Dandere General and his Lord

"Mafei Powder does have the effect of relieving pain," the old military doctor replied, "but this medicine is expensive and not a slave is qualified to use."

"You!" Cheng Qianye almost laughed angrily, "Come on, doctor. I'll repeat it to you again, use the best medicine, whether it's used by nobles or slaves, only use the best and most effective medicine. understand?"

The old military doctor agreed in fear.

Not long after, a servant came over with the freshly fried sesame seeds.

Cheng Qianye felt distressed that Mo Qiaosheng was seriously injured, so he sat on his head and gave him medicine.

Mo Qiaosheng raised his head with all his might, leaned a little out of the way, and silently drank the medicine with a spoon without saying a word.

Cheng Qianye looked at the beautiful sea blue on his body, and slowly a golden edge appeared, which gradually became firm, conspicuous, and dazzling.

The golden color that represents constancy and loyalty.

Is this allegiance to me? Cheng Qianye felt a little embarrassed.

I just gave him a medicine. This poor little one may have never been better to him.

But there was nothing on his lips. If I hadn't been able to see the color, I wouldn't know.

She folded two pillows and gently placed Mo Qiaosheng's forehead on them. He found a hollow jade tube, put one end into the medicine bowl, and let Mo Qiaosheng hold the other in his mouth.

"Come on, it's less tiring to drink like this."

Mo Qiaosheng lowered his head, his eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the shadow of his hair, only a pale chin and thin lips with a straw were exposed.

Cheng Qianye quietly held the medicine bowl for him, watching the brown medicine slowly diminish.

Suddenly, a clear drop of water dripped into the concoction.

Another drop followed.

Cheng Qianye was stunned for a moment, looked up and saw Mo Qiaosheng's thin, bloodless lips, shaking gently, and the crystal clear tears fell down his cheeks and rolled into the bowl.

"Why are you crying?" Cheng Qianye patted his head, "Does it hurt? Stop crying, it will be better after drinking the medicine."

The thin lips were differentiated, he loosened the straw in his mouth, turned his face away, and buried his entire face in the pillow, the silent but slightly trembling shoulders revealed his uncontrollable emotions.

Don't cry.

Cheng Qianye was at a loss. How to comfort this man when he cried, I have no experience.

She had to keep stroking his hair lightly.

He is really too bitter, I just want to be nicer to him in the future.

The old military doctor treated Mo Qiaosheng's wound and stood up straight.

He bent over and saluted Cheng Qianye: "Reporting to the lord, the patient's legs are inherently old, and this time they have new injuries. Although the minister has tried his best to treat him, it may be difficult to recover."

"What do you mean by not being able to return to the way it was before?"

"Don't think about martial arts and fighting." The old military doctor glanced at the hospital and coughed, "Between the two, it's okay."

Rao is that Cheng Qianye admitted that he was very thick-skinned, and when he heard this, his face was inevitably red.

"First... Sir, ask for tea outside."

You people don't think of slaves as human beings. Is it really okay to speak out about this kind of illness directly?

She invited the military doctor to the outside world and gave a sincere salute.

"Please do your best, sir. He is still so young and has practiced martial arts hard. It would be a pity if he was disabled."

The old man stroked his beard, nodded and said, "The master's house is kind-hearted, and it is a blessing for the people. It was really unthinkable, but when I was in Bianzhou, there was a chance."

"Please also give me some advice, sir."

"On the west mountain of Bianzhou, there is a hot spring with constant temperature in all seasons. This spring is shaped like a crescent moon and is called Moon God Spring. It was originally the owner of the city of Bianzhou, and it is a private and exclusive villa. This spring has a special feature that damages muscles and bones. , stasis and evil cohesion, has miraculous effects. Long soaking, has many curative effects, such as removing rot and regenerating, expelling wind and dampness, and many other curative effects. It is symptomatic of the patient's injury.

Cheng Qianye clapped his hands: "It's easy, my department just wants to stay in Bianzhou to guard, even if I take him to hot springs every day, it doesn't matter."

Chapter 10

Mo Qiaosheng vaguely heard a lingering violin sound, and someone beside him seemed to be whispering.

He woke up from his slumber and found himself in excruciating pain.

But physical pain was a regular occurrence for him, and he was used to it.

What made him nervous was that he was lying on a warm and comfortable couch at the moment, with a dry and soft pillow.

The room was warm, and there was no cold feeling at all. A thin silk quilt was covering his body, avoiding the wound on his lower body, and laying gently on his back.

He felt someone vaguely beside him, so he didn't open his eyes immediately.

Two low voices of dialogue came, it seemed that two servants were talking.

"This man looks very ordinary. I don't know where the master sees him?"

"That's right, it's far worse than Xiao Xiu and Lu Yao. Look at the scars on his body, it's disgusting."

One of them laughed: "Maybe it's a skill in that area."

Another person sneered: "Who said no, I heard that he was favored by the lord at Weibeihou's banquet and brought him back to serve him all night. The lord never forgot about him."

"For him, the master actually gave away all the huáng horses left by the old marquis, tsk tsk."

"It's a disaster. You didn't listen to what the old officials said about the lord."

...

Mo Qiaosheng's hand hidden under the silk quilt clenched tightly.

The memories of yesterday gradually became clearer.

that noble man,

Do not,

He is already my master.

The master gently touched my head with a warm hand.

Afraid of my pain, give me painkillers.

even fed me himself,

He was so gentle, and in order to make it easier for me to drink, I rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find a tube, and I didn't even have to lift my head to drink the medicine that the slave didn't deserve at all.

He got such a bad name because I was pulling his pants and begging him, so he had to exchange that BMW for me.

Although the owner generously gave me the best medicine.

But……

He remembered what the doctor had heard before he fell asleep.

"Don't think about practicing martial arts and fighting. It's okay between the two."

From now on, can you only live by relying on the things you once hated the most?

A slave like me is of no use to the lord except to add a bad reputation.

Mo Qiaosheng suddenly began to regret, if at that time, I could bear it...

He remembered the three disgusting princes.

One of them stretched out his dry, bark-like hand to him, pinched his cheek, and tried to put that finger into his mouth.

Do not! There was a surge of anger in him, and I couldn't accept it even if I died.

I should have let myself die on the spot.

Why did he humbly stretch out his hand at that time, begging the master for help, and implicated such a gentle master.

They are all speaking ill of the lord because of me.

And I, a half-crippled slave, can no longer earn face for the master.

Even, there is no chance to exchange that BMW.

...

At this moment, Cheng Qianye did not know that Mo Qiaosheng was in deep self-blame.

She was sitting in the wing room, gently curling up and playing a Qin Zheng.

At the end of the song, the wrist is condensed, and the voiceless tone enters Yao Ming.

Xiao Xiu and Lu Yao applauded loudly.

"My lord's zheng skills have advanced so much. It seems that Xiu'er has never heard of this song." Xiao Xiu said with a look of admiration.

Cheng Qianye looked at his hands, his fingertips hurt. At this time, the zheng was not equipped with special nails.

Traveling back to this era, Cheng Qianye knew nothing about rituals, music, calligraphy and painting, and the six arts of a gentleman.

Fortunately, when I was young, my mother took me to a guzheng interest class, and I passed the tenth grade of the guzheng test.

Today, in this world without any electronic devices for entertainment, this skill that I didn't like to learn at the time has become the only entertainment item that Cheng Qianye can handle.

She took a pen and paper, drew the nail pattern for the guzheng, and marked the size.

He waved to Lu Yao, "Give me a pair of this with a tortoiseshell. It needs to be smooth on all sides and thick enough."

Lu Yao is a handsome man with picturesque features. He carefully took the piece of paper and put it in his arms cautiously, "I'm going to find a good tortoiseshell, and let the skilled craftsman polish it, so the lord will not be disappointed."

While speaking, he used those beautiful fingers again to hand over an ebony box, and gently opened it in front of Cheng Qianye.

"These are some newly acquired gadgets. My lord, let's see if there's anything you like." He was respectful and flattering.

Xiao Xiu secretly pouted in displeasure.