Luo nine needles

Chapter 112

Doctor Sui didn't dare to say a word until after applying the medicine, and Huo Lian turned around and left without stopping after applying the medicine.

Seeing Huo Lian disappear into the cell without looking back, Doctor Sui let out a sigh of relief.

"Old Sui, even if I can bring the dead back to life, I still can't figure out people's hearts." He muttered softly, "I thought the governor cared a lot about this woman."

The jailer took a sip from the jug outside, and said with a smile, "I care, you are right."

Doctor Sui snorted: "Don't tease me, lock it up if you care?"

The jailer laughed: "That's right, of course what your lord cares about is that you need to be locked up with a chain." Having said this, he said, "Miss Liang was different from this lady at the beginning. Miss Liang was not injured, so I don't need you, you do not know either."

Ms. Liang, of course Dr. Sui knows, everyone knows that it is the treasure in the heart of the governor.

What doesn't he know?
"Miss Liang was me at the beginning." The jailer pointed at himself with the jug, "I personally put on the chains for her."

His hands turned and turned in the air.

"One after another, one layer after another, they were tied firmly for a full year."

Doctor Sui was shocked: "Really?"

"Of course it is true." The jailer said, "What are you doing to lie to you, but what?" He smiled again, "Now that the governor and Ms. Liang are in love, there is no need to mention these things."

Doctor Sui sighed, and suddenly realized: "I understand."

He looked at the sleeping girl lying on the bed.

It turns out that the governor has this habit.

Huo Lian walked in front, and Zhu Chuan followed behind.

"Don't worry, I told the palace."

"I went to see His Majesty in person, and said that there is something wrong before I leave the house."

"Your Majesty said he understands, and told you to go directly to the imperial study and wait instead of going to court."

Huo Lian nodded and hummed.

Zhu Chuan jumped to the other side again, and lowered his voice: "Should I check if there is any movement inside and outside the capital? You must know what happened, right? Why did you get hurt like this?"

Huo Lian ignored him.

"You shouldn't have ordered the city to be cleaned up that night." Zhu Chuan continued, "Someone must have come to check for traces, and then we'll catch them—"

Huo Lian glanced at him: "What does this matter have to do with us." After saying that, she took the rein and got on the horse, "I think you are too free. The queen is going to the palace to enjoy the flowers. You can follow."

After that, he urged the horse to move forward.

Zhu Chuan looked aggrieved: "Where am I free? It has nothing to do with us? Then why did you leave that woman at home, treat her wounds, and watch her day and night?"

In the end is to control or not to ah?
After Huo Lian left, the inner house became quiet.

Liang Siwan came out from the room and stretched out facing the spring scenery all over the courtyard, but she was not full of energy, but rather tired.

It must be tiring to serve the governor.

The maidservants on both sides were used to lowering their heads.

"Miss, go and rest." They wrapped the cloak around her.

Liang Siwan hummed, and didn't go to her courtyard, but to the kitchen first——

"I haven't been sleeping well recently." She said, "I'm going to cook porridge for myself."

Although these things can be told to the cook, Miss Wanwan occasionally cooks and makes tea by herself, saying that she wants a familiar taste.

The taste she is familiar with has to be made by herself, even if she tells the cook the recipe, she doesn't like it when the cook makes it.

Everyone is used to it.

As long as Miss Wanwan doesn't leave the back house, she can do whatever she wants in this world, she can have whatever she wants, and she can do whatever she wants.

Because there are only Huo Lian and Liang Siwan in the inner house, the kitchen is very relaxed, and the kitchen is quiet when the host is not at home.

But when Liang Siwan came over today, the kitchen was still busy, several cooks crowded inside, seemed to be studying some rare delicacies, so focused that they didn't hear the sound of chains.

"That does not work."

"It's not hot enough."

"People who are seriously injured can't add this flavor."

seriously injured?Liang Siwan's footsteps paused slightly, who was seriously injured?
The soldiers and guards of the Ducha Division are famous for their viciousness, but they are also mortals. When they hurt others, they will also hurt themselves, and it is common for them to die from serious injuries.

However, Huo Lian regards her family as the chief inspector, and the front and back yards are still separated. The kitchen and medical center in the front yard are all equipped. If there are wounded, they will take care of them in the front yard, and they will not use the back yard for eating and drinking.

Unless it's Huo Lian herself?

In the past few days, he has returned late and left early, and has hardly met each other.
"Who is seriously injured?" Liang Siwan asked directly, "Is it Ba Zi?"

The cooks saw Liang Siwan standing at the door, they were startled, as if they were frightened, and no one spoke for a while.

Liang Siwan looked past the cook, and looked at the stove, where several pots were cooking and stewing. It was fragrant, but had a distinct smell of medicine.

"For him?" she asked again.

Ms. Liang had to answer her words. A cook shook her head: "No."

No?

Liang Siwan was a little puzzled.

"It's not that the governor is injured." Another cook hurriedly said.

Liang Siwan snorted, and when the cooks were nervous and she continued to ask, she turned and walked away.

"Then do your work." She said, "Cook me porridge when you're done."

The cooks hadn't reacted yet, and Liang Siwan had already gone far away when they responded chaotically, and several of them stood outside the door, patted their chests and exhaled.

"It scared me to death," said one of the cooks.

Another cook laughed: "What are you afraid of! The governor is not afraid, what are we afraid of?"

Even so, he lowered his voice.

This is actually not a question of being afraid or not, someone sighed and looked in the direction Liang Siwan left.

"What if Miss Wanwan falls out of favor?" She whispered.

Liang Siwan's status is not as good as that of a woman from Yanhua Alley.

"Don't think too much, the governor didn't say anything." Another cook whispered, "Where is there a newcomer?"

"You don't need to listen to what the governor says about this kind of thing, just look at how the people below do it." A cook said, pouting outside, "Look at Lao Sui's appearance, he never set foot here before. , Now we have the confidence to let us cook food and drink, and we can only do it in our backyard kitchen.”

What does it just have to mean?It means that people belong to the back house of the governor.

"I don't know what it is like." A cook whispered.

The other cook didn't care about the newcomers, but rather sighed: "I didn't expect to add newcomers, I thought."

I thought Huo Lian was really dedicated, but it seems that all men in the world are the same.

"Don't say that. What is the identity of the governor? After so many years, it's fine." Others quickly retorted.

A cook coughed heavily behind him: "Is it okay for the master to talk about it?"

It is inevitable for the servants to talk about the master's family, but their master is Huo Lian.

Moreover, they were assigned officials and servants, and if they offended the master's family, what they lost was not their livelihood, but their lives.

"You guys," said the cook, "the good times have passed for too long, and everyone has become frivolous."

That's right, Huo Lian doesn't care about the inner house, Miss Liang walks alone, and doesn't regard herself as the hostess, the servants only need to perform their duties, life is really easy.

"Okay, okay." Someone shouted, "Hurry up and prepare the meals that Doctor Sui asked for, this old man can make trouble by rolling around."

"Don't forget Miss Wanwan's heart-warming porridge." Someone else said, "It's just a meal for two people, can't we handle it?"

Everyone in the kitchen laughed.

"Let's not talk about two, ten or eight can handle it."

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(End of this chapter)