Xie Liangchen rolled Song Xian's sleeves upward little by little, rolling them up to his elbows, revealing his strong forearm.

There was a knife wound on his arm, about four inches long, and although the wound was not deep, it was still bleeding.

Song Xian moved his eyes away from her and then looked at the map on the table. There was no emotion in his cold eyebrows.

Xie Liangchen did not make any noise to disturb Song Xian, turned around and pushed open the door, and found the guard outside: "Is there any medicine box?"

Chang An at the door was thinking about what happened to the eldest lady. He and Chang Yue followed the old man all day long, but did not notice that the old man had any contact with any woman, so why did he suddenly bring the person back tonight.

He couldn't help but ask Chang Yue if he fell asleep while on duty and had missed something?

"Medicine box?" Chang An came to his senses after a moment, "Is the uncle injured?"

The old man was in a bad mood and drove them all out and changed his clothes. Just as he was about to find an excuse to go in and take a look, Miss Xie came.

"Not serious," Xie Liangchen said, "but medicine is needed."

Chang An looked into the room, and the old man didn't say anything, that was acquiescent.

"I'll get it." Chang An said, taking the medicine box over and handing it to Xie Liangchen.

Xie Liangchen thanked her, closed the door, and walked to Song Xian with the medicine box.

The medicine box was very complete. Xie Liangchen used a strap to tie up his sleeves, cleaned his hands, found out the trauma medicine and cloth towel to start treating Song Xian's wounds.

In her previous life, Xie Liangchen bought and sold medicinal materials at the Su family, learned pharmacology, and helped her treat her in the pharmacy. Song Xian's minor injuries were no problem for her.

Xie Liangchen was busy with his head down. She knew that Song Xian must be looking at her. Out of distrust of her, her every move could not escape his eyes. She was not ready to play tricks, so naturally she was not afraid of Song Xian scrutiny.

After wrapping the wound, Xie Liangchen put down Song Xian's sleeves and thoughtfully smoothed the wrinkles, making the clothes look neat.

Xie Liangchen felt that his wave of flattery was careful and thoughtful, like a traitor. Who told Song Xian to believe that she was the culprit who caused him to return to twelve years ago?

In fact, who knows the truth, and whoever has the hard fist can only listen to whoever is strong.

"You used poison to deal with Ji Yuanshi?"

A low voice rang out.

If this was from someone else's words, Xie Liangchen would be a little surprised, but he was as smart as Song Xian. He could guess the rough one without seeing it with his own eyes.

Xie Liangchen did not hide it: "Yes, but I learned pharmacology to save people, but I never thought of hurting people. Ji Yuan killed my brother, and for revenge, I just wanted to burn him with him, so I didn't care about those things."

Song Xian said: "Ji Yuan was fooled, which shows that you have good methods."

Xie Liangchen said bluntly: "It's because he has no ability, but he relies on Ji Yuan's lust."

Hearing this, Song Xian raised his eyes and looked at Xie Liangchen's face. The girl's long hair was as black as clouds, her skin was as white as jade, her eyebrows were red in lips, and her long eyelashes were drooping, revealing a bit of tenderness.

Gentle? Just like she replied to him respectfully, she seemed very obedient, but in fact every word was resisting.

What she said was that as long as she was not lustful, she would not have to worry about falling into her trap. Is this giving him peace of mind or reminding him not to fall in love with her lust?

Song Xian didn't say anything, but Xie Liangchen felt his displeasure. People who were too smart were usually not easy to serve. If the person who killed Ah-di back then was Song Xian, even if she wanted to fight for her life, she would not have any chance.

Xie Liangchen continued: "I studied pharmacology in my previous life for business, so I didn't learn well. I will pay more attention in this life and learn as much as possible."

Song Xian said lightly: "Why?"

Xie Liangchen said: "It is convenient to see myself for medical treatment. After I recover my memory, I will know the origin of the jade pendant."

Song Xian said casually: "You haven't forgotten."

She was shrouded in the sense of oppression, and on the surface, she felt a tense string in her heart. Xie Liangchen said, "I dare not forget, the uncle has been kind to me. At the last moment of his previous life, it was the uncle who helped me get revenge."

The atmosphere in the room was slightly better, and Song Xian picked up the teacup in front of him and drank it.

Only then did Xie Liangchen say the most important thing about this trip: "Uncle, I will leave the Xie family tomorrow and go to Chenjia Village in the west of the city. From now on, I will take my grandmother and Ah brother to live with me."

Xie Liangchen reported to Song Xian about taking her dowry back and the mountain. People like Song Xian were mentally conscious of being a little bitchy, but she had to say it. She would make things less speculation and doubts when she said it clearly.

Song Xian looked at Xie Liangchen. She broke off the engagement in one day and left the Xie family. It seemed that she had a deep resentment towards the Xie family and the Su family.

He also thought of himself surrounding and suppressing the bandits and arresting Manager Xu, who had contact with the bandits, and did not want to keep those annoying things for a moment.

After saying that, Xie Liangchen had nothing to report and bowed and said, "Uncle, then I'll go back first."

Song Xian did not stop him, and Xie Liangchen picked up the medicine box and walked out of the house.

When he opened the door, the cold wind blew again. The haze in Xie Liangchen's heart also dissipated a little. He turned around and closed the door gently.

A sentence suddenly popped up in my heart: Being with you is like a tiger.

Isn't it? Whether she wants it or not, she is always in contact with people who will win the throne in twelve years.

Before the door was completely closed, Chang An looked at his uncle through the crack of the door. The uncle seemed to be looking at the documents and maps. Chang An was shocked and became more and more confused about the identity of Miss Xie. The uncle did not avoid Miss Xie when dealing with official duties. What kind of trust is this?

This kind of thing has never happened before!

Xie Liangchen handed the medicine box to Chang An: "Is there anyone else who needs to see the injury?" The group of people in the yard stood there like a sculpture and didn't speak, all of them were covered in blood.

Chang An glanced into the room: "No need, the doctor will come later."

Xie Liangchen nodded. When they met for the first time, they naturally believed in their medical worker more. Song Xian would let her do it because they wanted to investigate her intentions.

As he was about to walk out of the yard, a thick smoke suddenly choked into his throat. Xie Liangchen coughed and turned to see the stove with fireworks coming out.

After a while, the cook rushed out and whispered: "How to take care of it? The firewood is wet, and the room is full of smoke. When can I prepare the meal?"

Xie Liangchen asked Chang An: "Can I go over and help?"

Chang An asked Song Xian what he meant, and Xie Liangchen was taken into the kitchen.

"I'll help you."

The cook didn't care at first, but when he saw Xie Liangchen pulling the noodles thin and long, he secretly felt that this little girl was really capable.

The noodles rolled into boiling water, and the noodles were filled with fragrance as the steaming water vapor was steaming.

When the noodles were out of the pot, Xie Liangchen took off his apron and walked out of the yard with Chang Yue.

The cook brought the noodles and side dishes into the main house.

The cook told Song Xian: "The little lady helped make it, and it smells very fragrant."

But the young lady was an outsider after all, and the cook said, "I have tried both noodles and dishes, no problem."

Song Xian didn't say anything, and the chef bowed and stepped back.

The aroma of the food gradually came, and Song Xian was moved by the heart, and his eyes were still on the official documents. He suddenly returned to twelve years ago. He didn't remember the details of some official business very clearly. Now he read them all, not only to clarify his thoughts, but also to be familiar with everything around him.

"Where is Axian?"

A cheerful voice came, and then a man pushed open the door and strode into the room.

Song Xian looked up, but before he could look at the person in front of him, the man shrugged his nose and turned his face off the table.

"A new cook comes to home? Why is it so delicious?"

The man stepped to the table in a few steps, then raised his bright eyes: "Axian, do you eat?"

"Not to eat." Song Xian heard his voice.

The man smiled and said, "It's a pity to leave it alone, I'll eat it for you."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the sound of sucking noodles came from the room. Perhaps it was too loud, and Song Xian actually "gurgled" in his stomach.

He felt hungry.
Chapter completed!