Qian Yichen was flattered: "Where, where, this is what we should do."
"Hot water and food will be delivered by someone specially. If you need anything during the night, you can just give the order."
Zhou Xu placed Mrs. Xiao on the soft couch by the window: "I'm not busy with this matter. Let's call the doctor first."
Qian Yicheng repeatedly said yes, closed the door, and trotted away.
The house is quiet and peaceful, the room is elegant, and it is an ordinary upper room.
Zhou Xu unbuttoned his light armor and placed it lightly on the table. He was wearing a dark round-neck robe, a leather belt around his waist, and black leather boots. Then he took off the cloak that covered Mrs. Xiao tightly.
Under the dim candlelight, a picture of Begonia sleeping in spring was revealed.
Zhou Xu sat next to the soft couch with his golden sword, admiring it to his heart's content.
The beautiful woman's jade face was stained with a layer of crimson due to her deep sleep, her thin eyebrows seemed to be frowned but not frowned, she had not slept peacefully, and her lips were chapped and red, giving her a slightly haggard look, which added to the feeling of pity.
Zhou Xu took the peony from Mrs. Xiao's temples. He heard that hairpins had become popular among the nobles of the Chang'an family in recent years, and it was almost becoming a trend among men, women, old and young.
That trend also spread to Youzhou, and many ladies, young men and young men also wore hairpins and traveled in late spring.
But Mrs. Xiao's hairpin flowers are more beautiful than those people, she is more delicate than flowers, mature and fragrant.
Zhou Xu chuckled lowly and put Mrs. Xiao's hand in his. The delicate skin was incredibly soft, and even the fingertips had a strange sweet smell, a fragrance that Zhou Xu had never smelled before, soft. It seemed like she was about to indulge in it, because Xiao Luolan's hands had been making cakes all year round, so when she was so close, her whole body was filled with the sweet smell of cream.
The only fly in the ointment is that there are several blisters on Mrs. Xiao's palms, and there are many scratches and scratches on the delicate backs of her hands.
Zhou Xu looked at the embroidered shoes under Qing Luo's skirt. Compared with his hands, there were more wounds on his feet.
The embroidered shoes fell off.
The feet wrapped in white silk stockings are incredibly small and exquisite.
Zhou Xu compared it. It was very suitable for playing with one hand. He didn't know what he thought of. The man's eyes turned dark, and then he waited patiently for the doctor to arrive.
Chapter 7
There was a knock on the door, and Zhou Xu restored everything to its original state.
"Come in."
Zhao Qingshan brought an old doctor into the room and closed the door.
"Lord, the doctor is here."
Zhou Xuli straightened his clothes and said to the doctor: "Doctor, please sit down. There is no need to be polite."
However, the gray-haired doctor still leaned over and bowed his head. After showing enough etiquette, he sat half-assed on the round stool, holding a small medicine box that was always close to his body.
Zhao Qingshan first poured a cup of tea for his lord, while he sat at the table, and then poured himself a cup. The tea leaves were dry and slightly bitter, refreshing.
Zhao Qingshan likes Youzhou's crude tea that is not popular on the market. People in the southern aristocracy add a lot of things to their tea, such as onions, ginger, jujubes, cinnamon, cheese, orange peels, etc. The taste is very strong. Zhao Qingshan heard that He was not used to it and was not used to drinking it, so he just liked rough tea. After the Lord drank southern tea a few times, he became as decisive as him.
Zhou Xu took a sip of tea and asked, "Doctor, how is the condition of the noble lady you treated?"
The old doctor thought carefully and replied: "Sir, except for the head injury, your daughter is not seriously injured. I have asked the medicine boy to bandage your head wound. I will drink some blood circulation and blood circulation when I wake up tomorrow. With the soothing and nourishing decoction, within a few months, the scar on your daughter’s head will be completely eliminated.”
In the opinion of the old doctor, it was just a bruise on the head, and he fainted due to bad luck, but he certainly couldn't say it in a casual tone, but said it seriously. After all, the identity of the noble girl is different from theirs, and the world There is no woman who doesn't care about her appearance, so it's always right to answer more diplomatically.
"That's good." Zhou Xu turned sideways, drank the tea in one gulp, put it aside, and said, "Come forward and carefully diagnose her wounds."
The old doctor stepped forward and saw an unusually beautiful woman sleeping on the soft couch. Her appearance was somewhat similar to the previous lady, so she must be mother and daughter.
Then check more carefully.
There are no major injuries, but there are many minor injuries.
The old doctor breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. It was fine that the injury was not fatal. Seeing the stern expression on this adult's face just now, he thought it was a fatal injury.
The old doctor opened the medicine box, wiped the sweat from his forehead, then picked up the silver needle and said to Zhou Xu: "Sir, this lady needs to break the blisters on her palms, then apply ointment and wrap them with fine cloth. The same goes for the wounds on her feet. Just change the ointment and fine cloth twice a day.”
Zhou Xu hummed.
The old doctor took out a white porcelain bottle and a roll of fine cloth from the medicine box, and said: "The porcelain bottle contains Baiji Panax notoginseng ointment, which has anti-inflammatory and hemostatic effects. The fine cloth has been boiled in boiling water for three times and exposed to sunlight. It is very soft and does not hurt the skin." ." Seeing that there were only two men in the room and no one waiting on him, he hesitated and said: "My medicine boy has just passed kindergarten, why not let him bandage my wife."
Zhou Xu nodded: "Very good."
The old doctor opened the door, and an old woman came in with water. The medicine boy followed her. The old doctor asked him to clean the hands of the woman on the bed first.
The old doctor was cleaning his hands in another copper basin. After wiping them clean, he took out a silver needle and carefully opened the blisters. The medicine boy bowed his head and applied green ointment to the wound with a bamboo slice. He was about to pick it up. When the fine cloth was wrapped around him, the hand, which was as white as suet under the light, suddenly retracted, as if he had been greatly frightened.
Yaotong was still young, and he raised his head without knowing why. He felt his mind wandering for a moment, and then his waist was pinched by the master in a hidden way. Yaotong immediately lowered his head again, and knelt down in fear. He didn't dare to speak. Could it be that just now? Did the bamboo scrape scratch your wound? So you were woken up by pain?
The old doctor also knelt on the ground, facing the direction of the bed, and lowered his head: "Yao is a young man, so please forgive me, madam."
Zhou Xu straightened his posture and said, "Mrs. Xiao, are you feeling unwell?"
Xiao Luolan stared blankly at the old man and child kneeling on the ground. She looked towards the end of the bed. There was an old woman wiping her feet. At this moment, she was also kneeling on the ground. She was wearing strange ancient clothes. The kindhearted person who helped her, Master Zhou, sat down. Not far away from her, he asked her if she was okay?
It's like you can't see anyone kneeling.
Xiao Luolan felt like she was still in a ghost story. Everything around her was so absurd. When she woke up from a long dream, she suddenly saw someone washing her feet. Anyone would be shocked. She shrank her feet and felt a little confused. Subconsciously asked: "Where is my daughter?"
"Ling Qianjin has been bandaged and is resting in Room A."
Zhou Xu didn't understand why Mrs. Xiao was frightened as soon as she woke up. The room was obviously safe. He said slowly: "If Mrs. Xiao wants to see her, ask the medicine boy to help you treat the wound first." It’s not too late to go.”
Xiao Luolan saw the child kneeling on the ground picking up a roll of cloth to wrap her hands. She looked at the childish child in a daze, who looked no more than ten years old. Don't they feel something is wrong? Xiao Luolan had only seen kneeling down on TV.
The medicine boy held the ointment and fine cloth, and his face suddenly turned red.
"Ma'am, your feet also need some medicine."
Xiao Luolan looked at everything unfamiliar and felt very scared: "I, I will do it myself."
The medicine boy was stunned for a moment and looked at the master.
The old doctor looked at Zhou Xu.
Zhou Xu smiled: "Since Mrs. Xiao said so, you can go down."
"yes."
The doctor, medicine boy and servants exited the room one after another.
Zhao Qingshan touched his beard and retreated.
Only Xiao Luolan and Sect Master Zhou were left in the room.
Zhou Xu didn't move, just watching Mrs. Xiao deal with her wounds.
The eyes are wild.
Xiao Luolan lowered her head, picked up the porcelain bottle on the tray, and poured the ointment inside onto the bamboo slices. She just saw the child doing this, and then applied the bamboo slices to the wound on the sole of the foot, which was cool and tingling. After wiping, wrap a few times with a cloth strip.
Do the same with the other foot.
At some point, beads of sweat appeared on Xiao Luolan's forehead, and her body trembled slightly. In the end, the cloth strips on her feet were twisted crookedly.
Xiao Luolan was tying the knot when suddenly her eyesight dimmed. She raised her head in fright, only to see Sect Master Zhou was very close to her, but did not look at her. He leaned forward to untie the messy fine cloth again, his movements were not hurried or slow, if not Judging from his body shape, he could also be called a gentleman.
"Mrs. Xiao, the cloth is crooked and it is difficult to tie it."
Xiao Luolan saw him tearing down the messy cloth strips and then tying them into a smooth knot.
Zhou Xu took a step back and said with a hearty smile: "Okay."
"I'll take you to find your daughter."
Xiao Luolan's chaotic thoughts suddenly sobered up.
She put on her shoes, moved her lips, and thanked Sect Leader Zhou for helping her over and over again.
Zhou Xu and Mrs. Xiao walked side by side. When he heard the voice of thanks, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Mrs. Xiao, there is no need to be polite. The reward you gave me is very generous."
Mrs. Xiao's figure is slender and well-fitted. She is sitting on the soft couch by the window and caressing her jade feet with her bare hands. Her head is slightly drooped, her temples are fragrant. She has a pair of bright moon-shaped clothes, a willow waist with flowery waist and graceful charm, which makes Zhou Xu full. Bliss to the eyes.
Xiao Luolan touched her empty wrist and then remembered that the gift her daughter gave her had already been given to Sect Master Zhou. However, Xiao Luolan had no regrets. As long as she could find her daughter, a jade bracelet and pearl earrings were nothing. I felt a little guilty towards the owner of the store, because the reward to Sect Master Zhou included the jewelry from his store.
Zhou Xu took the person to Room A, No. 3, but did not follow Mrs. Xiao in.
Xiao Luolan quickly walked to her daughter's bed and sat down, looking at her sleeping face, and hugged her.
She took off her shoes, lay on the outside of her daughter, and held her hand, as if she had grasped her backbone. Most of her hesitation and panic disappeared. No matter where she was, her daughter was by her side.
Xiao Luolan softly hummed Jiangcheng's nursery rhymes.
"The moon rocks and rocks, and the boat rocks and rocks."
"Mom's little baby, did you sleep well tonight?"
"Go to sleep, go to sleep, mommy loves you."
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In her sleep, Xiao Qingxue slept even more soundly, her cheeks flushed and she sank into the bed.
Xiao Luolan stared at her daughter for a long time before gently kissing her forehead.
"Good night, sweetie."
Physically exhausted, she also went to rest.
After Zhou Xu simply washed up, he lay on the bed. His eyes were not sleepy, and the vague songs murmured softly by a woman seemed to still linger in his ears.
It's incredibly gentle, softer than the spring water in the south of the Yangtze River, and full of love.
Zhou Xu thought of Mrs. Xiao's daughter, who was at least the age of a married woman. Mrs. Xiao actually put her to sleep herself...
Zhou Xu, who was caught off guard and forced to sleep, was in a very complicated mood.
Is Mrs. Xiao a little too pampered towards her daughter?
But then I thought about it, what if Mrs. Xiao was lying next to him, staring at him tenderly with her starry eyes, and murmuring sweetly...
Zhou Xu's throat instantly became tight, his muscles all over his body were tense, and the quilt was even higher.
After a long time, Zhou Xu straightened up, his eyes bloodshot, and walked out of the room to take a shower by the well in the courtyard.
Zhao Qingshan yawned and came out of the hut. He saw his lord taking a cold bath under the moonlight and leisurely waved his folding fan as he passed by.
A pure mind and few desires can help you sleep.
