Sturdy Countryside: Lord, Please Blow The Lamp

Now I know I'm afraid. Seeing her appearance, Wu Shiqiu knew that she had already thought about it.

Shiqiu, why didn't you remind me just now? She covered her lips and looked at Wu Shiqiu reproachfully.

Is there any sister who does this? He didn't even know to remind her that if she said something nonsense in front of Shizi, it would be the two of them who would be unlucky.

How should I remind you that the Shizi is here? Wu Shiqiu gave her an angry look.

Making small moves in front of the son of the world? Does she have the guts? If you cut her words apart, you already have the courage to do it.

Give me a little memory next time! she warned.

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In the ancestral hall, Wu Shisan was in a hurry, but the elder son ran away without a sound. Although he knew where the elder son had gone, he was still worried.

I didn't eat this dinner, I didn't drink any medicine, the injuries on my body, and...

Wu Shisan was in a hurry, and when he didn't know what to do, he saw his eldest son, swaying at every step, and came back leisurely.

He hurried up to meet her.

Master, you are back. This subordinate will ask the cook to serve you the food.

No need, I've eaten. Dongfang Yu replied in a good mood.

Hearing this, Wu Shisan was taken aback for a moment, but then thought that the elder son probably ate at Jiuniang's house, so he didn't pay much attention.

Then my subordinate will bring you the medicine. Wu Shisan said.

Hearing the word medicine, Dongfang Yu frowned almost immediately, I won't drink it.

Master, you can't do this. Hearing Dongfang Yu's words, Wu Shisan frowned.

It's not that he doesn't know that Shizi doesn't like to drink medicine since he was a child. No one likes to drink that bitter thing, but if he doesn't drink, how can Shizi's injury get better?

Master, for your injury, you must drink Wubapei's antipsychotic medicine, otherwise, the wound will recur again.

The only one who lost his temper and refused to drink medicine these three days was the eldest son of his family, but he couldn't help but think for himself, his body was his own.

If this can help to drink, he will definitely help Shizi drink.

I'll rest for a while, and you can bring it here. Dongfang Yu thought for a while, and still said to Wu Shisan.

Just now, he told Beibei that the wound was healed. If she found out, she would scold him badly. He should drink it.

Hey, good. Wu Shisan immediately responded happily when he heard his words.

Originally, a small wound should have healed a long time ago, and they didn't pay much attention to it, but that day, Shizi and Mu Shizi competed in kung fu, and they just made a few random gestures. Cracked.

This time, they were frightened.

Later Wu Ba came and felt the pulse of Shi Ziye, only to realize that the sword that slashed Shi Ziye was smeared with chronic poison. If the poison is not cured, the wound will never heal.

No, it's been more than a month, the poison should have been cured long ago, and the wound should have healed.

However, what they met was their own eldest son who didn't like to drink medicine. If he drank a bowl today, he would lose his temper the next day and stop drinking. No one could do anything to him.

So, this wound, until now, has not fully healed.

Thirteen, is that settled? Dongfang Yu asked.

Master, I've ordered someone to check it out, but if we deal with it, we have to wait until tomorrow morning. Wu Shisan replied.