How dare the cannon fodder be arrogant

Xiao Lingfeng stared at the boy, and hurriedly went to tidy up the bathroom.

A quarter of an hour later.

Xiao Lingfeng looked at Zhuang Qingyue who was still in a trance, raised his eyebrows slightly, then bent down and picked him up again, his movements were smooth and natural, as if he had done it thousands of times.

The male protagonist Zhuang Qingyue, who was still pretending to be a fool, was stunned for a moment, but she was really in a daze, thinking that she was really a cripple who couldn't do anything.

OK, just pretend.

He huddled in Xiao Lingfeng's arms, trembling while looking around calmly.

The low couch is too hard, making people uncomfortable.

The furnishings are so simple that there is not even a decorative vase in the room.

There was a thin quilt stacked on the bed, Zhuang Qingyue glanced at it twice, and sighed in her heart.Regardless of whether the quilt is thick enough or soft enough, the bed board alone may not be as soft as the low couch.

He was carried into the bathroom.

Sure enough, there is no white marble soup pool, no natural hot spring to warm and nourish the body, only a simple and unpretentious cloth screen, and a lonely big bathtub.

Fortunately, the servant is quite considerate, charcoal basins have been lit around the corners of the bathroom, and the room has been baked to a warm atmosphere.

Xiao Lingfeng put him on a low stool beside him, found the wooden clogs he wore in the bath, put them at his feet, and then squatted down to take off his shoes.

The little servant caught a glimpse of it from the side, and screamed again and again: "You can't do it, my lord, let the little one wait on this young master to take a bath!"

Xiao Ling waved his hands without looking back, signaling him to shut up and leave.

The little servant still persuaded with a bitter face: "My lord, you are the body of a thousand gold, so let the little one do the job of serving people!"

"Changan, you are too noisy."

Xiao Lingfeng threw the dirty, tattered cloth shoe soaked in snow water far away, and said impatiently, "Hurry up, it's none of your business."

Chang'an was talked about again, he was wronged and he hesitated to speak.But seeing his lord taking off his shoes seriously, he finally sighed, bowed to Xiao Lingfeng, bowed and retreated.

Just as he walked backwards around the screen, he heard his prince order from inside: "Look for two clean clothes that fit your body."

Just as he was about to respond, Xiao Lingfeng seemed to have remembered something, and changed his words: "Take mine, it should be thicker, warm it up and bring it here."

Chang'an made a promise, exited the bathroom and hurried to find clothes.

Xiao Lingfeng put on the wooden clogs for him, and then pulled him up, supporting him to lean on his shoulders.

He supported Zhuang Qingyue and asked, "Take it off yourself, or should I help you?"

The bathtub was filled with freshly boiled hot water, and it was steaming at the moment.Zhuang Qingyue blinked her eyes, and her eyes seemed to be foggy, hazy.

Then, as if he didn't understand, he stared at Xiao Lingfeng with wide eyes.

The hand that had just been stretched out was drawn back again, Xiao Lingfeng took two steps back, feeling a little uncomfortable for some reason.

Obviously, in the public bathroom of the school, it was relatively common to be naked with a group of old men, but why did Zhuang Qingyue find it hot to untie his shirt when he came here?

"Come by yourself, I'll wait for you behind the screen, call me if you need something."

After Xiao Lingfeng said a word, he hurriedly turned around and retreated outside the screen, looking from his back as if he was running away.

Zhuang Qingyue stared at the tall figure reflected on the screen, remembering the appearance of the majestic King Jingbei with reddened ears, she couldn't help showing a meaningful smile.

Outside the bathroom, Xiao Lingfeng looked at the gradually darkening night, feeling quite depressed.

Knowing that Zhuang Qingyue was pretending to be stupid, how could she not be able to control herself, so that she really regarded him as a pitiful little girl?

Chang An trotted to the door of the bathroom with his warm clothes in his arms. Seeing the prince who was not in the bathroom but leaning against the door with his arms folded, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"After he finishes bathing, you go in and wait for him to change." Xiao Lingfeng ordered.

Chang'an bowed his head and said yes.

The sound of water in the room stopped, and after a while, there was the sound of clogs stepping on the ground and walking slowly. Xiao Lingfeng winked at Chang'an.

Chang An understood, and immediately went into the house to serve the young master, doing his best as if serving the master of the palace.

After helping Zhuang Qingyue get dressed, Chang An helped him out of the bathroom.Looking around, the prince at the door has long since disappeared.

Chang'an didn't even hesitate for a moment, just in this posture, he helped him into Xiao Lingfeng's bedroom.

"Prince Xu has something important to deal with, so you can rest in this room first." Chang An poured him a cup of hot tea, took out the hand warmer cage he begged from Mrs. Huanyi, and handed it to Zhuang Qingyue superior.

He smiled and groaned: "Young master is a scholar, these hands are precious, they must be warmed up."

Zhuang Qingyue looked down at her hands.

The sleeves of this robe were wide, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the sleeves slid down his arm, exposing his thin arms.

Chang An followed his line of sight and lowered his head. After seeing the situation clearly, he closed his mouth for a moment, with a look of bewilderment.

Just now, I changed the clothes of Mr. Zhuang, but I didn't find the two bruises on his wrists from the long-term confinement of the shackles.

Chang An looked at the shocking bruises around his wrist, and wished he could go back to before these two sentences and slap him awake who was not opening the pot or lifting the pot.

Seeing Chang An's panicked face, Zhuang Qingyue hesitated and smiled, and comforted slowly and clumsily: "No, it's fine."

He raised the hand warmer in his hand: "Thank you, thank you, this one is very warm."

After bathing, Zhuang Qingyue's face was rosy and radiant due to the warmth, which was much more pleasing to the eye than when she first saw her pale face and black lips.

Although he was so thin that his face was disfigured due to the hardships of trekking through mountains and rivers during the exile, but at this time he smiled at Chang'an, it was like a spring breeze blowing in the cold weather, even the cold wind from the northwest was softening down.

Chang An stared blankly, and suddenly felt a sense of mission in his heart: we must take good care of Mr. Zhuang for the prince, and let him recover as soon as possible!

On the other side, Xiao Lingfeng was in the study, discussing with Shi Shi the whereabouts of these wanted criminals.

Originally, it was not Xiao Lingfeng's turn to arrange these people, they were recruited directly as recruits, and then a deputy general with a tough personality and fierce methods was sent to suppress and focus on training.

However, due to the strangeness of this year's snowfall, Xiao Lingfeng had other plans.

"It's snowing hard this year."

He looked at the snowdrift in the yard that was shoveled by the servants, and said to the stone: "When Xiao Qi comes back, you and he will arrange the manpower together, and do as I said, and the disaster must be kept under control. Minimal."

Shitou nodded, took out two more documents from his arms, and handed them to Xiao Lingfeng: "My lord, these are the military registration documents of Mr. Zhuang and his son."

He glanced at Xiao Lingfeng's face, and said in a low voice: "Master Zhang said, if you want to take off their military status and become ordinary people, he has some ways."

Xiao Lingfeng took the document and was a little surprised when he heard it.After a pause, he said: "I'm not busy at the moment, let's talk about it later."

Then he turned around, put the two documents into a boxy mahogany box, and put them in the dark compartment in the wall.

After talking to Shi Shi about the recent arrangements, Xiao Lingfeng flicked his robes and walked back to the main courtyard.

As soon as he entered, he saw an old doctor with a white beard sitting at the table, taking Zhuang Qingyue's pulse.

Chang'an stood on the side, his eyes widened, looking at the old doctor with expectations overflowing in his eyes.

He recognized that this old doctor was his military doctor in the Jingbei Army, who said a few days ago that he was going to the city to buy some medicinal materials that were not available in the army.

"What's up?" he asked.

Hearing his voice, the old doctor and the long press saluted together.Zhuang Qingyue also stood up in a daze.

Xiao Lingfeng walked quickly behind Zhuang Qingyue, pressed his shoulders and told him to sit still: "If you are injured, don't move around, rest."

Then he looked up at the old doctor.

The old doctor stroked his beard, and said calmly: "The bruises on the wrists and necks are not serious. The old man prescribed a medicine. This young man remembers to apply the ointment from time to time, and the bruises will be fine."

Chang An kept the old doctor's words firmly in mind.

Xiao Lingfeng lowered his head to Zhuang Qingyue and said: "This is Dr. Hu, a well-known military doctor in the Jingbei Army. He specializes in treating wounds from knives and arrows, and his medical skills are amazing."

Zhuang Qingyue hummed in a daze, then lowered her eyelashes, and her eyes flickered.

"But..." Dr. Hu spoke again.

Xiao Lingfeng: "But what?"

Chang An stood aside, and upon hearing this, he also looked at Dr. Hu with a nervous expression.

Dr. Hu went on to say: "This young master has no serious injuries, but his body is a bit weak."

He picked up a pen and began to write the prescription, while writing, he said: "The reason is that I am overworked from the long journey, and I am afraid that I am suffering from depression and worry."

He blew on the ink that was still wet, and looked at Xiao Lingfeng: "I can make up for the shortfall in my body, but the knot in my heart needs to be untied from time to time by the prince."

Xiao Lingfeng took the prescription and handed it to Chang An, nodding his head: "Understood, thank you."

Dr. Hu glanced at him, and thought to himself: How strange, when did this kid become so polite?

After sending Dr. Hu back to the small courtyard where he was temporarily staying, Changan looked at the sky, and went to fetch medicine for Zhuang Qingyue in person while the pharmacy in the city was still dark before it was closed.

Xiao Lingfeng asked someone to prepare a meal. Like the original Xiao Lingfeng, he was not used to being served when eating, so after the people in the dining room served the dishes quickly, they left without ordering.

Thinking that she hadn't eaten all day in order to act decently, so she really couldn't suddenly eat too much food, Zhuang Qingyue looked at the light dishes on the table in front of her, and was reluctantly satisfied.

But, how can there be no servants to serve the meal?Zhuang Qingyue frowned secretly.

But when she thought that all the rough-handed and thick-footed men who could come to serve in this palace, Zhuang Qingyue suddenly didn't feel that there was anything wrong with serving food by herself.

Just as he was struggling to move his hands, a small bowl of bone soup was handed to him.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Xiao Lingfeng looking at him, and said very seriously: "Drink some bone soup to nourish your body."

Zhuang Qingyue... Zhuang Qingyue's dislike for this big family with no rules dissipated a little bit.

He put down his chopsticks, held the bowl of soup served by King Jingbei in his hand, looked at Xiao Lingfeng, suddenly smiled and rolled his eyes, stumbled and said, "Thank you, my lord."

Xiao Lingfeng was shaken by his hard-earned smile, couldn't hold back a light cough, then buried himself in picking up vegetables for dinner, and stopped talking.

"My lord, my lord." Zhuang Qingyue whispered and asked him, "Student..."

Xiao Lingfeng interrupted him: "You don't need to call yourself a student, just say "I". "

Zhuang Qingyue snorted, and then asked without finishing her sentence: "Then I, I'm going to sleep tonight, do I sleep here?"