Chancheng doctor girl

Chapter 61 Borrowing Clothes "Ask for Support, Tickets, Subscribe. 》

Ji Yunxiao looked at the body wrapped in a quilt, like a dumpling. In the cold wind at night, as long as his face felt cold, he felt that the boots on his feet were rotten and his toes were exposed.

He really looked like a beggar he had never seen before, even more tattered than when he took in that kid back then.

Ji Yunxiao couldn't do anything, the fragrance of flowers outside didn't block the stench on his body, the smell of blood was too heavy and too stinky.

With so much blood, he didn't seem to feel weak or hungry.

Ji Yunxiao couldn't guess the mystery here, so he chose to solve the mystery.

He came to the door of the lighted room, the door was closed, and he knocked.

"dong dong dong dong"

"Who is it?" Mei Hua and Miss have already eaten dinner, and she is making underwear for the young man.

Hear a knock on the door, go out and open the door.

"Yeah." The door opened, and Mei Hua saw the bloody boy he had seen in the main hall, who was wrapping his body in a quilt.

"Pfft" Mei Hua thought of Zongzi and covered her mouth with a smile.

Ji Yunxiao saw a girl, dressed in old clothes, washed white, but very clean, this girl, he guessed that she did not look like a nun.

Is it really like what he guessed, this is the family temple of a family, but I don't know who is in the room and whose patrons.

Being laughed at by the girl, Ji Yunxiao could only laugh bitterly. His appearance became a joke, and he recognized it. Who made him unlucky to be chased and killed?

"Girl, can I borrow a set of clothes?"

"This son, the slave is making a set of clothes for the son this afternoon, as well as underwear, and the son's shoes are broken? The slave will make a pair of cotton shoes for the son."

After Plum Blossom laughed, she saw that this young man seemed to have recovered from his injuries, but he did not see that there was a weakened expression on his face.

"grateful!"

When Ji Yunxiao heard the girl's voice, he remembered it, like one of the voices he heard in his dream, one of the people who saved him.

The other one should also be a woman.

From the door that the girl opened, he saw that there seemed to be a bed in the door, and he vaguely seemed to see a thin figure in the light.

"Master, you are standing here, it is not convenient for my lady to see you."

Plum Blossom has been here for 7 years, and she still knows a little bit of etiquette. Her young lady is Miss Qian Jin, and it is inconvenient to meet a stranger, a stranger, at night.

"Well" Ji Yunxiao is not convenient to go in and see other people's young lady in this state.

It's not that I'm afraid of other people's jokes, it's that I'm embarrassed, and his noble son will also be shy.

When the maid laughed at him just now, his face was already red, but the maid couldn't see it in the dark night.

Mei Hua entered the room and said to Liang Xiwen in the room, "Miss, it's the injured son. He wants to borrow clothes."

"Yeah." Liang Xiwen already knew from the chatter outside. It was clear that the person must have eaten the Qingquan in her hand. He was injured and woke up.

You are so lucky to have met her.

Meihua brought the clothes made in the afternoon and the underwear made in the evening to the door together.

"Master, this is the clothes that the slave servants made for the master in the afternoon and evening when he saw that the master was injured and his clothes were rotten."

"Thank you" Ji Yunxiao's language is concise, and only these two words can contain infinite gratitude.

"Young master, wait a minute, the slaves will prepare hot water for the son, and ask the son to bring the hot water to the hall to wash."

"it is good"

Mei Hua thought very thoughtfully. In such a cold weather, the young man's wounds could not be washed or wiped. He could smell the blood on the young man's body.

With so much blood, it must be dirty.

She was in the lady's room again, brought out a basin, poured a little hot water from the stove, and poured a little cold water from a bucket.

Holding this basin of water at the door, seeing the young master holding clothes in his hands and surrounded by quilts, he could only help him carry it to the next hall.

When Ji Yunxiao came out just now, he opened the door of the main hall, and now they came to the main hall.

The maid lit the oil lamp, making the whole hall light up.

"Master, don't wash the place where you are injured, the servants will bring you food in a while."

Ji Yunxiao nodded: "Yeah"

The maid thought so thoughtfully, and could feel the warmth from a strange woman.

Is this arranged by her lady, or do you still have to make up your own mind?

If her young lady hadn't given instructions, the servants wouldn't dare to do so many things for him!
Ji Yunxiao looked at the fabric in his hand. The fabrics of his coat and underwear were all good materials, similar to what he usually wears.

Dressed in such a shabby maid, but made clothes for him with such good materials.

Ji Yunxiao didn't know whether they lived in poverty as an ancestor worshiper, or whether a young lady who lived here was originally living in poverty.

Ji Yunxiao watched the maid go out, thinking a lot in his mind, and closed the door of the palace with his hand.

He took off the quilt on his body and tore off the tattered clothes piece by piece.

Dry blood stains, and the tattered clothes are attached to his body. He tore off these tattered clothes, as if they were peeled off layer by layer.

Take that pair of tattered shoes off too, socks rotten, shoes rotten too.

There was a handkerchief in the basin. He wiped his face with the handkerchief, and then wiped his body again. He didn't feel any pain.

It was found that the skin that had been wiped was good, and Ji Yunxiao looked puzzled and surprised. .

He remembered that he had been hit with many knives and sword wounds. At this moment, he was rubbing his body. Everywhere, it seemed that he had never been injured.

The blood was not his, as if the wounds were only in a dream, with only tattered clothes and bloodstains, a proof that he had been injured.

Ji Yunxiao felt amazing, is this an immortal art?
Or did he eat elixir?It's as if no injuries have ever happened.

He thought about it and saw the mystery of his body, and then he felt cold, put on that new set of clothes and underwear.

The maid did a good job, and the underwear and clothes fit well.

Ji Yunxiao got dressed, looked at the pair of tattered socks and the pair of tattered boots, and smelled the stench from there.

I would rather go barefoot than wear it.

Looking up, he saw the god and Buddha again. He put his hands together and said sorry.

"Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva has been offended a little, it is good and good."

"Master, are you ready to wash up?"

Ji Yunxiao opened the door of the main hall and saw the girl just now, holding her a plate of steaming steamed buns and a bowl of water.

"Young master, this is the bun left by the servant. You go to bed after eating. It's cold outside at night. Your injury is not yet healed, so take a good rest."

"Well, thank you." When Ji Yunxiao saw the maid, he wanted to ask her. Hearing her words, his mind was wondering, doesn't this maid know?Is his wound healed?

"Young master, you don't need to thank me, you eat first." Mei Hua said, nodded and walked out. She rarely sees an outsider. Seeing the shy son, she could only lower her head and walk out gently.

"it is good"

Ji Yunxiao was eating steamed buns and drinking water. The more he thought about it, the more interesting he became. He had met a noble during this catastrophe, and he could turn a bad luck into a good one.

(End of this chapter)