Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

The twelfth lunar month was approaching the end, and the snow on Lingyun Peak was getting bigger and bigger, and the duplex palace was covered with a thick layer of gray snow.

In the small courtyard, a large round stone table was filled with steaming dishes. Song Hongli sat at the table and ate his lunch calmly.

Luo Qingzhi was ten steps away from the stone table, holding up a huge stone pillar with both hands over Horse Stance.

On the cold winter day, a layer of fragrant sweat oozes from her forehead.

Luo Qingzhi looked angrily at the two people sitting on the stone table in front of her... No, it was a man, a skinny monkey, her stomach grumbled pitifully.

Song Qinglian had been recuperating in Lingyun Peak for nearly a week, and her injuries were almost healed. Only her right hand was still wrapped with a thick cotton cloth.

She was very well taken care of by Song Hongli, her face was much rounder, and she became more and more delicate and cute, but she could no longer be called a skin monkey.

Now Song Qinglian is sitting on his senior brother's lap. Senior brother's expression is usually indifferent, but he is feeding Song Qinglian very gently in his hand.

"Senior brother..." Luo Qingzhi said pitifully.

"Senior brother, I know I'm wrong. I won't tease little nephew casually anymore. I've been standing all morning, and I haven't had a sip of water..."

Song Hongli went back to Luo Qingzhi while continuing to feed Song Qinglian.

"This is your own fault. Who told you that you are always no big or small, and this is the case with your senior brother. This time, I will give you some punishment. You should stand up first."

After this little junior sister figured out her own weakness, she pushed herself to the ground and scratched her every day while she was not paying attention.

Luo Qingzhi was not willing to let herself go until she begged her for mercy.

Where does this put his Face?

So Song Hongli will never let Luo Qingzhi go easily this time.

On the other side, Song Qinglian narrowed her dark eyes and looked at Song Hongli who was feeding her.

Seeing that Song Hongli kept putting spoons full of rice dishes into his mouth, Song Hongli didn't even take a bite.

So Song Qinglian raised her right hand, wanting to take the spoon.

When Song Hongli saw this scene, he grabbed Song Qinglian's small paw wrapped in gauze: "Don't move, the wound will open."

Seeing this, Luo Qingzhi was also a little worried: "Senior brother, my little nephew's right hand was injured so badly, and it hasn't gotten any better after a few days of recuperation. What should I do?"

"That's right, it's also time to treat Qinglian's injured right hand and blocked tendons..."

After Song Hongli heard Luo Qingzhi's words, he said thoughtfully and softly.

.........

Soon, Song Hongli collected many elixir from his Spiritual herbs garden in Lingyun Peak to restore Meridians to Song Qinglian.

"Purple Salvia, Baicao Dew, Celestial Immortals, Celestial Immortals, Ksitigarbha Flower, Karma Red Lotus... Boil for half an hour on medium heat."

Song Hongli watched the "Compendium of Herbs" while putting these Spiritual herbs into the cauldron for no money.

On the other side, Luo Qingzhi outside the door saw this scene, and her amber eyes were filled with surprise, envy and jealousy.

This is an elixir that no one else can ask for. Even if he asks his senior for a long time, he will give him one.

Thinking of this, Luo Qingzhi stared viciously at Song Qinglian, who had been in his brother's arms all day and refused to leave.

Hmph, this little nephew is really lucky to be so loved by his senior brother.

It's too small to waste this little time with my senior brother. What if this little senior nephew takes my own senior brother away one day?

Don't say she is unfounded, the woman's intuition tells her that this little nephew is definitely not so simple.

It is very likely that he will be one of his future rivals, or the most difficult one.

After all, she has the advantage of age and can act like a spoiled brat to her senior brother. Damn it!

On the other side, Song Hongli looked at the "Compendium of Herbal Medicine" on the table and fell into contemplation.

He didn't understand this very well, so Song Hongli could only put all the fairy grass and Medicine Pill into the pot, and then these things seemed to have a strange chemical reaction.

The soup turned dark purple, and it looked as thick as glutinous rice, and it kept gurgling and bubbling.

Song Hongli felt like a witch making potions now.

"Uh, this... can't kill people, right?"

Song Hongli lowered his head and smelled the liquid in the pot. The faint herbal fragrance was not too uncomfortable.

Feeling that it was almost time, Song Hongli poured the liquid in the pot into the large stone basin he usually used for bathing.

A few pieces of red-hot charcoal are placed under the stone basin, which are used to heat the bathtub for a long time.

"Qingzhi, come and take your little nephew to take a bath."

After placing the change of clothes and toiletries next to the bathtub, Song Hongli stuck his head out the door and shouted outside.

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