Firstly, he cannot trust strangers, even if these two strangers are his saviors. Secondly, even if he trusts them, if they are caught by the assassins who are looking for him, he does not think they can survive the torture.
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After feeding the knife and drinking the medicine, Hongzhu opened a small oil paper bag, then dug out a small spoonful of brown sugar with a small spoon, fed it to the knife's mouth, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, there is still some brown sugar at home, sir, please eat some.
It won’t be bitter after eating it.”
He took off the extra pillow under the knife head, pulled the thin blanket for her, and then said with a smile: "Master, you have a good rest, I will go out and make you something to eat."
"Thank you, Miss Hongzhu." Dao thanked her.
Hongzhu went out with a smile.
Dao felt a little tired. He opened his eyes for a while and fell asleep again.
After an unknown amount of time, he heard a woman whispering in his ear: "Sir, wake up, it's time to eat."
Dao opened his eyes, and the first thing that caught his eye was Hongzhu's rosy face, with his big dark eyes shining with kindness.
Just like he was giving medicine just now, Hongzhu once again put a pillow under the knife head, then stirred the white porridge in the bowl and said with a smile: "Young Master is injured, I should have given him some nutrition. However, now at home,
There’s nothing good. Young Master, please have some plain porridge first. I’ll go to the mountains to hunt a pheasant for you in the afternoon, and I can make chicken soup for Young Master in the evening.”
"Thank you, Miss Hongzhu." Dao thanked her in a hoarse voice.
Hongzhu scooped up a spoonful of the thick white porridge that had been stirred, put it to his mouth, blew on it, and then brought it to the knife's mouth: "Here, sir, you can eat it."
Since I can remember, the knife has never been treated so considerately, and I was a little confused for a moment...
It wasn't until the warm spoon touched his lips that he came to his senses and swallowed the white porridge in the spoon.
Hongzhu just blew and fed the knife, always with a smile on his face.
"It doesn't taste good. I have some wild vegetables at home, but I just finished them yesterday. Young master, you can make do with it for now, and I will dig some back in the afternoon." Hongzhu said with a smile as he fed the knife to eat.
"It's okay." Dao said with a smile.
Dao was also really hungry. It had been almost a day and a night since the accident. Apart from drinking two bowls of bitter concoction, he had eaten almost nothing.
Soon, the knife drank up the bowl of white porridge.
"Young Master, you can rest. I'll be back as soon as I go. I asked Agui next door to guard outside. If you need anything, just call him and he will come in." Hongzhu took off the pillow under the knife head.
He warned at the same time.
"Yeah." Dao nodded.
Hongzhu pulled the thin blanket over the knife again and went out.
After Hongzhu went out, he moved his body with the knife again, but found that he still couldn't move. When he moved, the wound was pulled, causing a dull pain.
It seemed that he was seriously injured this time, and Dao frowned in annoyance.
If he can't go back early, the chaos in the court will not be known, and Jingchu and Grandpa will also be worried about him. Furthermore, if he is in this state, how will he resist those assassins?
It seems that now we can only actively recuperate, so as not to be in a passive position.
Thinking of this, Dao closed his eyes and let himself think about nothing, allowing his body to recover quickly through sleep.