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Just a word, some military masters stay here for lunch today, let them prepare some good dishes, and I will lead the military masters to go around the mansion. "

Chang Wen stared unhappily, Xue Wanyi smiled: "Go and finish speaking in an extensive manner, and come and accompany me later."

Although he was not happy, Chang Wen went to the kitchen awkwardly.

A few people looked around as they walked, not poking their noses, as if to find out the possible smell of blood in the air.But after walking all over the Tang Mansion, and even after that, the visits and inspections of every house simply disappeared. Several people knew that Tang Ziao might really no longer be in the mansion.

After resigning Xue Wanyi who kept them for lunch, the imperial guard even asked Chang Wen, "Didn't you follow your master all the time? Why didn't you go when he went out?"

Chang Wen replied unhappily: "My wife is also the master. They both went to see a doctor. Naturally, I will stay at home to protect my wife. Even if some people don't know what to do, my wife is the most noble princess in my heart. To be bullied by others? I am here to block those dog legs."

The man's face was blue and purple, and finally he didn't care about it. He hugged Xue Wanyi and bowed, and walked away with the 20 people.

"Chang Wen?" Xue Wanyi asked softly. "Did Xiaojia be rescued?"

"It should be, so don't worry Ma'am, the master is very powerful." Chang Wen said triumphantly.

"Well, I'm not worried."

"By the way, ma'am, there are people outside, hiding in the dark. I'm afraid they don't believe that the master is really no longer in the mansion, haha, they don't know, the master is so smart, how could he come back so stupidly?"

Xue Wanyi only smiled when she heard this, the worry in her heart did not decrease, but a strange feeling made her even more restless.

……

Tang Ziao's injuries were not too serious, and his body, which had often tasted poison since he was a child, was somewhat resistant to the poison. Therefore, apart from the initial lethargy for a while, he gradually became conscious afterward. The body is still out of control, but at least I have some perception.

He vaguely felt that someone began to take off his clothes. In the dimness, he felt that the person was not malicious, carefully avoiding his wound, and untied his belt, but when the person stretched his hand into his arms, he suddenly thought , Jiajia put the white cloth covered with handwriting in that room.He exhausted all his strength, but he couldn't lift his arms, his brows were furrowed hard, and beads of sweat kept dripping.

Those hands paused, and when they touched the white cloth in his arms, they seemed to understand the reason for his abnormality, and immediately put the cloth back for him, and cut open the shirt on the injured shoulder with a knife. Only then began to treat and bandage his wounds.

That man was skillful, except that the white cloth was put back for him, and he was inconsiderate and gentle to his wound. From the occasional touch of his palm, Tang Ziao's lax consciousness felt that it was a man who often held a sword, And the skill should be good.

After changing the medicine, the man went out for a while, then came back soon, pulled him up and sat on the head of the bed, parted his lips, poured the bowl of bitter medicine into it, Tang Ziao couldn't control his emotions Throat, half swallowed and half spit out, the man felt something was wrong after feeding two mouthfuls, he hesitated for a while, as if he didn't know what to do.

It seemed that he was also a man who had never taken care of anyone. Tang Ziao's mood was reversed, thinking about who might be the man who rescued him.

But before he could screen the people in his mind, the door was roughly pushed open, and a familiar voice came, accompanied by whining cries and reprimands of dissatisfaction with the man who took care of him,

Listening to that crisp voice, he couldn't stop complaining that the man couldn't take care of others, how could he be so careless, that voice, which was considered noisy for the patient, sounded like the sound of nature at this moment.The corners of Tang Ziao's mouth curled up slightly, and the place in his heart that had been raised was finally let go.

Completely fell into a coma.

mountain life

There was a noisy bird chirping outside, as if a group of restless birds were vying for food. Tang Ziao woke up from his deep sleep, and when he heard the chirping outside, his consciousness gradually recovered. When he opened his eyes, the light was too bright, making him He couldn't adapt for a while, squinted slightly and waited for a while before recovering. He turned his head and looked at the person with his familiar aura.

Tang Qianjia knelt on the ground, put her arms on the side of the bed, pressed her little head on it, and fell asleep peacefully. It seemed that she stayed here because she was tired after taking care of him for a long time and was reluctant to sleep in another room.

Tang Ziao propped up his upper body, and the wounds on his body were tingling. He frowned slightly and recovered his calm face. He leaned out his upper body, carefully carried Qian Jia onto the bed, and placed her next to him. Pull on the quilt to cover.

It seemed that the child was really tired, and he didn't wake up after all this tossing. Tang Ziao touched the smooth face with the back of his hand, stroking it inch by inch, looking at the tears that hadn't dried yet, the strands of eyelashes, it seemed that he just cried for a long time.Unbuttoning Tang Qianjia's clothes, Tang Ziao inspected carefully, and saw that there were no wounds or bandages, so he felt relieved, wrapped his arms around his waist, brought him into his arms, and pressed a kiss on the top of his head.

Tang Qianjia seemed a little uncomfortable, struggled a little, clenched her hands tightly, frowned, and began to moan in irritability and panic.Tears began to flow from her closed eyes.Seeing this, Tang Ziao pushed him twice, but he didn't wake up, so he knew that he was a nightmare, so he hugged him tightly again, and put his warm lips on his forehead, softly comforting him.

"Daddy." Tang Qianjia called out suddenly, and opened her eyes suddenly. She didn't understand the situation at the moment, but when she saw the person in front of her, tears flowed out again, and she kept sobbing with grievance.

"Hey, isn't it all right?" Tang Ziao patted his back and kissed his forehead.

"Daddy, don't move about your injury." Although Tang Qianjia was sad, she quickly thought of the current situation, and hurriedly supported Tang Ziao's shoulders, letting him lie there obediently.

"I'll get you some water to drink, don't move." Qian Jia got up carefully and covered Tang Ziao with the quilt.

"Well, I won't move."

Tang Qianjia rushed out, and soon came in with a large pot of hot water, and poured a small cup.

Tang Ziao braced his upper body and prepared to take it to drink. Tang Qianjia shook his head, glared at him, supported him against the bedside, then raised the cup to his mouth, tilted it up a little bit, and poured it into his mouth.

Tang Ziao's injuries were not too serious. Although he was somewhat weak from the poison, he was not reduced to the point of asking for water, but Tang Qianjia's serious and worried face made him unable to say no. What's more, the child in front of him has made him worry about these days, and his heart is almost unable to bear it.

Now he's back around, and all right, that's enough.

After drinking the water, Tang Ziao leaned against the head of the bed. Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, he held Jiajia's hand and looked towards the door.

The man who came in looked like a harmless and honest person, with a square face, tall figure, and inconspicuous temperament, just standing there, looking completely insignificant, but Tang Ziao knew he was not.

His breath is calm and long, and his introverted and ordinary appearance is a strength that cannot be ignored by him. He is not very big, and he looks comparable to Tang Ziao, around thirty.

As soon as he walked in, Tang Qianjia jumped out of bed, broke away from Tang Ziao's hand and ran to the man's side, grabbing his arm: "Uncle Zheng, my daddy is awake, help him look."

The man nodded and patted Tang Qianjia's head. Tang Ziao couldn't help frowning, watched the man walk to the bed, and nodded to him: "Brother Tang."

Tang Ziao looked at him: "Brother is..."

There was a simple and honest smile on the man's face: "My surname is Zheng, and my name is Yuanjing. Brother Tang can call me Yuanjing."

Tang Ziao sifted through his mind carefully, but he didn't remember seeing him before: "I wonder if I've seen him before?"

Zheng Yuanjing smiled generously, completely unable to make people suspect: "I have no malicious intentions, Brother Tang, please rest assured, now you and your father and son will live here for a while, and you can go back after the limelight passes. Wan... Madam Ling It's fine, please don't worry."

"Uncle Zheng, can you take a look at Daddy's body?" Tang Qianjia urged.

Zheng Yuanjing hesitated, but sat on the side of the bed: "I'm offended." He put his hand on Tang Ziao's veins.

"It's all right, the residual poison in the body is almost eliminated, and you will fully recover after a few days of recuperation. Xiaojia, take good care of your father. If there is anything else, don't let him do it. You can do it for me. As for the food, I will I'll come over and make it for you when the time comes. Do you understand?"

"Well, I know, thank you Uncle Zheng."

Zheng Yuanjing patted Tang Qianjia's shoulder, like treating his own child: "Remember not to make your father angry, and don't make trouble with him, let him rest as soon as possible."

"I know, don't worry." Tang Qianjia looked up and said seriously.

Tang Ziao looked at the way the two got along, and for some reason, a feeling of irritability surged into his heart, and he waved: "Jiajia, come here."

"Daddy, where is your pain?" Tang Qianjia hurried over, not knowing where to put her hands, and looked at him with red eyes.

"I'm fine, you're tired too, come up to sleep. Brother Yuan Jing go to rest too."

"OK."

Qian Jia took off her shoes, got into bed, lay down next to Tang Ziao, tried her best not to touch his wound, grabbed his obscene clothes, and muttered, not long after, she was exhausted from worrying about Tang Ziao The body fell into a deep sleep.

There are rolling mountains outside, so green that you can't see it