Of All the Transmigrations, Why Am I a Prisoner? Chapter 7

"Qiaoer, Qiaoer, bring the clear fire white porridge on the stove and these dishes to the adults in the side yard."

At the county magistrate's mansion, the cook turned her head and shouted to the door as she put the dishes on the plate.

Qiao'er is the daughter of the cook. She was in her prime. She tied her hair in two small buns with a red hair rope, and ran in from the outside: "Come on!"

"Slow down, slow down! The casserole that has just been stewed is hot! Ouch, ancestors!" The cook watched Qiao'er reach out and lift the hot casserole lid, but she didn't stop her.

"Woo woo." Qiao'er's fingers were scalded red, and tears came out from the pain.

The cook hurriedly washed Qiaoer with cold water. After rinsing for a while, she thought that it should be all right, and asked Qiaoer to dry her hands with a clean handkerchief, and hurriedly sent the dishes: "Listen to the county magistrate, that adult He is a high-ranking official, don't dare to delay, just go."

"Got it." Qiao'er responded, picked up the wooden tray with the dishes in both hands, and walked to the side yard.

When she came to the door of the wing where the adult lived, Qiao'er took a deep breath, feeling a little nervous.

I heard that the high-ranking officials from above are as fierce as tigers, with stinky and tough tempers.

Qiao'er cheered herself up at the door, and then shouted, "Is the lord inside? Bring you lunch."

"Please come in." His tone was light, but his voice was as gentle as spring rain.

Qiao'er pushed the door open with her shoulder, walked in with a wooden tray in her hand, and couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

Wow, there are so many beautiful people in the world!

Yan Shu was sitting at the desk reading books, when he heard the movement, he raised his head and saw the immature girl staring blankly at him, so he said softly, "Please put your lunch on the table, thank you. "

"Oh, good!" Qiao'er came back to her senses, hurriedly set up her lunch, and then said, "Sir, take it easy, I'll retire first."

Qiaoer saluted and was about to leave, but the person behind her suddenly shouted, "Hold on."

Qiao'er froze all over, thinking about what she did wrong in fear.

Could it be that he just stared at him for too long and offended people?

Qiao'er was so nervous that she couldn't breathe, and the adult stood up, took out a small sapphire jar the size of a copper coin from his arms, and came over and handed it to Qiaoer.

"This plaster can heal burns on your fingers. Change it three times a day. After applying the medicine, wrap it tightly with a clean cotton cloth." Yan Shu put the small sapphire jar in Qiao'er's palm and continued to instruct, "It is best not to touch it during the healing period. Water, if you have to get wet, change the dressing immediately, do you remember? If you don't remember, I'll say it again."

"Ah... um, oh." Qiao'er was so frightened that she took a long time to answer, "Thank you sir."

Yan Shu's eyes softened and he nodded at her.

Qiaoer put away the small medicine jar, walked out of the wing, and then spread her feet and ran to the stove.

She ran into the stove and yelled, "Mother! Mother! I saw a fairy!"

As a result, he kicked over a basket of vegetables, smashed two eggs, and smashed three chickens.

Inside the room.

Yan Shu sat down at the round wooden table where the lunch had been placed, and ate it slowly. After the servants cleaned up the leftovers and tableware, and put on his clothes and rested for a while, he went out without a hurry. Go to the livestock shed.

It was afternoon, the end of the day, and the sun fell.

In Suqiu, the cool breeze was blowing, Yan Shu walked to the livestock and poultry shed and stopped abruptly.

The man was lying on the ground in a casual posture, his forehead was bruised, the knuckles of the scratched fingers were pale, and the blackened blood adhered to the flipped fingernails. There is no breathing.

Yan Shu was not surprised at all.

The efficacy of the vermilion pill lasted for a full two hours. During this period, many people were tortured to death by pain or simply committed suicide.

Yan Shu stepped on the man's scarred palm expressionlessly, and after seeing that he was indifferent, he began to tighten his cuffs and prepare to collect the body.

However, between the lightning and flint, the 'dead' person suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Yan Shu's ankle with both hands, and exerted force.

Yan Shu's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he was caught off guard from falling to the ground.

In the next second, Li Changtian did not hesitate to lie on Yan Shu's back, his legs firmly clamped on his thighs, sinking his abdomen, squeezing his back, so that his lower body could no longer move, and then Li Changtian put the hand in his hand. The chain was wrapped around Yan Shu's neck and pulled back.

Yan Shu's heart suddenly froze.

Oops, I was careless for a while, and the gate of life is already in the hands of others!

Chapter end