Village Girl Struggle

Jiang Ying was busy with his hands, and suddenly felt a little hairy behind his back.

Turning his head and looking up, it was Zhao Xi who was standing at the door, looking in his direction, pursing her lips, her eyes widened and her eyes faint.

"Xiao Xi?"

Jiang Ying called out suspiciously.

Zhao Xi took a few steps forward, glanced at Du Hong a few times, and said, "Master Du Hou is seriously injured."

It's really annoying to get hurt to get sympathy from others.

Jiang Ying said, thinking that Du Hong would be worried about his life if he couldn't wake up, and his mood was very bad, and he didn't want to talk too much.

Zhao Xi walked to the bed, but reached out and grabbed the veil in Jiang Ying's hand.

"Sister Ying, let me come."

Jiang Ying was taken aback.

Zhao Xi straightened her face and explained solemnly, "I just saw that Sister Wang called Ding Bao to help take care of Du Shun. I think Master Du Hou also needs a man to take care of him here. Although Sister Xiaoying is careful, after all There is a difference between men and women, maybe Master Du Hou will feel embarrassed."

Looking at Zhao Xi's **** and white eyes, Jiang Ying couldn't say what he opposed.

Mother Luo, who had been lingering at the door, walked in at the right time and interjected a word carefully.

"Young Master Zhao Xiao said, after all, there are differences between men and women, so it's better for the young lady to avoid suspicions. If the young lady is afraid that Young Master Zhao is inexperienced, why not let the old man help scrub?"

Although Mr. Du Hou and the young lady have some contacts, they did not have a wedding after all, and it seems that Mrs. Du Wen from the Ding Guo Hou Mansion does not have much regard for the young lady, so as the old lady who knows the rules next to the lady, Mrs. Luo I feel that I have a responsibility to talk more.

Zhao Xi blinked, and suddenly felt that Madam Luo's old face was so good-looking.

Jiang Ying looked at Mother Luo and Zhao Xi. He felt that if Du Hong chose himself, he would rather be a teenager to help him change clothes...

Jiang Ying, this is a heart-to-heart comparison. Imagine if she was injured and unconscious, she wouldn't be willing to let an old man come and help herself to do these private things.

Jiang Ying handed the veil in her hand to Zhao Xi, "Then bother Xiaoxi, Mother Luo, let's see how the medicine is cooked."

Jiang Ying and Mother Luo both went out, and only Zhao Xi and Du Hong, who was motionless on the bed, remained in the room.

Now that he volunteered to help, Zhao Xi had no choice but to suppress the unhappiness in her heart, and worked very hard to help take off Du Hong's dirty clothes, and wiped it clean with a clean veil.

Although he has been practicing martial arts for many years and has great strength, he is only thirteen years old after all. It's not easy to just turn Du Hong over, and after doing this, he sweats a lot.

Zhao Xi sat on the chair beside the bed, wiping sweat with her sleeves.

Looking at the slender figure of the person on the bed. I couldn't help but snorted.

Hmph, my little master will be no worse than yours in three or four years.

What would a big man do if he was born so enchanting?

When Jiang Ying came in with the medicine bowl, he happened to see Zhao Xi staring at Du Hong and wrinkling his nose and making faces.

Zhao Xi saw the medicine in Jiang Ying's hand. Immediately jumped off the chair and volunteered, "Is the medicine ready? I'll feed it."

Seeing that Du Hong had put on a clean new dress, Jiang Ying couldn't help but nodded in satisfaction. However, the medicine bowl was collected.

"Xiaoxi, you have worked so hard. Go take a break and take the medicine. Let me do it."

Aiming at Zhao Xi's grimace, Jiang Ying couldn't worry about entrusting him with the important task of feeding medicine.

Jiang Ying's words were gentle but firm, Zhao Xi rolled her eyes, knowing that Jiang Ying could not be persuaded, and said in vain. "I'm not tired, Xiaoying, you feed the medicine first. If you want me to help, just call out. I'm right next door..."

Zhao Xi turned around one step at a time and walked to the courtyard.

He couldn't help but peered straight in through the open window, but saw Jiang Ying sitting on the bed, holding Du Hong's upper body halfway in his arms, holding a spoon in one hand, and a kerchief in the other, wiping out the medicine. , The expression is focused and gentle, if you say that this is ruthless, then I really don’t know what sentiment is like...

Zhao Xi turned away.

It was Du Xiaohou who obviously drank the concoction, why did he feel bitter in his heart?

Jiang Ying took a lot of effort to pour a bowl of medicine into Du Hong’s mouth. Fortunately, he had long thought that there would be spilled. Jiang Ying made two bowls of medicine to make sure that Du Hong drank enough. .

Mother Luo came in and took the medicine bowl away. Seeing that it was too late outside, she persuaded, "The young lady has been tired for a long time, so it's better to go to rest. Here, Lord Duhou, there is an old slave guarding her."

Jiang Ying shook his head, "Mrs. Luo, go and rest by yourself. The doctor said that if you don't wake up in these two days, you will be worried about your life. I still can watch here to be relieved."

Mother Luo wanted to persuade again, but seeing Jiang Ying's expression on her face and tears in her eyes, she knew that she would not change what she had made up her mind, and said, "The old slave is guarding outside, just in case If you have anything, the young lady can also call the old slave."

Jiang Ying nodded, and Mother Luo left a lamp on the table. Seeing that there was really nothing she could do right now, she went to rest on the outside couch.

With the light, Jiang Ying carefully observed Du Hong's situation.

After drinking the medicine, Du Hong's pale face seemed to have a trace of blood, but Jiang Ying looked at it carefully, and the trace of blood seemed to be invisible again, as if it were all Jiang Ying's hallucinations.

Jiang Ying stretched out his hand from time to time to touch Du Hong's forehead. Sometimes it was cold, sometimes it seemed to be a bit warm. When it was warm, Jiang Ying waited for Du Hong to wake up with joy, but most of the night passed, Du Hong was still the same. .

It was late at night, and Mother Luo outside was too old after all, and could not hold back falling asleep, and she could still hear her snoring.

Jiang Ying was also very tired, but she was completely drowsy.

She was sitting on the side, looking at Du Hong's face, fantasizing that the closed Phoenix eyes suddenly opened, showing a familiar smile to herself.

Jiang Ying felt that time passed very slowly, and Du Hong was silent all the time. Even if he coughed, moving his eyelids was a good sign.

She also felt that time flies extremely fast, seeing that the night is about to pass, and Du Hong who does not wake up will be like the doctor said, there must be the possibility of never waking up...

The lampstand on the side of the table, like a candle with thick fingers, had burned to only a small part, and the flame was teetering, and there was a kind of despair.

Jiang Ying could still sit quietly in the middle of the night, waiting for the bowl of medicine to go down, Du Hong could get better.

However, seeing Du Hong halfway through the long night, Jiang Ying's heart began to burn.

Jiang Ying held Du Hong's hand on his forehead and cheek, pretending to be Xiao Fengfeng touching it gently.

"Little Fengfeng..."

Jiang Ying's voice was low and dumb, and he didn't know whether he was talking to Du Hong or was talking to herself.

"Get better soon, please."

"Whether you are the original little Fengfeng, as long as you survive, this king...I will never leave you at will..."

She has been in this different world for many years, looking back on the past, and apart from missing people and things in the past, she has not yet begun to reflect on the old female prince freely and passionately.

A beautiful, dedicated and enthusiastic man like Xiao Fengfeng, if he were to be put in this different world, I don’t know how many women would be crazy about it, crying and crying to marry him...

Don’t you see, even the founding princess Bi Ling was unsuccessful, and she finally became a female Taoist priest.

But Jiang Ying, who was in the blessing but didn't know the blessing, flatly refused Murongfeng, and wanted to marry a young man he didn't know well, which eventually led to both deaths.

And Jiang Ying and Murongfeng died together, and it was a blow to that young man?

"Little Phoenix, Little Phoenix..."

Open your eyes, I am here to guard, not going anywhere!

"As long as you live, I..."

Jiang Ying promised eagerly, what Xiao Fengfeng was worried about, Jiang Ying naturally knew.

Although I can’t marry, but...

"We have a baby... we have a baby that looks as good as yours..."

Well, if this is Xiao Fengfeng’s hope, if Xiao Fengfeng can wake up...

Before Jiang Ying's voice fell, he heard a creaking sound from the window lattice.

When Jiang Ying looked back, the strange sound disappeared, only the rustle of the autumn wind blowing through the treetops.

The candle on the lampstand has only a bottom left, and the light of the candle gradually fainted. Jiang Ying stared at the lampstand, tears full of tears.

Mother Luo placed a spare candle next to her when she set the lampstand. Jiang Ying was stunned for a while before remembering to change it.

When I got up, I felt dizzy and dizzy. I thought I was getting up fierce for a while, and I hurriedly supported the head of the bed with one hand.

When I opened my eyes again, the room was already brighter.

The young man in front of the lamp, like jade, placed the newly lit candle on the lampstand, his eyebrows were closed, his eyes were quiet.

Jiang Ying only glanced at him, then withdrew his gaze.

Now her thoughts are all on the seriously injured and dying man, but she doesn't have the energy to think so much.

Zhao Xi lit the candle and sat down at the desk, silently.

Zhao Xi looked at Jiang Ying, and Jiang Ying looked at Du Hong.

I don't know how long it has passed, even the newly lit candle is only a half, and the sky outside the window is a little pale.

Jiang Ying turned his head dullly and looked out the window.

Suddenly, he was shocked, calling his name in Du Hong's ear in a panic.

Kissed on Du Hong's face again, like rain.

Zhao Xi's eyelids blinked, and she moved her gaze away.

The movement in the inner room awakened Mother Luo who was sleeping in the outer room.

Mother Luo hurriedly entered the house to take a look, but she happened to see Jiang Ying's bewildered behavior, she couldn't help but stepped back a few steps, and said to herself, "The old slave is going to boil today's medicine."

Du Hong's face was a bit cold. Even if Jiang Ying dropped countless kisses, it seemed like a stone statue. Suddenly the stone statue became wet, but Jiang Ying cried himself, tears wet Du Hong's face.

Zhao Xi stood up a little stupidly, walked a few steps forward, opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Jiang Ying cried for a while, but stood up and wiped Du Hong's face with the kerchief.

The night is over, but people are still not awake.

I want to come just as the doctor said.

Jiang Ying just felt like a ball in his heart.