Xiao Silai's face was very ugly. Ever since she married Gongzi Ba, no man had dared to tease her. Today was a very unpleasant day.
What Yang Gan was thinking in his head was that there was something wrong with this woman. A maid was chattering.
According to the current custom, it is normal for maids from scholar-bureaucrats' families to wait on their distinguished guests to sleep.
"Come two people and give me a massage." Yang Qian said after washing away the smelly sweat.
Xiao Sinai looked ugly, snorted coldly, and gave the two maids a cold look.
Immediately, the two maids came to Yang Gan and started massaging him.
After a while, Xiao Sixai gathered up her courage and asked, "Who are you?"
"You are from Dongwang, no, if you are from Dongwang, you must be on the front line at this time."
Suddenly her eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Are you from the imperial court?"
She was answered by even sounds of snoring. Yang Qian tilted his head and fell into a deep sleep.
Xiao Simai was stunned and hurriedly came to the barrel to see that she had indeed fallen asleep.
She stamped her feet bitterly, and after looking at Yang Qian carefully, she let out a long sigh.
"It's so strange. She's obviously a woman, so why is she in the body of a man?"
The two maids looked at each other and said.
"Madam, he, he is different from others."
Xiao Simai wondered, "What's the difference? Isn't it just a little longer than others?"
The maid blushed and said, "No, it's not that. His skin is smooth and his flesh is tender, but he is very heavy."
Xiao Simai curled her lips, obviously not believing that the person in front of her was shorter than herself. Even if he was a man, he could weigh more.
"how do you know?"
The maid used two hands to lift Yang Qian's arm, but it seemed a little difficult.
Xiao Sixai was stunned, and immediately gently grabbed Yang Gan's arm and motioned for the maid to put it down.
Xiao Sixai's hands suddenly sank, and she looked at the sleeping Yang Gan in surprise, unable to figure out what was going on.
The arms are thinner than her own, but they seem to weigh more than her thighs.
And when you pinch his skin, there seems to be a soft and waxy touch.
Xiao Sixai suddenly seemed to have discovered a new world. After putting down Yang Qian's arm, she touched her own arm and exclaimed.
"How is it possible that he, a man, has better skin than me?"
The two maids also began to touch Yang Gan's shoulders.
Fortunately, Yang Qian didn't wake up, otherwise, he would definitely say it.
"Touch, touch your sister, you want to touch me even if you don't give me any money?"
Time turned and it was night.
Oil lamps were lit in the room.
There were sounds of bones rubbing against each other, and Yang Gan stretched out suddenly.
It was so comfortable to sleep this time, and he was a little confused. He seemed to be very sleepy recently.
I even have to sleep for an extra hour every day, which is far worse than before. The most disgusting thing is that I can no longer keep my status as a champion of staying up late.
He raised his hand and looked at his soaked skin, slapped his mouth, and shouted.
"Where are my clothes?"
The two maids immediately brought it over, and their eyes had changed. There was envy and even a trace of jealousy.
Yang Gan scratched his head and couldn't figure out what was going on. Although he was not afraid of others looking at him, he was too tired just now and now he is extremely energetic.
After taking the clothes and asking the three of them to turn around, they dried their bodies, put on their clothes, and picked up pieces of cloth that looked like they had been cut into pieces on Krisna's bed.
He sniffed it in confusion, and suddenly a fragrance rushed into his nose. Not knowing why, he shrugged, pressed it on his hair, and rubbed it vigorously.
In other words, in this era, everything is fine, but life is not going well. If I were not afraid of being regarded as a monster, I would really like to shave my head into a crew cut.
The main thing is not that I am disgusted with long hair. Everyone has long hair, so I can tolerate it. The question is, for a person who takes a shower every day, how to do it?
Dry hair has become an important problem that must be faced every day.
Seeing Yang Gan's actions, Xiao Sixai's hands froze. She had something to say, but she suddenly choked and couldn't say it out. Those were her own clothes, a very private thing.
"Is there any hot food left?"
"Yes, but you've eaten the food of more than a dozen people, aren't you afraid of the consequences?"
Xiao Sixiang was very worried about Yang Qian's health. If he was eaten badly, he would be blamed for it. Wouldn't that mean he would die unjustly?
Yang Gan waved his hand and said, "You can't support me to death, and what you just gave me was just the portion for ten ordinary people, so it's not much."
"No fat meat, get some lean meat, cut it into pieces and put it in the porridge. If you don't want chopsticks, you need a spoon. By the way, bring me a quilt."
Xiao Sinai nodded and motioned for the maid to do it. After the two maids went out, there were still soldiers following them at any time.
The security is top-notch. As for the three of them when I was sleeping?
Since Fei Lian allowed them to stay here, it is conceivable that he must have investigated their identities, so he just had to pay a little attention.
It didn't take long for everything to be brought over. Yang Gan's eyes lit up. These two maids were quite clever. They even took a big bowl and filled it up.
He touched Krisna's forehead, her chest, and the wound.
Fortunately, the temperature of the three parts was the same, and there was no redness or swelling in the wound except for the sutured wound.
Apparently no inflammation.
In ancient times, inflammation was equivalent to a death sentence. Generally, a person injured by an arrow would die within half a month as long as he survived on the spot.
They all died from inflammation, but with allicin, gold sore medicine, and alcohol, inflammation almost never breaks out.
Of course, there is the most critical factor. If a soldier is in good physical condition, it will be very easy to carry it through. Even if he is a cannon fodder and has poor physical condition, even if he uses these three things.
When the Qi and blood are declining, they cannot resist it. When they get fever, it is basically like having one foot in the coffin.
After covering the quilt, Yang Gan sat on the bed, moved to a comfortable position, put Krisna's head on his lap, and called softly.
"Hey, Krisna, wake up."
"The chickens are crowing, get up."
"You have worked hard, you don't want to be lazy, do you?"
If she hadn't felt Krisna's strong heartbeat, I would have been afraid that she would have died.
Yang Gan had no choice but to use a unique trick, put his mouth close to Krisna's ear, and said loudly.
"Go into battle and kill the enemy, charge~~~!"
Krisna's body suddenly twitched, she opened her eyes faintly, and made a rare and delicate sound.
"Huh? Fighting? Where?"
Yang Qian said angrily, "Beat, beat, beat, beat all day long. I have something to eat. Do you want to eat or not?"
"Gululu~~~"
As soon as she heard about the food, Krisna's stomach immediately growled unwillingly.
"Eat, eat, eat, I'm starving."
Yang Gan held a dagger, which was also a spoon, and fed Krisna one bite at a time.
"Yeah, yeah, it's delicious, but there's no fat on it."
Yang Gan fed her a mouthful and warned, "You're seriously injured. Do you think it's just a scratch? Recently, you can only eat lean meat. You can only eat fat meat when you are well."
"Whoosh~~~!"
Krisna took a sudden breath and swallowed it without swallowing.
"Bad taste~~~!"
I'm used to eating in Zhuangzi, but no matter how good the food is in other places, I always feel like it's missing a little sparkle.
Krisna has followed Yang Gan for a long time. Although she doesn't know what Yang Gan's mantras mean, she has learned a lot.
Yang Qian scooped up another spoonful, frowned and said, "Don't Zhu Bajie eat raw fruit, it will be boring after one bite, at least chew it a few times, otherwise it will be difficult to digest."
Glancing at a large bowl of meat porridge, Krisna said with despair.
"This time is not
Will everyone eat this? "
Yang Gan blinked his eyes and nodded silently, "Of course, don't eat too much fat or meat now, otherwise you will get angry and get inflammation. I, I am a two-handed sword, and I really can't save you."
Krisna stopped talking. There would be nothing left after she died, and dying from inflammation would not be very pleasant.
And she's not stupid, she can still tell the difference between good and bad after a full meal.
Maybe he was really hungry, so he finished the bowl of meat porridge quickly and licked his sexy lips with some reluctance.
If Yang Gan pays attention to balanced nutrition, then Krisna is a complete carnivore.
The purpose of the Spartans is to eat even the most unpalatable food as long as it can increase their strength and replenish their physical strength. This can be seen from the black soup alone.
There was the clanking sound of armor swinging outside, and Fei Lian's voice sounded.
"Your Majesty, Dong Wang's confidants have been escorted over."
Yang Gan raised his lips, straightened his clothes, and said to Krisna.
"What are you going to do with the people who shoot and direct?"
Krisna pursed her lips as she thought, then smiled, suddenly pulling on the injury, and her entire face wrinkled up.
"Didn't you say that population is also a resource and you can't just kill it?"
Yang Gan said, "Yes, but I am still willing to waste some resources and vent your anger."
"Kill him, Yang Gan, you don't know, I almost thought I wouldn't see you today."
After all, Krisna is a woman. When she is at her weakest, she still hopes to have someone she can rely on. She is not as strong as usual, like a wounded kitten.
Yang Gan touched her head, said "Waiting", flicked his long sleeves and walked outside.
The three women followed him out immediately. Yang Gan went out. What was he still doing here, especially when Xiao Sixai wanted to see where her husband was.
At this time, the lights were brightly lit in the courtyard, all the soldiers were holding open fire, and dozens of men and women wearing expensive clothes were trembling and kneeling on the ground.
The weather was freezing at this time, but these people were covered in cold sweat.
"Pa~~~!"
Yang Gan snapped his fingers. The two soldiers couldn't find any good seats, so they directly moved a table. Yang Gan sat on it with a golden sword, without any regard for etiquette.
Fei Lian cleared his throat, grabbed a man's hair with a scroll, and pointed it at it.
Ji Yuanxing, 18 years old, is the sixth son of King Dong.
Zhu Li, 26 years old, grandnephew of King Dong.
...
"Hehehehe~~~!"
Yang Gan smiled coldly, and unexpectedly saw an old acquaintance. The guy who pulled a horse last time he came to Zhuangzi turned out to be Dong Wang's brother-in-law.
