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Chapter 15 [Reporting of Thanksgiving] (1)

Hu Xiaotian didn't leave. He finally came out to take a breath. He didn't want to go back so early.

Murong Feiyan couldn't refuse Yuan Shiqing's kindness. After all, she was injured this time and Yi Yuantang had given her a lot of help. Thinking of Yi Yuantang's help to her, Murong Feiyan just thought of Hu Xiaotian's benefits. If not

This boy came to help, but he was afraid that the canine barb arrow would not be so easy to take out. Even if he took it out, he might have to cut out a large piece of his own flesh and blood, and he was afraid that it would leave a large and shocking scar. He had to admit that,

It was Hu Xiaotian who performed some kind of surgery on himself to reduce the damage caused by the canine barb arrow to the lowest point. Murong Feiyan looked at the wound on his shoulder carefully in the bronze mirror and found that his recovery was already ideal. Although he admitted that Hu Xiaotian treated him badly

He has done a good thing, but Murong Feiyan still doesn't think Hu Xiaotian is a good person. His behavior is frivolous, his words and deeds are incompatible, even if he is a little crooked, he is talented but not moral!

It's not that Murong Feiyan is ungrateful, but she thinks she doesn't owe Hu Xiaotian anything. During the battle on Tuojie that day, if she hadn't rushed back in time and tried her best to protect him, Hu Xiaotian would have been killed by the killer's arrow.

Next. I saved his life first, and then he helped me take out the canine barb arrow. At worst, the two of them were even. It can't be said to be even, because this kid took a big advantage, not to mention that he was still in vain.

After looking at his own body, Murong Feiyan felt his pretty face heat up because of this thought. He quietly looked at Hu Xiaotian and found that this guy was chatting animatedly with Yuan Shiqing and did not notice him. Then he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It was originally agreed that Li Yifeng would go to Yanyun Tower with them for dinner, but Li Yifeng vomited several times in succession and was so weak that he no longer had the strength to walk, let alone go to eat. Most people thought that Li Yifeng had a sudden illness.

He was seriously ill, and only Hu Xiaotian understood the hidden truth.

As soon as he walked out of the gate of Yi Yuantang, eight of Hu Xiaotian's servants gathered around him. Hu Xiaotian waved his hand and motioned for the group to disperse quickly. After all, there were too many people, and it looked like a crowd was gathering to make trouble wherever he went. He cleared it up

He said in his voice: "Mr. Yuan, I, Zhuge Baotou will go to Yanyun Tower for dinner. You can eat whatever you want."

Yuan Shiqing smiled and said, "I have already said hello to Boss Song over there, and I have opened a table for you on the first floor." After all, Yuan Shiqing is the second person in Yi Yuantang. He is quite generous and very considerate.

Hu Xiaotian handed the brocade box given to him by Li Yifeng to Liang Dazhuang, and told them: "Don't follow me. Murong is here to protect me, so there won't be any problem."

These servants have basically seen Murong Feiyan's methods and know that even if they join forces, they cannot be Murong Feiyan's opponent. With her and Hu Xiaotian together, there should be no problems.

Murong Feiyan was extremely dissatisfied with Hu Xiaotian's words. This kid regarded herself as his bodyguard, glared at Hu Xiaotian fiercely, and when no one was paying attention, she whispered to Hu Xiaotian: "If someone assassinates you again,

I don’t care, I will let shameless people like you die on your own!”

Hu Xiaotian smiled and said: "It is your responsibility to protect the lives and property of citizens. Mr. Murong, you are so dedicated, how could you just sit back and ignore my matter?"

Murong Feiyan couldn't help but feel itchy with hatred when she saw this guy looking like he was convinced of himself.

They had just taken two steps when a sturdy young man walked towards them. The young man was in his twenties or thirties. He was dressed simply, short in stature, and had dark skin. Although he was a little thinner, he did not feel weak at all.

His eyes are as sharp as an eagle, and he looks shrewd and powerful. He is holding two wild geese in his hands, and there is an arrow stuck in the neck of the wild goose. At first glance, it is nothing special, but if you look closely, you will find that one arrow has hit two wild geese.

The neck of a wild goose, if the arrow had not been inserted later, would have killed two birds with one stone. Hu Xiaotian had only heard such stories in legends, but this was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes.

Seeing the stranger approaching, the eight servants immediately protected Hu Xiaotian. Since the assassination incident on Chang Street, this group of servants was obviously a little over-vigilant and would be ready for any trouble.

In fact, Hu Xiaotian has finally figured out the true strength of this group of servants. They are all paper tiger-like existences. They all look tall and powerful, but they all look like silver wax gun heads. If they are really in danger, these people will not be able to survive at all.

He couldn't help. The danger he encountered in Tuo Street that day was proof. If Murong Feiyan hadn't taken action, I'm afraid his life would have been in danger.

Yuan Shiqing had already smiled and said: "It's okay, I'm one of my own!" It turned out that he knew the young man. As a bystander, Yuan Shiqing also felt that Hu Xiaotian's servants were overreacting. It would not be surprising if the son of the Minister of the Ministry of Finance had to have several personal guards when traveling.

It doesn't matter, but the lineup of eight people is still a bit more grand, and it is too conspicuous walking on this street. Those who know it is Master Shangshu, but those who don't know think that some prince is traveling.

The young man said respectfully: "Mr. Yuan, I just shot two wild geese, and they were specially sent to Mr. Yuan as a tooth-beating sacrifice."

Yuan Shiqing smiled and said: "Zhan Peng, let me introduce you to Mr. Hu. He was the one who generously saved your father that day." It turns out that this young man is actually the son of the old man who was saved by Hu Xiaotian that day.

When Zhan Peng heard that his true benefactor was here, he hurriedly stepped forward and bowed deeply, with a very respectful expression: "Master Hu, I'm Zhan Peng. Thank you very much Master Hu for your righteousness in rescuing my father. This is very polite of Zhan Peng!" He thanked Hu Xiaotian.

From the bottom of my heart, I almost bowed to the ground.

Hu Xiaotian hurriedly stepped forward to hold his arm and said: "Brother Zhan, you are too polite. Why should you care about trivial matters?"

Liang Dazhuang looked at Zhan Peng and felt that this person was somewhat familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he remembered that Zhan Peng had been to Shangshu Mansion before. Last time, he seemed to have brought a wild deer with him, saying that he wanted to give the young master a gift.

However, he was blocked by the guard at the door. Liang Dazhuang said: "I seem to have seen you before!"

Zhan Peng said with a smile: "I once went to Shangshu Mansion. I wanted to express my gratitude to Mr. Hu in person, but the doorman suspected my identity, so he didn't let me in."

Hu Xiaotian turned around and glared at Liang Dazhuang. Liang Dazhuang secretly scolded himself for talking too much. In fact, this matter had nothing to do with him. He was not a janitor, but his extra words obviously made Hu Xiaotian misunderstood.

Zhan Peng handed the two wild geese to Yuan Shiqing and said, "Mr. Yuan, you can stew these two wild geese. When I catch good prey in the future, I will deliver them to Mr. Hu's house."

For some reason, Hu Xiaotian had an unusual fondness for Zhan Peng. He smiled and said, "How is your father's leg injury?"

Zhan Peng said: "Thanks to the timely rescue of the young master, I have been much better in the past two days. I am currently recuperating at my elder brother's house. Mr. Yuan said that my recovery is good."

Yuan Shiqing smiled and said: "Master Hu's bones were set accurately and on time. We will take Mr. Zhan back to Yi Yuantang and apply Yi Yuantang's secret bone-repairing ointment on him. If everything goes well, he will be able to walk on the ground in three months."

Hu Xiaotian nodded: "Great!"

Murong Feiyan listened and became more and more puzzled. This dandy who did all kinds of evil could actually do good deeds. If his help before could be understood as repaying a favor, what was he doing to save an old man he didn't know?

What? It can't be explained simply by a temporary hothead.

Zhan Peng made a special trip to send prey here. By chance, he met the benefactor who rescued his father. He happened to express his gratitude in person, which made up for his long-cherished wish. He wanted to leave, but Hu Xiaotian kindly invited him to go to Yanyun Tower for dinner. Hu Xiaotian

This is called a favor. He doesn't have to spend any money on this meal anyway. He, the minister of household affairs, certainly doesn't care about the money. The main reason is that he saw Zhan Peng's shooting skills that kill two birds with one stone. He was surprised but also secretly admired it.

Unconsciously, a desire for friendship arose.

There is a market for capable people in any society, and they will also be looked upon with special eyes by others. Zhan Peng was originally an ordinary hunter. He rarely interacted with upper-class people in the past. In fact, deep down in his heart, he had a distaste for the sons of officials and family members.

He had a plan attitude, but Hu Xiaotian was the benefactor who saved his father and was kind to their family. Hu Xiaotian's invitation was naturally disrespectful to him, but he secretly made up his mind to pay for the meal first when he came back.

People are poor but ambitious. The ancients understood face and morality far better than modern people.************************************

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