General, Madam Called You To Farm

Chapter 1194 Mengmeng breaks out

Yunshuang realized she had misunderstood him when she saw the gold sore medicine and cotton cloth in his hand.

She suppressed her embarrassment and said calmly: "It's just a minor injury, no need to deal with it."

Jiang Guanchao frowned and looked at her: "Did you do the same in Baihua Palace?"

Of course that's not the case. Just because she's not afraid of getting hurt doesn't mean she won't heal afterward.

 But if you don’t say that, how can you cover up the embarrassment just now?

It was as if in her eyes, he only came to her for one thing - to detoxify her.

"Um."

Yunshuang responded perfunctorily.

Jiang Guanchao sat down on the stool beside her, put the golden sore medicine on the table, unfolded a clean cotton cloth and said, "You are not Cheng Xin, so you don't have to learn everything."

Yun Shuang was stunned for a moment before realizing what he was referring to.

She looked at her **** hand, and then at his gauze-wrapped palm: "I didn't follow your example."

 He once saved her from the Fuso killer with a knife in his bare hands.

Jiang Guanchao poured a cup of clean tea and poured it little by little on the cotton cloth: "Palace Master Yun, your injury is the same as mine. It will be misunderstood."

Yunshuang glared at him: "You are already half-dead. I advise you to save your energy in speaking. Don't die in my room soon."

 “You can’t die by talking.”

Jiang Guanchao said calmly.

 After saying that, both of them felt something was wrong.

Jiang Guanchao changed the subject: "What's going on with Xiaobao?"

Yunshuang turned her face away: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Guanchao said nothing and held her injured hand.

Yunshuang stiffened and immediately pulled her hand back: "I'll do it myself!"

Jiang Guanchao held her wrist and said calmly: "Palace Master Yun, I don't have any objections to you. Are you so nervous? Are you shy towards me?"

Yun Shuang said coldly: "I just asked you to cure my love poison twice. Don't be so sentimental."

Jiang Guanchao wiped the blood on her hands with a wet cotton cloth: "Yes, only twice."

Yunshuang choked.

 I took the initiative on my own both times...it's really a bit shameful.

Yunshuang will not lose in an argument.

Yunshuang chuckled and said, "Leader Jiang is so concerned. Could it be that that night on the mountain was the first time?"

Jiang Guanchao paused while cleaning her wounds.

Yunshuang opened her eyes wide: "Really? You've never touched a woman?"

As we all know, a man not getting married is two different things from a man not being lascivious to women.

Even if they don’t look like women on the surface, there are also quite a few who secretly hang out among flowers.

 When a woman comes here, she should ask who are you protecting yourself for?

Yunshuang's eyes suddenly glowed green and she grabbed Jiang Guanchao's wrist:

 “Are you practicing the long-lost Tongzi Kung Fu?”

Jiang Guanchao, who didn’t mention it in one breath, said: “…”

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 After treating Yunshuang's injuries, Jiang Guanchao went back to the house and took a shower.

When he came out of the penthouse, he saw the mute slave standing in front of the bed, holding a half-filled basin of water in his hand.

Jiang Guanchao glanced at the wet bed calmly: "I'll make the floor tonight."

The mute slave stepped forward and blatantly poured half the basin of water in his hand onto the ground with a splash.

Jiang Guanchao: “…”

Jiang Guanchao closed his eyes and said coldly: "I'll give you a quarter of an hour to clean up for me!"

The mute slave held up a sign with black and white writing on it: "She is the little girl back then, right?"

Jiang Guanchao: "No."

The mute slave turned down a page, which had already been written on it: "You lied."

Jiang Guanchao looked at the mute slave coldly.

The mute slave continued to turn the page: "You let her go and were punished by the old alliance leader, but you didn't dare to tell her that you were -"

 A vivid, trembling egg is drawn below the text.

 When spelled together, it means: coward.

Jiang Guanchao clenched his fists: "Are you looking for death?"

 The mute slave turned another page: "I will tell her even if I become a ghost."

The mute slave was aphasic when he was young. When he grew up, his favorite thing to study was guessing what his master said.

 From the beginning I couldn’t guess a word correctly, but later on I was able to guess a lot.

Even more so now, Jiang Guanchao's every reaction was guessed by him.

Just as Jiang Guanchao was about to speak, the mute slave turned another page, which read: "Her favorite is Ji Minglou, both in the past and now."

 Principle of the mute slave: Speak the leader's words and leave the leader speechless.

Jiang Guanchao felt a headache and pressed the center of his eyebrows. He put his fingers together and touched the acupuncture points of the mute slave from a distance.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 eaten.

 The mute slave lost strength and the wooden sign in his hand fell to the ground. A piece of white paper floated out of it, and it was written angrily in extremely rough cursive: "I knew you would hit my hole and not let me find her! Hahaha! I have already found her!"

Jiang Guanchao rushed out of the door!

Yunshuang was sitting in the room with a steaming food box in front of her, which the mute slave had just brought over.

Just as she was about to open the food box, Jiang Guanchao opened the ajar door and walked in.

 He arrived in a hurry, wearing thin pajamas, wet hair scattered on his shoulders, wetting his chest and back, and his perfect and strong body was clearly visible.

To be honest, running into a woman's room like this is a bit misleading.

 However, Yunshuang was more cautious this time after learning from the past.

 She looked at the gauze wrapped around her wrist and asked, "Is there anything else?"

The injury was taken care of, but Yun Shuang couldn't figure out why he came here again.

Jiang Guanchao's eyes swept across the room: "Did the mute say anything to you?"

"Um?"

Yunshuang was stunned and looked at him in confusion.

When he realized who he was referring to, his eyes became even more confused.

 As if to ask, if the attendant is mute, why can he speak?

 If he can speak, why do you call him mute?

Jiang was used to watching the tide, and for a moment he forgot that Yun Shuang didn't know the mute slave's unique way of speaking - writing small cards.

 “He just brought the food and then left.”

Yunshuang said.

Jiang Guanchao knew Mute, and he said that if he found it, he would have left a clue.

Jiang Guanchao’s eyes fell on the food box.

  Chances are it’s inside.

When Jiang Guanchao was deciding between taking away the food or knocking it over, Yun Shuang's stomach growled.

Jianghu people are informal, and Yun Shuang doesn't feel embarrassed about her stomach growling.

 She glanced at Jiang Guanchao: "Do you want to eat?"

"Um."

Jiang Guanchao responded casually and sat down opposite Yunshuang.

Yun Shuang raised her hand, and Jiang Guanchao held down the food box before her: "I'll do it."

Yunshuang looked at him and put her hand down.

Jiang Guanchao opened the food box and carefully looked at whether there was a note that the mute had stuffed inside.

 Fortunately, there was no danger.

After dinner, seeing that Jiang Guanchao still had no intention of leaving, Yun Shuang asked, "Still not leaving?"

Jiang Guanchao couldn't leave because he didn't find the mute's informant note.

 There is no reason to stay while watching the tide...

 “I have something to tell you... about Fuso Miko.”

Yunshuang looked at him seriously: "Say."

Jiang Guanchao opened his mouth, his eyes swept across the wardrobes and boxes in the room, and finally landed on Yunshuang's bed.

Yunshuang frowned: "Where are you looking?"

Jiang Guanchao denied subconsciously: "I didn't watch it."

"You are obviously watching." Yun Shuang looked back at the pillow he had been staring at, "Is there something there?"

"No!"

Jiang Guanchao said immediately.

Yunshuang frowned: "No, the pillow has been moved."

 She got up and walked towards the bed.

As soon as she reached out to pick up the pillow, Jiang Guanchao caught up with her, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her towards him.

Yunshuang struggled for a moment, her center of gravity was unsteady, and she fell towards the cold and hard bed.

Her foot kicked Jiang Guanchao's calf. The sole of Jiang Guanchao's foot slipped, and his tall and strong body pressed down on her defenselessly.

 In time, he pulled the soft pillow and put it under her body, protecting her tightly with his arms.

 A piece of white paper with wet ink flew out.

Yunshuang caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye and was about to turn her head.

Jiang Guanchao raised his generous palm and covered her eyes.

He used his other hand to fish out the white paper, but failed to find it. The bright words were stuck on the ground.

Yunshuang took away his hand covering her eyes: "Jiang Guanchao, you—"

Jiang Guanchao looked at the black and white writing on the ground, his forehead felt hot, and he said, "I'm having a seizure, don't move."

Yunshuang really didn’t move.

Jiang Guanchao closed his eyes in annoyance, and thought with a toothache: "I didn't mean that... I wanted to say..."

　　　Cute, with a bad smile

 (End of this chapter)