"

"It's much better, much better, Mr. Luo is worried." Dr. Zhao laughed.

A while ago, Luo Ping investigated a case in Hejing County, and rescued Dr. Zhao who was involved in the case. He paid him to heal his legs and feet injured in the unjust prison, and let him go to Nanshan to find a job. Therefore, Dr. Zhao I am very grateful to him.

"What's the matter with these two people?" Luo Ping looked at the two wounded.

"Oh, one is heat stroke, and the other was bitten by some watchdog when we went down the mountain last time."

Luo Ping nodded, first went to find the sunstroke cliché, and asked him what was going on.

The man said he was tired during training.

Luo Ping asked: "Who trained you, why is it so ruthless?"

The man said stubbornly: "Master Fang is not cruel-hearted, he is doing this for our own good, the lord can bear this bit of hardship, why can't we bear it!"

"Oh? Is the prince also training with you?"

"Of course, the lord is busy with affairs, but he has always ate and practiced with us, and he is still practicing now. And even though he is still a young man, the last time he competed with the bull, he won easily. "

"Really? Mostly because of his status, let him go."

"We don't do those flattering things!" He snorted and squinted at him, "It's just you literati whose heads are twisted all day long."

Luo Ping smiled without making any excuses, and then asked the person who was bitten by the dog: "It's fine, whose dog is so vicious and wants to bite you? Could it be that you did something wicked to his family?"

The man stared: "Who is wicked! We are just putting on a show, so we are not some wicked gangsters!"

Luo Ping squatted down and looked at his bitten arm. The wound healed very slowly. Looking at the man's face, it seemed that he was still running a fever: "Anyway, you are still causing trouble to the people. Maybe it is your own. Fathers and folks, are you really going to do it?"

"Hmph, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand! The prince and the village master are all bent on suppressing the bandits in Yuezhou. We are doing something that the government can't do in the name of bandits. If we want to talk about conscience and justice, we are better than those The lackeys of the imperial court are much stronger!"

"Did you know what you were going to do before you came to Nanshan?"

"Of course I know, but the prince and the village owner strictly forbid us to disclose it to the outside world."

"Well, I know that."

There are only a few dozens of people registered in the recruitment list of King Yue's mansion, which is for the officials of Tongfang to see. In their eyes, these dozens of people are just the guards carefully selected by King Yue.In fact, most of the people who came in the name of Mu Zhaoyong were transferred to Nanshan.

Luo Ping quarreled with them for a while, and he had already got the matter out of Nanshanzhai. He thought that Fang Jin really knew how to choose people. Most of these young people were straightforward and thoughtless. The "Master of the Great Walled Village" will definitely be able to subdue them.

While talking to the wounded man who was bitten by a dog, Luo Ping lifted the bandage on his arm and checked the wound.

The canine marks are uneven, and it seems that the bite is quite deep.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"Man, man, what is this little pain!" The man raised his chin, showing a bad temper that looked down on weak scholars like him.

"Well, I'm stubborn enough. I don't know if that dog is a mad dog. It is said that people who are bitten by a mad dog will also become crazy." Luo Ping said casually, "If the treatment is not good, people will become photophobia. , unconsciousness, saliva procrastination, bite everyone, and finally died of exhaustion..."

"You, how do you know, you haven't been bitten before!" The man told him with fear in his heart and insisted.

"Who said I haven't been bitten?" Luo Ping rolled up his sleeves, a light-colored scar on his fair arm was very conspicuous.

At that time, the ointment that Zhou Tang brought to him was really good, and most of the scars disappeared, but this wound was so deep that it still left traces in the end, and Zhou Tang was annoyed about it.

"Huh?" The man was stunned.Xia Tian was soaked in sweat, in fact, the pain was so painful that he was about to pass, but he didn't want to be ashamed, so he had to grit his teeth and bear it. He didn't expect this weak-looking person to have suffered the same pain as him.

As everyone knows, that year Luo Ping was bitten by several hounds and his whole body was injured, which was much more serious than him.

Luo Ping said: "When I was injured that year, the doctor told me about that kind of madness. But you don't have to worry too much, I still remember the prescription the doctor gave me, at least it can play a role in prevention, look at me Isn't it good now?"

"Um... um."

Luo Ping smiled gently, and the man suddenly blushed a little, as if he wanted a prescription but couldn't hold back his face.

Before he could speak, Luo Ping had already picked up a pen and paper to write down the prescription, and handed it to Dr. Zhao: "I should remember correctly, can you see if there is anything you want to change?"

Dr. Zhao looked at it and was a little surprised: "The prescription is good, but the dosage is too high. Mr. Luo, is this the prescription you used? With such a fierce dosage, how badly did you get bitten?"

Luo Ping smiled: "I don't remember."

While talking, two sick patients came in, one was a sword injury caused during training, and the other was fainted from hunger.

Luo Ping helped Dr. Zhao to take care of him. At first, Dr. Zhao refused to let him go. Later, he saw that he was very quick at bandaging and decocting medicine, and he could soothe the anxious patients with a few words, so he was happy to have more helpers.

So Luo Ping was busy all day in the drug liaison.

Zhou Tang has been training absent-mindedly all day.

During the break, he asked Fang Jin: "Isn't he coming today? Where is he?"

Fang Jin looked at the hungry and dizzy one being carried down, and said casually, "He's already here, it's said that he's playing in the Yaoliao."

"What are you going to do in the drug store? Why doesn't he come to see me...our training?" Zhou Tang said dissatisfied. He thought that the little master would come to the training ground to see him as soon as he arrived here.

"It's my business to train you guys. What is he doing here? Let's see how you practiced your sword today until the sword flew out of your hand, and even stabbed someone's thigh?" Fang Jin deliberately vomited him.

"..." Zhou Tang had nothing to say.

So as soon as the training was over, he rushed into the medicine room without washing his face.

As soon as he lifted the curtain, he happened to see the little master feeding sweet porridge to a wounded man.

The man was lying there, pale and lifeless, Luo Ping wiped the perspiration from his forehead, and softly reprimanded him: "From now on, you can no longer indulge in practice and skip lunch, this is not called hard work, but asking for trouble. "

"Yeah, I got it." The man replied nonuo, while eating the sweet porridge that Luo Ping fed him with green eyes, without having to do it himself, it was so comfortable to eat.

Zhou Tang's face turned dark immediately.

Isn't it just hungry? Why, can't even hold a job?How much face do you have to let the little master feed you in person?And what's your attitude?Don't you dare to listen carefully to my little master's lesson?

Zhou Tang strode over with a stomach full of fire, grabbed the little master's hand and stuffed it into the man's limp hand, the man was so hot that he almost jumped up.

"Xiaotang? What are you doing?" Luo Ping was also taken aback.

"Let him eat by himself!" Zhou Tang gritted his teeth, pulled Luo Ping up and walked out, "Come with me!"

The rest of the people in the pharmacy stayed numb for a while, not wanting to understand why the usually stable and generous prince suddenly had a childish temper.Only Dr. Zhao chuckled: "My lord and Mr. Luo are really close."

When he arrived at Zhou Tang's room, Luo Ping looked at him helplessly: "What's the matter?"

Zhou Tang was a little annoyed: "Didn't you come to see me? Why did you go to the drug store? I haven't seen you all day!"

Luo Ping said: "I'm here to see the legendary Nanshan bandits."

Zhou Tang suffocated, and then remembered that he had deceived the young master, and his arrogance immediately faded.

Seeing his faltering, Luo Ping didn't want to embarrass him anymore: "It's doing well here, and it's not in vain that I raised so much money for you. I can understand your intention to establish the Nanshan Bandit, and I'm going to talk to the 'Bandit' today." 'Have a good chat. As I said, how to suppress the bandits is up to you to decide, as long as you don't hurt the people, don't hurt the prestige of the King of Yue, you can do whatever you want, why hide it from me?"

Although it was an admonishment, Zhou Tang was in a good mood when he heard it, saying that the little master is really the most understanding person in the world, and also the person who tolerates his mistakes the most in the world.

"Little Master, I'm sorry." With a sincere apology, and then appropriately pretending to be pitiful, the little Master will definitely not blame him for anything if he is soft-hearted. Zhou Tang has a good plan in mind.

"Little master, you see I was injured the day before yesterday when I was practicing." Zhou Tang put his fingers across in front of him.

"..." Luo Ping was silent for a while, "Xiaotang, you just bit it, the teeth marks are still there."

"No matter how it came here, it's bleeding now, it hurts." Playing a rogue shamelessly.

Luo Ping raised his eyebrows, shook his head, washed him with a basin of clean water, and then tied a big bow tie with gauze: "Does it still hurt now?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore..." Zhou Tang was a little bit reconciled, it would be even less painful if the little master sucked it for him, but he didn't dare to go any further.

After making a fuss for a long time, the two missed dinner time.

There is an iron law in Nanshan Village, it is not allowed to eat casually outside the specified time, the food is bought with money, and no one is allowed to waste it.

So Zhou Tang, who was half-starved, pulled all the unfinished dry food on Luoping Road into his stomach.

Luo Ping watched him eat, and said with emotion: "Eat so much, why are you still skinny?"

Looking at his gentle eyes, Zhou Tang felt warm, and started messing around again. He threw down the water cup and dry food and lay down on Luoping's bed: "Little master, I have a lot of mosquito bites on my body. Please scratch it for me. It won't hurt if you scratch it." It's itchy." He took off his clothes and let Luo Ping look at his back, "I can't reach it by myself."

Luo Ping didn't want to talk to him at first, but when he saw that horrible back, he couldn't hold back: "How could it be so serious?"

The whole back was almost swollen, how many mosquitoes caught him and bit him alone?

Really helpless, Luo Ping fetched water again, and first used a wet cloth to wipe his back. He gently wiped his back very carefully, but Zhou Tang bit the bedding and sweated.

Zhou Tang suddenly realized that he had made a mistake.

Originally, he just wanted the little master to touch him and enjoy the comfort that the little master only took care of him, but who knew that the gun would go off.

The little master's fingertips occasionally touched his skin, it was soft and slightly cool, and there were bursts of itching on his back, not the kind of itching caused by mosquitoes, but the itching that went straight to the top of the sky, making his brain feel hot and itchy .

His body was burning hot, Zhou Tang tried his best to endure it, but still let out a low moan.

It was obviously a very slight muffled sound in the quilt, but it made Luo Ping's hand stop suddenly.

Zhou Tang immediately held his breath, for fear that the little master would find out that something was wrong with him.

Fortunately, Luo Ping was only dazed for a while, and then took the ointment for reducing swelling and itching and applied it on him.But this time it was not so detailed, I just smeared it randomly, and my fingertips seemed to tremble slightly.

"I'm going to change the water and wash up, Xiaotang, you should go back to your room early to rest."

"Well, I see." Zhou Tang didn't play tricks this time.

When Luo Ping went out, he put on his clothes and rushed out the door. As soon as he went out, he bumped into Fang Jin. Seeing his flushed face and distressed look, Fang Jin was stunned for a moment and then realized: "Aren't you just looking for it yourself?"

Zhou Tang gave him a hard look: "I'm happy, don't worry about it!"

Fang Jin waved his fan and walked away. He originally wanted to discuss something with Luo Ping, but for some reason, seeing such a scene, he suddenly lost interest.

Turning around and not walking far, he ran into Luo Ping who was returning from fetching water.

Luo Ping probably just washed his face, some drops of water hung on his hair and face, crystal clear in the moonlight, and slid down his cheeks like tears that were about to fall.

Of course, it couldn't be tears, because at this moment Luo Ping was looking at him and smiling, and the smile was rippling in the corners of his eyes, blurred in a thin layer of mist: "Master Fang? What's the matter?"

Fang Jin was startled suddenly.

The man stood there, wearing a plain shirt stained with light dust, with his head tilted slightly, and his slender neck was plated with a layer of silver.

Fang Jin suddenly felt that this person was very good-looking, not the usual elegance, nor the handsomeness defined in the world, but an indescribable beauty.

He originally wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth in a daze but didn't say a word.

He never knew that he had such a clumsy speech, he was embarrassed for a while, and finally left in embarrassment.

None of the three of them slept well that night.

Fang Jin was annoyed at his momentary gaffe.

Zhou Tang was venting his anger on the dozen or so mosquitoes in his bed tent.

And Luo Ping buried his head on the mattress that Zhou Tang had prostrated on, breathing quietly.