Chapter 70: Is there a boy hidden in Father's blanket?
Jiang Nuanzhi noticed something was wrong as soon as she got her hands on it.
Isn't this the gold lock belonging to my little guest?
He had initially intended to give this item to Baozhu, but after discussing it with her, he returned it.
I remember that child always carried it with him, so how did it end up here?
Jiang Nuanzhi frowned as she looked around, only then realizing that she was also covered in a faint smell of blood.
She looked at the trap again. The markings she had made were still there, but now there was a hole in the trap.
She frowned and looked inside, her pupils immediately contracting. She quickly pulled back the branches covering the top.
Inside the trap, a child lay curled up, his face and body covered in scratches, the blood seeping through and staining his clothes red. The child's face was obscured, but he was clearly unconscious.
Jiang Nuanzhi was startled and, without saying a word, immediately went inside and took the child out.
"What a mess! Could this trap be my bad luck? I've been trying to catch chickens and pigs for so long, but I've managed to trap two people instead."
As she frowned and took the child's pulse, she thought about how she must find a time to defuse this trap. She didn't want anyone else to fall into it.
After taking the child's pulse and examining him, Jiang Nuanzhi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The child's clothes were stained with blood, which looked quite frightening, but he actually only had minor scratches. The blood on his body probably belonged to someone else.
However, the child's temperature is a bit high. He must have experienced something upheaval, causing him great emotional turmoil, and coupled with his delicate constitution, he fell ill.
I gave him some clean water first, and then put the child on the horse.
Forget about fishing for now, he picked up the firewood he had just gathered and headed home immediately.
With many people in the house and the child's identity in question, Jiang Nuanzhi was cautious and did not walk in front. Instead, she put the child in a basket on her back and returned from the back of the house.
Their house naturally didn't have a back door, but it did have a back window.
She quietly brought the child in through the back window and, without saying a word, stuffed him directly into Li Rong's bed.
He even shushed Li Rong.
She made some Banlangen (Isatis root) water, fed some to the child, and then jumped out of the window again, returning confidently from the front.
Li Rong: "."
she.
Where did they get a child from?
Could it be her child?
Thinking this, Li Rong felt a sudden urge to slap himself.
Sure enough, lying down for too long makes you confused.
Judging from his appearance, this child should be a bit older than Xiao Er, about the same age as Ping Er, around seven or eight years old.
His guilty wife is only fifteen years old now; she probably can't bear a child that big.
He then put some effort into bending down and taking a closer look at the child.
Although the child had wounds of various sizes, his skin was very delicate, which showed that he was usually pampered.
Although his clothes were tattered, they were still made of Shu brocade, worth a thousand gold pieces. Li Rong could tell that this child was no ordinary person.
However, he felt that the child's features were somewhat similar, as if he had seen him somewhere before. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember.
For a moment, she felt a little curious about his guilty wife.
It wasn't just this child. It seemed that the Divine Physician Magpie had come to their house a few days ago because of her.
He knew, of course, that Lu Zhong couldn't possibly invite the legendary physician, Que Shenyi.
Moreover, many people came to the house one after another, including what seemed to be the county magistrate. The county magistrate even helped inquire about Xinbo's affairs.
For a moment, Li Rong couldn't tell whether the county magistrate was a friend or foe.
If he were from the Zhao family, he wouldn't need to go to such lengths. If he weren't an official, why would he associate with his own disgraced wife? It seems there's no benefit for him. Could it be that he's also after her acupuncture skills?
Looking at his wife now, it seems she has no sense of self-preservation.
Li Rong was worried for Xin Bo, and also for his guilty wife. But given his current situation, there was nothing he could do.
Even Xinbo could only rely on his guilty wife. His feelings were very complicated.
For the past twenty years, he had never imagined that he would one day live such a life...
"Mother, what were you doing behind the house just now?"
As soon as Jiang Nuanzhi entered the courtyard, Xiao Baozhu ran over and tilted her little head to ask.
Jiang Nuanzhi stumbled and couldn't help but cough lightly: "You saw everything?"
“Xiaoli is very tall. We saw her as soon as her mother entered the village.”
Jiang Nuanzhi: "."
"I was going to go pick up my mother, but my older brother said she would come back by herself in a little while, so I waited at the door."
Jiang Nuanzhi blinked twice and patted her daughter's head: "Good girl."
She just put the child in the basket. Even if you saw her, you probably didn't see her come back with anyone, right?
"Why is there so little firewood? I told you I'd go, but you wouldn't let me."
Young Master Lü took the firewood that Jiang Nuanzhi brought back, but he was not entirely satisfied.
"Alright, thank you for your trouble, Young Master Lü."
Hearing him say that, Jiang Nuanzhi suddenly smiled and responded.
Then, for no apparent reason, Young Master Lü was put on a horse by Jiang Nuanzhi.
Xiao Er was traveling with him.
"Go early and come back early." Jiang Nuanzhi waved her hand, then turned around and went to get the medicine herself.
It's time for Li Rong to take his medicine at noon.
And the child, who now has a high fever, also needs medication.
Thinking this through, there were still many places where firewood would be needed. With someone like Young Master Lü around, there was no harm in not using him.
"No, what's wrong with her?"
Once outside, Young Master Lü looked at the waiter with a face full of questions.
Xiao Er's wide grin immediately shut, and he frowned, saying, "I'll get angry if you talk about A Nuan like that."
Young Master Lü paused for a moment, glanced at the waiter's serious expression, and rubbed his nose: "Fine, I won't say anything more, okay?"
Waiter: "Then you have to promise! You'll never say bad things about Ah Nuan again."
"Okay, I promise. I'll say it again, and I'll slap myself in the face."
"good!"
Young Master Lü: "..."
Sure enough, all his claims about Brother Lü being the most powerful were false!
Jiang Pangya's child! She's quite the liar.
The group stayed there for lunch before returning.
Jiang Nuanzhi stewed a large pot of pork ribs at noon. The firewood in the pot was strong, and the stewing time was long, so the ribs were stewed until they were very tender. The potatoes in the pot had also been cooked until they were almost mushy.
The iron pot was topped with a layer of minced meat and scallion flower rolls. Half of the flower rolls were submerged in the broth, absorbing its rich aroma, making them irresistible.
In addition, she also roasted some sweet potatoes.
Baked instant noodles take too long to cook, so Jiang Nuanzhi specially fried a few noodle cakes for Young Master Lü so he could have a taste.
This young master ate with such gusto, his mouth practically dripping with oil.
Finally, they packed up all the dozen or so pancakes that Jiang Nuanzhi had fried and took them with them.
Jiang Nuanzhi naturally didn't forget to bring some back for Wan'er. She even thoughtfully taught Uncle Zhao how to make instant noodles.
Wan'er was still a little reluctant to leave. However, Magistrate Feng made it clear that she could only stay until after lunch at the latest. She had no choice but to keep her promise and reluctantly bid farewell to Xiao Baozhu.
No sooner had everyone left than Xiao Baozhu grabbed Jiang Nuanzhi and beckoned to her mysteriously.
Jiang Nuanzhi leaned down and heard Xiao Baozhu whisper in her ear, "Mother, I secretly saw that you hid a man in Father's quilt."
Jiang Nuanzhi: "."
"Baozhu, what you said isn't wrong, but it might sound better if you replace 'man' with 'boy'."
Baozhu tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Is there a boy hiding under Daddy's blanket?"
Jiang Nuanzhi: "."
That makes it sound like her father is a pervert.
But it's still better than being a pervert.
“Okay,” Jiang Nuanzhi nodded immediately and patted her daughter’s head: “Let’s go see the little brother.”
However, the scene that greeted Jiang Nuanzhi upon entering made her pupils shrink sharply.
The next second, she threw the sweet potato in her hand, deflecting the dagger the boy was holding to Li Rong's throat.
The little boy's dagger was knocked away by Jiang Nuanzhi's sweet potato. The next second, he ran desperately towards the dagger, picked it up, leaned against the corner of the wall, held the dagger in his hand, and looked at them warily.
"Don't be afraid, put the dagger down first. We're not bad people. Don't you remember us meeting before?"
A hint of confusion flashed in the little boy's eyes, which were almost like those of a trapped animal, before his gaze gradually focused on Jiang Nuanzhi's face.
Li Rong: Let's just live one day at a time, what more could we ask for?
(End of this chapter)
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