The leader is crazy again [Through the book]

"Huh? Tao Ran, Tao Ran, come here quickly."

"Young Master, what's the matter?" Although the voice of the visitor was full of complaints, after brushing off the surface, he was full of concern, and he walked very fast, "Master, I haven't finished drying the books you ordered. Woolen cloth."

"There's someone here, move in first." The young man in brocade robe by the door beckoned, then frowned slightly and urged, "Hurry up."

"Ah?" The person dressed as a book boy looked at the back door of the yard and didn't know when it had been opened. There was a seven or eight-year-old child in white lying on the feet of his young master. His mind froze for a moment and he immediately hugged him. When he came back, he put it under the eaves of the door, and the boy immediately closed the door and locked it.

In fact, the book boy was not much taller than the boy, and after closing the door, he leaned against the child he was carrying back and gasped for breath.

The boy squatted over, and for a moment they neither looked at the rescued child, nor moved themselves.

After about a hundred counts, there were indeed light footsteps by the door. If they were not all vigilantly sticking to the wall at this moment, they would not have noticed it at all.

Then I heard a male voice with an unfamiliar accent ask, "Whose house does this belong to?"

Even though he had been calm since he was a child, at this moment the boy's mood was still unavoidably tense, and he even felt that his chest was starting to hurt badly.

The person who answered the conversation should be a local, or who has stayed here enough time: "This is a reward from the emperor when he appointed the young master of the Mo family as an official, but the young master is only so old, and this house has been empty since it was repaired." of."

"No one happens to be convenient to hide in."

"It's not like you don't know how many injuries the child has suffered. Even if he was capable at first, he still can't climb such a high courtyard wall now. Let's hurry forward and don't let the child run away."

"Walk."

Until the footsteps finally faded away, the boy waited for a long time with a pale face, finally moved his stiff neck, and crawled over to look at the child.

Originally, it was because the child kept flipping over, and later he was afraid of causing trouble. Before the young man had time to take a look at the child's appearance, he was a little curious at the moment.

Glancing sideways at the bookboy, the young man secretly sighed that he picked up a treasure just by picking it up casually.

The child's hair had been disheveled, but it was still black and translucent, hanging softly on his snow-white cheeks.

At this moment, he closed his eyes and struggled, but he carried a kind of forbearance and nobility that cannot be played.

Seeing that his young master had almost forgotten his business and just stared at him, the book boy had no choice but to raise his voice: "Master, I was close just now, and this child smells faintly of blood, I'm afraid it was covered by something."

That's why the boy picked up the panic. Looking at it like that, he probably wanted to check it directly, but after thinking about the two people who had left, he gritted his teeth and said, "Help them into the room first."

"Hey."

Then the boy and the book boy hugged the child by both ends, and hurried towards the house.

The young man couldn't care less about the books that were strewn all over the courtyard, and as soon as he put him on the bed, he said, "Tao Ran, go and close the door."

The book boy responded, locked the doors and windows, thought for a while, and lit a sandalwood with a strong smell in the room.

The boy then went to take off the clothes on the child.

But the moment he opened his collar, a strong blood rush rushed towards his face, even suppressing the extremely uncomfortable incense.

Although the book boy found medicinal materials and gauze at this time, he didn't seem to know what to do.

Seeing that the book boy was unreliable, the young man turned ruthless, and simply stripped off the child's upper body, but even though he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but his eyes darkened.

"Master, how about I go back to the mansion and call the doctor?"

"Go quickly." The boy watched his book boy run out the door after finishing speaking, but he also knew that it would be too late to wait for the doctor.

So he didn't know what to say, and then Huo Di continued to take off the child's clothes.

This time, he untied the belt and took off the whole clothes directly.

Then the coat, which was spotless and intact, was casually thrown aside by him.

Then take off the coat inside, which is already horribly red due to too much blood flow.

Spread it out and look, and finally found a breach in a pile of blood and stains, probably in the waist and abdomen.

This time it was easy to take off, the boy simply tore off the middle and inner clothes that were in the way.

Only then did I cut a small piece with the scissors I prepared, and began to wipe the child's waist and abdomen.

Although it made the child break out in a cold sweat, at least it was confirmed where the injury on the child was.

Knowing where the injury was, the boy simply poured all the medicine in the bottle up. He felt that one bottle was not enough and added another bottle. Then he took the thick pile of cloth he had folded and pressed it hard.

When the young man looked at the child again, the thin layer of blood on his lips had faded away. If it wasn't for his weak breathing, people would think that he was already dead.

Maybe it was stimulated by the medicine used by the young man, or he used too much force and the child felt severe pain. His slender eyelashes trembled and finally half-opened his eyes.

The boy asked pleasantly: "You're awake, hurry up, do you know how to save yourself, tell me quickly." After asking this way, he felt that he was really in a hurry to go to the doctor, and he didn't even know what to do. How could a child younger than him know, so he said, "Hold on, I'll send someone to find a doctor, and everything will be fine when the doctor comes, don't be afraid."

At this moment, the child only felt that there was a vague figure in front of him, who seemed to be talking non-stop. He couldn't hear it, but he could feel the anxiety of that person.

The child smiled lightly, as if he had no more regrets, gradually unable to resist the tiredness and became silent again.

The young man was so frightened that he almost jumped up, but his hands were still firmly pressed in the original place, and after a while, he said fiercely: "Young master is so embarrassed, if you really survive, you will be a bull for the rest of your life." Let's pay off the debt."

No one answered.

In the bloody room, only whispers started spreading faster and faster.

Breathing heavily.

And the place just separated by a wall is full of lush greenery, pages of books are turned, and the sun is lingering.

The line of sight suddenly turned upside down, and it was a different place when I recovered.

Holding a pretendingly unrestrained folding fan in his hand, the boy tapped the forehead of the child who got off the bed, and then laughed jokingly: "Good luck, you will follow me from now on."

"Who are you?" the child said, his voice so hoarse that he was startled.

The young man stood up and poured a glass of water to feed him, before saying: "This is Mo Mansion, I am your master, why don't you call me Young Master?"

The child asked back clearly puzzled: "Master?"

But the young man didn't seem to notice at all: "Good boy, can you call me Mo good boy from now on?"

"I have a name." The child felt that the savior the old man had chosen for him seemed a bit strange, to be precise...not very good.

"Which one of the people who came into my house didn't have a name, well, what's your name?"

"Wen Qionghua."

"Yeah, not bad, it's a perfect match for you." Then he changed his mind and stopped thinking about this question, "If you want to keep this name, how about calling me brother again?"

The child felt that even if he cultivated his energy since he was a child, his self-cultivation is not enough now, if it wasn't for the weakness in his body, he would definitely leave immediately.

"Isn't even a call to my brother enough for the grace of saving my life?"

So Wen Qionghua had no choice but to be sour on herself, and yelled loudly, brother.

"Well, my brother will protect you from now on." The young man couldn't help but reluctantly finished this sentence, and then looked at the child's angry and ashamed look, he managed to restrain himself.

The young man was really pleasantly surprised, this child's temperament is so simple, he originally just wanted to tease him.

Then, as if he thought of something, the young man got up suddenly, walked to the desk, dipped a pen in the ink, and began to write.

With bright eyes, the child realized that he was sleeping in a study room with an extra bed.

After a while, the boy came back again, held a piece of paper in his hand like offering a treasure, and called him, "Little Qiongqiong."

The child couldn't stand him calling people such nonsense, so he had to say: "I already have words, Lingyi."

The young man was not surprised that his writing was out of order at this age, and he just said with disgust: "Madam's curly hair, the golden strands are extended, she is graceful and virtuous, Yuxiu Lanfang, good or bad, sissy .”

Seeing that the child was about to lose his temper, he stopped talking and tried to shout: "Lingyi," and then realized that it was easy to say, and said, "Lingyi, I wrote a poem for you. , want to hear it or not."

Wen Qionghua didn't even bother to look at him.

The young man didn't care about his attitude either: "You are young and you still have injuries on your body. I don't have the same knowledge as you. I am the young minister of Dali Temple appointed by the Holy Majesty. It is your loss if you don't listen."

Even though Wen Qionghua was not interested in Fanchen, she was shocked by these words.

The young man felt quite ambitious: "That's right, I was the one who handled the treasury case a few years ago, as well as the scheming that Mr. Ma's family tried to hide, and I don't know how many things I can't count. Why? So, do you think your young master is very powerful?"

Wen Qionghua reluctantly cast aside her strong dislike and looked at him squarely, only to realize that although the young man hadn't fully opened his eyebrows, his eyebrows and eyes were already luxurious and unrestrained. For such a person, it is fortunate that he has the protection of this mansion, otherwise...

Wen Qionghua felt that she didn't want to think about the result anymore.

"So?" The young man asked him again with a consonant tone.

"So what?"

"Poetry, do you want to listen to it?" The young master had an expression on his face that if he didn't listen to it, he would throw you away.

Wen Qionghua felt powerless for no reason. Facing this person, the etiquette he had learned seemed to be of no use at all, so he nodded.

The young master then patted his head in relief, and watched him read aloud with a smile: "There is no beauty in the past, and a beautiful woman is beautiful. Hibiscus is not as good as beauty makeup, and the fragrance of pearls and emeralds comes from the water palace." Then the paper in his hand lightly It fell on Wen Qionghua's quilt.

Wen Qionghua finished reading the paper in a few glances, and the veins on his forehead popped out.

However, the young man continued on without hesitation, but took a few steps back: "The expression is thick and gentle, and the texture is delicate and well-proportioned. It is as pretty as a peach in spring, and as clear as a chrysanthemum in autumn." The more he thought about it, the harder he laughed , "The eyebrows are delicate and the corners of the eyes are delicate, and the voice and smile are gentle. Invite people to wear makeup and powder, and don't wear clothes. Bing muscle is naturally thin, so it's even more beautiful."

Wen Qionghua stared until his eyes were tired, and he didn't even have a place to knock.

"How about it?"

"Oh," Wen Qionghua was so angry that he couldn't get angry now, and he was able to give a definite answer, "Although you are insulting to gentlemen, you really can't be more suitable for you, young master."

The young master ignored the anger in his tone, and first said: "I am far worse than Ling Yi," and then went out with a big laugh, not forgetting to call back, "Ling Yi, take a break, some other day Master will come to see you again."

After he left, the more Wen Qionghua looked at it, the more he felt that the piece of paper was an eyesore, and he thought about ruining it a few times. I have copied many of your posts, but I have never seen this kind of characters.

Unexpectedly, some can't do it.

In the end, he simply put the quilt over his head and ignored it.

However, it seemed that the cicadas in the yard were singing loudly, and the quilt was thrown back in a few moments.

The pupils of the person who was raped were so annoyed that he couldn't help but think that he must have lost his mind when he was about to die, and he actually felt that this person was gentle.

Simply ridiculous.