Master wants to hug

Yueming said: "Okay?" The tone was gentle, as if discussing.

The woman nodded tremblingly.

"By the way, who is your master, is it stable?"

The woman trembled and said: "No, my lord asked me to follow you after he knew you had inhaled Wenxiang. An Ding is not my master. There is no one else around her besides Si'er."

"Oh? Then who are you from?"

"I don't know." She was in pain, and immediately said: "I really don't know, the lord has never shown his face, I only heard the voice, he is a feminine man."

Yueming turned his head and said, "Go ahead."

He walked away without looking back.

Master Fang stopped fanning, and actually laughed.

"Master Hou?"

Fang Su smiled and said, "It's interesting."

Jiang Hanyi didn't know what she said was interesting, so he could only laugh along.

Yue Ming didn't go directly to pick up Si'er, but rode back from the main gate, as if he had just received the news and hurried back.

Si'er was as dirty as if he had just rolled out of a pile of mud.

She didn't know the people around her. Seeing Yueming was like seeing a life-saving straw. She threw herself into her arms and cried unceasingly.

Fang Su, who was in the past, really didn't want such a mud monkey to play tricks in his apprentice's arms, and had to cooperate with Yueming, so he could only frown and look at Si'er dissatisfied.

Si'er only felt that the surrounding air pressure was getting lower and lower, but he didn't know why.

"Where did you find him?" Yue Ming asked.

The leader said embarrassingly: "It's with a prostitute."

"Can you find this too?" Fang Su raised his eyebrows.

The young man in the lead blushed suddenly, and said: "She said that when she got up, she saw such a dirty child crying at her door, so she led her in. We arrived before the hot water was ready."

Yueming comforted: "Okay, don't cry, take a shower, change your clothes, and we'll go back."

Someone has already gone to boil water.

Fang Su said expressionlessly, "Let's all go down."

Si'er choked up and said, "I don't want to go back."

Why cry even if it doesn't look good?Fang Su thought impatiently.

"Master An Ding is very worried about you."

"She won't, she wants me to die!" After all, she was a child with no intentions, "She made me smoke Wenxiang, and she blamed me!"

Yueming raised his eyebrows and said, "What?"

"She gave me the warm incense, but she didn't give it to me for a long time, so I took that adult's incense..."

"Which lord?"

"I don't know." Si'er sniffled.

"Then how do you give it to him?"

Si'er only focused on inhaling the fragrance of Yueming's body, and said: "Every time I pretend to beg for alms, give the bowl to his servants, the bowl has two layers, and the inside is warm and fragrant, like this every month. "

"Are you going to deliver it all by yourself?"

Si'er said: "Yes."

Anding only has Sier by her side?

Yueming thought it was ridiculously shabby. Since there were people around that man with a soft voice, why didn't he send a few to Anding?

Or, is their relationship not a collaboration at all?

Threat?

But if it was a threat, how could it be so hasty if it was related to several adults?

Or, those adults didn't know that this matter was going on, so they were so hasty?

Yueming originally wanted to find Xiangshi, or attack An Ding, but she immediately had another idea.

Fang Su watched her changing expression, and for the first time felt that his little apprentice was listless.

"The water is ready." Yueming said, "I'll have someone take you there."

Si'er nodded, but didn't say anything about asking Yueming to accompany her.

After everyone left, Fang Su said with a smile, "I underestimated my apprentice."

Yueming's face turned half pale, and said, "Master."

"I don't blame you," Fang Su said, "What are you afraid of?"

Yueming glanced at her hand secretly, there was no blood on it, but the smell of blood came from her bones, she didn't know what to say, she looked at Fang Su helplessly.

"Okay," Fang Su said: "If you really want to say something to this Marquis, wait until the matter is over."

Yueming breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "I don't think An Ding and that woman's so-called master seem to be in a cooperative relationship. There is only Si'er around An Ding. She has some leg problems, and Si'er is the one who delivers the medicine. Let a child do this. It's a deception, but isn't it better to use martial arts as an adult?"

"She's outnumbered."

"Or, there is no power at all."

"If I'm a foreigner and want to get something with medicine, why don't I go to someone with a higher position? Or, send someone to her. But that person doesn't have it. He just sends people to monitor people who have smoked Wenxiang."

"He doesn't trust An Ning?" Fang Su asked.

"The attitude is quite strange. I am more inclined. They have other methods and other people to deliver Wenxiang to Daqi. As for An Ning, that person seems to think that An Ning is not necessary, and it is a drop in the bucket. It is useless to keep it, kill it It's a pity."

"The one on Anding's side is definitely not a big fish."

Yueming nodded, "What do you think, master?"

"I still don't want you to go," Fang Su said, "If she asks you to inhale Wenxiang again, what do you want to do?"

Yueming coughed and said, "There is no way yet."

"Then you deserve to die outside." Fang Su said coldly.

Yueming played with her hanging hair and said, "I want to use Si'er to know who An An sent Wen Xiang to."

"That child?" Master Fang used a smile to fully express his disdain, "You might as well use that child to threaten An Ding."

"What does the master mean?"

"If An Ding wanted her life, he would have killed her long ago. Why bother to inhale Wenxiang for her? It's too far-fetched to have a deep hatred. Wenxiang is not white noodles, just use it for fun?"

"What if just wanting to live makes her suffer in vain?"

Fang Su rubbed his apprentice's hair casually, and said, "There are many ways to increase the pain, and she chose the least worthy one."

Wen Xiang is worth more than gold, such revenge is too valuable.

Looking at each other, Yueming said, "I'll ask Mr. Jiang what diseases can be treated with Wenxiang."

"You can let Jiang Hanyi see what kind of hidden disease that child has." Fang Su said.

It took Jiang Hanyi a while to find the handwriting left by his master. After flipping through it, he found that Wen Xiang could really cure diseases, but the font was extremely small and was added later.

Zuo Aiye smoked it, can suppress miasma curse.

"What is the Miasma Curse?" Yue Ming asked.

Jiang Hanyi said: "It is said that it is a disease that can make people go crazy. If a person has it, their children will also get the disease. When the disease occurs, the pain is extremely painful, the headache is splitting, and the mind is unconscious. Many people commit suicide because of this."

"Can you diagnose whether Si'er is suffering from miasma?"

Jiang Hanyi said: "Some troubles."

But this trouble was quickly resolved, because Si'er fell ill.

Fang Su said: "Now, you can think from the other side." She watched the little apprentice wrap Si'er in clothes and mount the horse, and said.

For the sake of his apprentice, he agreed to help that person deliver Wenxiang.

But why would that person agree?

Four children have passed out.

Yue Mingchao's master nodded and rode away.

Jiang Hanyi said: "Master Hou, the little Lord Hou has already left."

Fang Su said: "I know this."

Jiang Hanyi didn't know what went wrong, and said, "Young Master is so careful with other people's children, how will you treat your own children in the future?"

Fang Su heard it harshly, thinking how old Yueming is, and said: "Don't worry too much, she is only seventeen."

What's more, a well-behaved and docile child like Yueming cannot give birth to a daughter like Si'er.

Like a monkey, how can it compare with Yueming when he was a child?

Jiang Hanyi said with a smile: "Seventeen is not young, girls from other families get married when they are fifteen, and the young master hasn't made an appointment yet."

"I can't wait for her to get what she wants? She has to be hanged from a tree? Now she is engaged to be a half-grown child, what do you know? If you don't change your mind in the future, you can say nothing." The husband-in-law of Marquis Pingyang must be Those who have power over one side really want to change their minds, and reconciliation is troublesome, and the people and interests involved are too numerous to enumerate. Fang Hou asked himself that he is old, and now it is a peaceful and prosperous world. He only wants to be romantic, and he is really unwilling to come forward Mediation, she frowned and said: "I don't care about her, she decides for herself."

Yueming's attitude towards her is obviously not as good as before, he doesn't want to let her touch him, and also deliberately avoids contact with her.

how?

Think about it and stop wasting time on her?

That's a good thing.

She has to understand that her master is a master, and she can only be a master in this life.

Not to mention the youthful spirit, even if you really want to live your life, you have to endure it and restrain your mind.

Fang Su nodded his eyebrows, but felt that the smell of medicine on Jiang Hanyi's body was too strong today, and it gave her a headache. She simply didn't want to, and went back to her room to rest.

Jiang Hanyi fiddled with the sachet on his waist, thinking with some mischief, Young Master, I can only help you so far.

……

Yueming came back with the child, thinking that Si'er's situation was miserable enough, but she didn't expect An Ding to be even more miserable than her.

Half of the clothes were stained with blood, and the person was still sitting at the door. When Si'er came back, he staggered to his feet and almost fell to the ground.

Yueming held the child in one hand and supported An Ding in the other, and said, "Master, what's wrong? Come and see this child. For some reason, it's just like this."

Si'er's face was pale, as if he had lost half his life.

An Ding's face was even paler than Sier's.

"Thank you lord, let's rest early." She took the child.

"The injury on the master's body?"

"It's okay, I just fell down." An Ding suppressed the bloody smell in his throat, and said, "I'm bothering you."

She was determined, and Yueming had to go back to rest.

Just after blowing out the candles, I saw a man standing by the window, slowly poking a small pipe into it.

Yueming turned sideways and held his breath calmly.

After a while, a person walked in.

The footsteps were heavy, as if they were dragging their feet.

"My lord?" a stable voice.

No one answered.

I don't know what she did, but I heard the ground in the house creaking, and the footsteps gradually faded away.

Yueming opened his eyes at once, his blue eyes were too obvious in the night, like a wolf.

The author has something to say: Thank you little angel Yishui for mine.

Thank you Nanke cherub for mine.

Thank you Oda Nobuta for the little angel's bazooka.