In the next room, under the dim light, fragments of a celadon bowl were scattered next to a pool of potion on the ground.

On the bed, a skinny young man curled up in a corner of the bed. When he saw someone coming in, he screamed, "Ahhhh..."

Sharp and harsh.

After screaming for a long time, the voice became hoarse and turned into a hissing sound like a python spitting a message.

Ji Zimo looked at the scene in front of him, heartbroken.

He walked forward, sat in front of the couch, put his hand carefully on the young man's shoulder, trying to comfort him.

But the young man slowly turned his head and when his eyes fell on Ji Zimo, he was dull and desperate.

He stretched out his arms out of thin air, and his hands fell down weakly like lotus pods with their heads cut off, accusing him of the severe trauma and abuse he had suffered.

Ji Zimo's face turned ugly. He stretched out his hand to catch the hanging hands and held them in his palms.

Feeling the coldness and stiffness in his palm, his heart felt as if it had been struck by a knife.

"Hongfei, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you."

He Hongfei tilted his head to the side after listening to his promise. He didn't seem to care about revenge.

He opened and closed his mouth wide, as if he wanted to tell him something, but at this time, he tried his best, but his hoarse voice could not make a single sound.

The more he wanted to scream, the less he could scream. In the heat of his heart, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Hongfei!"

Ji Zimo hugged him and called out. Mr. Liu stretched out his hand to feel his pulse and replied: "Your Highness, he was too weak and fell asleep."

"Re-boil the decoction, and even if it is to be fed, feed it to him by the spoonful."

"Yes!"

Mr. Liu obeyed the order and went to boil the medicine.

Ji Zimo covered him with a quilt with his own hands, tucked the corners of the quilt, and looked at the young man on the couch quietly.

He grew up with him, and he was once a high-spirited young man.

All nightmares started three years ago.

In the battle between officials and bandits on the Fu'an River, they fought a bloody path and rushed into the entrance of Fanshan, but unfortunately they were ambushed.

It was an extremely difficult and bloody battle.

He was accidentally seriously injured.

In order to save him, He Hongfei tried his best to cover him, but he was robbed by the bandits.

In the past three years, he has been thinking about rescuing him all the time.

Last time, he received his code on the top of Qingshan Mountain.

He was overjoyed.

Being able to communicate with him on the top of the mountain means that he is still alive and can move around freely. Who would have thought that he would be tortured into this state?

In the room, Ji Zimo watched him quietly until Mr. Liu entered the room again carrying a bowl of medicine.

"Bring the medicine and I'll feed it!"

Mr. Liu was horrified, "Your Highness, how is this possible?"

"He can die for me, so why not if I feed him medicine?"

Taking the medicine bowl, Ji Zimo carefully fed it to He Hongfei's mouth one spoonful at a time.

People who are asleep are not very good at swallowing.

He could only use a spoon to open his mouth, pour the medicine in, and use internal force to make him swallow it.

After a while, the bowl of soup was finished.

After placing the people in the house properly, Ji Zimo sent someone to guard him while he went out of the house.

Mr. Liu has been following him and carefully suggested: "Your Highness, the decoction the young master is taking now is only to regulate the body, but the meridians in his wrists are severed. Not only will his martial arts be useless, but he will also be disabled in the future."
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He Feihong’s symptoms are more than just a disability.

They not only hurt his body, but also destroyed his spirit.

There is not even a trace of the high-spirited young man in him in the past.

Ji Zimo looked up at the sky.

A full moon hangs in the dark night. Although the moonlight is cold, it brings a glimmer of hope to people walking in the dark night.

Such a He Hongfei, what can he do to give him hope?

"Don't spread the news about the young master's rescue for the time being."

Ji Zimo came back to his senses and spoke in a low tone, "General He is lying ill on the bed, and his heart is full of seeing his son. Sending the young master back like this is not the antidote to his lovesickness, but more likely the medicine that will kill him."

"Yes!"

Mr. Liu obeyed the order, thought about it, and suggested: "Your Highness, Miss Xia has great medical skills, why not let her diagnose and treat the young master?"

She?

The hands under the sleeves were slightly clenched, and Ji Zimo pondered for a while, "In a few days, I won't say anything until I prove something."

Mr. Liu didn't know why, so he bowed his hands and stepped back.

The next day, Xia Qianqian still got up early to make tofu, and some villagers also came to her house as usual.

After boiling the soy milk, she still gave each person a bowl, but emphasized that the free soy milk was only provided for five days, and after that, a bowl was charged a penny.

A bowl of soy milk costs one penny, which is considered very cheap.

In the past, the soy milk sold at Liushu Market cost two cents a serving, but it was not as rich and delicious as the one here.

Therefore, no one has any objection.

After drinking the soy milk, buy a piece of hot tofu right out of the pot, add some garlic sprouts and chili oil, and pour a little vinegar. It is really delicious.

Today Xia Qianqian made five molds of tofu and consumed two molds at home.

Put the remaining tofu on the oxcart and go to Willow Tree Market with Uncle Wang.

Yesterday, Xia Qianqian went out to sell tofu for the first time. The tofu was delicious and the price was affordable. Many people heard about it and came to buy it today.

Therefore, on the second day, her tofu business was particularly booming.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the tofu on the bullock cart was sold out. Today, she earned a total of 400 cash.

Riding an ox cart, we arrived at Jiangcheng.

Xia Qianqian gave Uncle Wang another ten cents, carrying a bamboo basket on her back, planning to go to the market.

Yesterday, all the bowls she bought first were broken, and she needed to check again.

Wandering around on the streets of Xicheng District, she came to a vendor selling gadgets.

My eyes passed over some rouge and gouache, and fell on a mahogany comb.

It was a very ordinary comb, with a long palm and the original texture of the wood retained throughout.

Under the circles of tree lines, there is a mutation at one place, the lines change, and the shape of a butterfly is vaguely visible.

This pattern is very similar to the butterfly-shaped birthmark Ruyi bracelet on her wrist.

Xia Qianqian touched her right wrist with her left hand.

Since the last time she rolled up her sleeves and Hu Tang discovered the mark, she has been wearing a wristband to cover her Ruyi bracelet.

This comb is very beautiful.

It happened that she didn't know how to comb her hair, so she bought a comb and practiced hard.

Xia Qianqian smiled, "How much is it?"

"Eight cents." The vendor gestured with his hands.

Xia Qianqian handed him the copper plate.

The vendor took the copper plate and felt happy.

This comb sells for eight cents. If I meet an old lady on weekdays, I will always give him back the price for a while.

He sells it for five cents at most.

I never thought that today this girl didn’t even pay back the price, but directly gave me eight cents.

"Girl, come again next time!"

"Hmm!"

Xia Qianqian turned the comb over and checked it again. When she was about to put it in her backpack, a hand suddenly reached out from the thorn.

The next second, the comb was taken away.

Xia Qianqian's eyes darkened and she looked sideways.
Chapter completed!