Farmer's wife: Xianggong, if you are sick

Chapter 71 Identity
Wang Putao squatted down, took Li Sanlang with one hand, and took the medicine from Song Yaomei's hand with the other, and blamed in a low voice: "Why don't you know how to feed the medicine? I haven't fed the medicine for so long, am I Say, can't your husband's injury be delayed?"

Song Yaomei looked like a good baby admitting her mistake, she lowered her head and was about to shed tears, "Wang Butou, little lady, little lady is stupid, she can't even give me medicine..."

Speaking of which, he actually started crying.

At the moment Song Yaomei wiped her tears, Wang Putao fed the medicine into Li Sanlang's mouth.

It's just that the color of the medicine has changed from white to golden.

Song Yaomei glanced at Ping An at the door, but saw that he became even more angry after seeing her husband being fed medicine, and even glanced at Li Sanlang.

Only then did Song Yaomei really feel relieved, indicating that the medicine was indeed all right.

He looked at the white-faced scholar again, only to see that he was still smiling as warmly as jade, as if he didn't know about the open and secret struggle between Wang Putao and Ping An just now.

This man is either really stupid, or has a deep scheming mind, so he has to guard against it, let alone do business with him.

Song Yaomei frowned even more when thinking of that tempting man who ate the incense, those fox eyes, and that coquettish red mole.

It seems that it is more appropriate to find an enchanting man for this business.

Since I got the medicine, I naturally want to thank the owner who gave the medicine.

It's just that she played tricks on her just now, so don't blame her for not knowing etiquette.

Pingan thought that Song Yaomei would immediately thank her lord after she got the medicine, but she saw that the woman looked serious and looked at the man in her arms solemnly.

Called softly: "Sanggong, Xianggong, wake up soon?"

The voice is full of women's unique tenderness coupled with haste, and that sad expression, Ping An thought he had read it wrong, this woman who just wanted to ask her prince if she is married like a crazy woman, is not the person in front of her .

I can't help but despise Song Yaomei again in my heart.

Li Sanlang woke up from Song Yaomei's urgent call, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Song Yaomei's anxious face, and he smiled slightly, "My lady!"

Song Yaomei hugged Li Sanlang tightly, tears streaming down her face, "Master, Mr., it's good that you woke up!"

Just now she was really scared, very afraid that Li Sanlang would never wake up again.

She blamed herself in her heart, when she saw Qin Xiaolan at that time, she thought of doing whatever she could.Presumably, her husband's smile at him was not for what she thought, but to see that he was safe and relieved.

The numb feeling that the basket hit Li Sanlang's back and passed to her hand when she went out has long since disappeared, but the self-blame in her heart has not diminished.

If Li Sanlang was harmed by her own cleverness, how could she feel at ease in this life?
Thinking of tears spreading on the face like a spring again.

Li Sanlang smiled and comforted: "My lady, don't cry anymore, if you cry again, my clothes will be soaked, and I will catch a cold if I get wet, so you have to boil medicine for me when you go home, but I am most afraid of drinking Bitter medicine."

He was acting coquettishly, and his tone of reproach made Song Yaomei laugh. She left Li Sanlang's embrace, and lightly hit Li Sanlang's chest with her pink fist, "I hate it!"

Li Sanlang, on the other hand, let out a "huh hum" and frowned.

Song Yaomei became frightened again, and asked in a worried tone, "Master, are you alright?"

Li Sanlang naturally didn't want Song Yaomei to worry, and said with a smile: "I'm lying to you!" He gently wiped away tears for her.

Such a blatant show of affection that doesn't put others in their eyes can be regarded as annoyed by Ping An, and the guilt he felt towards Li Sanlang for deliberately taking the wrong medicine just now has disappeared.

In front of the lord, there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority, no shame, how decent.

Ping An Yin Yang said strangely: "Hey, some people don't feel grateful after taking the medicine. I don't know which parents raised the children? They are so rude."

Song Yaomei naturally knew that he was talking about herself, but Song Yaomei didn't like people who played tricks on her. She wiped her face with her hands indiscriminately, turned around and saluted Wang Putao. "Thank you Catcher Wang for saving your life."

Li Sanlang wanted to salute, but Wang Putao stopped him, "You two don't need to be too polite, this is my job."

Song Yaomei gave another salute to the white-faced scholar, but it was not a big gift, but the most common thank you gift, "Thank you for giving me the medicine, the young lady and the gentleman are very grateful."

But he didn't say any more, if there is any need, he will definitely go through fire and water.

Ping An stretched out his hand to say something, but the white-faced scholar waved his hand, and he stood there obediently, just stroking his hair, looking up at the roof, and gave Song Yaomei a contemptuous look.

At this time, the bearded man knelt there tremblingly, still bowing his head, but everyone seemed to have forgotten him.

The white-faced scholar directly ignored the bearded man kneeling there, instead he said with a smile: "Little lady, you don't need to be too polite, saving someone's life is a seventh-level stupa, and besides, it was the medicine that saved you, it's not just mere inferiors."

Speaking of intentionally or unintentionally abandoning Ping An, it's not that he didn't see Ping An's yang and yin deeds just now, but if this golden sage pill is so easy to ask for, then it's so precious.

Knowing that the woman in front of him probably blamed himself for the mistaken medicine, he walked up to Ping An, waved his hand, and a delicately crafted small gourd appeared in his hand.

He opened it lightly, poured out a white pill, observed its appearance and smelled its taste, it was exactly the same medicine that Ping An was going to give to her husband-in-law just now.

I saw the white-faced scholar put it in his mouth, poured another one into his palm and said, "Little lady, do you blame Ping An for deliberately changing the medicine?"

His eyes were sure, Song Yaomei simply admitted, she supported Li Sanlang and sat him carefully on the chair, "I don't blame the little lady for being narrow-minded, it's just a matter of public safety, please forgive me, my lord!"

Now that she has said everything, Song Yaomei no longer hides it, and besides, she trusts Wang Putao. This Wang Putao just met the person in front of him without even showing respect, and he is domineering in this small county. The policemen acted according to her face, and Song Yaomei knew that this woman must be the prince's younger sister.

She turned around and saluted Wang Putao again, "Thank you, princess!"

The white-faced scholar smiled.

This smile is the breath of spring in the house, which makes people feel comfortable and peaceful.

This Ping An raised his orchid finger, pointed at Song Yaomei and said, "Presumptuous!"

Song Yaomei didn't care about him, she just said to the white-faced scholar: "The little lady didn't do anything outrageous, what is there to be presumptuous? I think you are the presumptuous person. You openly violated the master's wishes, but I don’t know what to blame for?”

(End of this chapter)