The domestic guard is a little sweet

The old man was accompanied by a ten-year-old boy, who was carrying a wooden medicine box, and looked like a tiger. After entering the door, the old cloth bowed in front of Zhao Jin.

"See Your Majesty."

Zhao Jin nodded: "The old man diagnosed and treated him carefully and used good medicine."

The old wolf bowed his head again and again, and sat on the stool next to the bed with the little boy, and stretched out his hand to take An Twelve's pulse carefully.

Fortunately, it is a man, not a woman in the inner house, so there is no need to hang silk to check the pulse, use a silk handkerchief to check the pulse and so on.

The old man has healed countless people, and he is old and mature. Seeing that the prince is only a patient on the bed in this room, he is probably taken seriously, so he took a more careful pulse diagnosis. After thinking for a while, his expression eased slightly, with a smile on his face, He bowed to Zhao Jin.

"Return to your lord, this young master. He is in good health, but he was exposed to the rain a few days ago and caught the wind and cold, which caused the cold to enter the body and cause a high fever. I will prescribe the medicine for one day and take it for three days. get well."

Zhao Jin nodded in satisfaction, and glanced at Hong Fei who was standing beside him.

I personally stuffed the dark twelve hands into myself.

Hong Fei took out an ingot of silver and put it on the table with a wink, looked at the old man and said with a smile: "This money is entitled to be used as a consultation fee, Hong Fei will take the old man down to prescribe prescriptions, brew medicine, and send it quickly .”

"Yes, my lord." Hong Fei lowered her head and walked out slowly with the old man. After closing the wooden door, the expression on her face changed slightly. The calm and gentle appearance of the past.

After a while, the medicine was ready, and Zhao Jin watched An Shier gulp down the bitter medicine soup.

He was in a good mood for no reason, and Zhao Jin attributed it to his joy at seeing other people's misfortunes without taking medicine.

After drinking the medicine here, Zhao Jin took out the ointment again, and carefully applied the ointment to the various wounds on the man's body. middle.It is relatively small, there is only a thin screen between the bathroom and the master bedroom.

Zhao Jin smiled innocently, put his hands behind his back and came to the bedside of Dark Twelve, and said caringly: "The inner garment is soaked with sweat, you should go take a bath immediately, and be careful not to wet the wound on your neck."

What he said was quite dignified and dignified, but Zhao Jin was leaning on the table, sipping tea comfortably with his head bowed, and he could see the translucent screen as soon as he raised his eyes, and he had no intention of avoiding suspicion at all.

"Yes." After all, An Twelve is a martial arts practitioner. He has used his internal strength several times, and his body has gained strength after exerting the power of the medicine. He got up and went to the outside room. Just as he was about to reach out to untie it, he glanced at the screen next to him, his ears were red, and quickly He tore off his clothes and walked into the barrel.

Against the backdrop of the candlelight, the tall and smooth figure, the vigorous and explosive muscles on his body, all of them have the beauty of strength.

However, people who practice martial arts are fast. Zhao Jin clicked his tongue regretfully, and decided not to bully honest children anymore. He ordered his servants to prepare some soft clothes for replacement, and ordered the back kitchen to serve some light and delicious side dishes.

After a while, An Twelve likes to come out of the bath, his body is slightly steamed, his long hair is wet first, and the water is draped behind his back, which is a little more lazy and casual than his former fortitude and fierceness.

In ancient times, both men and women had to renew their hair. Unless it was a national funeral, it was possible to cut their hair after a big funeral. Otherwise, they believed in parents who received their body, hair and skin.

"Why didn't you wipe your hair, the wind and cold are serious."

Seeing that his master hadn't left An Twelve, a faint joy flashed across his heart, and he hurriedly fetched the cloth towel in a hurry.

"Twelve, just wipe it."

With a smile in his eyes, Zhao Jin grabbed An Twelve who was at a loss, pressed him against the edge of the table, reached out to take the cloth towel in his hand, and awkwardly wiped the wet long black hair.

But instantly stiffened into a log, a little flattered.

"Master, you can't do it!"

"Don't move."

Zhao Jin let him freeze in place, panicked, and didn't talk to the other party. He wiped the water droplets on his hair little by little and said that his hair looked like a man. An Shier's hair was black and hard, which showed that he had a stubborn temper.

Without the sweet taste of modern spices, Dark Twelve exudes a natural saponin fragrance, which is fresh and natural.

For no reason, Zhao Jin stretched out his hand and pinched An Shier's ear, um, it was soft.

Zhao Jin hooked the corners of his mouth, people with soft ears have a good temper.

The good-tempered An Twelve, his whole body stiffened by his master's quarrel, his ears turned red when brushed, like boiled shrimp, which tended to spread downwards.

Zhao Jin worked hard for half a cup of tea, but no matter how good Xiaoqin was at playing, his hair was black and thick, and he couldn't wipe it off for a while. He sighed: "It would be great if there was a hair dryer."

What kind of place is Cuifeng?

Could it be that the chicken there is so delicious that the master misses it.

Dark Twelve: "Cuifeng Chicken? This subordinate is ignorant and ignorant. The master wants to eat chicken, so this subordinate will order the kitchen to make it."

Zhao Jin was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"Master?" An Twelve didn't know how he could make his master laugh.

Zhao Jin quickly covered his mouth, suppressed the smile in his chest, and cleared his throat.

"No, no need"

Just now, the two of them talked like chicken and duck, and Zhao Jin quickly ended the topic of hair dryers, which had a gap of nearly a thousand years.

He flicked his sore wrist and sat across from Dark Twelve, his voice was a little coquettish and smiling.

"It's sour, you rub it."

Dark Twelve can't be his own master, he wanted to eat chicken just now, why doesn't he want to eat it now?

But this is not what he cares about, he felt a little guilty when he heard the master's hand was sore, he hurriedly held Zhao Jin's slender and white wrist, and gently pressed on the acupuncture point.

"Tired master."

An Twelve's ears were on fire, he quickly mobilized his internal energy, and steamed his hair dry in an instant, with some emotions in his eyes, how could he make his master condescend.

After eating a bowl of rice with others, and after confirming that An Shier's fever has subsided, Shi Ran left.

Back at the main house, Zhao Jin didn't rest, but called Steward Liu to thoroughly investigate what happened today.

He was not sickly confused, he clearly remembered that he had ordered someone before going to bed to avoid the punishment of An Twelve, how could there be such a mistake?

But it was useless to spend half a cup of tea longer, Manager Liu came quickly and bowed to salute: "Go back to the lord, the girl Huang Ying is on duty today, she fell into the river and drowned with him when she was too big. He committed suicide because he knew he had messed up his job."

Zhao Jin frowned and narrowed his beautiful phoenix eyes: "Who is Huang Ying?"

"Returning to the prince, Huang Ying is the son of our family, his father is the steward of the stable and the horses, and his mother is above the back kitchen. They all signed a death contract."

Zhao Jin sighed. Although he was displeased with this matter, he felt very sad that a teenage girl lost her life because of this.