Xiang Huan has always been used to being a thug, and he took a step forward consciously, flexing his wrists and muscles, before he could show his fierce face, someone came quickly from the side, kicked that "Mr. Zhang" to the ground .
"Bold and evil slave! Who allowed you to commit murder in the mansion!"
The person who spoke was a young man in brocade clothes. He was about thirty years old, with a pair of red phoenix eyes, which made his facial features look too feminine.
There was no sign of his movement, and everyone present was a little confused to varying degrees.
"Mr. Zhang" was the most ignorant, lying on the ground, clutching his waist and staring at his master dumbfounded, "Young master, young master, didn't you say"
The young man in brocade clothes interrupted with a stern face: "I told you to take care of the flowers and plants, but you would act like a bully! It's just that you are given the authority to manage the East Hospital, so you dare to do such a murderous thing. At least I ran into it today." , I usually don¡¯t know how to be domineering!¡±
Xiang Huan listened beside him, raising his eyebrows high.
He had been sitting on the tree to watch the fun, and he could see the men and women in the garden at a glance, but this "son" was a dog-biting person the whole time, just watching from the sidelines.
Witnessing a face-changing scene, he lowered his star eyes with great interest, and quietly watched the other party perform hard.
Mr. Zhang was so wronged that he couldn't speak, he shivered under the steps and shivered with the flower farmer, complementing each other.
The young man in brocade clothes seemed to be resentful, "It was in vain for me to trust you so much, you really disappointed me Go down and receive the punishment, think about it for half a month, when will you understand what 'being kind to others' is, and when will you come see me again."
Although Mr. Steward was at a loss, he could only respond cooperatively and scrambled away.
Young Master Jinyi watched the people go away, very satisfied with his performance, turned his head full of righteousness to see the reaction of the audience.
Only then did I realize that the beauty was busy diagnosing the pulse of the tuberculosis ghost, so she didn't bother to raise her head.
He touched the tip of his nose, but he was not discouraged, and bowed politely, "You surprised the girl."
Wan Yao reacted and hurriedly got up to return the gift.
"It's okay, I just overstepped."
"It's also because I have no way to discipline and make the evil servants do anything wrong."
The two of them were polite in their own way, while Xiang Huan was holding his arms beside him, watching the two of them pay homage with a blank expression.
The flower farmer at his feet was still humming intermittently, maybe he felt that the pleasantries here were too unpleasant, the young man in brocade clothes came back to his senses, and stepped back pretending to be worried, looking at the dying servant, his eyes were full of sadness .
"It's such a serious injuryit's really pitiful." He sighed to himself, and then said to Wan Yao without a trace, "I see that the girl has some medical skills, I wonder if I can diagnose and treat him?"
She hesitated for a moment when she heard the words, but still felt that it was her duty to do so, so she agreed.
The flower farmer who inexplicably recovered his life was placed in a clean and bright wing room, Wan Yao did some simple treatment, and prescribed a prescription to stay.
"He has fluid in his kidneys and is dying. I can't guarantee that he will be cured, but I will do my best."
When she came out of the room, a maid had already gone in to take care of her. Wan Yao suggested to the man, "Master, you can go to the city to find a better doctor."
"The girl is too modestSince Sister She invites you into the house, she can trust your medical skills, so why refuse."
Seeing that she was about to speak, the young man in brocade clothes began to introduce himself, "My surname is Peng, you can call me Yongming." He smiled like a dog, and his tone was quite modest, "I am the prefect of this place, I just saw you People are reckless, and they are in a hurry, so I hope you will forgive me for being rude."
Wan Yao nodded lukewarmly, and praised: "The prefect is very young."
Peng Yongming smiled shyly, "I have little talent and little learning, I am ashamed to be ashamed, let the girl say this, I am even more frightened."
Xiang Huan was listening to the boy glibly talking to Wanyao, treating himself like a tree stump on the side of the road from the beginning to the end, and finally couldn't help coughing lightly.
The other party probably only discovered this bright candlestick, and asked stingily, "I wonder if this brother is"
Before Wanyao had time to explain, Peng Yongming suddenly realized that he was clever, "So it's Brother Wan."
The latter snorted coldly with a half-smile, and said in a low voice, "My surname is Xiang."
"Oh." He didn't care much, "Brother Xiang."
When it was over, he looked at Wanyao again, "The chef has already prepared the meal, why don't you leave after finishing the meal?"
It wasn't until the man walked away that Xiang Huan gritted his teeth suspiciously, "Does he really think I'm dead?"
Hearing this, Wan Yao couldn't help but take a look at him,?Brother Yuwen, how are they doing now? "
Wan Yao couldn't bear to listen anymore.
This talk was so true that Xiang Huan felt that he would believe it himself.
And Peng Yongming, who didn't know the truth over there, sighed for a while, and said earnestly in the tone of someone who had experienced it: "So, little brother Xiang."
"One can't be mediocre for a lifetime. When the country is in crisis, you have to do something Don't you want to go out with the army and do something big?"
He added meaningfully: "If you have that willingness to join the army, I can recommend it for you."
Knowing that this person tried every means to paint big cakes in order to drive himself away from Wanyao.
Xiang Huan looked at him coldly, then raised the corners of his lips lightly, "Okay."
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? On winter nights, although the south is slightly warmer than the north, it is still cold and gloomy when the draft blows.
The boy was wearing only unlined clothes and sat on the ground sideways against the door frame, throwing a piece of rosin used for medicine up and down in his hand. And under a single lamp in the room, Wan Yao was busy mixing tomorrow's ointment.
Xiang Huan played by himself for a while, but in the end he still turned his eyes to look at the girl inside, his lips were drawn into a straight line, and finally he couldn't help but speak.
"Eh."
He whispered, "You don't really like that prefect who talks too much, do you?"
Wan Yao raised her eyes and looked at him shallowly, without stopping.
"How can it be."
She knocked a few pieces of bezoar open with a small copper hammer, "The pains on that flower farmer's body are all old injuries. If he really cares, why wait until now?"
While stirring the medicine paste in the bowl, Wan Yao said, "I see that the Peng family treats their servants, especially prisoners of war, very harshly. Even if there is a difference in status, this level is no different from abuse. Wait until it is cured. Miss Peng's family, let's not get involved with these peoplegive me the rosin."
Xiang Huan threw it over, with a relaxed smile on his face, and put his arms lazily on his knees.
"I knew you wouldn't like him."
Wan Yao raised her eyebrows puzzled.
The latter was still leaning against the door, with a casual tone, "Peng is worse than me."
"You might as well like me if you like him." (Remember the URL of this website: www.hlnovel.com