Prince, who shall we kill today?

The carriage rolled over the mud all the way from Chunze Town to Yecheng.

Sang Ruoxun opened the curtain from time to time and asked the people inside: "How are you?"

Han Che was holding a food box, looking like he had nothing to do, and seemed to be in high spirits: "I'm fine."

He urged again: "Hurry up, the food is going to be cold, don't let Master not be able to eat hot food."

"Okay." Sang Ruoxun put down the curtain, waved his horsewhip, and sent the man to the quack doctor's hall at a high speed.

When they arrived at the place, the two found Yuan Qionghua and waited for a while before another doctor replaced him to rest.Han Che was carrying the food box to find a place for Master to eat, and just as he took out the food, a figure flashed beside him.

Doctor Zhang took a deep breath of the aroma of the food, put his hand on Han Che's shoulder, looked at him kindly and said, "Your master has eaten it, give it to me!"

Yuan Qionghua said: "I have indeed eaten. Che'er, quickly take out all the food. Where are the chopsticks? Give them to Senior Zhang."

Han Che looked at his master and smiled slightly: "I made it myself."

And I was afraid that the food would be cold, so I hugged the food box all the way and covered it with my body temperature.

"Ah, I'm suddenly hungry again..." Yuan Qionghua turned to look at Doctor Zhang with an apologetic expression.

Doctor Zhang said: "Where do you eat alone—"

"I can eat."

"You've already eaten two bowls!"

"A piece of cake."

"Give me a few bites, don't look at it being made by the apprentice himself, it might be unpalatable! Let me tell you, children cook like this. It looks good, but it tastes disgusting."

"It's ok."

"Qinghua, you will have no friends like this!"

"unnecessary."

"you've changed!"

"is it?"

"..."

Doctor Zhang beat his chest and stamped his feet, and left bitterly.Yuan Qionghua ate a mouthful of the meal cooked by his apprentice very apprehensively, and it turned out—it wasn't bad.

So unexpected.

Han Che could tell what he was thinking by looking at his expression, so he said triumphantly, "I am born to be outstanding, I am ashamed."

Laundry, cooking, boiling water, mending clothes, bandaging wounds... He learned everything that ordinary people know, and he tried to do it well.It's nothing more than worrying about being kicked out of the house since childhood, and wanting to master some life skills. In the future, when I meet someone I like, I can take care of him well, not to be disgusted by others, and it is best to be able to be liked by others.

When he was a child, he really tried his best to be annoying, and he tried his best to be liked.

It is often repeated and offset each other, and it is considered to be more annoying.

Seeing Master's smiling face now makes me very happy.

In the morning, on a whim, he wanted to cook by himself, and when he was done, he sent a copy to Xue Man, and asked someone to emphasize that he did it.

What an affectation.

But... there is no way, he is such a person.

Yuan Qionghua abruptly ate all the things he sent, and she was so full that she didn't want to show it, so she asked her apprentice to find a place to rest, while she walked around to digest food.

Where Han Che could sit still, he disappeared in a blink of an eye.Originally, he just wanted to walk casually to pass the time, but he didn't expect to walk into a bamboo forest, where he saw several tombs.

The names on the tombstone were Yong Qichun, He Wanping, and Yong Zisu. It seemed that they were the family members of the old museum owner. Han Che hurriedly bowed, and then left quietly.

But before he walked out, he met the old owner.

Yong Shixi smiled and said, "Why did you come here? Didn't you tell you to find a place to rest?"

Han Che was very embarrassed: "I... I broke in by accident, sorry for the trouble."

"It's okay." The old doctor waved his hand, "Go first, I'll find you later."

"Yeah!" Han Che hurried away.

The young man walked away, and the old doctor went to his son's grave.He was silent for a moment, then sighed softly.

When he walked out of the bamboo forest, he covered up all his sorrows and put on a kind smiling face.

He went to find Han Che, and ordered someone to fetch pills for him to take.

Han Che squeezed the egg-sized pill and broke it into several pieces, and ate it in small bites. It felt sweet and soft, like a pastry.After eating, he commented: "This is delicious, is there any more?"

Then he yawned: "I'm suddenly sleepy...can you find a place for me to sleep..."

Then it fell to the side.

Yuan Qionghua caught him steadily, picked him up and left.

Sang Ruoxun was dumbfounded, followed quickly, and said anxiously, "What kind of medicine is this? It works so quickly! It can't be a drug, Mr. Yuan?"

"Nonsense." Yuan Qionghua said, "It's to soothe the nerves and help sleep."

"Is there any difference?"

"some."

So on the fifteenth day of this month, Han Che fell ill in a coma, and woke up again in a coma.

Choked.

He opened his eyes and saw a flame, someone pulled him up from the bed, patted his face lightly, and said urgently: "Wake up!"

"Ruoxun..." Before Han Che could react, he made the man recite it.The other party ran out of the flames with his back on his back, and hurriedly took him away.

There are flames everywhere, and figures of fighting and killing are everywhere.

Han Che lay on Sang Ruoxun's back, unable to speak out weakly, but his heart was full of turmoil. He wanted to ask what happened, and he wanted to ask where his master was.But the smoke was billowing, choking him to cough.Sang Ruoxun lowered her body and hurriedly walked among the fighting people.

Suddenly a sharp sword slashed in front of him, Sang Ruoxun trembled in fright, and quickly backed away, but accidentally stepped on something and fell down, Han Che followed him and fell to the ground.

Sang Ruoxun was frightened and quickly helped him up.He sprained his foot, and after lifting the person back up again, he was so painful that he couldn't move an inch, he just gritted his teeth and dragged the person out.

Han Che said: "Don't worry about me, you go quickly..."

Sang Ruoxun shouted angrily, "Shut up!"

The two fled with difficulty in the chaos, and Han Che wondered who was making trouble in the medical hall? !Is the bullying master sick tonight? !

He was so angry that he couldn't be bothered to escape, so he picked up a broken chair leg and was about to hit someone.

Sang Ruoxun said: "You can save yourself!"

Han Che supported his shoulders, panting, "I'm going to blow their heads off tonight!"

The more blood he had, the more capable he was. In addition, he was so angry that he swayed his weak body and knocked dozens of people unconscious with a table leg.

It's a pity that Xue Man came and took him away before he had enough time to enjoy himself.

Han Che shouted: "Put me down! I haven't hit fifty more yet!"

Xue Man said: "Let's go!"

Xue Man carried one on his back, hugged the other, and brought the two wounded patients back to Zhifeng Courtyard, and then came back to help Master. He was very busy all night.

Han Che used to lie down for several days when he was sick, but this time he woke up the next morning.

He was thinking about what happened the night before, and he was so angry that he couldn't lie down. As soon as he woke up, he wanted to take his horse and rush to the quack doctor's office to ask the matter clearly.But before I had time to go out, I saw the master came back.The man rushed in front of him in a hurry, picked him up and threw him on the bed, then wrapped him up with a thin quilt.

"I'm not running anymore." Han Che blinked and said seriously.

After Yuan Qionghua helped him get his pulse, he stuffed his hands back under the bed, and said softly, "It's okay."

It means that his illness this time is not as serious as before.

Han Che said: "I feel pretty good myself."

He described his situation from last night to the present in detail, Yuan Qionghua listened very carefully, and silently wrote it down in his heart, planning to go back and tell the old museum owner.

Han Che saw that Master's body was covered with blood, and asked him if he was injured.Yuan Qionghua shook his head, then changed his clothes and returned to his room.

Han Che asked about Sang Ruoxun's injuries again, and Yuan Qionghua told him that Sang Ruoxun's feet were fine and had already gone to the store early in the morning.

"What about the pretty guy?"

"He's fine. He just left and went back to the cartridge table. I'll see you later."

"No hurry." Han Che said, "I'm just a little worried about him."

He asked his master what happened, and his master said that two groups suddenly started fighting, and he didn't know who was who.Han Che thought that he still had to ask Sang Ruoxun about this matter, so he waited patiently for him at home.

Sang Ruoxun came back after the two of them had breakfast.Han Che called him to the bed and asked him to explain the matter to himself.

Sang Ruoxun said: "You don't need to worry about it, Lu Haoyan and the others will deal with it."

"Why can't I take care of it? I can't figure it out if it's like this?"

"Can't you take good care of your illness when you are so sick?!"

"I'm so sick that I want to take advantage of my life to do something within my power!"

Han Che sat up in a dying illness, and after shouting this sentence, he suddenly thought, Hey, isn't this what Xie Xuan said?

He realized it was a terrible thing.

That means, he's hooked.

He rushed straight onto Xie Xuanpu's road.

Bad, really bad.

He patted his head, feeling very headache.

Sang Ruoxun who was at the side was taken aback by his yelling, and stood by the bed blankly.His throat was sore, and it took him a long time to say: "I...I just don't want you to be in danger. I'm sorry..."

Han Che was immersed in endless boredom and didn't talk to him.

Sang Ruoxun looked at him cautiously, and said in a low voice, "I was wrong... I forgot who you are, I know what you want to do, I always knew, I was just worried about your body, I'm sorry... If you want to know, I will tell you all. The ones who clashed were the Sophora Blossom Sect and the Nanying Society—"

"Stop talking." Han Che raised his hand to stop him, "I don't want to know anymore, I want to rest, you should go and rest too."

He said and lay down again, his whole body wrapped in the quilt.

Sang Ruoxun was in a hurry, took a step closer, and said eagerly: "I'm sorry, I won't stop you, don't be angry! I'll tell you everything I know!"

"Don't, don't! Don't say anything!" Han Che muffled, "I just want to recuperate! Really! I don't want to take care of those things, let Lu Haoyan take care of it."

Sang Ruoxun was confused, completely unaware of what he was saying.He hesitated to speak, seeing that this person had already shrunk into the bed, he had no choice but to pat him lightly, and said, "Okay. You have a good rest. I'll make medicine for you."

He helped him tuck in the quilt at the end of his feet, and then stepped back lightly.