Host No. 7749’s Law of Mission Failure

Some cool wind drifted in through the window lattice, Lu Jian's beautiful eyes were flowing, and he sat up with his hands slightly supporting the recliner.

At the same time, Pei Jiu's face froze, and he stood up against the pain while holding on to the wall. He picked up the dagger with the toe of his shoe, lifted it up, and put it firmly into its sheath.

He was hiding behind the medicine shelf, not far from Lu Jian.

Lu Jian took another sip of tea without changing his expression. The sight behind him was hard to ignore. At the same time, slight footsteps finally sounded outside the door.

It seemed that someone walked to the door of the medical center, put away the umbrella, and knocked on the door.

Lu Jian put down the tea cup and stood up to open the door for the people outside.

There was a gray-robed scholar standing outside. He was still feeling a little chilly. He adjusted his black-rimmed glasses. When he saw her, a hint of joy flashed across his eyebrows, "Miss Lu."

The girl nodded slightly and said, "Mr. Song."

She hooked a few stacks of medicine packets with her fingers and handed them to him, "This is the medicine you ordered a few days ago."

Song Chushu hurriedly took it and scratched the back of his head, "Thank you very much. My mother has not been feeling well recently..."

"No, I have already collected the money for the medicine. If there is nothing else, you should go back and boil the medicine for the old lady as soon as possible." Her attitude was not very warm, but instead she smiled slightly, soft and distant.

Song Chushu smiled and said, "There is no need to rush this. Miss Lu, don't you invite me to come in and sit for a while?"

Lu Jian gathered his shawl and did not move out of the way. Instead, he pushed the hair hanging on his temples behind his ears, with a smile in his eyes, "I have nothing to sit on here, and the smell of medicine is strong. Sir, it's better to be early." Just go and catch up on the morning classes at school."

Song Chushu was dazzled by her smile, and his cheeks were slightly red, "It's me who's bothering you. It's really inappropriate for a man and a woman to be alone. I'll come back later."

When he turned around, he seemed to remember something again, and came over and said, "Miss Lu, you have to be more careful these days. If someone knocks on the door at night, be sure not to open it, and be sure to lock the door."

He looked a little serious, "I heard that the warlords have recently set their sights on our Jiangnan area. Several people who got the news in advance have already left."

The people just want to live a stable life.

But the north is chaotic, and everyone knows that this fire will come over sooner or later. It is just a matter of time.

Chushu of Song Dynasty was once from the north.

He fled to Yuzhen with his family, and it was only half a year since he settled down that he might move again.

Wandering and drifting, he didn't even have a real home. Song Chushu opened his mouth, but closed it.

He wanted to take her away, but after coming here for half a year, he also learned that the Lu family has been rooted here for generations, and the current head of the Lu family runs some small businesses in Jiangcheng.

The head of the family's sister, Miss Lu, inherited the skills of her ancestors and became a doctor stationed in Yuzhen.

The ancestor of the Lu family was an imperial doctor.

Her great-grandfather was a popular figure in front of the Holy Emperor, but he was worried about any trouble, so he retired and lived quietly in this small town in the south of the Yangtze River.

These are not secrets, you can find out with a little inquiry.

Miss Lu was loved by people in the town for her beauty, good medical skills, knowledge of books and etiquette.

But he suddenly felt that if he persuaded her, it might be possible to take her away.

After all, family fortune and life are more important, right?

He has been wandering around for so long, but he still has some connections. If he moves on a regular basis, he can also ensure her safety.

He hesitated, "I..."

"Ahem." Lu Jian seemed to shrink and coughed a few times.

"Is Miss Lu feeling well? She's exposed herself late at night these past few days, so don't catch the cold." His tone was concerned, but he was interrupted and couldn't continue, "I'm leaving first."

After sending Song Chushu away, Lu Jian shrugged and closed the door gently.

"He's gone." She said softly.

Knocking on the side doorframe with his knuckles, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "There are five minutes left."

After about a few seconds, no one responded to her.

She walked behind the medicine shelf, narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked at him condescendingly.

His face was stained with a light pink color, and he was leaning unconsciously on the medicine shelf, already unconscious.

The girl knelt down and stared at him for a few seconds with her chin propped up. Finally, she sighed and said quietly, "I am really Lu Dongbin."

She first stepped on his legs while he was unconscious, then grabbed a few patches of medicine and placed them by the stove, ready to be fried at noon.

[Miss Host, don’t you put him in the compartment inside? 】

The original owner had the habit of taking a nap, so he also placed a small wooden bed in the hospital for taking a nap at noon. Although it was a bit hard, it was still covered with bedding, which was better than the floor.

Lu Jian touched his face and sighed, "Of course I care about the hero too. Do you think I don't want to help him up? It's just that I'm just a weak young lady. How can I carry a big man?"

Ningqi: [……]

I won’t say who is the Barbie female King Kong in this world.

But Ning Qi also thought that the restrictions in this world might be a bit stronger, and he might not be able to perform well, so he didn't say much.

[Wait a minute, isn’t it wrong for the villain to care about the hero? 】Ning Qi scratched his head.

Aren’t they the more concerned they are, the more they want to kill them?

"You know that too?" She sneered.

[But doesn’t he have some relationship with you, the host? ] Ning Qi sat on Lu Jian's head, a little curious.

[I think Miss Host, what you got is really a heroine script. Is this the male favorite you kept in captivity? 】

[I’ll torture you if you want to, just think about it. If I’m not angry with you, I’ll coax you. ] Ning Qi bit the veil, [Don't be too nice. 】

Lu Jian almost spit out a mouthful of tea.

Treason!

What a treason!

Although she has done a lot of rebellious things, she wouldn't be so excited about such things, would she?

She hesitated and pondered for a while, "Say more, I like to hear it."

Ning Qi: [Male pet, plaything, forbidden love, speaking of host, do you think it would be better to use black room P, bondage P, or cosplay for this face? 】

Lu Jian: "?"

No, tell me, tell the truth, what did you read?

"You can't use it, right?"

[Okay, the host lady will be his lover for a while, isn’t that good? 】Ning Qi rubbed her hands.

Lu Jian rolled his eyes and raised his hands to cover his face.

"Send me the plot. Have you read it carefully?"

She had a dark look on her face.

"They are obviously lovers on the surface, but they are actually testing each other, okay?"

"The original owner's character is that of a gentle and reserved medical woman. She would not take the initiative to have sex with Pei Jiu, and even if she wanted to, she didn't."

Ning Qi is indeed a bit poorly presented, and I didn’t pay much attention to the plot.

[Why should you be a lover if you are gentle and reserved? To prevent plotting? 】

Lu Jian's lips curled up slightly, and he took out a piece of paper from the crack in the window, "Well, this, but it's pretty much what you said."

The paper unfolded.

——The lonely shadow hides the rain, I will get there quickly, and be careful in everything.

——X.

The Lu family are members of the royalist faction.