I Don’t Want To Fight Anymore After Wearing An Outer Room

  Chapter 71 The Weak Third Master

  Wen Jiuxiao has indeed been in a coma for more than three days. Although he is not as weak as he has shown, he is still unable to go out now.

  He was lying on the bed with his hands folded on his chest, and he didn't know what he was thinking with his eyes open. For a long time, he kept this posture motionless, and the breeze felt tired for him.

   "Third Master, why don't you close your eyes?" Qingfeng couldn't help it anymore, and he had never seen anyone resting with their eyes open.

  Wen Jiuxiao moved this time, but it was the eyeballs that moved. Looking at Qingfeng with cold eyes, without any emotion, it took half a cup of tea to move away.

   Qingfeng can't wait to give himself a mouthful, let you talk too much, and make the third master unhappy, right?

   After a while, Qingfeng couldn't help it again, and said, "Master Yu, Miss Yu—"

  He wanted to say, "Miss Yu must be very distressed if she knew that you ruined your own body because of her." When the third master suddenly turned his head and stared at him with dark eyes, he was so frightened that he forgot everything.

   "Go to Peach Blossom." Wen Jiuxiao sat up and lowered his head to put on his shoes.

Qingfeng was dumbfounded. With a plop, he knelt down, and hugged the third master's leg, "Third master, please take pity on the poor little one! If you leave the house today, Mrs. Hou will beat the little one to death .”

  Wen Jiuxiao frowned, his cold eyes fell on Qingfeng's face. Qingfeng cried even louder, "——It's for the sake of the little one being on your shoulders, third master, last time Mrs. Hou hit the board really hurt—"

  Wen Jiuxiao silently turned his head, expressing his disgust, and said, "Tomorrow." Tomorrow he must go out, and he must go to Peach Blossom.

"Okay!" Qingfeng stopped talking immediately, as long as the third master doesn't make a fuss about leaving the house today, we can talk about tomorrow's matter tomorrow, "Thank you, third master, for your compassion." With a grateful smile on his face, Emma, ​​it's not easy for him .

  Wen Jiuxiao glanced at him, then silently turned his eyes away. Weeping and laughing, did not see.

   The next day, Qingfeng didn't stop him, and went to drive the car with a sad face. He already had a premonition that Mrs. Hou had prepared a board for him, but the master was wayward, what could he do?

   Not long after leaving the Hou Mansion, the carriage was stopped by someone.

  Yang Zhangzhu, the little princess of Zhenbei Wangfu, sat on the horse, blocking the way forward.

  Qingfeng cursed bad luck secretly, and replied in a low voice, "Third Lord, it's Princess Yang." He has already caused the third master so badly, how dare he show up?

  Wen Jiuxiao stuck his head out of the car window, "What's the matter?"

   "Master Xiaowen, I'm going back to the northwest."

  Yang Zhangzhu looked at this cold man with complicated emotions. Since she was a child, she wanted the wind to get the wind, the rain to get the rain, even if she wanted the clouds in the sky, her father wanted to set up a ladder to tear some pieces off for her.

   With this man, she knew for the first time what it meant to be unattainable, and what it meant to be unwilling.

"Bon Voyage!"

  "Master Xiaowen." Seeing that Wen Jiuxiao was about to put down the curtain, Yang Zhangzhu hurriedly called to him, "Why? What's wrong with me? Why don't you want to marry me?" Her expression became agitated.

  Wen Jiuxiao was not moved at all, "Princess, please respect yourself." He lowered the curtain with a swish, and the person disappeared from the window, "Let's go!"

  The blood in Yang Zhangzhu's body was cold, and he stared at the carriage driving towards him in disbelief.

  Him, let her respect herself? Is her Yang Zhangzhu's pursuit for so long a joke? She froze in place, but still followed Yang Qing who came to look at her and grabbed her.

  Yang Qing looked at the distraught princess and frowned. Mrs. Xiaowen obviously has no intention, she insists on rushing, can this kind of thing be forced?

  Zhenbei Prince’s Mansion was quite ashamed because of this incident, and Yang Qing also criticized Wen Jiuxiao quite a bit, but on this matter alone, Yang Qing felt that Wen Jiuxiao was quite wronged.

   "Princess, you have seen me too, should you go back?" Yang Qing urged.

  Yang Zhangzhu acted as if he hadn't heard, watching the carriage go away with deep eyes.

  That face still pleases her so much. Then, if she can't get it, no one else can get it!

  Yang Zhangzhu's eyes were full of jealousy and madness.

  Seeing Lord Jin Zhu this time, Yu Zhi was a little surprised, "Third Master, are you sick or injured?" This expression is not right, people, it seems to be a little weak, like recovering from a serious illness.

  Wen Jiuxiao originally wanted to say nothing happened, but changed his mind when he said something, "Well, I got a little injury."

  Yu Zhi moved quickly, "Don't move, Third Master, I'll help you."

  She held Wen Jiuxiao's arm, and carefully helped him all the way from the courtyard door into the house, "Cherry, put an extra cushion on the chair, and bring a pillow here."

   Only then carefully supported him to sit down, muttering, "Third Master, be careful, don't tear the wound." It was like treating a fragile porcelain doll.

  Wen Jiuxiao, who has never been treated like this before——

  He was tempted to say no need, he wasn't that weak. But seeing the way this woman tightened her hands carefully after busy work, he didn't want to talk anymore.

  Wen Jiuxiao had never sat on such a soft seat, feeling a little uncomfortable, and subconsciously straightened his body.

  Yu Zhi supported his back and slowly helped him relax, "Yes, third master, relax your body, you are injured, you don't have to be so particular about how you sit comfortably."

  Through the thick clothes, Wen Jiuxiao could feel the softness and warmth of that little hand, and couldn't help chasing her hand until she leaned against the soft pillow.

  After the initial unaccustomed—well, it's actually quite comfortable.

  Yu Zhi looked at Lord Jin Zhu's face, tsk tsk, pale, must have bled a lot, right?

"Your face is pale, you must have lost too much blood." Yu Zhi looked very experienced, and ordered, "Mother Jiang, go dig some spinach in the yard next door and make spinach egg soup at noon. Cherry, you go to the butcher shop in Qianjie Check online, do you still have pig blood and pig liver? Buy some, they are all for blood. Third Master, you should eat more."

  Wen Jiuxiao, who didn't shed a drop of blood, nodded silently, "Okay!"

   This woman was chattering and busy, Wen Jiuxiao didn't feel noisy at all, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and instead of being lifeless when he was in the mansion, he actually looked in a good mood.

  Qingfeng wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and it had to be Ms. Yu, look, the third master didn't lose his temper anymore, how obedient? It's really the right time to come to Peach Blossom.

  Yu Zhi thought: She doesn't care about him. When a monk hits the clock one day, isn't she still resigning? You have to finish striking the clock for today, right?

   Mrs. Hou, who learned that her son had left the house early in the morning—she was numb and unable to get angry. He doesn't care about his body, so what can a mother like her do? Don't follow your mother!

   He was even thinking: The third child's marriage can't be discussed for a while, since he likes it so much, why should his wish be granted? Getting people into the mansion also saves him from thinking about running out all day long.

  (end of this chapter)