Fengyue wanted to scold her again, but Shen Nanbao stopped her and glanced at Yourou, "Go get hot water quickly."
Seeing Yourou retreating without any pain, Feng Yue pursed her lips and said, "They are all the minions of the old lady, why should I have a good temper with them? I told the little one to slap them both, and let them They share the same blessings and hardships as my sister, so they don’t dare to tell the truth!"
Shen Nanbaofu sat down and looked at her thoughtfully, "That's a good idea. This will give grandma another excuse to punish me."
Feng Yue's bright eyes just now suddenly went out, and she looked at her in confusion.
Shen Nanbao smiled, "It's only right to laugh at the end. Now you are angry with them. Not to mention that you can't make grandma suffer a little or two. If you say that they know it, they will only laugh at us for being so angry. Why bother?" Besides, grinning, doesn’t it hurt?”
Feng Yue followed her line of sight and touched the hot spot on her face, "The little one has rough skin and thick flesh. That doesn't matter. The little one is..."
Feng Yue sighed sadly, "I just think it's outrageous. Which family's descendants are like this? They are simply three points deeper than those enemies."
Turning around, she saw Shen Nanbao with his head hanging down and a lonely smile. Knowing that he had said the wrong thing, he quickly took Shen Nanbao's hand and carefully picked up the debris in her palm for her.
The setting sun shining through the window shone low, enveloping Shen Nanbao's hands in a halo of light. It was clear that his fingers were as slender as green onions before, but now they were so bloody and bloody.
The more Feng Yue looked at her, the more uncomfortable she felt, and she wanted to cry. But she knew that crying now would only make her sister feel more uncomfortable, so she bit her lip and tried to hold back without making a sound.
But crying never comes from the mouth. If you cover your mouth, it will come out of the eyes, nose, and chest.
Shen Nanbao heard her snort, looked up and saw the big tears in her eyes, and smiled, "Those who don't know would think that I am seriously ill and difficult to cure, and you are mourning."
The soft words finally made Fengyue unable to restrain herself from crying, "Sister, are you still joking, doesn't it hurt? It hurts even the little one picking up all these rubbish for you."
"Crying again! You think I'm in pain, don't you think you're in pain yourself? And you're really not afraid of pain?"
Shen Nanbao angrily yelled at her and threatened: "Just show off your appearance to your heart's content. Then I won't want you anymore. I'll just send you to someone else and sell you to that Zhangtai restaurant to work as a coolie!"
At this moment, Fang Guan came in and said, "Sister, Si Yan didn't let me leave the house to see the doctor. He said it was the old lady who ordered me, saying that it was just some wounds on my skin and flesh. Please treat it properly." Once the ground is bandaged, there will be nothing wrong, there is no need for the doctor to make such a trip in person."
"Damn it! That old coward really can stand and talk without pain in her back! Let her try this 'suffering of the flesh' and see how much she can endure it!"
Feng Yue was so angry that her nose was tingling, and the red mark on her flushed face was so hideous.
But after a while, the ferocious look turned into indescribable bitterness. Feng Yue held her chin and cried out sadly.
Shen Nanbao laughed when he saw this, "I really thought you had a face made of iron. You are really not afraid of pain! If you don't pay attention, you will tear up the wound later and you will cry!"
It was also at this time that Yourou brought in the hot water.
After all, when enemies meet, they must show an invulnerable attitude no matter what they say.
So Feng Yue, who was hugging her face and screaming in pain, instantly changed back to her previous face, walked towards Yourou in almost three steps and two steps, took the basin of hot water from her hand, and gave her a strange look, " Just step back, I will serve my sister on my own, I don't dare to work for you, the person sent here by the old lady!"
Anyway, Yourou had already understood what she was saying. How could Fengyue still go all out with her? When she saw her retreating to the verandah, she didn't forget to sneer, "If you ask me, it's better to go back and serve the old lady than living here." I am strong every day!"
With that said, he slammed the door, put the hot water on the shelf angrily, took a towel and swung it in the water, then squeezed out all the water and wiped Shen Nanbao's wound.
For a while, even though Fengyue had picked up most of the debris from the wound, there was still a lot of sticky residue, which had to be separated with a handkerchief in order to apply medicine.
It is said that ten fingers are connected to the heart, so is the palm. Even though Feng Yue was very gentle, she still couldn't hold back the pain that penetrated her heart along with her bone marrow.
"That Madam Hu's kung fu is so powerful. Such a set of whips really penetrates the bones!"
Shen Nanbao sucked in the air-conditioning. It was obviously hurting to death, but he still didn't forget to tease him.
Feng Yue rolled her eyes and said, "Sister, you are still in the mood to laugh. You are already injured like this. I don't know if you can still hold the needle safely in the future!"
This is to the point. Although Shen Nanbao is not an embroiderer and does not rely on this craft to make a living, it is something worth bragging about for a woman to be able to embroider, not to mention that Shen Nanbao likes it.
Shen Nanbao was silent and did not speak. He only looked at the silent Fang Guan and chuckled, "I'm afraid I won't be able to honor your master's invitation as promised."
Although the hand was not injured, the leg can still move.
But the old lady might be using the injury as an excuse to prevent her from going out.
Fang Guan pursed his lips and didn't respond. He just said, "Junior, please give me the medicine."
After being slapped by Shen Nanyi last time, there was still some left in the bottle of medicine the old lady sent, and it was just right for use now.
Seeing this, Shen Nanbao felt quite happy in his misery, "I didn't expect to end up in this situation and take advantage of my eldest sister."
Hearing these words, Feng Yue took the medicine with great enthusiasm and sprinkled it into the palm of her hand, "Sister, I still have time to joke, it seems that it doesn't hurt, so don't worry about it, little one!"
"Be gentle, be gentle."
Shen Nanbao cried out sadly, "Be careful, I will take your body deed and sue the Yamen, saying that you deliberately murdered the master!"
After hearing this, Feng Yue was really lighthearted, but it was because of Shen Nanbao's wrinkled expression.
After being bandaged, Shen Nanbao's hands were wrapped in thick gauze, unable to move at all.
Shen Nanbao took advantage of the light coming in and sighed, "Look, does it look like a pig's trotters?"
Fengyue gave her an angry look and threw the towel into the copper basin, "It seems that the warrior in Sister's Fat Loss Powder is not worried about these injuries at all. It's because I was too worried. I was worried that Sister would be in pain and could only cry. Woolen cloth!"
"Are you talking about me? I think you are the tough one in the makeup industry. I even know the pain, but you don't feel any pain at all!"
Shen Nanbao glanced at her, "Why don't you quickly clean up the injuries on your face and leave it exposed for people to watch?"
Fengyue muttered, and went to the dressing table to apply the medicine in front of the bronze mirror. After it was applied, she looked up and saw the servants outside who were stretching their necks to look in. .
Feng Yuedeng immediately became angry, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen it? A guy who doesn't do anything serious every day and only knows how to eat for free!"
After saying that, he angrily picked up the copper basin and walked out, without caring about whether it was shocking or not, he poured it on the Jingtao in one breath in front of these servants.
When the sun shines, the green leaves tremble with bloody light, making people's scalp numb.
Shen Nanbao couldn't help but sneered: "You can't bear the temper of a child, so you have to retaliate immediately for your anger."
Fang Guan rolled his eyes, looked sideways at Shen Nanbao's young and beautiful face under her dark hair, and said softly: "Sister, you are also a child."
Shen Nanbao was startled, leaning on the hidden bag, his eyes were like water, and he looked at Fang Guan with a light and indifferent expression, "As soon as the winter is over today, I will be old enough next year, and it will be time to say goodbye." It’s time, are you still young?”
Fang Guan still nodded, "Young man, that's what the master said."
When she mentioned Xiao Yichen, Shen Nanbao was calm and even stood up slightly from his pocket, "Why did he tell you about me?"
Hearing his own voice, Shen Nanbao was a little anxious. Only then did Shen Nanbao realize that he had lost his composure and slowly leaned back into the hidden bag, "That's right. Compared to him, I am indeed small."
Fang Guan hummed, "But I know my master's past affairs."
Seeing Shen Nanbao looking back, Fang Guan's face, which had always been as calm as dead water, finally showed a different emotion, "Master was only eight years old when something happened."
Eight years old.
What was she doing when she was eight years old in her previous life?
It seems that she is still acting like a spoiled child at the knee of her adoptive grandmother, learning how to roll dough and make push swallows from her adoptive grandmother.
But he experienced the loss of his family and his family.
Not only did he not fall into decline, but he was also recruited into the service. Within more than ten years, he won the official's important position. From then on, he was in the limelight and was worshiped by thousands of people.
But those others only envied his current glory, and did not think about the suffering he suffered in the past, or empathize with his hatred that grew out of his hardships.
So it is natural to call him Rakshasa.
As soon as he came to his senses, Shen Nanbao was surprised to find that he began to sympathize with him again.
She knew very well that it was not a good thing to sympathize with someone, or to sympathize with Xiao Yichen.
Because such emotions will affect your decision-making and disrupt your step-by-step arrangements.
Shen Nanbao thought deeply and silently raised his eyes, his eyes wandering between Fang Guan's upright brows and eyes, "Why are you telling me this?"
Just as she opened her mouth, Fengyue brought Si Yan's words, "Sister, the Third Young Master is here. He seems to have heard about you being punished and wants to come and see your injuries."
So what if he saw it? It didn't just make him worried.
What's more, if he knew that Shen Nanwan was present at the time and did not persuade him, and would add insult to injury, he would not know how to feel sad.
Shen Nanbao was silent and said, "Just say it's not convenient for me to see guests now."
Fengyue didn't respond and just said: "Sister, Third Young Master said that I must see you."
This is the stubbornness of scholars. Because they have survived the long years of hardship, they have the resilience within themselves that cannot be overcome by ordinary decisions.
Shen Nanbao sighed and asked the official to invite Shen Wenzhuo in.
As soon as he came in, he saw Shen Nanbao sitting there, and her hands were wrapped with white gauze. Shen Wenzhuo's eyes immediately turned red, "I heard that my grandmother ordered the fourth sister to be punished, but I didn't know that the punishment was so severe." Serious, does it hurt?”
As he said this, he laughed and said, "It must be very painful now that it's like this. I told you before that I would speak for you, fourth sister, but in the end..."
