Be good, call me uncle
Chapter 468 The Dong Family Boy
Chapter 468 The Dong Family Boy
She always knew that Yang Qian was hiding something, but she didn't expect it to be like this. She admitted that she had lost control recently, but what she did was somewhat tentative.
After testing such a result, she felt ashamed that she judged a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart.
But she doesn't regret it. If she were alone, her head would be no larger than the size of a bowl, but she still had her unrecognized brother, Xiao Qian and her mother who were looking forward to her return, and her care.
She was concerned, and the world would not allow her to make mistakes.
So she felt ashamed that she was testing Yang Qian and Sanmeng, but she didn't think it was wrong. Being careful can always make the Wannian Ship go.
She dare not trust anyone when she is not sure that the other party has good intentions.
Back in the room, Chang Sun Tao was still sleeping peacefully, his brows stretched and his expression looked very peaceful.
"Cao Cao, it's great that you're okay." Yu Qinghuan knew that at this moment, Changsun Tao was completely relaxed. He didn't need to lick blood with a knife, let alone live in the shadow of swords and swords. He was living freely and away from the court. comfortable.
Yu Qinghuan even thought that he might as well not wake up at all and live his life happily like this.
However, that may not be possible. Cao Cao's creation is more than that, and he still has a more difficult road to go.
If he were the emperor, he would definitely be a famous king through the ages.Therefore, I must work hard to accumulate merit for him and help him recover as soon as possible.
No matter what, I will always accompany him and never let him be alone.
Slowly, Yu Qinghuan lay on the edge of the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
The little boy on the bed has not woken up yet. In the quiet room, three shallow and even breathing sounds indicate that the night is gradually getting deeper.
Next door, Yang Qian touched his chin and giggled from time to time. Sanmeng noticed his abnormality and couldn't help but frowned: "Brother Yang, Miss Chu is already a married woman. It is impossible to think about such degenerate things. According to Brother Yang's charm, there will be ladies who will fall in love with him, so why hang him on that thin and small tree with a crooked neck?"
Yang Qian said: "Brother Meng, Brother Meng, your thoughts are really dirty and mean."
San Meng stretched out: "I'm just going to bed. Brother Yang, please help yourself."
Yang Qian waved his hand impatiently: "Do it yourself, do it yourself."
Sanmeng looked at him with disgust, tossed his sleeves and left.
Yang Qian turned over and lay on the bed. When he thought of Yu Qinghuan's soft call of "Brother", his heart felt soft.
It turns out that this is what it feels like to have a loved one.
Just after the third watch, Yu Qinghuan woke up because her hands hurt from being pressed. She moved her body to make the blood flow smoothly. She got up and checked the boy's condition. Seeing that his pulse was calm and stable, she helped him After tucking in the quilt, he returned to Changsun Tao.
As soon as her hand touched his forehead, a scorching warmth made Yu Qinghuan's hand jump back in fright.
When he put his hand over it again, he discovered that Changsun Tao had a fever, which was very severe.
Yu Qinghuan quickly checked his pulse, and the chaotic pulse beat under his fingertips - his internal injuries had not healed, and there was incurable poison buried in his body, because the ancient Ganoderma lucidum and his grandfather's medicine , his internal injuries and toxins were suppressed.
But now, there is a faint tendency to relapse.
Yu Qinghuan was worried. Although Changsun Tao's injury did not hurt his vitals, the wound was deep and it bled a lot of blood. People who were injured could easily have a fever, not to mention that Changsun Tao still had such a body.
Yu Qinghuan took two jars of the strongest wine and poured it directly into the basin. The aroma of the wine filled the room. Yu Qinghuan poured a handkerchief into it, wring it out, and then began to wipe Changsun Tao's forehead and neck.
"Cao Cao, just bear with it a little longer and you'll be fine soon."
Yu Qinghuan's heart was about to break. This stupid man was riddled with wounds, and some of them were hurt by her.She was heartbroken, but what was the use?
She couldn't bear it for him, so she could only try her best to alleviate his pain.
She wiped her neck and then continued to wipe her body. Yu Qinghuan rarely did this kind of waiting work, but she did it properly and meticulously, without any inconsideration.
After working for a whole hour, Changsun Tao's fever finally subsided slowly.
Because the inn was Yang Qian's territory, the inn was stocked with commonly used medicinal materials. Yu Qinghuan boiled a piece of antipyretic and anti-inflammatory medicine, and waited until it was slightly light before entering the room with the medicine.
Changsun Tao was not awake yet, but his condition was obviously much more stable. Yu Qinghuan held the medicine in his mouth, fed him one bite at a time, and then wiped the corners of his mouth.
The bleeding from the wound had not completely stopped, and a large area of redness oozed out from the gauze, which was shocking.
"Cao Cao, it's over with patience." Yu Qinghuan said softly, but only she could feel the trembling in her words.
She was anxious and scared, as if she had gone back to a while ago. If anything happened to Chang Sun Tao, she would not be alive!
The boy lying on the bed woke up at some point. He sat on the bed and stared at Yu Qinghuan, looking old-fashioned and like a little adult.
Yu Qinghuan wiped off the sweat from Changsun Tao's temples and gently tucked him in. Then he stood up and came to the boy's side, asking him: "What is your name? How old are you? Where do you live? Why are you being chased? Are you? Did you offend someone you shouldn't offend?"
The boy said without hesitation: "Dong Shi, the fruit is real. Six years old."
There were so many questions, but the five or six-year-old boy did not get confused. Instead, he quickly picked out the unimportant questions and answered them.
He is really not a simple child.
Yu Qinghuan didn't ask any more, and went to the kitchen to get a bowl of millet porridge and put it in front of the boy: "Eat slowly, there is not enough left in the pot."
It wasn't that she wasn't curious about Dong Shi's life experience, but even if she asked, Dong Shi might not be able to answer, so she simply didn't ask and just observed slowly.
"Thank you." Dong Shi's tone was still like a little adult, more like a wolf cub, with alienation and caution towards everyone.
Yu Qinghuan couldn't help but feel a little distressed. Precocious children usually endure hardships that their peers have never endured. This child must also have a distressing past.
Withdrawing her distressed gaze, Yu Qinghuan sat next to Chang Sun Tao, picked up the sewing basket, and sewed clothes using the light coming from the window.
I don't have many clothes in total, and one of them was ruined last night, so I need to make new ones.
Because she was absent-minded, Yu Qinghuan pricked her fingers several times, but she did not stop, because only by sewing her full thoughts into her clothes could she stop thinking about things and her heart could be calm.
Dong Shi had already finished the millet porridge and had no intention of asking for another bowl.
Yu Qinghuan asked him: "Do you still want to eat?"
Dong Shi shook his head: "I have no preference and know moderation is my family motto. I have been hungry for several days. Eating too much at once is not good for my health."
If he was willing to talk more, Yu Qinghuan thought that he would remain silent for a while.
Perhaps, children, like animals, have a keen intuition about good and evil, and know that they will not harm them, so they change their attitude.
But what is the identity of this child?
Why are you being hunted down at such a young age?
Will he be trouble?
(End of this chapter)
She always knew that Yang Qian was hiding something, but she didn't expect it to be like this. She admitted that she had lost control recently, but what she did was somewhat tentative.
After testing such a result, she felt ashamed that she judged a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart.
But she doesn't regret it. If she were alone, her head would be no larger than the size of a bowl, but she still had her unrecognized brother, Xiao Qian and her mother who were looking forward to her return, and her care.
She was concerned, and the world would not allow her to make mistakes.
So she felt ashamed that she was testing Yang Qian and Sanmeng, but she didn't think it was wrong. Being careful can always make the Wannian Ship go.
She dare not trust anyone when she is not sure that the other party has good intentions.
Back in the room, Chang Sun Tao was still sleeping peacefully, his brows stretched and his expression looked very peaceful.
"Cao Cao, it's great that you're okay." Yu Qinghuan knew that at this moment, Changsun Tao was completely relaxed. He didn't need to lick blood with a knife, let alone live in the shadow of swords and swords. He was living freely and away from the court. comfortable.
Yu Qinghuan even thought that he might as well not wake up at all and live his life happily like this.
However, that may not be possible. Cao Cao's creation is more than that, and he still has a more difficult road to go.
If he were the emperor, he would definitely be a famous king through the ages.Therefore, I must work hard to accumulate merit for him and help him recover as soon as possible.
No matter what, I will always accompany him and never let him be alone.
Slowly, Yu Qinghuan lay on the edge of the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
The little boy on the bed has not woken up yet. In the quiet room, three shallow and even breathing sounds indicate that the night is gradually getting deeper.
Next door, Yang Qian touched his chin and giggled from time to time. Sanmeng noticed his abnormality and couldn't help but frowned: "Brother Yang, Miss Chu is already a married woman. It is impossible to think about such degenerate things. According to Brother Yang's charm, there will be ladies who will fall in love with him, so why hang him on that thin and small tree with a crooked neck?"
Yang Qian said: "Brother Meng, Brother Meng, your thoughts are really dirty and mean."
San Meng stretched out: "I'm just going to bed. Brother Yang, please help yourself."
Yang Qian waved his hand impatiently: "Do it yourself, do it yourself."
Sanmeng looked at him with disgust, tossed his sleeves and left.
Yang Qian turned over and lay on the bed. When he thought of Yu Qinghuan's soft call of "Brother", his heart felt soft.
It turns out that this is what it feels like to have a loved one.
Just after the third watch, Yu Qinghuan woke up because her hands hurt from being pressed. She moved her body to make the blood flow smoothly. She got up and checked the boy's condition. Seeing that his pulse was calm and stable, she helped him After tucking in the quilt, he returned to Changsun Tao.
As soon as her hand touched his forehead, a scorching warmth made Yu Qinghuan's hand jump back in fright.
When he put his hand over it again, he discovered that Changsun Tao had a fever, which was very severe.
Yu Qinghuan quickly checked his pulse, and the chaotic pulse beat under his fingertips - his internal injuries had not healed, and there was incurable poison buried in his body, because the ancient Ganoderma lucidum and his grandfather's medicine , his internal injuries and toxins were suppressed.
But now, there is a faint tendency to relapse.
Yu Qinghuan was worried. Although Changsun Tao's injury did not hurt his vitals, the wound was deep and it bled a lot of blood. People who were injured could easily have a fever, not to mention that Changsun Tao still had such a body.
Yu Qinghuan took two jars of the strongest wine and poured it directly into the basin. The aroma of the wine filled the room. Yu Qinghuan poured a handkerchief into it, wring it out, and then began to wipe Changsun Tao's forehead and neck.
"Cao Cao, just bear with it a little longer and you'll be fine soon."
Yu Qinghuan's heart was about to break. This stupid man was riddled with wounds, and some of them were hurt by her.She was heartbroken, but what was the use?
She couldn't bear it for him, so she could only try her best to alleviate his pain.
She wiped her neck and then continued to wipe her body. Yu Qinghuan rarely did this kind of waiting work, but she did it properly and meticulously, without any inconsideration.
After working for a whole hour, Changsun Tao's fever finally subsided slowly.
Because the inn was Yang Qian's territory, the inn was stocked with commonly used medicinal materials. Yu Qinghuan boiled a piece of antipyretic and anti-inflammatory medicine, and waited until it was slightly light before entering the room with the medicine.
Changsun Tao was not awake yet, but his condition was obviously much more stable. Yu Qinghuan held the medicine in his mouth, fed him one bite at a time, and then wiped the corners of his mouth.
The bleeding from the wound had not completely stopped, and a large area of redness oozed out from the gauze, which was shocking.
"Cao Cao, it's over with patience." Yu Qinghuan said softly, but only she could feel the trembling in her words.
She was anxious and scared, as if she had gone back to a while ago. If anything happened to Chang Sun Tao, she would not be alive!
The boy lying on the bed woke up at some point. He sat on the bed and stared at Yu Qinghuan, looking old-fashioned and like a little adult.
Yu Qinghuan wiped off the sweat from Changsun Tao's temples and gently tucked him in. Then he stood up and came to the boy's side, asking him: "What is your name? How old are you? Where do you live? Why are you being chased? Are you? Did you offend someone you shouldn't offend?"
The boy said without hesitation: "Dong Shi, the fruit is real. Six years old."
There were so many questions, but the five or six-year-old boy did not get confused. Instead, he quickly picked out the unimportant questions and answered them.
He is really not a simple child.
Yu Qinghuan didn't ask any more, and went to the kitchen to get a bowl of millet porridge and put it in front of the boy: "Eat slowly, there is not enough left in the pot."
It wasn't that she wasn't curious about Dong Shi's life experience, but even if she asked, Dong Shi might not be able to answer, so she simply didn't ask and just observed slowly.
"Thank you." Dong Shi's tone was still like a little adult, more like a wolf cub, with alienation and caution towards everyone.
Yu Qinghuan couldn't help but feel a little distressed. Precocious children usually endure hardships that their peers have never endured. This child must also have a distressing past.
Withdrawing her distressed gaze, Yu Qinghuan sat next to Chang Sun Tao, picked up the sewing basket, and sewed clothes using the light coming from the window.
I don't have many clothes in total, and one of them was ruined last night, so I need to make new ones.
Because she was absent-minded, Yu Qinghuan pricked her fingers several times, but she did not stop, because only by sewing her full thoughts into her clothes could she stop thinking about things and her heart could be calm.
Dong Shi had already finished the millet porridge and had no intention of asking for another bowl.
Yu Qinghuan asked him: "Do you still want to eat?"
Dong Shi shook his head: "I have no preference and know moderation is my family motto. I have been hungry for several days. Eating too much at once is not good for my health."
If he was willing to talk more, Yu Qinghuan thought that he would remain silent for a while.
Perhaps, children, like animals, have a keen intuition about good and evil, and know that they will not harm them, so they change their attitude.
But what is the identity of this child?
Why are you being hunted down at such a young age?
Will he be trouble?
(End of this chapter)
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