Lone Grass Gap

Did he go to heaven?

Fan Hua stepped on the snow-white and soft clouds under his feet, watched the warm light soothe his cold body for a long time, and stepped forward in a daze.

The sudden pain from his left foot made him hesitate slightly. He lowered his head and looked at his left foot which had been injured before jumping off the cliff in doubt. Didn't it mean that if you die, you won't feel pain?

Looking around, there was no one there.

Why didn't he see his grandparents, brother Zhuzi and Lianyi when he arrived in heaven?

"Doctor, is he seriously injured?"

"Go back to the prince, Mr. Fan's left foot is broken, I want to fix the bone for him, he may struggle during this period, please hold the young master down, don't let him move around."

"Is there any way to make him suffer less?"

"Go back to the lord, and give the young master this dose of medicine, which can temporarily anesthetize the young master."

"Bring it."

He listened suspiciously to the sound that seemed to be coming from all directions, and after the sound died away, he suddenly rose up in the air.

Something seemed to slip into his throat, and he struggled a bit, but to no avail.

Soon, he became dizzy, and the surrounding clouds seemed to be twirling around.

How come you still get dizzy in heaven?

Forget it, let it be whatever you want.

With this in mind, Fan Hua simply closed his eyes.

This closing of eyes lasted almost another whole day. When I woke up, the outside of the house was already dark.

Struggling to stand up, Fan Hua realized that his left foot had been covered with a thick cast when he was about to move his legs.

Look around again, an ordinary house, except for the simple daily furnishings, there is nothing else.

Of course, no matter how ordinary a house is, it is not ordinary at all because of the existence of someone.

Hearing the sound of people getting up behind him, Yue Qing put down the book in his hand and called out: "Qing Ming."

As soon as the voice fell, a servant came in with a tray containing meals, and after placing it on the table, he withdrew.

Picking up the food and walking up to Fan Hua, Yue Qing sat by the bed, picked up a bowl of soup, scooped up a spoonful and blew it, then put it to Fan Hua's mouth.

Fan Hua looked at him without moving.

With dark eyes, Yue Qing put down the bowl, rested his left hand on the corner of the bed, and looked at Fan Hua steadily.

The two stared at each other silently for a long time before Fan Hua sighed and said, "General, why is this?"

Seeing Yue Qing's unresponsive expression, Fan Hua turned his body sideways, his chin resting on his knees, his eyes unfocusedly scanning the interlaced and complicated patterns on the quilt.

"Since I am a person who is about to leave, why does the general still do this?"

"Is it because I still have value to use? Or did the meaning of my previous existence not satisfy the general?"

"I'm tired, I don't want to live for anyone anymore, what should go will always go, what should come will always come, as early as a few months ago, I should have left."

While talking, a voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "My lord, it's getting late."

Fan Hua was stunned, and when he looked at Yue Qing again, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

It turned out that the voice heard in the dream was not fake, it turned out that the "Wang Ye" was calling the person in front of him.

Supporting the bed with both hands, Fan Hua slowly lay down again.Just halfway down, the man picked him up.

"General" blurted out, and it took Fan Hua a while to react, and changed his words: "My lord, I'm sorry, I'm tired." After finishing speaking, he wanted to lie down again.

Yue Qing's right hand tightly hugged Fanhua, "Eat before going to bed, you haven't eaten all day and night."

"I'm a commoner, so I don't want the prince to be so concerned!" Fan Hua said coldly.

However, Yue Qing directly ignored his cold expression, picked up the bowl again, and said, "Today you have to eat if you eat, or you have to eat if you don't eat!"

"Yue Qing!" Fan Hua struggled violently, and the bowl full of soup in Yue Qing's hand flew upside down.

Looking coldly at the broken bowl, Yue Qing shouted, "Qing Ming, ask someone to cook another bowl of bone broth!"

Qing Ming said in embarrassment: "My lord, it's late at night, and the cook probably has also rested."

"Wake him up and go now!"

"Yes." Qing Ming took the order, shook his head and left.

After yelling, Yue Qing looked back at Fan Hua: "If you don't drink this soup tonight, the cook won't be able to sleep tonight!"

"You!" Fan Hua stared at him, only said one word "you" and did not continue.

Yue Qing also stared at him with wide eyes, and the two stared at each other for a long time until Qing Ming's voice sounded again.

With a flick of his sleeves, Yue Qing left the bed and came back with the freshly boiled bone broth.

After performing the same movements, Fan Hua looked at the spoon next to his mouth, gritted his teeth, and opened his mouth.

After feeding a bowl of soup in an eerie silence, Yue Qing picked up the rice again.

"I'll do it myself." Only then did Fan Hua realize that he hadn't suffered any injuries on his hands. Looking at Yue Qing's stiff face, Fan Hua secretly scolded him several times in his heart.

Yue Qing didn't continue to threaten, and directly moved the entire dining table to the bedside.

Originally, Fanhua wondered how he put all the dishes on the table, but he didn't understand until now.

On the dining table, there are various dishes in large and small bowls and dishes, almost crowding the entire table.

Fan Hua swallowed, and when he looked at Yue Qing, he was inexplicably guilty.

"Eat." Yue Qing said.

His mouth opened, and Fan Hua finally swallowed the words of refusal.

Forget it, better not to bother those who are not related.

Picking up the chopsticks, Fan Hua began to eat.

It's just that no matter how he eats, the dishes on the table still don't seem to have decreased at all.

After a while, Fan Hua, who finally couldn't eat anymore, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and looked at Yue Qing.

Yue Qing looked at the dishes on the table, and immediately frowned.

Seeing this, Fan Hua hurriedly said, "I'm full, and it suits my appetite. You don't need to ask someone to do it again."

"Are you full after eating so little?" Yue Qing frowned and looked at him.

Fan Hua looked at the other party speechlessly, didn't he see that he was struggling?

Suddenly a big hand stretched out and pressed directly on Fan Hua's stomach.

Fan Hua also frowned: "What are you doing?"

Seeing that Fan Hua really seemed to be full, Yue Qing moved his hand away, and then began to eat with Fan Hua's bowl and chopsticks.

"Hey, I've already used that bowl and chopsticks!" Fan Hua said anxiously.

Yue Qing glanced at him indifferently: "I don't mind."

"But..." In the middle of speaking, Fan Hua stopped again seeing Yue Qing's gobbling, and could only watch Yue Qing eat everything in a daze.

Forget it, do whatever you like, anyway, he can't control it.

Simply lying down, Fan Hua pulled the quilt over his head, and the world became clean again.

The sound of Qing Ming cleaning the house rang in his ears, and Fan Hua, who thought it was finally over, let out a sigh of relief.

Suddenly a man in a thin coat tore off his quilt and barged in carelessly.

Fan Hua's whole head was big, and he looked at the man with a natural face, he held back his anger and said: "My lord, I have medicine on my body, and it smells bad."

"I'm afraid that if you fall asleep, you will move and make your injury worse." Yue Qing said lightly.

Saying this, Fan Hua only felt that a thick leg suddenly appeared on his left foot. His sole stepped on the opponent's thick foot, and his thigh was close to the opponent's thigh.

Not to mention, it is indeed much more comfortable to lean on like this.

Saying that in his heart, Fan Hua gave up the dispute and directly regarded the people around him as a pillow.

Then, his left hand was held in his hand.

No need to ask, the rough calluses on the big palm told him that the person beside him was undoubtedly Yue Qing.

"Call me if you feel uncomfortable. If you turn over unconsciously, I will know." Yue Qing suddenly said.

That unpretentious, seemingly casual tone of voice was like a warm current in the bleak autumn night, directly blasting into Fan Hua's heart.

How could this person have such a gentle side?Fan Hua turned his head, and under the moonlight, Yue Qing's still rigid face was reflected in his eyes even though he was asleep.

Sighing, Fan Hua shook his head, drove those messy thoughts out, and went to sleep.After he fell asleep, the people around him suddenly opened their eyes and looked at him.

He stretched out his hand to stroke the messy hair on his forehead, got up carefully and looked at his left foot, and then the man lay down again.

Maybe it was because his stomach was finally satisfied after being hungry for a day and a night, and Fan Hua slept very peacefully this time.

Of course, there may also be a reason for someone's existence.

The night in late autumn was already chilly, and although the cold poison in his body did not erupt from time to time like before, it still tormented him.

However, it seemed that as long as Yue Qing was by his side, the cold poison would disappear without a trace like a little witch seeing a big witch.

Looking puzzledly at Yue Qing who was already reading the military book, Fan Hua curled his lips.

It was another eerily quiet breakfast, Yue Qing said "I'll go to the school grounds" and left.

What's ridiculous is that after Yue Qing finished speaking, Fan Hua subconsciously said "hmm".Maybe even Fanhua himself didn't notice this sound, but Qingming beside him made a smile in his eyes, but he didn't dare to show it.

Seeing the room finally not looking crowded, Fan Hua heaved a sigh of relief.

But soon, his face became worried again.

I don't know what happened to those two little girls... Although he can be sure that Lord Huajin will help him with this favor, but if they are unfamiliar with Fengshui, will they live smoothly and peacefully?

By the way, speaking of these two girls, Fan Hua remembered that he was not familiar with the people here at all.

Seeing a person standing at the door, who was serving Yue Qing yesterday, Fan Hua called him in.

"Master Fan, what's the matter?" Qing Ming asked.

Fan Hua scratched his head and said, "Can I ask what your name is?" He didn't hear clearly yesterday.

"Young master, my name is Qing Ming, and I am the prince's personal attendant."

"What about Qinghe and Qingzhuang?"

Qing Ming replied: "They are also the prince's attendants, but most of the time they go out with the prince, and I and Qing Ping stay in the mansion."

"Oh..." Fan Hua nodded knowingly.

After a long while, he asked again: "Then the prince went out to do business, so there is no one to take care of the mansion?"

Qing Ming said with a smile: "There is a housekeeper named Mo Lin in the mansion. He is the oldest person in the mansion. Usually when the prince is away, we will follow his orders."

"Is that so..."

While the two were talking, another person walked in.

After seeing the person coming, Qingming said respectfully, "Mr. Huaiji."

The visitor nodded, walked towards Fan Hua, and said, "Young Master Fan has finally woken up."

Looking at Qingming suspiciously, the latter immediately said understandingly: "This is the doctor in our mansion, Wen Huaiji, Mr. Huaiji is taking care of your son's foot injury these days when you are in a coma."

Hearing this, Fan Hua struggled to get up, wanting to salute Wen Huaiji.Wen Huaiji quickly supported him, and said, "My lord, you don't need to be too polite, these are what I should do."

Fan Hua smiled and said gratefully, "Thank you Doctor Wen for saving your life."

"Where is it?" Wen Huaiji hurriedly waved his hands, "I know that Mr. Fan is also a doctor with superb medical skills, and I thought that after you wake up, you will not be angry with my poor medical skills!"

"No, no..." Fan Hua also shook his head hastily.

"So, let me see how the young master's feet are doing first?" Wen Huaiji asked.

Van Hua nodded.

After some inspection, Wen Huaiji nodded with satisfaction, and said to Fan Hua: "It's not bad, it's already started to recover. In the next few days, you should try to supplement your nutrition, so that you can walk on the ground early."

"Yes, I know." Fan Hua nodded.

"Okay, it's okay, then I'll go first, son, take care of your wounds."

"Thank you, Doctor Wen." Fan Hua bowed slightly.

Wen Huaiji still looked shocked: "My lord, don't be too polite."

Watching Wen Huaiji leave, Fan Hua turned his attention back to his lap.

It should be a broken bone, alas, it will take some time to recuperate.

Leaning against the head of the bed, Fan Hua looked around, trying to find something to pass the time, but the only thing that caught his eye was a military book on the table.

Hmm, it seems to be the book that Yue Qing often reads?

Fan Hua moved a bit and felt okay, so he propped himself up and prepared to get out of bed.

Unexpectedly, he was frightened by a roar before he put his feet on the ground.

"what are you doing!"

What is deafening, Fan Hua experienced it personally, and was immediately startled and shivered, and the hands supporting his body suddenly loosened.He let out a low cry, and was about to fall off the bed, but someone rushed up and grabbed him.

Rubbing his ears, Fan Hua said to the visitor: "I just got out of bed and got a book."

Yue Qing frowned and stared at him: "If you want to read a book, won't someone get it for you?"

"Qing Ming is also a human being, so he needs to rest." Fan Hua looked at him with a frown. "Besides, I'm not at a point where I can't walk at all. The distance of these few steps is not troublesome."

"Master's injury is the servant's fault, Qing Ming!"

Qing Ming walked over with cold sweat on his face, and knelt down directly: "My lord, this subordinate has neglected his duty."

"Go to Mo Lin to get the board yourself, now!" Yue Qing roared.

After wiping the cold sweat off his forehead with his hand, Qing Ming replied directly: "Yes, my lord."

"Qing Ming, don't go." Fan Hua, who had been quietly watching Yue Qing get angry, suddenly shouted.

Pulling away the opponent's hand, Fan Hua frowned and said: "I said, do you have sadism, and you always want to torment people?"

Yue Qing stared at him as if he was going to swallow him up.

"Don't look at me, anyway, I'm here today, so don't even think about punishing these people!" Fan Hua looked up at him without fear.

Yue Qing's face was tense, and he, who was usually full of majesty, was even more hostile, staring at him angrily.

After a long while, Yue Qing shook his hand severely, and stepped out of the room.

The author has something to say:

Well, old demon, I’m going to give out candy. After all, it’s been so long since we Da Yueyue and our little Fanfan got together. I’m sorry for Da Yueyue if I don’t give out candy==

Today is Tanabata, I hope all lovers will get married~~

The old demon still spends my Singles’ Day well, buy a birthday cake for myself ==