Chapter 377

As soon as Zhong Chun distracts song Xijiao's attention with a joke, song's mother's voice rings out in the yard: "Xijiao, Zhongchun, eat late!"

Afraid that his mother would push the door in, song Xijiao immediately jumped off Zhongchun's leg.

But do not want to step a slip, almost fell, was a pair of powerful and warm hands to hold.

She spat out her tongue and said with a smile, "scare me!"

As soon as she looked up, she saw that the robe slipped from Zhong Chun's shoulder, revealing his injured arm. Her eyes widened in surprise and grasped his wrist: "how can the wound be so deep? You still pretend to be OK!"

Her voice was angry and her eyebrows were raised.

"It's really OK. It'll be OK in a few days."

"How many days? Three hundred days? Or two hundred days? "

Her beautiful eyes were full of anger, and she was clearly distressed, but her words were ferocious. Zhong Chun was very helpful to her.

There are many people who care about him, but they only bore him.

Only song Xijiao, as long as her eyes, a word, his heart will be warm, even the line of sight are clear.

He sat at the table and watched her go in and out, busily taking out bandages, wound healing drugs, strong liquor and a little goat grass. When they were ready, he put the goat grass on the wound. After a while, he took off the goat grass and carefully cleaned the wound with her own strong liquor.

Just sprinkled a little, then nervously raised his head to ask him: "does it hurt?"

Zhong Chun smiles and shakes his head: "no pain."

It's not a lie. It really doesn't hurt.

He would not frown even if she washed it directly with strong liquor.

I still remember that when his mother just passed away, he went to assassinate the queen at night and was stabbed in the abdomen by the Queen's bodyguard. The queen locked him in a deserted room for three days.

He did not escape until his father took people and rescued him.

During those three days, he spent every moment in pain.

With that experience, later no matter what he was injured, he would feel worthless.

"It's so deep. Are you really fighting? Is that swordsman too careless? Next time I meet him, I'll give him a good beating. "

Zhong Chun was amused by her smile: "I want to compete with him, the sword has no eyes, how to blame him on the head."

"Then I should have beaten you first!"

"You can hit me whenever you want, as long as you don't move and ignore me."

"It's not that you always make me angry!" Song Xijiao was angry. "How many times have I told you that Hu que already has a girl she likes, and you always eat his vinegar. He was angry with me. He said that he had a confidant who would go up and down the mountain with you and stare at me fiercely... "

"What a confidant."

Zhong Chun interrupts her, raises his hand to bounce a brain collapse on her forehead.

"Don't tamper with my words at will. What I'm saying is that there are women willing to accompany me up and down the mountain. If I do, you won't be jealous?"

Song Xijiao raised her head and said solemnly, "if that woman has a favorite object, I won't be jealous!"

"What if it's me that she likes?"

"If you dare to come near her, I'll kill you."

Zhong Chun chuckled in a dull voice. Then he grasped her wrist and pulled her into his arms. He said in a low voice, "you are the only one in my heart, and you are around me. There will be no second person. Not before, and never will be. "

"Me too

As soon as song Xijiao finished speaking, she looked at Zhong Chun suspiciously.

"You see, here you are again. The only man around me is not only Hu que. What's the relationship between me and Hu que? You don't know and are jealous."

Zhong Chun a smile: "I am very clear you and he is what relation, not clear person is you."

"Why don't I know?"

Zhongchun is too lazy to argue with her. Anyway, as long as Hu que doesn't make it clear, the silly girl will be confused all day, because she has too many things in her heart to think about these problems.

But in fact, as long as she takes out half a day's moment and meditates carefully, she will find something wrong.

If Hu que really has no intention of her, why should he pay 600 yuan more to buy a second entrance courtyard in order to be a neighbor with her?

However, even if he knew Hu Que's ghost idea, he didn't pay attention to it.

Because he knew that song Xijiao had never seen Hu que with the eyes of a man, which is why he was so hostile to Ling Ziqing, but he tolerated Hu que again and again.

The transfer of the teahouse was very smooth, and the rest was repainting and decorating.

Song Xijiao didn't know anything about this, but she was embarrassed to bother Ling Ziqing. She had to rely on her own experience. So when she was free, she took Hu Que and went to the best tea house in Jinzhou City.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard a sonorous and powerful voice: "after a while, general Meng pulled out his sword and stabbed the bandit. He stabbed the bandit in his intestines, his stomach was rotten, his eyes turned straight, and he cried out that grandfather would spare his life. General Meng gave a cold drink and accepted his life. He pulled out the sword and stabbed it into his chest again..."I saw a high platform in the middle of the teahouse. There was a table on the table. A man was standing in front of the table, and his mouth foam was flying.

Interested in finding a table nearby, song Xijiao asked for a pot of tea, a plate of snacks, while drinking tea and listening.

After staying for a while, Hu que said with a smile, "it's the story of Meng Xinghe, a family of generals."

"Mengxinghe?"

Song Xijiao only felt that the name was familiar to her, as if she had heard it somewhere.

"This great general Meng is not ordinary. He is invincible. He has made great achievements in war at a young age. He has broken more than 600 enemy troops and rescued more than 300 prisoners of war with his own strength. He is a mythical figure."

"This little brother!" The storyteller on the stage suddenly pointed to Hu que, shook his head and said, "you're wrong!"

Hu que shook his fan and said with a smile, "I have not heard the story of general Meng Da ten times, but I have also heard it 20 times. It's like reciting the story like a family treasure. What's wrong with me?"

The storyteller snorted with pride: "although the story of general Meng's fame in the first World War is well known to all, many people only know one of them, but they don't know the other."

Song Xijiao said: "what's the second one?"

"Yes! You know what you said

"What I hear is similar to that of this little brother. Tell me what's wrong."

"Don't be so cynical and say it quickly."

Several tables nearby also followed suit and looked at the storyteller one after another, waiting to hear the story of the great general Meng.

The storyteller shook his head and hummed, "it's OK to tell you!"

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