subordinates dare not

There are only seventeen shadow guards in Wuwei Villa who can directly contact Meng Fuyuan.

Meng Fuyuan usually directly calls their surnames and adds their rankings in the village. For example, the ranks of Yang Qi, Liu Jiu, and the disciples do not mean the absolute level of strength. Each has its own strengths, and it is impossible for Meng Fuyuan to distinguish them so clearly.

Meng Fuyuan's demeanor is not like that of a person in the rivers and lakes. Because of his frail body, Meng Fuyuan couldn't learn Lu Jiu's skill of flying over eaves and walls, so he had to walk against the autumn wind, choking on the cold wind, and finally stopped at Huo Yi in front of the bedroom.

Yang Qi heard the door pushing behind him, knew it was Meng Fuyuan, turned around and saluted respectfully, "Master."

Huo Yi, who was sitting on the mahogany square stool, wanted to get up when he saw this, but Meng Fuyuan stopped him with a gesture.

Meng Fuyuan asked: "How far has the wound been treated?"

Yang Qi: "Go back to the owner, the debris in the wound has been cleaned up, and the wound has been sutured. The only two steps left are applying medicine to stop the bleeding and bandaging."

When Lu Jiu sent someone to report to Meng Fuyuan that Bian Qingyu forcibly broke into Wuwei Village, Meng Fuyuan asked a few more questions about the situation at the time, and learned that when Huo Yi and He Si were guarding the entrance of Wuwei Village, Bian Qingyu didn't come The kung fu of real swords and guns, but his men are pressing every step of the way.

Even though Huo Yi was strong in martial arts, he was outnumbered. He was successfully attacked by Bian Qingyu's men, and the iron dart pierced into his right chest. Meng Fuyuan didn't see it with his own eyes, but only listened to Lu Jiu's brief description, and he still felt a pain in his chest, as if he felt the same pain.

"Let me do the rest." Meng Fuyuan did not forget to tell Yang Qi, "Go and boil some oral medicine for Huo Yi."

"Yes, Master."

Yang Qi, who belongs to Wuwei Village, is the most proficient in medical skills, but Meng Fuyuan is not bad either. Meng Fuyuan once learned from Yang Qi for a while.

If he could do less work, Yang Qi naturally readily agreed, and after briefly instructing him on the precautions, he left quietly.

The sound of Yang Qi's closing the door disappeared, followed by Huo Yi's thank you, "My subordinates thank the owner for giving me the medicine—"

Seeing him like this, Meng Fuyuan began to feel a nameless annoyance in his heart. The owner of a village should understand the difference between superiority and inferiority. Only by establishing majesty can he coordinate the overall situation, but there are also disadvantages that follow. People care too much about respect and inferiority, which makes them appear divided.

"Huo Yong." Meng Fuyuan interrupted coldly.

Huo Yi suddenly heard the owner calling his name, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

Meng Fuyuan lowered his head and rummaged through Yang Qi's medicine chest for the golden sore medicine, "I remember I once said, when it's just you and me, you can call me by my name."

Meng Fuyuan picked out two useful medicinal powders and held them in the palm of his hand, "Could it be that you forgot my name?"

"The subordinates dare not, but the name of the owner will be kept in mind by the subordinates." Huo Yi said sincerely.

"Call out and listen."

Huo Yi lost his mind, and when he looked up, he found that Meng Fuyuan was staring at him. Huo Yi hurriedly lowered his head, so as not to be distracted by the beauty again, and stammered, "...Meng Fuyuan."

Meng Fuyuan had already walked in front of Huo Yi at this moment, because Huo Yi was sitting and Meng Fuyuan was standing, Meng Fuyuan couldn't see Huo Yi's face, only the crown of hair on his head, "I'll give you medicine."

Meng Fuyuan lowered his head, wanting to push the front of Huo Yi's clothes, a few strands of blue silk fell from his shoulders.

Huo Yi raised his eyes slightly, and saw that the eyelashes of the person in front of him were distinct, and the gap between the shaking almost set off a prairie fire in his chest. Huo Yi took a deep breath, knowing that saying this would make the owner angry, but he had to use this to wake up I must not have any unreasonable thoughts, "I also hope that the owner of the villa will allow the subordinates to solve it by themselves. The status of the owner is noble, and the subordinates are afraid that the wounds will dirty the hands and eyes of the owner."

Stepping on Meng Fuyuan's angry point every word, Meng Fuyuan waited for a while to make sure that the other party had nothing to say, and then said: "Do you really want to talk to me like this?"

"Subordinates don't—"

"Why did you call back the owner of the villa?" Meng Fuyuan did not give the other party a chance to argue, "Since you respectfully call me the owner of the villa, then you must obey my orders."

"Huo Yong." Meng Fuyuan said word by word, "The owner of the village ordered you to sit on the chair and not move."

Huo Yi opened his eyes wide, and only after a moment did he realize Meng Fuyuan's intentions.

The plackets on Huo Yi's chest to cover his wounds had been pushed to the sides, and Meng Fuyuan carefully squeezed the medicine bottle and sprinkled it on the wound, "Call out when it hurts."