The fragrance of medicine is alluring, the farm elder sister is cool and cool

"You're just a little boy, why should you be afraid of taking off some clothes? You caught a cold, and if I hadn't helped you take off your wet clothes, I'm afraid your fever would have gotten worse."

Wen Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he didn't realize that she was a woman. However, she was surprised that the man in fancy clothes didn't kill her while she was unconscious. He must have taken a fancy to her medical skills and wanted to continue to use her.

However, Wen Qingcheng didn't want to stay with this BT. Anyway, he couldn't see her, so she would leave when he was asleep at night.

"Hey, can you take out the needle you put in me?" The man in fancy clothes pointed.

"Let me see." Wen Qingcheng walked over, looked at his wound, and removed the needles. "These needles are to seal the acupuncture points all over your body to prevent you from losing too much blood. When they are removed, you will feel that your blood vessels are unblocked and you will feel refreshed."

The man in the gorgeous clothes felt carefully and really felt a lot more relaxed. Moreover, he could vaguely see light.

Wen Qingcheng took the silver needle, disinfected it and put it back in the space. She took out a set of dry clothes from the space, went behind a tattered curtain and took off all her clothes, took water from the space to wash her body, took a pill to treat the cold, and then changed into clean shoes and socks and came out.

Seeing that it was getting dark and she was hungry, she thought about the marinated chicken in the space and decided to take it out and roast it. Wen Qingcheng found a wooden stick on the ground, walked to the man in fancy clothes, picked up the dagger from his side, and was firmly grasped by the man in fancy clothes. "What are you doing?"

"I'm just cutting wood. I'm almost starving and I'm in no mood to plot against you."

The man in fancy clothes slowly loosened his hand. He was shocked to see Wen Qingcheng dressed in women's clothes. When he was taking off her clothes, he felt her skin was as smooth as the finest silk. It was impossible for an ordinary boy to have such smooth skin. In front of her, he felt the softness that he touched inadvertently. He was suspicious at the time and stopped helping her take off her clothes. Now he saw her in women's clothes in the dim light. Could she really be a woman? Then why did her voice sound like a boy's?

The man in fancy clothes was full of doubts and did not expose Wen Qingcheng. Wen Qingcheng took the dagger and pointed it at his face, slashed it a few times in the air, curled her lips, and used the dagger to sharpen a wooden stick.

After the sticks were sharpened, the marinated chicken was threaded on them. A wooden rack was set up over the fire, and the chicken was roasted on it, turning it over slowly.

The flames licked the chicken, and soon there was a sizzling sound, and the fat dripped and splashed into the fire, making a crackling sound. Gradually, the chicken turned golden and exuded a fragrance.

Wen Qingcheng took out the seasoning from the space and brushed it several times, and finally sprinkled the secret seasoning on it, making the aroma more intense.

Seeing that it was almost done, Wen Qingcheng took the roasted chicken off, tore off a chicken leg, put it under her nose and smelled it, "Hmm, that's the smell!" Then she put it in her mouth and chewed it carefully. Unfortunately, she was injured and couldn't add any spicy food. It would taste better if she brushed some chili on it.

After eating a few bites, she turned around and saw the Adam's apple of the man in fancy clothes sitting next to her rolled. Wen Qingcheng's mouth twitched suddenly, and she almost laughed out loud. If this man hadn't cared about his own face, he would have cried out of greed.

"Where did you get the chicken?" Although the man in fancy clothes was still cold, his tone was much better than before.

"You don't have to worry about this."

The man in fancy clothes twitched his eyelids. He really wanted to press this girl to the ground and give her a good rub. He squeezed out a muffled groan from his throat, reached into his bag, took out a cold and hard pancake from it, and chewed it expressionlessly.

Wen Qingcheng's mouth was full of oil, and he sighed with satisfaction from time to time. The rich fragrance seemed to have legs and drilled into his nose. He had eaten a lot of delicacies from land and sea since he was a child, but none of them were as delicious as the roast chicken in the girl's hand.

Although the man in fancy clothes was sitting there calmly eating a cake, his mind was always on the roast chicken. Seeing Wen Qingcheng eating meat with big mouthfuls of meat, he was so excited that his saliva was flowing.

"Oh, I can't eat it anymore. Just throw it away. It won't taste good tomorrow." Wen Qingcheng patted his round belly, stood up and muttered.

The man in fancy clothes was getting a little impatient. He had been chased and fled here. He hadn't eaten for a day. This damn girl would rather throw it away than let him. How could he, a man, ask a little girl for food!

"Why did you throw it away? How did your parents teach you to be so wasteful?"

“There’s nothing I can do if I can’t finish it.”

Man in fancy clothes: "......"

The cake in the man's hand was no longer fragrant, so he put it back into his bag and took a deep breath, "Give me the remaining meat. I won't eat it for nothing."

As he spoke, the man in fancy clothes took out a silver ingot from his waist and threw it over. With a "clang" sound, Wen Qingcheng's eyes lit up and she hurried to pick it up. She would not go against silver. For her, the more money, the better.

"Ten taels? You can only buy a chicken wing." Wen Qingcheng tore off a chicken wing and threw it to him.

The man in fancy clothes took it and said coldly: "Don't be too greedy!"

"Greedy? The things are mine. I can sell them or not. If you have money, you can buy them somewhere else."

The man in fancy clothes choked when he heard this. In this remote countryside, even if he had money, he couldn't spend it. He took Wen Qingcheng's chicken wing in his hand and took a bite. The skin was crispy, the meat was tender, and the saltiness was just right. He didn't expect that under such simple conditions, this little girl could bake such delicious food.

After finishing the chicken wings, he took out a silver note from his pocket and handed it to Wen Qingcheng, "This is one thousand taels, enough to buy that half chicken."

Wen Qingcheng's eyes lit up, and she hurried over to take the banknote and presented the chicken with both hands. "Sir, take your time eating. I'll get you some water."

The man in fancy clothes glanced at Wen Qingcheng and saw that she looked like a money-grubber. She was as happy as a fool for just one thousand and two taels of silver. It could be that she had never seen such a large amount of silver before.

Wen Qingcheng carefully put the banknotes into the space, took out the spiritual spring water, and went over with the bamboo cup, "Sir, come and have some water."

The man in fancy clothes must be really hungry. Although he kept his composure, the roast chicken smelled so good that he suddenly felt that one thousand taels was not expensive to buy half a roast chicken in this place.

After eating and drinking, the man in fancy clothes no longer looked so cold, and he no longer looked like he wanted to kill Wen Qingcheng.

"Where are you from?"

Wen Qingcheng sat by the fire and warmed herself, "I'm from Qinghe County, Tongji Prefecture."

"Then how did you end up in Dongping Prefecture?"

Wen Qingcheng's eyes widened. It turned out that she was washed out of Jiangling Mansion by the river. No wonder there were no rebels here. "I was going to Jingdu to find my brother. When I passed by Jiangling, I suddenly encountered the rebels slaughtering the city. I barely escaped death and jumped into the river. I was washed here by the river."

The man in the gorgeous clothes raised his head suddenly, his deep eyes reflecting dancing flames. "Massacre, the city!"

"Yes, those three days were a living hell. I heard that the people from the Jiangnan camp had arrived. They gathered their troops and headed north, intending to attack Kyoto directly."