The Black Sheep

The window opened from the inside, Bai Shiqi's face was pale and stood holding the wall, lowered his voice and asked excitedly: "Brother Zhao, have you brought me food?"

Zhao Wujiu: "..."

Bai Shiqi walked slowly, holding on to the wall, sitting on a drum stool in front of the window, his eyes patrolling from behind the wheelchair in his arms sleeves: "Brother Zhao, I am going to be starved to death by Old Man Huang... Didn't you bring half a roast chicken or duck?" She stepped back and asked: "...Soy sauce elbow is also OK?"

Zhao Wujiu: "..."

It was the first time he was so embarrassed to visit the doctor.

Bai Zhenting and the Su family were very polite to him, but they were also alienated. When asked about Bai Shiqi’s injury, they often used "severe injuries" perfunctory, but they refused to say anything in detail. He mentioned that he wanted The visit to the sick was blocked by the words "still need to rest."

Bai Zhenting also said meaningfully: "Huang Youbi doesn't like to deal with officials in the government, and can help His Royal Highness Zhou Wang heal his legs, or is this evil man in the middle of deceiving, and I hope that His Highness can remember the evil spirits painstakingly and after he healed his legs Leave as soon as possible, so as not to be exposed and ruin the relationship between our brothers!"

In short, the two of them can't wait to separate the two by the injury of Bai Shiqi, and there is no intersection.

The prince Zhao Wujiao tangled up in front of the Bo family’s husband and wife. It’s something that has never happened before, but he doesn’t seem to be angry at all. He is particularly reasonable: "The things that the boss of the Bo family is thinking about are not unreasonable, just now. I’m afraid I can’t do it underneath. One is not healed from the injury in the lower leg, and the other is...... Seventeen is so dedicated to help me, if I can’t see her hurt, how can I leave with peace?

Bai Zhenting and Su Clan exchanged a worried look, and if he couldn't persuade him, he could only step up his defenses. The woman at the door of Bai Seventeen kept changing three shifts, stopping the brothers Zhao Wujiao from visiting the illness.

After finally seeing Bai Shiqi, she did not expect her to look like this pitiful.

Zhao Wujiu couldn't bear it, but she also knew that she was badly injured and should not eat greasy or fishy things: "... Mr. Huang won't let you eat, so don't eat it for the time being." He really wouldn't be able to comfort people. Qi said with a look of hurt and indignation: "No, Old Man Huang is retaliating privately! I have been drinking rice soup for four or five days, and I can hardly get up hungry." She handed her hands and pleaded, "Brother Zhao , Can you give it to the mouth?!"

Bai Shiqi, who had been in the sky, sat weak and weak against the wall like a beggar on the side of the road, with a deep desire for food in his eyes, the kind that can be resurrected with blood and bones.

Zhao Wujiu helplessly continued to comfort: "Wait for you, but with all the delicious dishes in Jiangnan, I will ask you to eat it all over, how about?"

"But I want to eat it now!" Bai Shiqi will not be coaxed by the pie he drew, stretched his nose and inhaled several breaths of air: "It's so fragrant." His eyes flashed. Stretched out his hand to Zhao Wujiu to ask: "Brother Zhao, since you have brought the meat, don't hide it, give it to me?!"

Zhao Wujiu was stunned: "I really didn't take it..." A head suddenly appeared behind him, with a greasy roast chicken in his hand, and the tip of his proud tail was about to rise: "Seventeen, I still have enough. Brother?!"

It was Zhao Ziheng who sneaked over.

All of Bai Shiqi’s attention was immediately attracted by the roast chicken, and sweet words fell out like no money: "Zi Heng, you are still brothers. It's not worthless that I have been thinking about you. When I get better, I will find the eighteen table. Thank you for the delicacies and delicacies of mountains and seas!"

Zhao Ziheng gave his cousin a bragging little look, rushed over to pass the roast chicken to Bai Shishi through the window, and asked with concern: "Seventeen, what's wrong with your wound? Bai Gang master and his wife used our brothers as a plague. I can’t wait to see you ten miles away. It’s not easy to come and see you."

Bai Shiqi took a deep sip of the roast chicken, tears of happiness: "It's so fragrant! Are you asking about the wound?" She snorted and said, "It's all right!"

With the roast chicken, her spirit and spirit were different in an instant, ah wu took a bite on the plump and plump chicken thigh, and was grabbed by the back of her neck. Zhu Shoumei stood with her face blank. Behind her, he chopped off the roast chicken from her hand.

Bai Seventeen: "..."

Bai Shiqi stared at Zhu Shoumei who fell from the sky stupidly, wondering why she was just lethargic for a few days, how could she practice walking silently in one or two of them?

Zhu Shoumei reprimanded her with a black face: "Escape from the dead and save her life, don't you know what you cherish?" He pinched her cheeks and even snatched the big bite of meat in her mouth, wishing to hit her **** the head. Two clicks to make her remember.

Bai Shishipan’s eyes turned green. How could he give up easily, holding Zhu Shoumei’s waist and pretending to cry: "Shoumei! Meimei! Have you forgotten the fight I fought for you back then? Did I help you grill the fish? How could you cruelly grab meat from me?"

Zhu Shoumei held the roast chicken high, was hugged by Bai Shiqi, and the whole person was attached to him, her face flushed suddenly, knowing that she was seriously injured, she did not dare to push it away, and she stammered: "I, I... Loosen...Let go! Master Qian urges you to pay attention to eating and drinking...you start to drive...seventeen..."

Outside the window, Zhao Ziheng laughed loudly, and asked from the other side of the window: "Young Master Bai, do you want me to come in and help you?"

If it was someone else, Zhao Ziheng would have shunned it a long time ago, but Zhu Shoumei and him were only half a catty worth of force, so that he dared to stand up for his brother.

Zhao Wugui stared at the entangled figure of the two, not knowing what it was like.

Zhu Shoumei was afraid that Bai Shiqi could **** the meat, and was afraid that her serious injury would not heal the wound, so she could only try her best to win with her height. She stood on her tiptoes and blushed. The Persian Monkeys refused to come down on him, she suddenly " "Ouch" with a scream, slowly sliding down from Zhu Shoumei...

"Seventeen?" Zhao Wujiu hurriedly got up from the wheelchair, trembling as he climbed the window, "Seventeen, do you matter?"

Zhu Shoumei was also frightened by her. She squatted down anxiously and asked, "Seventeen, how are you?"

Zhao Ziheng was about to climb inside the window, only to find that Bai Shiqi turned his head and chewed on the roast chicken, and winked triumphantly at their brothers.

Zhu Shoumei cared and confused, and when she found that she was being deceived, she suddenly stopped getting angry: "If you do this, I will call the master! I can't control you, can the master and Bai Bangzhu always control you?!"

Bai Shiqi can be soft and hard, know the current affairs well, and quickly beg for mercy: "Slim plum! Slim plum! I just took a bite, just a small bite! Ouch, it hurts! The wound hurts!"

Zhu Shoumei suspiciously: "Really?"

Bai Shiqi sat on the ground with cold sweat covering his abdomen, half-closed his eyes: "It hurts..."

She has always been alive and kicking, rarely weak. So far, Zhu Shoumei can still control the truth and falsehood. She quickly threw the roast chicken and hugged the person in her arms. Zhao Wujiu and Zhao Ziheng and brothers stood together in front of the window, and the door suddenly Opening from the outside, Zhao Wujiu quickly closed the window with his eyesight and hands, only to hear Bai Zhenting's loud voice resounding like an explosion of thunder: "What's the matter?"

The window was not closed, and there was a small gap. Through the gap, Zhao Wujiu saw Bai Zhenting and Qiu Yunping walk in from the outside. He probably saw Zhu Shoumei and Bai Shiqi hugging each other, and his expression was a little uncomfortable. It's so pretty.

Zhu Shoumei: "...It may be a wound from walking."

I don't know what Bai Zhenting thought, he picked up Qiu Yunping from behind and pushed forward: "Yunping, you go and help Seventeen on the bed."

Except for Bai Zhenting who ordered, everyone inside and outside the room was taken aback by him.

Zhao Wujiu got back into the wheelchair and motioned to Zhao Ziheng to push him away, and stayed. He was afraid that he could not help but rush in.

Compared with Zhao Wujiu's sad departure, Zhu Shoumei and Qiu Yunping in the room looked at each other.

Zhu Shoumei was unwilling to let go, but Qiu Yunping involuntarily took a step back, as if there was a big hole waiting for him in front of him. If it weren't for Bai Zhenting who insisted on pulling him over to visit the patient, he didn't want to step in at all.

Bai Shiqi climbed on Zhu Shoumei's arm and stood up, his regretful eyes stayed on the roast chicken on the ground for a while, kicked without a trace, and the fat and strong roast chicken was kicked under the table.

She leaned back on Zhu Shoumei and returned to the bed. She didn't know if it was an illusion. Zhu Shoumei always felt that since Bai's helper came in, Bai Shiqi had been extremely weak, and even the voice of speaking was weakened. She half-leaned on the bed and asked in a low voice: " Daddy comes here... but something?"

Bai Zhenting hinted to her "You understand what I mean" with his eyes, and pushed Qiu Yunping over: "I guess you are boring alone, so I brought Qiu Yunping over to relieve your boredom."

Qiu Yunping: "..." Feelings are in the heart of Bai Bangzhu, I'm just a mischief artist?

He enthusiastically suggested: "If the young master is bored, why not let Song Si Niangzi come in and talk?"

Bai Zhenting's thick eyebrows were about to be twisted together, and he said gruffly: "I asked you to accompany Seventeen, what are you doing for others to come in?" Pu Shan's big slap wanted to slap him on the back of his head. The kid is resuscitated.

As soon as he said this, Qiu Yunping was puzzled, but Zhu Shoumei's face was earthy, stiffly standing on the bedside and unable to say a word.

Zhao Wujiu finished writing a letter and handed it to Shu Changfeng to seal it, instructing him: "Send back to Beijing as soon as possible."

Yu Ang craned his neck and wanted to know the content of the letter. He was most worried about his current situation: "Have your Highness mentioned anything to your majesty?"

Zhao Wujiu: "You are dead if you mention it." He was in a bad mood today and didn't want to be a kind person.

Yu Ang: "His Royal Highness, that's different!" I heard that the officials appointed by the DPRK to investigate the salt roads of Lianghuai were already on their way, which made Yu Ang's situation even more embarrassing.

"Then your Highness... writes to your Majesty, isn't it for the Lianghuai Salt Road?"

Zhao Wujiao coldly glanced at him, and his eyes seemed to be full of blood: "No. This king wrote to his father to ask himself to clean up the water bandits in the rivers and rivers of the two Huai Rivers, lest they continue to cause trouble."

Yu Ang: "..."

Shu Changfeng: "His Royal Highness...Is it for Young Master Bai?"

Zhao Wujiu: "This king is for the people along the Huaihe River to stop suffering from water bandits."

Zhao Ziheng was moved by himself and squeezed his hands tightly: "Cousin, I thank you for Seventeen!" The cousin made the move, so why worry about it?

From now on, Bai Shiqi will no longer have to encounter this kind of danger.