Disguised as a man: I am not your wife

Chapter 17 Swearing by Surname

And Yun Zhuohua is a person who is very afraid of trouble, so in order to avoid more troubles, he would rather take good care of Cangyu tonight.

"My surname will not be Yun when I take over the guest dart in the future!" Yun Zhuohua gritted his teeth and said secretly.

Although it was a temporary resting place paved with hay, it looked very simple at first glance, but after sitting on it, I realized that it was tidied up by Yun Zhuohua very comfortably.After Yun Zhuohua helped Cangyu over, he turned around and went back to work beside the firewood pile. Cangyu's clothes were already soaked with sweat. If he didn't dry it, it would inevitably cause other illnesses.

Yun Zhuohua skillfully picked up a handful of twigs, and built a hollow firewood pile near the upper air vent near the Cangyu. He also grabbed a handful of hay, lit it with a flint, and threw it into the firewood pile. After it was ignited, Yun Zhuohua added fire-resistant thick wood, the fire gradually stabilized, the heat spread to Cang Yu's body, and even the clothes were roasted tepidly.

The thin smoke from the burning of the thick wood was blown to Cangyu along the mountain wind, and the mosquitoes that were still circling around Cangyu disappeared without a trace.

Although the smoke is a bit choking, it is not unbearable. Compared with being bitten by mosquitoes, Cangyu is still willing to blow smoke.If it was in the past, he would not have used these at all, even if Yun Zhuohua was with him, he would not have used the mist.

Speaking of which, it was the first time to use smoke to prevent mosquitoes, "Escort Yun used to spend the night outside, and this is how he used to prevent mosquito bites?"

"No." Yun Zhuohua was already very tired, and now he was too lazy to talk to Cangyu. After he made the fire more intense, he put down the wooden stick in his hand, and carefully inspected the scratches on the palm of his hand with the light of the fire. From time to time, a cold sob can be heard.

"What's wrong with Escort Master Yun's hand?"

Of course he was injured!Who else would pinch their fingers so masochistically?

Yun Zhuohua kept silent, still buried his head in looking for wooden thorns, he walked in a hurry just now, and didn't bring any hand guards, the sword was left to Cang Yu, these dry firewood were all pulled by Yun Zhuohua with his hands and dragged After walking all the way back, his hands were pierced with many wooden thorns and scratched a lot of scars, and now he had to pull out the thorns.

Cangyu wanted to get closer to see if she could help, but as soon as she moved, she was stared at by Yun Zhuohua, and sat back awkwardly, staring at Yun Zhuohua's back in the flames in a daze.

Perhaps the wood thorns had been pulled out, Yun Zhuohua got up and went to the red hair, took a bundle from it and walked back.

As soon as he saw Yun Zhuohua's unwrapped bag, Cangyu's stomach started to growl. He covered his stomach and looked at Yun Zhuohua in embarrassment, but there was no embarrassment of being discovered. Instead, he stared openly at Yun Zhuohua. Looking at the bundle he opened, "It's been a long time since I've eaten, I made Master Yun laugh."

Wrapped in oiled paper, in addition to sesame seed cakes, there is also a mouth-watering roast duck. Yun Fufeng likes to eat the roast duck from Pinxianglou. Every time Yun Zhuohua passes through He'an, he will bring a roast duck back to Yun Fufeng. For such a roast duck, Yun Zhuohua stayed up all night, and hurried to Lianyang City, lest the duck taste bad.

It's just that I didn't expect that he was sent to Changle before he entered Lianyang City.

"Want to eat?" Yun Zhuohua held sesame seed cakes in one hand and roast duck in the other, and now this was the only food left in his hands.

(End of this chapter)