"When I think about Master in my heart, I am not afraid of anything."
There was a smile in Shen Zhimu's eyes. He knew that he had taken in a sweet-tongued apprentice, but he didn't expect that the little apprentice's mouth could be so sweet at this time. She was so frightened and still said she was not afraid.
"Is there any injury on your body?"
Shen Zhimu saw that his apprentice seemed fine.
"have."
"Um?"
Nan Qing spread his hands in front of him: "My fingers were cut by grass. When I climbed up from the river valley, I grabbed the vines. The vines were rough. My palms still hurt from the scratches.
Red."
The white and small palms are indeed a little red, but not too scary. There are a few small marks scratched by grass on the white fingertips.
To Shen Zhimu, such an injury was not an injury at all.
The wounds scratched by the grass have healed, leaving only a small mark.
Shen Zhimu wanted to say that it was nothing, but looking at these delicate hands, he remembered that the little apprentice was a little girl raised by a wealthy family. Such a girl is inevitably squeamish. She probably has not been hurt since she was a child.
, this is hurtful to her.
"Master, I'll give you some medicine and you'll be fine tomorrow."
"good."
Nan Qing obediently spread his hands.
Shen Zhimu took out a bottle of good wound medicine from the Qiankun bag, then dipped a white handkerchief into the powder and dabbed it gently on her hand.
"..." The demon soul simply didn't notice.
This little girl is not simple.
Zhong Yu tied up the village chief's family and tied them up in the woodshed before returning. As soon as he entered the house, he saw the master holding a handkerchief and meticulously applying medicine to his junior sister!
Zhong Yu had never seen such a gentle master before.
"Is the little junior sister's hand injured?" Zhong Yu asked as he walked in to check. When he saw the little junior sister's wound, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth...
Is this also called an injury?
The master is holding a medicine in his hand that even a hundred taels of gold cannot buy?!
What a blast!
Zhong Yu remembered what the senior sister said in her letter that the master loved his little junior sister very much. Now he finally saw that this was not love at all, it was doting!
Thinking about the treatment he received when he became a disciple, Zhong Yu suddenly felt heartbroken in comparison.
Is this the difference after accepting a female disciple? A pampered girl.
That's not right. Senior Sister and I became disciples at the same time. Master treated Senior Sister equally at that time as he did him.
"Master, I'm sleepy."
Shen Zhimu took a look and saw that the little apprentice had been in a panic all day, but now that she was relaxed, she felt completely sleepy.
Shen Zhimu put away the handkerchief: "The medicine has been taken. When you rest, be careful not to touch the quilt with your hands."
"Well, I understand."
Shen Zhimu and Zhong Yu exited the room. The village chief's house has a courtyard with three entrances and three exits, and there are many empty rooms for living.
Zhong Yu: "Master, can I tidy up the front yard for you to live in?"
"No, just this side room will do."
Shen Zhimu chose the house next to his young apprentice.
Zhong Yu cleaned up the room and came out for his old man to live in, and then he went to clean up his own room.
Have a good night's sleep.
At dawn Zhong Yu got up to make breakfast. He first prepared breakfast for his master and his junior sister, and then they ate breakfast together before sending these people to see the officials.
Zhong Yu was cooking rice porridge in the kitchen. It was still dark, but the master actually got up.
Shen Zhimu, dressed in white, came to the kitchen carrying a medicine bag.
Zhong Yu stood up: "Master is going to cook some medicine, but Master is not feeling well? Just leave the cooking of medicine to your disciple."
"No, this is your junior sister's medicine, I'll just fry it."
After hearing this, Zhong Yu stood up and planned to find a pot for decoction, but he saw the master took out a medicine cup from the Qiankun bag. The purple gold medicine cup is used to decoct medicine, and the efficacy of the medicine will not be lost at all.
"Master, what's wrong with you, junior sister?" You actually need to use a purple gold medicine cup to boil the medicine.
Shen Zhimu did not answer this question.
How could I tell my second apprentice about my younger apprentice’s boudoir affairs?
