Chapter 39: Don't talk if you want to survive

"Go away, don't talk."
Gu Jiu lowered his voice and sternly told the three maids.
He hurriedly left the orchard, crossed a courtyard wall, and returned to the backyard.
Gu Jiu's face turned pale, with sweat on his forehead.
Gu Jiu was relieved until he returned to Puxianyuan.
"girl……"
"Don't say anything." Gu Jiu decisively interrupted Qingmei.
"Today's thing, you should not have happened. In short, remember my words, you are not allowed to say a word, unless you want to die."
The sentence of wanting to die caused the three maids to shiver together.
Ome lowered her voice and asked cautiously, "Is it really dangerous?"
Gu Jiu's expression was unprecedentedly solemn and serious. She stared at Qingmei, "If you want to survive, just listen to me. Don't ask about today's affairs, don't talk about it, don't think about it. Remember?"
The three maids of Qingmei nodded together, "The slave and maid remembered. Today, I went to the orchard behind for a round. The girl was tired and came back after a break."
Gu Jiu nodded, "Yes, that's it. No matter who asks, say that."
it's dark!
Gu Jiu sat by the window, holding a book in his hand.
She has a calm expression and will show a knowing smile when she sees what she likes.
Gu Jiu was calm and comfortable, and infected three maids.
Qingmei and the others finally broke free from the tension and anxiety before, Qi Qi let out a sigh of relief.
The green bamboo burned a pot of hot water and poured it into a wooden barrel. He walked to the door and shouted: "Girl, the water is ready."
"I'll come here." Gu Jiu put down his book.
Today, I rushed for a day, and went to the orchard behind to stroll around. My body was slimy.
Gu Jiu walked into the room to wash.
After washing, the exhaustion was wiped out.
Gu Jiu was wearing a comfortable cotton shirt, sitting by the window, blowing the night breeze, waiting for his hair to dry.
Qingmei took a dry towel and wiped Gu Jiu's hair.
"The girl is weak, don't keep blowing. Beware of colds."
Gu Jiu smiled softly, "The weather is so hot, don't worry, I won't catch a cold."
But she closed the window, leaving only a gap.
Then he picked up the pu fan and fanned it slowly.
Qingmei hesitated, and asked in a low voice, "Does the girl really know how to heal?"
Gu Jiu laughed and said, "It's bluffing! I just read a few books of medical skills, and understand a little bit of medical science, wherever you can be called good medical skills."
Qingmei heard the words and said with a smile: "The girl bluffed people up and looked decent, and the servants and servants believed it."
Gu Jiu laughed and squeezed Qingmei's cheek, "It's so good."
...
The meditation courtyard next door.
Sitting on the couch, Liu Zhao took off his clothes, revealing the wound on his leg.
On the thigh, a huge wound was terrifying.
Zhao San took out the wound medicine and said, "Subordinates change the medicine for the son."
"Ok!"
Liu Zhao's complexion was light, and he simply uttered a hmm.
Zhao San squatted down, first scrubbed the wound with cotton cloth, and then applied wound medicine.
The wound medicine stung the wound, and the muscles in the leg twitched.
But Liu Zhao didn't change his face, his expression was still faint, as if that leg was not his. He is still holding a book in his hand and is reading it carefully.
Zhao San suddenly made up his mind and boldly said: "The son is seriously injured, and ordinary medicine doesn't work at all. Let the subordinate go down to the city to hire a doctor to treat the son."
Liu Zhao said calmly: "It's okay."
Zhao San was not reconciled, and said: "If the son is worried about the leak, it is better to let the subordinates tie up the girl Gu in the yard next door. Since she knows how to heal, she must have a way to heal the son's injury."
Liu Zhao put down the book in his hand, looked down at Zhao San, and said with a calm expression: "This matter is not in a hurry. My injury does not matter, it will be better sooner or later."
"There is no good cure and good medicine, how can it be cured? The subordinate is worried, if it is late, the son's leg is afraid..."
"Are you afraid that my son is lame?" Liu Zhao asked calmly.
Zhao Sanhe nodded.
Liu Zhao suddenly laughed, "Don't worry, this son can't be lame. Let's do this today, you go to rest first. Remember, don't do extra things."
"but……"
Liu Zhao's eyes were cold for an instant, and Zhao San couldn't say the rest of the words.
Zhao San reluctantly bowed to salute, "Subordinates retire."
Liu Zhao picked up the book again, flipping through the pages with the candlelight.
...
A barracks a hundred miles away.
Luhou Peiren was in the Chinese army camp, playing with a peerless sword in his hand.
Mr. Dou, the sergeant, was around.
Mr. Dou said: "Master Hou, Gongzi Zhao is still staying at Tianmen Temple."
Luhou Peiren gave him a meal and snorted coldly, "You didn't let you send someone to attack him and make him retreat. Why is he still in Tianmen Temple?"
Mr. Dou said: "The Emperor Zhao was indeed injured and he is currently recovering from his wounds at Tianmen Temple. However, depending on his attitude, he has made up his mind to return to Beijing only if he sees Master Hou."
Lu Hou Pei Ren frowned, "How can Ben Hou see him? He is a grand grandson and left Beijing privately. If Ben Hou sees him, the yellow mud will fall off his crotch, not shi or shi. No see!"
Mr. Dou hesitated, and said: "I heard that after Gongzizhao was injured, he has not consulted the doctor for medicine. Lord's nephew."
Luhou Peiren sat down and looked angry.
Mr. Dou said again, "The other King Zhao's people have also arrived in Jinzhou. Today, I asked the person to send a generous gift. Would you like to look at him?"
Luhou Peiren sneered coldly, "One and the other are messing around. Benhou heard that the brother of Xie Mao, an official of the Donggong Palace, is also in Jinzhou?"
"Exactly! Xie Mao's sister, married Master Gu as a concubine, Jinzhou governor. Later the original wife passed away and Xie's family was strengthened."
Lu Hou Pei Ren laughed mockingly, "Dare to love everyone is looking at Ben Hou."
Mr. Dou said: "That's because everyone thinks that Lord Hou is the most profitable and can be bought with money. Moreover, Lord Hou holds a heavy weapon in his hands. It is difficult for the princes of the capital not to be tempted."
"Haha..."
Luhou Peiren laughed loudly, "Everyone is here, so let's just see and forget it. Go, bring up the gift from King Zhao, Benhou wants to see how powerful King Zhao is."
Mr. Dou slapped twice, and soon, soldiers outside the door carried a wooden box and walked in.
The box was heavy, and the two soldiers had to lift it with difficulty.
Put the box on the ground and make a dull noise.
After putting down the box, the soldiers consciously left the camp.
Mr. Dou stepped forward and opened the box.
In an instant, the camp was radiant.
All kinds of jewelry, plus half a box of gold.
A rough estimate is that it is as large as one hundred thousand taels.
Luhou Peiren snorted coldly, "Wang Zhao is worthy of his majesty's most beloved son. It's such a big handwriting."
Mr. Dou asked: "How does Hou Ye plan to dispose of this box of jewelry?"
Luhou Peiren smiled and said, "As usual, if it is included in the account book, it is written that Zhao Wang has donated military funds."
"Subordinates obey. Where is the son?"
Luhou Peiren snorted, "Send him a doctor over, so that he can heal his wounds. Tell him that after he is healed, he should roll back to the capital. The northwest is not where he should be."
"Master Hou didn't see him?"
Luhou Peiren said casually: "When it's time to see him, Benhou will meet him."
Mr. Dou bowed his orders, walked to the entrance of the camp, and suddenly remembered another thing, "Knowing Lord Hou, according to the guards, Miss Xi went to Tianmen Temple today."
Luhou Peiren frowned suddenly, "Dead girl, don't give up. Has anyone come back?"
"is back."
"Let her come to see me. Forget it, let me see her."
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