Chapter 6 World One
The three men who were about to cause trouble had their fingers whipped. Before they could even fight back, they were surrounded and suppressed by a group of soldiers. Several long swords were suddenly placed on their necks, and for a moment they dared not even breathe heavily.
The young soldier told Mu Nanxing in a few words how these men had snatched the disaster relief food and even tried to touch the precious fan.
Mu Nanxing looked back at the treasure fan behind him, only to see that she was hiding tightly behind him, seeking his protection.
"take away."
At Mu Nanxing's command, the soldiers pressed down the three rioters and were about to leave. Baoshan spoke in a very thin and weak voice, "Young Marquis, they stole my gold foil before."
Bao Shan was extremely cautious during his escape, and the few pieces of gold foil he managed to save were snatched away by the people in front of him.
Fortunately, the precious fan was still covered in dirt at that time and was not attractive to many people, otherwise it would not just be the gold foil that would be stolen.
When the soldiers searched the few people, they looked incredulous. They stared at the precious fan and found it difficult to connect her with the ragged refugee.
The gold foil was found and the soldiers counted it, finding a total of thirteen pieces.
The soldiers presented the gold foil, and Mu Nanxing pointed to the treasure fan.
Bao Shan was frightened and worried about the gold foil that had been stolen from her. She walked forward slowly, looking back at Mu Nanxing every three steps.
Mu Nanxing felt a little depressed when he saw her attitude, and he ignored her.
Thirteen pieces in total, thirteen intact pieces of gold foil, returned to Baoshan's hands.
The three people who were caught hid the gold foil on their bodies and did not dare to spend it casually.
They were afraid that spending the gold foil would attract the attention of other greedy people. When they learned that the relief team sent from the capital had arrived in Fuling City, they thought of using the relief food to get through the period first. After the refugees were properly resettled and everything stabilized, they would make good use of the gold foil.
Who would have thought that for a moment he was bewitched and blinded by beauty.
Not only did he lose his three meals a day, but he was also forced to return the gold foil.
Seeing that Bao Shan and Mu Nanxing seemed to have a close relationship, several people thought that they were women who had offended a high-ranking official, and that they would definitely be in trouble if they were caught this time.
The thought of their own suffering emboldened them.
"No wonder this little beauty doesn't want to follow me, it turns out she's found someone else who's on a higher branch.
Tsk tsk, following him from the capital, you can enjoy yourself for a while, but when he gets tired of playing with your body, he'll abandon you in Fuling City and go back to the capital alone!"
"Haha, I see the little beauty's eyes are full of spring tears. I wonder how much grace she has enjoyed from this master!"
Their teasing made Baoshan blush and she didn't know what to do for a moment.
Mu Nanxing remained calm. With a flash of sword light, the noise of those people stopped, leaving only three bloody tongues on the ground.
Suddenly, screams rang out from the East City Gate, and Baoshan's face turned pale.
The three men only lost their tongues, but their lives were spared. However, considering their actions today, keeping their lives was not a good thing.
Back at the post station, Mu Nanxing looked at the empty Pisces bronze washbasin. He seemed to hear a scream in his ears, and the pale face flashed through his mind.
"Still young"
"So impulsive"
'Too reckless'
Young Marquis Mu, who had always been conceited, doubted himself for the first time: Could it be that I am really not that reliable? Was my action today...
The noise outside the door interrupted his thoughts.
Baoshan stood outside the door and pointed out the window. It was already getting dark and it was time to go to bed.
"Young Marquis, let me change your clothes for you."
Change clothes...
Mu Nanxing looked stunned, and then he remembered that he had promised this morning to let Baoshan help him dress and change clothes.
His laces undone, his brocade robes removed, Mu Nanxing, now dressed in only his white undergarment, no longer held the aloof, distant air he had during the day. Perhaps it was the soft glow of the inn's candlelight. His hair was loose, his brows lowered, the orange light shone on his jade-like face. A dark blue headband rested in his palm, giving him a youthful air of youthful spirit.
Baoshan held Mu Nanxing's changed clothes in her arms and was not in a hurry to leave.
She stared at the slowly swaying candlelight, her voice becoming softer and softer.
"Thank you so much today, young marquis. You saved me again and retrieved the gold foil for me."
The previous incident with Zhang Shang and this time with the porridge, Mu Nanxing had saved her twice, and also taught those rude people a lesson so that they could no longer say such dirty words.
Mu Nanxing had heard words of thanks countless times, but this was the first time he had the urge to ask.
"Do you think I'm scary?"
After saying this, Mu Nanxing regretted asking this question and hurriedly said another sentence.
"You go out."
Baoshan held the clothes, the door was half open, and she turned back to look at Mu Nanxing. Her eyes seemed to crush the stars, and there was a hint of admiration in them.
"Young Marquis was very brave today. I'm afraid I'll never forget this scene."
How could I be afraid?
After she finished speaking, she closed the door and left.
The melancholy that lingered in Mu Nanxing was dispelled by these light and clever words. Mu Nanxing turned back into his usual young Marquis Mu.
When Feng Hui rushed back to the post station, it was already late at night. He had not eaten all day, so he asked the kitchen to prepare some wine and meat.
The waiter bent down with a respectful look and said, "Miss Baoshan has already made arrangements. The food is warming in the pot."
When Feng Hui heard that it was Baoshan who arranged the meal, he felt both touched and awkward.
The food has been prepared in advance and is placed in a pot, heated with hot water to keep it warm.
It would not ruin the taste of the food, and it would save time in preparing the food, allowing Feng to have food immediately when he returned to the post station.
"Then serve it up."
There are three dishes and one soup in total, including both meat and vegetables. The soup, in particular, has been simmered for several hours. Nourishing mushrooms are added to the soup, and it has been simmered over low heat until now. It tastes fresh and delicious.
The portion of the meal is just right, Feng Hui is a person who does not waste food.
If there is too much food, he will eat it even if he is full.
After finishing today's meal, he only felt 70% full.
Although Feng Hui wanted to eat meat and drink wine, the waiter said that Baoshan had already made arrangements.
If you eat too much meat, fish, or greasy food at night, it will accumulate in your abdomen and you will feel uncomfortable the next day.
In addition, the mushroom soup was indeed nutritious and delicious. After taking a sip, Feng Hui felt that his fatigue was relieved a little and he no longer missed the food and wine.
When he returned to his room to rest, he heard Mu Nanxing asked him when he would be back today, and he felt strange.
Baoshan cared about him, and although he felt awkward, he was still at ease in his heart.
But Mu Nanxing cared about him, and Feng Hui felt uneasy.
If the waiter had not told him that Mu Nanxing had already gone to bed, he would have rushed into his room and asked him what he meant today.
Bao Shan and Feng Hui went to the market together and bought some snacks and a set of jewelry.
"Brother Feng Hui, what do you want to buy?"
Feng Hui shook his head. His food, clothing, and daily necessities were all provided by the barracks, and he couldn't think of anything to buy at the market. Seeing him like this, Bao Shan stood up and headed back to the post station.
Zhang Shang's right hand was already disabled, but Mrs. Zhang always felt that the doctor's medical skills were not good enough, and she forced the doctor to prescribe medicine for Zhang Shang's right hand.
The doctor had no other options but to prescribe some blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing prescriptions that would be harmless to the right hand.
The matter of the disabled hand was kept a secret by everyone in the Zhang family. Mrs. Zhang was afraid that Zhang Shang would find out and be sad, so she told the story at home.
If anyone dared to discuss this matter and Zhang Shang found out, he would beat them to a pulp and sell them off. Where else could a crippled person be sold? The servants didn't even dare to think about it and naturally kept their mouths shut.
Zhang Shang wasn't upset because he didn't know what was wrong with his right hand. Although he still had no feeling in his right hand, the doctor said it would take another 100 days for the broken bones to heal.
What's more, his injury is much more serious than a broken bone, and he needs to be well taken care of to recover.
Zhang Shang was worried that the treasured fan had been stolen, and he urged his servants to look for it. One day, two days, no one could find it... As time went by, Zhang Shang began to lose his appetite and became much thinner.
Mrs. Zhang cursed Bao Shan in her heart for being a vixen who caused her son to lose his hand and injure his body. At the same time, she had to coax Zhang Shang, and she always found a way to comfort others.
Even when his subordinates brought crickets and snow-white parrots to amuse him, Zhang Shang still could not be happy.
He could see the shadow of the treasure fan in his dreams day and night. At this moment, he really hated the person who ruined his good deeds.
If it weren't for that person, he would have coaxed the precious fan back home long ago, and there would be no need for him to be here in unrequited love, but not even be able to touch the shadow of the beauty.
Zhang Shang looked around boredly, but vaguely saw the shadow of the treasure fan.
He pulled the attendant who had followed him out of the palace that day and said anxiously, "Look, is that a treasured fan?"
The attendant had barely rested from his beating when he heard Zhang Shang had woken up and was yelling for him to serve him. He had no choice but to get up and go serve Zhang Shang. Even as Zhang Shang questioned him, his legs were still shaking.
Following Zhang Shang's finger, the follower didn't see even a piece of the sleeve. He just thought his master's eyes were blurry.
"There is no trace of Miss Baoshan. I think the young master missed her too much and became sick with longing, so he vaguely saw her."
Zhang Shang looked at the empty corner and muttered to himself.
"Maybe I really saw it wrong."
In the shop at the corner, after a long time, Bao Shan and Feng Hui walked out and headed towards the post station.
At the Zhang Mansion, Madam Zhang was still complaining to Lord Zhang that it had been so long, and the murderer who hurt her son had not been found yet.
"What's the point of you being so arrogant all the time! Even your son's hand was broken, and you couldn't find anyone!"
"Wait a little longer."
Mrs. Zhang snorted coldly.
"Wait a little longer? What do you want me to wait for? Wait for that person to escape from Fuling City and flee to the ends of the earth?"
Lord Zhang was speechless. He called someone who knew the inside story. He was the one who served Zhang Shang when he woke up that day. He knew best how Zhang Shang was injured and by whom.
"The young master said that the man was wearing casual clothes, but his eyes were unusually cold and hard, and he was followed by a group of guards. The young master was suddenly attacked by that man, and the pain was unbearable. The man then snatched Miss Baoshan away. The young master tried to chase him, but was stopped by his guards. Later, his right hand became more and more painful, and he fainted. He didn't know where the man and the guards went."
Zhang Da Ren asked again, what are the characteristics of the guard? After hearing all the information, Zhang Da Ren became more and more frightened.
Hearing these questions, Mrs. Zhang felt a headache and was extremely impatient: "Why go to all that trouble! Just post a notice and bring that person back to deal with him properly."
"Do you know who this person is?"
"Who could it be?"
Lord Zhang slumped in his chair. "This man might be a disaster relief envoy from the capital. Shang'er's right hand might have been crippled by the disaster relief envoy."
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