Disciple and grandson, stop, you have committed the following crimes

"No..." Before eating the words, A Que suddenly sniffed his nose, smelling sweet osmanthus, he immediately turned over, looked at the wine jar on the table, his eyes were full of clear surprise, "Today can Have you been drinking?"

Zhizhi smiled, "This is medicine... wine! Knowing that Uncle is afraid of suffering, Zhizhi put some sweet-scented osmanthus in it..."

A Que didn't know whether to be grateful or angry.

"After drinking the medicinal wine, Zhizhi prepared a medicinal bath for Uncle..."

"Medical bath?" Ah Que swallowed, "Well... You know, there is no need to do this, we are just penniless beggars, the cost is really too high..."

Zhizhi suddenly took out something from his body, "Uncle, did you forget? We have a secret token from the Taifu..."

A Que quickly touched his body, "Hey, when did you take it? Also, how do you know that the Taifu gave it?"

"Aren't uncles confused? Didn't uncles say all of this?"

A Que blinked, his mind was obviously blank.

"Then after I have breakfast, can I go out to play?"

"After soaking in the medicated bath, you can..."

"What kind of bath do you take in the morning..."

"Activate the essence and blood, organize the inner breath..."

A Que helplessly supported his forehead, "I know, can't you be a little cuter like other girls?"

Zhizhi blinked her eyes twice, the corner of her mouth curled up, and said "meow" at A Que, "Are you cute?"

A Que: "..."

But the tediousness is the tediousness, under the care of Zhizhi for the past few days, Ah Que is indeed recovering well, at least he can sleep peacefully at night, not only because of the effect of An Ning Xiang.

Anyway, the injury this time was probably calculated by Bai Youran, and taking his money is justified.

A Que took off his clothes, revealing his bare upper body, perfect muscle lines, and his skin looked white and radiant.

But the tight curves showed the strength of an adult man, especially the eight obvious and neat abdominal muscles. People who practice martial arts will inevitably have some large and small scars on their bodies.

What is particularly conspicuous is the three-inch-long scar on his chest, probably someone pierced his heart with a sword before.

Because of his special physique, it is more troublesome for him to take a medicated bath than others. He soaks in hot water and cold water alternately, and the medicinal materials used are different each time. Knowing that he needs to know his condition at any time, he can't leave. It's too far away, and they are busy with their own work across the barrier.

"I know, I want to ask you a question. Tell me, which one needs a bath, a beggar or an emperor?"

Zhizhi replied without thinking, "Of course he is a beggar!"

A Que smiled, "Wrong, beggars are not used to taking a bath, but the emperor is used to taking a bath! So, it is the emperor who needs to take a bath!"

"That's the emperor!"

"But the emperor is not dirty, the beggar is dirty, and the beggar needs to take a bath!"

"The beggar wash it!"

"Wrong again, as I said at the beginning, beggars are not used to taking a bath, and the emperor is not dirty. Therefore, neither of them need to take a bath!"

"Yes yes yes! None of them need a bath!"

"However, the beggar is dirty and needs to take a bath, and the emperor is used to taking a bath. Therefore, both of them also need to take a bath..."

The ladle in Zhizhi's hand fell to the ground with a "clang clang", but her tone of voice was not impatient: "Uncle, if you don't want to take a bath, just tell me, such a complicated issue, do you, a beggar, think a little bit?" Too much……"

"I don't know who told me this, even if I lost my memory, it's still so profound in retrospect..."