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    The boy seemed no stranger to such a scene, but he felt a little overwhelmed by the surprised or disgusted eyes around him. He struggled to sit up and hurriedly picked up the black mask.

    Someone was one step ahead of him, passing the oil-stained old cloth with slender and white fingers, and even carefully brushing away the broken leaves that were stained.

    On the opposite side is a pair of gentle and peaceful eyes.

    Wanyao leaned down with her skirt in hand, and patted the dust off his clothes. The child was thinner than she imagined, and the palm of her hand was lightly covered, and the touch was full of bony bones, like grabbing a handful in a firewood pile.  .

    "Your gums are exposed, don't always cover them with a cloth, it's easy to get inflammation." She said, "Remember to change and wash the towel that covers your face frequently, preferably once a day."

    She took his hand and shook the small porcelain bottle between her fingers a few times, "This is a pill made of big green leaves. When your face hurts, you can dissolve it with water and take it. It can relieve pain and swelling. If you finish eating, you can also  It is a very common herb picked from the nearby mountains.¡±

    The boy's shriveled lips moved slightly. Due to his frail body, his eyes seemed to be dull. He just held the medicine bottle and stared at her intently.

    Wan Yao shook her head helplessly and distressedly, and wanted to reach out to touch his head, but in the end she hesitated, and only took out a clean handkerchief.

    "Use this for now."

    She pressed lightly on his thin shoulders before getting up with a secret sigh.

    When he returned to the table, Xiang Huan had already finished drinking a jug of wine, the sea bowl full of wine rested on the corner of his lips, he raised his eyes and watched her sit down, "Why do you care so much?

    "I don't think he looks like the shopkeeper's child. He must have been picked up somewhere to buy it. It's cheap, and it won't last long."

    While talking, the proprietress ran out of the kitchen in small steps, held the boy's head with a smile on her face, apologized to all the diners, and brought new good wine to finally settle the dispute, but there were still people around.  Whispering whispers.

    Liang Hua is a person who is keen to hear anecdotes and strange things. Hearing this, he leaned forward, "Does Miss Wan know about this disease?"

    Wan Yao didn't hold any grudges, and when he heard him ask this question, he answered truthfully: "It is recorded in "Su Wen" that 'fetal disease' is a disease contracted in the mother's womb. Because the mother suffered severe shock during pregnancy.  Or eat taboo water, causing Qi to go up but not down, essence follows Qi and goes against it, and finally affects the fetus.

    "Most of these children are born with different appearances and congenital deficiencies. Many people regard them as ominous. They either die early, or let the woman drown in the urinal as soon as they hit the ground so it is very difficult for them to grow up to such a large size.  "

    In the inn, an older guy came up and took the boy away. He lowered his head, but he didn't use the veil Wanyao gave him. He just spread out his own black cloth and tightly wrapped it halfway  face.

    "Let's stop looking at him." Wan Yao looked back, "Let's eat."

    *

    The thunderstorm gradually subsides as the evening approaches, and the wooden beams emit fresh moisture after the rain. The world outside the door seems to have experienced a catastrophe. The vegetation is drooping under the thick water drops, and each plant is heavy.

    The customers in the store gradually left, and soon only Wan Yao and his party were left, but at this moment, Liang Hua refused to leave no matter what, he wanted to rest here for a night no matter what.

    "Even if we start now, the gate of Chang'an will be closed when we get back. Instead of waiting outside for a night of cold wind, it's better to rest for a day and leave tomorrow morning." Although Mr. Liang is a lot shorter in a wheelchair, he is not reconciled in his imposing manner  Lonely, she clapped her hands behind her back and insisted, "I'm a patient. I've been tired all day and the carriage is bumpy. Anyway, I won't hurry!"

    Xiang Huan himself has a rough life, but he can sleep in a nest, but Wanyao has never had the experience of being out all night. It is emotionally and rationally unreasonable to think that he is a girl who does not come home at night.

    She stood at the door frowning and hesitating. Xiang Huan saw her in a blink of an eye and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to go back? If you don't want to stay, I'll see you off right away."

    Before he could speak, Liang Hua spun the wheelchair and moved forward, "Miss Wan, General Zhonglang, you all stay too? It's okay, I sent someone to explain to the two elders before leaving,  Wan Jing and Xiang Shilang are reasonable people, so I think they won't blame them."

    That's really a high opinion of their father.

    Neither Xiang Nantian nor Wan Yan was a good stubble, they were as docile as a sheep in front of others, but as cruel as a tiger in the rear, they became angry and refused to recognize their relatives.

    "Besides, look at this day¡ª" He immediately pointed away, "Even if you don't stop now, it will probably be too late."

    Liang Hua persisted again and again, but Wanyao was helpless. Although she always felt a little strange, she couldn't explain why for a while.  But after thinking about it, at least Xiang Huan was by his side, so nothing would happen.?The mist coming out of the hot water, I heard him say outside the door, "When I'm not on duty, let's go to Wuliang Mountain to watch the temple fair."

    The temple fair in Wuliang Mountain is held four times a year, which is different from temple fairs in other places, because at the foot of the Taoist temple, there are grand sacrificial activities every year.  Only sergeants with iron armor and cold guns can participate.

    Therefore, it has always been Wanyao's childhood dream to go to Wuliang Mountain to watch the temple fair.

    She immediately pawed at the tub, "Really?"

    "However, I heard that the road down the mountain is not easy to walk. I am afraid that if I hire a carriage in advance, I will have to sneak out, and the horse at home will not be usable"

    There was a slight movement in the room, but the sound was not loud, as if something had hit the table leg.

    Xiang Huanzheng absent-mindedly followed her arrangement and nodded, but suddenly saw Wanyao's voice stop suddenly, followed by an unstoppable scream.

    With a start, he suddenly grasped the snow-tooth gun, and rushed in without even thinking about it.

    This kick was so hard that the door bolt was almost killed on the spot, leaving only the door panel crumbling in mid-air.

    The room was filled with water vapor, full of fragrance and dampness, Wan Yao shrank in the bucket and stared at him dumbfounded, with her mouth open for a long time without uttering a word.

    She was still dripping water, her heat was white, her skin was white, but her face was reddening rapidly.

    Xiang Huan didn't realize that there would be such a consequence at all, he grabbed the gun at a loss and was stunned on the spot, as if he was more nervous than her, and even exploded violently when he didn't pay attention: "Damn, why don't you put on your clothes properly!"

    "I didn't let you in again!"

    "Then what's your ghost name!"

    Wan Yao plunged headfirst into the water, leaving half of his head out, and whispered in a weak voice, "There are there are mice"

    The old inn is leaking from all sides, and uninvited guests emerge in endlessly.  Xiang Huan lowered his head, only to find the rat that was having fun all over the room. It was probably also frightened by the sudden knock on the door, and ran around like a headless fly.

    He gritted his teeth secretly, threw the small knife at his waist, and nailed it to the ground with a "bang", which looked like a "big" character at first glance.

    Xiang Huan simply and roughly tore off the hanging curtain, threw a cover over Wanyao indiscriminately, quickly walked over to uproot the corpse, and then walked out without looking sideways.

    In the end, he added: "Hurry up and wash it, I will repair the door."

    The water in the bathtub seemed to turn cold in an instant. She covered her face in an extremely embarrassing way, not daring to soak any longer, and hurriedly grabbed her clothes and got up.

    By the time Wanyao brushed his hair and walked outside slowly, Xiang Huan had restored the door hinge to its original shape, even dismembered the big rat, and was sitting at the table washing the knife in his hand.

    The moment she approached, she clearly sensed the awkward atmosphere between the two

    Xiang Huan paused the hand holding the knife, and before Wan Yao could speak, he tried to cover up: "I didn't see anything."

    "I didn't ask you again." Isn't this even more suspicious!

    He had never encountered such a situation before, and he was inexplicably anxious, "My mother said that when we were young, we took a bath together. At that time, you were only over one year old. I washed it for you. You lived in my house.  Three months"

    The more Wan Yao listened, the more she collapsed, she put her head on the edge of the table and covered her face: "Can you stop talking about this"

    Perhaps it was belatedly that he discovered something was wrong, Xiang Huan finally fell silent, and kept wiping his dagger, the blade was so bright that it dazzled people's eyes.

    Simply when the air was so delicate that it was about to condense, someone knocked on the door to refill the room with tea.

    The other party was stunned for a moment, probably also surprised that there was an extra person in the room, but he filled two glasses knowingly, and left respectfully, not forgetting to close the door before leaving.

    It was rare that there was something that he could change hands. Xiang Huan sheathed his knife and reached out to drink. Wan Yao, who was opposite, also took a cup, and frowned slightly as soon as he put it to his lips.

    "etc¡ª¡ª"

    She stopped him suddenly, "Something has been added to the water." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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