[Qi Fu] Qi Chu said return

At that time, the Morse code was a hurdle for the little adjutant.It happened that the report card of the mid-year assessment fell into Zhang Qishan's hands, and it just so happened that the little adjutant did so poorly in the exam that time, but fortunately he was delayed until he forgot. I couldn't tell, so I could only hold my head and blame myself for being stupid.

Later, it was even worse, Master Zhang Dafo taught him personally, and typed when he couldn't learn well, but for the little adjutant, these codes all looked exactly the same.After a month, the little adjutant was able to make four or five mistakes from the beginning, and now he has made four or five mistakes.

So the butler found the little adjutant and said that the Lord Buddha had called him. The little adjutant shook the water from his hand, knowing that nothing good would happen.

Zhang Qishan sat behind the large desk and flipped through the answer sheets of the little adjutant, typing codes in his hands from time to time, thinking how difficult it would be to memorize, would it kill him?When Zhang Qishan learned Morse code back then, he moved the transmitter into his room and wanted to code everything he saw. After doing this, it didn’t take much effort. It can't be erased.

Why are you so stupid when you come to Xiaoshan?

It's not that he's stupid, it can only be said that the little thing doesn't have this ambition, and he remembers other things on weekdays, but he has a photographic memory.

When there were no outsiders at home, the little adjutant didn't need to knock on the door when he entered Zhang Qishan's study.The little adjutant pushed open the door, holding a plate of fruit in his hand.Seeing him coming, Zhang Qishan got up and went to close the door of the study room, not forgetting to scold him: "How do you clean up the business of serving tea and water?"

The little adjutant is used to it: "It was the butler who was going to bring it up, and it happened that my elder brother called me, so I brought it along."

What I didn't finish was, I just don't want the housekeeper to go up to the second floor!

Zhang Qishan didn't say anything else, he just nodded his head.Leaning against the door, he tapped a series of fingers on the handle seemingly without a trace, rattling:

--..-.-..-----./-..---.....-.--(lay down)

The little adjutant understood, and thought to himself, I was going to put it down, and lowered my head to put the fruit plate.As soon as he put it down, he didn't need to look at it deliberately. What was on the table was the answer sheet that had just been handed over to the military department an hour ago.

So soon, he was transferred by the elder brother?

The little adjutant looked at the answer sheet, it was okay, it wasn't too horrible, so he looked back and went to see Zhang Qishan miserable.

Zhang Qishan was not in a hurry, he leaned against the door, with a half-smile: "See?"

"Hmm..." Wasn't this intentionally placed here for him to see?

"How many are wrong?" Zhang Qishan said, walked to the desk, and inserted an apple.

"Hmm..." The little adjutant turned to look at Zhang Qishan, before he could reply, he was stuffed with a mouthful of an apple, which made him baffled, this...is he in a good mood?

If he could guess Zhang Qishan's mood, it would be hell, now Zhang Qishan can't wait to change his mind for the little adjutant.

"Tsk..." Zhang Qishan picked up the answer sheet and sighed, "Four, young master, can you even get CQ wrong?"

"..." CQ is the most basic communication password, and the little adjutant feels that his brain must be in pigeon soup, and it can be wrong.

"What is this?" Zhang Qishan said, put the answer sheet back on the table, pointed to an encrypted code, and tapped, "Level [-] encryption, the letter is wrong one digit behind - where did you go wrong for me?!"

The little adjutant followed Zhang Qishan's words and looked down. He made a mistake one digit backward, and he wrote the last letter as a forward error. The little adjutant himself felt that his face was dull, and said awkwardly: "I'm sorry..."

Hearing the sound, Zhang Qishan took out a bamboo ruler from the table, more than half a meter long and two fingers wide, and said, "You apologize, not because you know you were wrong..."

He said, looking at the little adjutant: "It's because you are afraid."

It is impossible not to be afraid of nature, even if he came here with sufficient mental preparation, the little adjutant still gasped in fear when he saw the ruler.In fact, he also knew that the answer sheets were all in the hands of the eldest brother, and he couldn't escape today, but for some reason, he still struggled to the death: "Brother, can you stop...just yesterday..."

"You still have the face to mention yesterday?" Zhang Qishan smiled instead of anger, and looked up at the little adjutant.

With just that one glance, even if the little adjutant was 1 unwilling, he would not dare to do it again.

The young adjutant was always afraid of Zhang Qishan's calm and prestige.It's not that I'm afraid, it's a kind of awe that comes from the bottom of my heart, and I don't need to show it on my face, as long as we know each other.

The little adjutant glanced at the ruler in Zhang Qishan's hand as if appointed, and he comforted himself in his heart, it's a good thing, it's just a bamboo ruler, if it annoys the eldest brother by being ignorant, it's not worth changing the cane.

Thinking of this, the little adjutant tidied up the things on the table, and took off his nightgown, so as not to get in the way for a while.After everything was settled, the little adjutant made up his mind, leaned over the table, propped his elbows on the table, and fell asleep with his eyebrows down, looking a little distressing.

Zhang Qishan also feels distressed, but not at this moment, he can't hold back his anger at this moment, his little thing is usually like a monkey, and he is stupid when he is doing business.Zhang Qishan approached the little adjutant with a ruler in his hand, waved the ruler in the air, the sound of breaking wind frightened the little adjutant, and he didn't dare to speak.

The ruler touched the answer sheet on the table, Zhang Qishan's voice was not high, but it was dignified enough: "Four mistakes, we will come one by one."

"..." The little adjutant's heart was cold to the bottom.

Zhang Qishan was not in a hurry, he even turned around and pulled a thin cloak from the hanger for the little adjutant to put on. The cloak is not long enough to cover his upper body without getting in the way.Zhang Qishan leaned down and covered the little adjutant with a cloak, and said softly: "It's autumn, you have to take care of me when you catch the cold."

"Brother..." The little adjutant was moved and almost cried.

"Don't cry," Zhang Qishan patted the little adjutant, "When you cry."

The little adjutant was about to be moved to tears, but heard the words and directly suppressed them back. After a while, the little adjutant thought to himself, it would be better to do it directly.

Looking at the pitiful look of the little adjutant who had everything written on his face, Zhang Qishan actually wanted to laugh.He used a ruler to mark a point on the answer sheet: "Take a pen and correct the mistakes."

"Yes." The little adjutant reached out for the pen, feeling a little troubled, it's easy to say that those who got into the pigeon soup made mistakes, but some, they really don't know how to correct it?

"Crack!" "Ah!"

Just as he was thinking about it, Zhang Qishan raised his hand and slapped it down, the little adjutant was caught off guard, and he yelled out at the first blow, it was really outrageous, the little adjutant let out a short cry, and quickly bit his lip, dying silently up.

After Zhang Qishan hit this one, he was not in a hurry to make a second blow, he didn't take the ruler away, and stopped on the little adjutant for a full three seconds.

After three seconds, rise again and fall again.

"Crack!" This fell quickly, the ruler fell down, and after about a second, it was lifted up immediately.

"Pa—" It was another long stroke, the ruler stuck to the wound for three seconds, and it was burning.

"Crack!" "Hmm..."

It was just four times, the little adjutant gasped in pain, he finally understood, he didn't dare to say it on the face, but rolled his eyes in his heart, thinking that the elder brother couldn't do it, all this has to be done according to the code?

Zhang Qishan raised the ruler, as if drawing a spacer, unhurriedly: "Write."

The little adjutant nodded, squinted his eyes in pain, and tremblingly wrote in the position of C on the answer sheet: -.-./

C he will, Q will not.

Zhang Qishan was quite satisfied and didn't say much, he raised his hand and hit again.Two long, one short, one long, the lengths are different, but the strength is the same, one set down, the little adjutant was drawn into tears.

"Write."

The little adjutant held a pen, feeling aggrieved, unable to take care of the pain, how could he remember the code.He took a pen, wrote a -, and then wrote a -, and couldn't remember the third.

"Crack!" Seeing that he didn't write for a long time, Zhang Qishan knew that he had forgotten again, so he raised his hand to make up.

"!!!" The little adjutant didn't expect this to happen again, the fall was so heavy that the little adjutant was caught off guard and leaned forward, almost breaking the tip of the pen.

After he finished writing "--.-" aggrieved, a single tear fell on the scroll paper without warning.

Like ink, it quickly smudged on the answer sheet, turning into a thin tear stain.

The little adjutant didn't expect that he would really cry, and he cried in front of his elder brother. He was terrified, and instinctively raised his head to look at Zhang Qishan, and quickly shook his head and waved his hands to explain: "I'm sorry, elder brother, I didn't mean it..."

It happened that when he raised his head, he saw Zhang Qishan's frowning, and the little adjutant was scared to death, fearing that the elder brother would think that he was not promising, or think that he was playing his temper, which would add fuel to the flames.

Zhang Qishan frowned, thinking about it a few times, it wouldn't make Xiaoshan so painful, he looked at the little adjutant's eyes that could shed tears in a second, and sighed: "Take off your pants."

"...Yes..." The little adjutant only thought that he broke the rules, and the elder brother wanted to punish him twice, so naturally he couldn't say anything. He lowered his head, sniffed and untied his trouser belt, and obediently leaned over and went back to lie down.

A layer of silk pajama pants can't provide any protection, but it can cover the mottled body.

Zhang Qishan looked at the unbelievably mottled wound behind the little adjutant, and frowned even tighter: "Didn't you take the medicine yesterday?"

"Yes," the little adjutant took some time off, and was also very slow. He had already shed tears at the moment, "I thought I didn't take a few shots yesterday, so I didn't take the medicine. Who would have thought that it would be even worse this morning?" .”

"Stupid stuff," Zhang Qishan was a little annoyed, and his tone became heavier, "I'll kill you to know how to apply the medicine, right?"

The little adjutant was already in pain, but being scolded by Zhang Qishan again, he was so wronged that he was about to cry again.He buried his head between his arms, but he didn't dare to shed tears, he just held back his tears, thinking that his elder brother hadn't noticed.

Zhang Qishan stood beside him and watched for a while, feeling angry and wanting to laugh, he threw the ruler into the sofa casually, went forward to get the answer sheet, dragged the little adjutant into the sofa: "Come here."

Almost in a daze, the little adjutant was placed on Zhang Qishan's lap. After he realized it, Zhang Qishan was already looking for some bottles and cans in the drawer beside the sofa. The little adjutant subconsciously thought that Zhang Qishan was going to give him medicine, and scared Can't do it: "Brother..."

"Don't be afraid," Zhang Qishan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he thought he wouldn't be afraid to beat you, he would act like a cat when he asked for medicine, he patted the little adjutant behind him, signaling the person in his hand to relax, "It's not medicine."

Hearing "it's not medicine", the little adjutant finally relaxed, God knows that taking medicine after a beating by Zhang Qishan could kill half of the person.

How can Zhang Qishan not know what the little thing is thinking here, he can delay taking medicine for a day, but he just doesn't want to suffer from the pain again, Zhang Qishan wanted to be angry at him for being worthless, but then blamed himself for being serious, so he went to the little adjutant's wound I smeared the "Guangshengxing" cream on it for a long time, but I didn't do it again.

The blamed skin tends to dry out, especially the ruler, a tool that can cause scorching heat to the skin and superficial tissues, is the easiest to damage the skin, but its advantage is that it is not easy to enter deep tissues and cause internal injuries.Zhang Qishan trained the junior adjutant, never using tools that could easily cause internal injuries, and he seldom even moved the horsewhip.So every time the blame is heavy, it looks very pitiful with skin and flesh bruised, but it is just a wound on the flesh, and it will be fine after a few days of care.

The military sticks of the Military Law Department are too harsh, and if you go down with a few sticks, the skin will not be hurt, but the inside will be all inside, so he is reluctant to part with it.

When the cream was first applied, the already dry skin was moisturized, and the little adjutant suddenly felt less tight.But soon, after the emollient ingredients penetrated into it, the burning feeling just now came back, with bursts of tingling pain.

"Brother..." The little adjutant lay on Zhang Qishan's lap and turned to look at him, "What's wrong?"

"Well, it's nothing——I'm afraid I'll hurt you." Zhang Qishan said, looking down, he happened to see that the little adjutant's eyes were clean without any impurities, and felt distressed again, thinking what happened to him, fighting and killing people He, Zhang Qishan, has never been soft-handed. He can't deal with this little thing in front of him with any substantial heavy hand.Zhang Qishan couldn't help but sighed, "Why can't you let me save myself?"

The little adjutant lowered his head: "I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry, these three words, you have said them tens of thousands of times, which one is useful?" Zhang Qishan counted, collected the jar from Guangshengxing, laid out the answer sheet and placed it in front of the little adjutant, and said calmly, "continue."

"Hey..." The little adjutant knew that he couldn't escape at this moment, and he didn't plan to escape. He even lay down on his stomach, bowed his waist and shoved his buttocks, and cooperated very well.

Zhang Qishan was quite satisfied, he took out the ruler that he threw casually just now from the sofa, the ruler was a bit long, and his posture was not so smooth, Zhang Qishan swung it from the air before falling on the little adjutant.After one set, the little thing in my arms would shake every time I pumped it. Fortunately, I had applied a lot of cream just now, otherwise with this strength, it would have turned white.

"Hmm..." The little adjutant couldn't take it anymore, he snorted, and felt that this was not good, so he quickly gritted his teeth and held back.

This group was particularly long, with a total of sixteen blows, hitting the same place again. The little adjutant was trembling with pain, and at least he had memorized the code. Before Zhang Qishan could speak, the little adjutant consciously and tremblingly, Written on the answer sheet.

This is a set of four-corner codes. Morse code can only correspond to English and numbers, and Chinese can only use numbers to send short codes, and then use plain codes to decode the code. If encryption is required, some people can choose their own codebook.

Zhang Qishan followed the four words "request for support" on the paper, tapped the little adjutant's back with a ruler, and said, "How many times do you have to make mistakes before you can remember this string of passwords that should have been printed in your mind?!"

"Remember, remember..."

Zhang Qishan took back the ruler, didn't bother to think about it, whether he remembered it or not, he will know when the business is done.He raised the ruler again, but felt that the ruler was too long, so he snapped it with his hands, and the little adjutant jumped with a bang.

The little adjutant was terrified. He thought that his elder brother was mad at him for making such a stupid mistake, so he hurriedly apologized desperately: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, elder brother, I really remember...!"

As soon as Zhang Qishan held the section of the ruler in his hand, when he looked up, he saw the little adjutant apologizing so tremblingly, which made him a little puzzled, but it was good to know that he was afraid, so that he would not get angry and hurt himself.So, Zhang Qishan didn't bother to explain, and tapped the test paper with the end of a ruler, and asked the little adjutant: "Level [-] encryption, where did you add it to me? Will you add it?"

"Yes, yes..." How dare you not?

"Crack!" Zhang Qishan raised his hand and hit again, "Then write it down, let me see if you know how to do it."

As he said that, Zhang Qishan fell down and down, and before the little adjutant finished writing a string of codes, he had already received about ten hits.The little adjutant was in great pain, and he moved slightly, but the pain could not be relieved at all, and the ruler was bitten even tighter.

"If you want to suffer a few more times, you can just procrastinate." Zhang Qishan said on his lips, but his hands didn't delay at all.

After the little adjutant finished writing, Zhang Qishan checked that it was correct. He had already typed for twenty times in a row. The little adjutant gasped in pain, looking at the last wrong question pitifully. He was wrong, as it should be.

Because he used a codebook that only he and Zhang Qishan understood, or in other words, it wasn't a codebook at all.

Zhang Jiazu training.

Zhang Qishan stopped his hands, looked at the encrypted code, and no longer criticized the little adjutant, and only confessed: "The codes for others to see in the future are not allowed to be encrypted like this—the examiner deserves your fault."

"Hey..." The little adjutant nodded, thinking that this is just for you to see.

"Does it hurt?" Damn it, it was rare for Zhang Qishan to ask such a question.

The little adjutant was also taken aback, subconsciously thinking about your hand, don't you know if it hurts or not?But then he was very moved again, just about to shout out the pain, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back: "No, it doesn't hurt."

"It's fine if it doesn't hurt." Zhang Qishan said, threw away the broken ruler, unhurriedly raised his sleeves, without any intention of letting go of the little adjutant, and said, "Then let's settle the score."

The little adjutant wanted to slap himself, biting his tongue to kill himself, so why pretend to be a gentleman!

Zhang Qishan looked down at the awkward look of the little adjutant, who wanted to beg for mercy but didn't dare to open his mouth, raised his hand according to the severely swollen place and slapped it, and it was a sloping slap from the bottom to the top, and it hurt so much right away The little adjutant snorted.

The conscience of heaven and earth, the little adjutant never thought that just a slap can be so painful.

Big brother's hands are simply made of iron.

Zhang Qishan knew that he was in pain and the force was mutual, so he would choose to slap the little adjutant enough to hurt him without hurting him.In this way, without saying a word, Zhang Qishan slapped about thirty or forty slaps, until the little adjutant couldn't bear to grab his trouser legs, and then he stopped for a while.

"Say it yourself," Zhang Qishan shook his hand slightly, and asked the little adjutant, "Why are you hitting you now?"

When Zhang Qishan said "now", the little adjutant naturally understood that it was a personal matter, the wrong questions on the paper should be answered, and there was nothing wrong with other training, the only mistake was...

"Yes," the little adjutant found a way for himself, "After studying for so long, I still make mistakes."

This was not the answer Zhang Qishan wanted, but the little thing was crying, very pitiful, Zhang Qishan put his hand on the little adjutant's waist, didn't hit him again, didn't rub him, just left it to dry.After receiving thirty or forty slaps in succession, finally had time, the pain spread quickly, so even if Zhang Qishan stopped and didn't slap again, the little adjutant was not at ease.

"Wronged?" Zhang Qishan asked.

"Don't dare..." The little adjutant shook his head, but he was still a child after all, because he was beaten repeatedly for the same thing, he naturally wouldn't blame his elder brother, but he would pass all the grievances in his heart on to that thing itself , he turned his head, and asked Zhang Qishan cautiously, "Can't I...not learn the code?"

"No," Zhang Qishan continued the words of the little adjutant almost without a break, "Morse code is currently the fastest, most convenient, and safest way of communication. Not to mention, if our troops are besieged on the battlefield, you If the wrong telegram is sent, the entire army will be finished with tens of thousands of mouths."

"But..." The little adjutant understands the truth, "Brother will send it."

"Can big brother be by your side all the time?" Zhang Qishan looked at the little adjutant until the little thing didn't dare to look at him directly, and then continued, "Besides, on the battlefield, big brother must take the lead and lead the troops to fight. Leaving the position and going to the rear to send a telegram, the army is still in chaos? And no one in the entire army has the qualifications to send that distress telegram for me except you. Tell me, can you not learn?"

The little adjutant stopped talking, shook his head as a response to Zhang Qishan's question, then lowered his head again, waiting for Zhang Qishan to continue to punish him.

Zhang Qishan was not in a hurry, instead he said casually: "If you think it's too hard, or if you feel that your elder brother is treating you too harshly, it's okay—you can just be an ordinary soldier, or even quit the military camp, and live in peace. I will be your young master—I will find another adjutant."

The words "find another adjutant" are like a heavy hammer to the little adjutant. The little adjutant trembled all over. Even when he was punished earlier and the pain was severe, he had never seen him trembling so violently. He was terrified. Now, when I looked back at Zhang Qishan, my eyes were full of tears, and I couldn't believe it: "Brother, you don't want me anymore?"

"I didn't want you," Zhang Qishan's face was still indistinguishable, "You said, why did you insist on carrying me into the barracks back then?"

"Protect elder brother." This is true. It is the first time I have heard that others entered the military camp either to defend their homes and the country, or to protect the army commander with some iron rice bowl salary.

Zhang Qishan knew it well, so he used this to ask him, "What about now?"

The little adjutant held back his tears and replied in a crying tone: "It has never changed."

The little adjutant knows everything about defending the family and the country, and the world, but his world is the big brother.

But his elder brother doesn't want him anymore.

"But you now..." Zhang Qishan looked at the little adjutant with those deep eyes, as if he could see through him, "You can't even protect yourself, so what can you do to protect me? Not to mention not asking for help, if The struggle situation is more severe than we imagined, or maybe I was arrested and I want to send you information under the enemy's nose, but you don't understand. Xiaoshan, how do you protect me?"

"I..." The little adjutant couldn't say anything else, feeling very uncomfortable, "I was wrong."

"Where is the mistake?" Zhang Qishan was not in a hurry, and waited for him to say.

The little adjutant sniffed, fearing that the elder brother would not want him, wishing to take a basket and pour out all his faults, he said: "I am lazy, I relied on the beatings I received a few times yesterday, and the elder brother went to the barracks for a meeting again. I didn’t read the codes, didn’t take any medicine, and just fell asleep... I also got up this morning to make up for yesterday’s homework, I was wrong..."

Seeing the little adjutant admitting his mistake so pitifully, Zhang Qishan thought to himself, doesn't big brother know what you have done.Having said that, there is no excuse for a child to be lazy, Zhang Qishan said in a calm and indistinct tone: "You admit your mistakes, how much you should be punished, you can decide for yourself."

"..." The little adjutant is most afraid of this kind of problem. If he talks too much, he will suffer, and if he doesn't talk to his elder brother, he will be unhappy. Normally, he would be smart and tell his elder brother to listen to him. But now, the elder brother has said that he wants to find another adjutant. How dare you shake this cleverness.He looked at the ruler thrown away by Zhang Qishan on the ground, thinking that his elder brother would not pick it up and beat him again. Just slapping him hurts a lot, but no matter how much you hit it, it won't hurt. No matter how painful it is, it will only last overnight. It will be fine tomorrow.

Thinking of this, the little adjutant was heartbroken, and began to be upright again: "Xiaoshan made a mistake, please teach me a lesson."

"Well," the little thing's attitude obviously listened to what Zhang Qishan said just now, Zhang Qishan was quite satisfied, and asked him, "How much?"

It's nothing more than letting the little adjutant decide the number himself, Zhang Qishan is afraid that the beating will be serious, the child will be hurt, or the child will be wronged, it's not good.

Who would have thought that the little thing would be so virtuous and upright that he would be desperate: "Eighty."

"Eighty?" Zhang Qishan almost laughed, "You don't want to die, I want my brother."

The little adjutant was not in the mood to laugh, not to mention the pain in his body, his heart was so uncomfortable that he was almost blocked, and he didn't dare to cry, and tears could drip onto the carpet in the blink of an eye.

"Okay," Zhang Qishan saw that the little thing was very pitiful, and stretched out his hand to let him breathe smoothly, "If you know your mistake, just correct it. I am punishing you, not ill-treating you. Being lazy is the worst thing you can do at this stage. What should be done—but it seems that you are in severe pain, forty strokes, small punishment and big punishment."

The little adjutant didn't expect that the elder brother would still feel sorry for him at this time, and his heart warmed up, and he nodded in response: "Hey, Xiao Shan knows his mistake."

"If..." Zhang Qishan said, he patted the little adjutant's waist lightly to make people feel ready, he said, "Next time if you commit the crime again, you will be hit [-]."

"There won't be a next time," the little adjutant bit his lip, as if swearing, "If there is a next time, I will ask for the family law myself!"

"Hey..." Zhang Qishan laughed, "Why do you always have trouble with yourself?"

"..."

"Be patient." After Zhang Qishan said, he didn't say much, he raised his hand and pointed at the wound for a set of pumping, ten times in a row on the same place, the little adjutant, who was upright a second ago, was so painful, he immediately gritted his teeth Humming and chirping.He can't be blamed for moaning, Zhang Qishan's hand is too heavy, each palm is first a white palm print, and then slowly turns red, before the pain spreads, the next palm falls on the same position again, overlapping several times. Next, the little adjutant felt the pain so much that it reached the base of his legs, and his legs were trembling.

After one set, Zhang Qishan stopped his hands symbolically, but before anyone could recover, another set of ten blows, still in the same position, forced the little adjutant to tears again.

"Brother..." The little adjutant couldn't take it anymore and called out brother.

Zhang Qishan didn't need to listen to know that the little thing was in great pain, he didn't speak, but raised his hand to switch sides.

Although it still hurts, the little adjutant squinted his eyes and thought thank God, and finally switched to the other side.

In the remaining two groups, Zhang Qishan didn't have any time for the little adjutant, and he was pumped in one place for twenty strokes in a row, almost at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his fingers were swollen as high as two fingers.

The little adjutant was in great pain, and he gritted his teeth again to keep from screaming. Now he was trembling, sweating all over his body in pain, his whole body was tense, and the stretched muscles on his arms were even more obvious.

Zhang Qishan lightly stroked the little adjutant's arm twice, and the little adjutant finally relaxed, but just as he relaxed, Zhang Qishan covered his back with a hand of medicinal wine.

"Ah-hmm!" The little adjutant was caught off guard, he groaned in pain, and avoided Zhang Qishan's hand slightly.

But he couldn't avoid it no matter what. After all, the medicinal wine was all rubbed on his wounds, not a single drop fell.

"What are you hiding from?" Zhang Qishan said, "You touched medicinal wine right after the beating, and I haven't complained that my hands hurt."

The little adjutant thinks about it too, he hurts like this, the elder brother's hand must also hurt, but when pouring the medicinal wine, the eldest brother's hand is the one that touches the most.Thinking of this, he felt guilty again, so during Zhang Qishan's not-so-gentle rubbing process, the little adjutant insisted on not saying a word.

It wasn't until Zhang Qishan tidied up his clothes that the little adjutant breathed a sigh of relief. He got up from Zhang Qishan, knelt down on the carpet again, looked up at Zhang Qishan, pitifully: "Brother, I'm sorry, there really is no more Next time, will you forgive me?"

"Yeah." Zhang Qishan also felt distressed, and stretched out his hand to cover the child's sweaty head, "Remember what you said."

"Yeah!" The little adjutant didn't know what Zhang Qishan was referring to, so whoever he was, just nodded in response before saying anything, remember everything, save trouble!He looked at Zhang Qishan as if he was not too angry, so he asked cautiously: "Don't want me, okay...?"

"Why would I not want you?!" Zhang Qishan was annoyed and funny, "What are you thinking about?!"

"Then big brother!" The little adjutant was also anxious, "Don't find another adjutant!"

Zhang Qishan was overjoyed when he heard the words, and held back for a long time, because he was holding back this sentence.Zhang Qishan asked the little thing: "Why? Isn't it good to be a young master? Go to school after school, and go to the second master's to listen to operas after school. I won't beat you because of these codes and training. Big brother won't." Is it not good to expect you to become a scholar, and only hope that you have good conduct and a safe life?"

Zhang Qishan really doesn't understand, isn't that bad?

"Not good!" The little adjutant replied decisively, "I want to follow Big Brother! Wherever Big Brother is, I will be there!"

Frankly speaking, Zhang Qishan's heart is warm at this moment, especially the serious look of the little adjutant, almost blowing his beard and staring, as if the child would not be happy if Zhang Qishan said one more word, he asked: "Even if you get beaten?"

"Yeah!" The little adjutant, who was still whimpering just now, became firm again, and he said, "If I do well, the elder brother won't hit me."

"..." Now Zhang Qishan was completely speechless, the little thing had just been whipped lightly by himself, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't help trembling on his legs. It made Zhang Qishan feel embarrassed.

Zhang Qishan smiled, and opened his hand towards the little adjutant, before he even had time to say "come", he was thrown onto the sofa by the little adjutant.

Seeing that Zhang Qishan wasn't angry anymore, the little adjutant rubbed against Zhang Qishan's arms, wiping his tears and nose all over Zhang Qishan's body.

"..." Zhang Qishan pulled him out of his arms, "How old are you?"

The little adjutant who was brought out ignored him, turned around and reached for Zhang Qishan's hand, and when he reached it, he turned to look in front of him.

Zhang Qishan was puzzled: "What are you looking at?"

The little adjutant wanted to see if the eldest brother's hand was hurt, but fortunately, nothing could be seen.

"See if big brother's hand is made of iron!" Seeing nothing, the little adjutant angrily shook off Zhang Qishan's hand and rubbed it back, "Big brother doesn't hurt me anymore, it hurts so hard!"

"Chi..." This time, Zhang Qishan did not lift the little adjutant out, but reached out to rub the little adjutant's head.

Like kneading a fur ball.