Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Chapter 14 Hand comb

With the sound of cicadas chirping, the weather is getting hotter, and it’s summer before you know it.

The wolf’s pen was placed on the white rice paper, and the delicate handwriting was the medical record, not half scribbled. From the earliest wound treatment, to drug detoxification, to the dredging of the meridians and reviving the Dantian three months ago, each treatment step and each medication plan are written in detail and bound into a book for future medical records. reference.

The more Wuhuan’s mental state, Song Qingshi did not know how to write, hesitated for a long time, and finally simply sketched a few strokes in the medical record, comparing before and after, it seems that there is a trend of improvement.

The more unhappy the life schedule becomes regular and busy.

He found an unused sword in the treasury, and got up to practice for two hours before dawn, and then waited for Song Qingshi to clean up, read two hour books with him, learn medical knowledge, in the afternoon, study anatomy together or try to make medicine and alchemy, in the evening. , After dealing with Yaowanggu’s internal affairs, he meditated and practiced Qi for two hours.

The monk’s physique does not require high sleep, so he does not want to waste time and only sleeps for one or two hours a day. If Song Qingshi insisted on having a meal together, he even wanted to use bigudan instead of food.

Song Qingshi never thought that he still had time to persuade others to study leisurely in this life.

Yue Wuhuan said that he had wasted too much time, fighting for the day.

Because of his previous experience in foundation building and his aptitude improved, he soon returned to the sixth level of Qi training, and rebuilding the foundation is just around the corner.

Song Qingshi looked at the improving physical condition on the medical record, and let him go.

…

With the arrival of summer, Song Qingshi discovered the benefits of ice silk. He loved to wear silk pajamas in the original world, and he likes to sleep in the soft and natural touch of silk, which can be regarded as a little perseverance in his unspecial life. Immortal ice silk is a few grades better than mortal silk, sticking to the body, as light as nothing, slightly cool and moist, sweeping away all the heat.

He asked Medicine Servant to purchase a few pieces of plain ice silk to make modern two-piece pajamas. Every day I wear a wide, wide, large neckline, long-sleeved T-shirt and loose-fitting trousers. Sleeping is very comfortable.

He tried to give the improved version of pajamas to the more unhappy.

Yue Wuhuan looked at his pajamas for a long while, refused, and then went to practice another time sword.

Song Qingshi still wanted to cut his hair. He was not used to big men with such long hair. He stayed at home every day and didn’t want to waste time combing his hair. He held the scissors and gestured in front of the mirror for a long time and wanted to start. The more Wuhuan came in and saw. He snatched his scissors and lost his temper for the first time: “What is the Lord going to do?!”

After learning the reason, he gave Song Qingshi a lesson.

“Body, hair, and skin are precious. In the eyes of the world, there are only three situations in which men cut their hair.” Yue Wuhuan could hardly control his anger, and his voice was severe. “One is a monk, the other is a guilty person, and the third is What kind of arrogant person does the Lord want to do?”

Song Qingshi shook his head frantically: “I don’t think about anything, but I think my hair is too broken and it is troublesome to comb my hair.”

“Let me try.” Yue Wuhuan sighed after learning the reason. He took the fragrant wood comb on the mirror stage, poured some orchid ointment into the palm of his hand, and carefully arranged his fine hair with thin and long hair. The braids are fixed, and then they are all rolled up into a bun, and then a crown made of white jade is put on, and finally reluctantly let go, “Is this good?”

“Very well, your hands are so clever,” Song Qingshi looked at the hair that was combed many times more neatly than his own, and asked after complimenting him, Wuhuan, should I find a maid who combed my hair? ”

Yue Wuhuan paused with the comb in his hand, and controlled the faint evil thoughts, and asked softly: “My lord…doesn’t like my haircut? You need someone else to do it?”

Song Qingshi immediately denied: “I’m afraid you are overkill.”

The more Wuhuan turned his head and smiled: “Wuhuan gets the Lord’s great favor, and I don’t want to repay, and I can hardly sleep at night. If I can do a little bit for the Lord, I will feel a lot more peaceful in Wuhuan’s heart…”

Song Qingshi heard that doing this would make him feel good, and decisively agreed: “If you don’t find it bothersome, I will ask you for my hair.”

Yue Wuhuan gently closed his sideburns for him, and responded with a smile.

When he was young, he had seen the prince’s elder brother pull the hair for the princess, gentle and careful in every way.

At that time, he admired his brother who was the number one military commander in the army. He didn’t understand why he had to do such boring things. But his brother told him cheerfully, “He was holding his hand and combed his passion, but he kept his hair around the front edge. Xiao Wuhuan, when you grow up, you will understand the fun when you meet someone you like.”

At that time, he didn’t understand.

Now, he understands what it’s like to let the love thread slip across his fingertips and stir his heartstrings.

The fragrant wood comb was placed on the lips and kissed gently.

If you can hold your hair for a lifetime, can you get fate in the next life?

…

Song Qingshi solved the troubles and was very happy.

He suddenly remembered something, and asked Yue Wuhuan: “In two days, would you like to accompany me to Lecheng? I have customized a batch of experimental equipment in Tianji Pavilion. The objects are expensive and the structure is complicated. Tianji Pavilion is afraid of mistakes. Let me personally. The past explained. And… I heard that Lecheng is rich in food and wine, and the dance music in Xianwulou is also excellent. Let’s see it?”

He was put into the book by the system teacher for a long time, and he was busy treating his illness every day, and he had never looked at the appearance of the fairy world seriously. Although the memories of the original body are constantly merging, I always feel a lot of things confused and shortcomings.

Recently, he also realized with hindsight that he has a healthy body and a long life span. He doesn’t need to be afraid of running out of time like the original world, and race against time to learn, lest he paralyzed and couldn’t get up at any time. Can’t save oneself.

Everyone says that this kind of life is very boring…

Now, he can spare a little time to experience the interesting life of normal people.

Eat the food that the doctor forbidden to eat before, do the exercise that the doctor forbids to do, even, he can taste the taste of wine, and study why so many people are obsessed with it.

Although I don’t know if I will like these things, I always have to try before I know the answer.

Song Qingshi thinks about the new life in the future, a little exciting and little expectation.

Lecheng’s invitation is the beginning. On the one hand, he wants to let Yue Wuhuan go out to relax, not to stay with him so thoroughly and become a hibernated clan. On the other hand, he is worried that he has communication difficulties with strangers and Tiangong Pavilion can’t listen. Understand the medical terminology and cannot understand the production requirements. It will be much more convenient if there is more Wuhuan to help communicate.

Yue Wuhuan thought for a moment, then agreed.

On the day of departure, Yue Wuhuan put on a curtain and covered her face with a long soap gauze.

Song Qingshi was puzzled: “Are you afraid of getting tanned?”

Yue Wu Huan smiled: “The Lord will understand later.”

Song Qingshi thought for a while, and understood, Wuhuan must be afraid of becoming a disciple with such a beautiful appearance. Song Qingshi immediately took all the magical items and poisons with him, told him to go out and follow him closely, and made a simple anti-wolf potion and gave it to Yue Wuhuan, telling him that spraying it out will make the pervert at least half blind. month. The more Wuhuan happily accepted it, and put it together with the other powders that he prepared.

The two took the fairy beast to Lecheng.

Lecheng is the closest big city to Yaowang Valley. It is built around the river and has convenient transportation. Therefore, the market is prosperous and has everything to do, and there are countless monks coming and going.

Song Qingshi felt like a soil bun who had just entered the city, his eyes were not enough. What are the golden fruit dew and blue moon drink sold by Xianji in Chaliao? All have to be tasted! What is the strange fruit on the fruit stand? Buy it back and study it! The paper figures made by the hawker who can sing are really interesting. The beauties in the flower house are dressed up as flying dances in the murals, soliciting guests in the air, and glaring at him one by one. He looked at him for a long time and couldn’t help but turn the gods. Nian stretched over and probed…

Is such a vulgar fan also worthy of attention?

Yue Wuhuan waited and waited, unbearable, and finally broke his head back and asked, “Does it look good?”

Song Qingshi retracted his mind and quietly replied, “This girl has a macular spot on her eye, and there may be something wrong with it.”

The more Wuhuan: “???”

What is the obsession with the eyes of the Lord?

The author has something to say: Without Wuhuan’s stop, Song Xueba would probably be the first Xian Xiawen protagonist to cut his hair and wear a T-shirt in Jinjiang history.