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When Zhang Xian woke up, he found that he was on a soft bed, not the dilapidated mountain temple in the mountain forest, but he still had an indescribable pain all over his body, especially the injury on his legs. At this time It's even more painful.
A ray of sunlight came directly from the window and shone on his face. Only then did he realize that the window was actually covered with glass. In these days in western Hunan, except for slightly larger cities like Changde, which have convenient water and land transportation, it is not uncommon for windows to be made of glass. In this mountainous area, even in the city of Chenzhou, this kind of glass Windows are also very rare, and most people use paper windows. A house that can use glass windows is naturally not an ordinary house.
Zhang Xian opened his eyes wide and looked at the things around him. It was like a dream. He was lying on a large bed of yellow pear wood that was full of carved patterns and very fine workmanship, and was surrounded by silk curtains. The curtain, his body was covered with a thick quilt, the quilt cover was also made of red silk embroidered satin, and the clusters of peonies already symbolized the wealth and splendor of the family. Near the door of the house, there are two charcoal braziers. These two charcoal braziers are different from those used by ordinary mountain people, but they are thick copper basins. The charcoal fire inside is still steaming. No wonder this room It doesn't feel cold at all. Next to the bed was a carved mahogany chair, coated only with tung oil and reflecting the light. His clothes were placed there. Seeing his clothes, he realized that he was not sleeping with his clothes on. He quickly opened the quilt and took a look, and then he felt relieved. He was wearing a shirt and had not been stripped naked. It was just that the injury on his leg had already been done. He was bandaged and still wearing big pants. It's no wonder that he sleeps so soundly on this bed.
But at this time, he was no longer sleepy. Although the injury on his leg was still hurting, he still forced himself to sit up and took the clothes on the Taishi chair next to him. Unexpectedly, when he turned to one side, he didn't grasp the clothes properly. He got it, but the mahogany Taishi chair also fell over.
He must have heard the movement in the room. The door opened with a creak, and a short and thin young man wearing a student uniform walked in. He looked at Zhang Xian on the bed and said with a smile: "you're awake?"
When he saw the appearance of this man clearly, Zhang Xian couldn't help but be stunned. He also recognized this young man. He was the third young master of the Peng family, Peng Changan, whom he had seen in Jingke Village.
"Iwhere are you?" Zhang Xian was extremely surprised.
"Haha, this is Pengjiabao!" Peng Changan told him.
"Pengjiabao?" Zhang Xian was even more confused. He couldn't react: "Ihow did I get here?"
"Oh, that's it!" Peng Chang'an was very frank and said truthfully: "You are called Yu Deshui, right? It was your company commander who put you in our Peng Family Fort!"
"Company commander?" Zhang Xian was stunned again and asked quickly: "So, where have they gone?"
"They have an important mission and are going to the deaf world!"
"Deaf world?" Zhang Xian became even more confused. He vaguely remembered hearing the old goat mention that it was the highest place in the area. "What are they doing there?"
"I don't know about this!" Peng Changan smiled and said: "When you passed by Pengjiapu, they left you behind. You were injured and still unconscious, and they couldn't carry you away. , so I volunteered to keep you in our home, haha, now you sleep on my bed!"
"I'm so sorry!" Zhang Xian said politely, put on his clothes, and got out of bed. His shoes were placed on the couch next to the bed, but when he just raised his legs, he touched them. At the wound, he couldn't help but let out another ouch.
"Slow down!" Peng Changan quickly came over to support him, and at the same time said with concern: "You'd better lie down, don't get out of bed!"
"It's okay!" Zhang Xian smiled and already had a good impression of the third young master of the Peng family. He said at the same time: "I'm okay. This is a flesh wound. The bullet did not damage the bones. It would be bad if you lie down all the time. Besides, I'll feel sorry for making your bed dirty!"
"Comrade Yu, you are too polite!" Peng Changan said repeatedly: "We still have a house, you live here, it's not like I don't have a place to live!"
Zhang Xian put on his shoes, stood up, and walked off the bed. While buttoning his clothes, he asked, "Third Young Master, how long have I been here with you?"
Peng Changan thought for a while and said: "I came yesterday afternoon, haha, you slept all night!"
"It's been so long!" Zhang Xian couldn't help but screamed.
"Haha, you had a fever yesterday, and it was not a mild one."He heard the door push and was already looking towards the door. On either side of this man and Xiong Sanwa, there were two people sitting on one side and three people sitting on the other side, but they were dressed up differently.
"Dad!" Peng Changan shouted to the old man in the middle.
The old man in the middle just nodded his head in response. Zhang Xian knew that this was Peng Qing, the owner of this place. In fact, he had already met the patriarch of the Peng family a few years ago, and he could recognize him at a glance. However, time has passed and one moment is no longer the same!
"Haha, the third child is here!" A man in his thirties, wearing a black short coat and standing next to Peng Qingyun stood up from his seat and greeted Peng Chang'an politely.
Peng Changan also nodded to him and called out: "Hello, big brother!" Then he called out to a twenty-seven-year-old man on the other side of him: "Hello, second brother!", but the man only nodded. He nodded without even standing up.
Peng Qingyun¡¯s eyes fell on Zhang Xian, and he seemed to feel familiar. He was slightly stunned, but still showed a smile and asked: "How is Comrade Yu?"
Peng Changan quickly introduced to Zhang Xian: "This is my father!"
Zhang Xian nodded, cupped his hands to Peng Qingyun who was sitting on the seat, and said politely: "Thank you, old man, for taking me in. I'm feeling much better!"
Xiong Sanwa also jumped down from her seat, quickly ran to Zhang Xian's side, and asked with concern: "Brother, are you okay? You scared me!"
"It's okay! It's okay!" Zhang Xian said with a smile, and at the same time stretched out his arms and said: "Look, am I not doing well?"
"Quick, bring a stool to sit on!" Peng Qingyun ordered his son.
Peng Changan agreed and had already moved a grand master's chair and let Zhang Xian sit under his right hand. Xiong Sanwa also realized it and moved Zhang Xian next to Peng Qingyun, who was sitting just now, and he sat on the lower head.
Peng Qingyun looked at Zhang Xian and said with a smile: "Haha, I was asking you just now how you eliminated that group of bandits! Hey, Longquan Temple! What a pity!"
Zhang Xian was startled. Obviously, Xiong Sanwa had told him a lot of things. He was sighing with regret, but he didn't know what he was sighing about. Was he lamenting the destruction of the thousand-year-old temple in Longquan Temple? It was still in Tanlongquan Temple that the deceased abbot found out his nature. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com