Don't talk about money and hurt feelings!Marquis【Crossover】

Chapter 134 The Puppeteer

The wounds on Xu Ziying's body healed surprisingly quickly. In the blink of an eye, except for the sword wound on his right shoulder, the bruises on his body have almost healed, but the color has not faded. Compared with the fair skin, the marks on the wrists and thighs are a bit ugly That's all.

"Xiao Du, help me up quickly, I want to go for a walk."

Xu Ziying can walk on the ground, as long as he doesn't run or jump, he's fine, but Du Yi is a little uneasy: "Madam, Master Hou hasn't come back yet, why don't we wait for Master Hou to take you out?"

Xu Ziying didn't want to: "I'm going to lie down in the coffin again, my limbs are going to degenerate, don't talk nonsense and go out with me."

In fact, Du Yi also wanted to go out. Ever since Xu Ziying was injured, he had been staying at the house to take care of him. He didn't leave the door very often. He missed the taste of street food for a long time, so he helped Xu Ziying get up.

Xu Ziying put on her clothes and looked at herself in the bronze mirror. She was still sick, her limbs were weak and she looked listless. After thinking about it, she asked Du Yi to find a bamboo hat with white gauze and put it on to cover her face.

"Okay, let's go." He turned his arms, looking forward to it.

Before he went out, Du Yi stretched out his hand to smooth his cuffs: "Madam, the marks on the wrist probably take half a month to heal."

Xu Ziying's skin is fair, and there are many bruises on his body, so it is inevitable that there will be no scars, "It's okay, it's okay." He is not a person who pays attention to appearance, as long as it doesn't hurt, he doesn't care about anything else, and he is quite experienced and authentic.

"I, I had an injury on my wrist before. It's just the same bruise. It'll be fine if you take care of it. There's no trace really..."

Before she finished speaking, Xu Ziying was stunned, with a smile on her face, as if she suddenly thought of something, Du saw that he was surprised, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Ah, it's okay, let's go."

The bamboo hat covered his face, so no one could see his slightly frowning brows. When he went out the door, his ankle staggered and staggered when he went down the steps. Du Yi hurriedly supported him. Leaned back.

Xu Ziying put almost all the weight on her, and immediately controlled it again. She stood on the spot and stabilized her body, saying, "It's okay, I just had a headache."

Du Yi looked dazed, and said with relief: "You've been drinking medicine recently, as long as you don't get too excited, you'll be fine. The headache just now should be because you haven't adapted to the sudden movement."

Xu Ziying took a deep breath and said slowly, "You're right..."

Du Yi squinted his eyes and smiled foolishly: "Then wait for me, I'll go see if the carriage is ready." Then he walked out of the yard quickly.

Xu Ziying was left standing alone supporting the beam. He lowered his head and pulled up his wide sleeves, and the bruises on his wrists appeared in front of his eyes.

No wonder he feels vaguely familiar with this injury, he still remembers that after he escaped from Bianmo City, he took the kind old couple and their son to the inn, and met the bandits who burned the inn.

At that time... when he woke up, he also had this kind of bruise on his body. Although it was not as serious as this time, it was more or less similar.

And they are all concentrated in the limbs, especially the wrist, as if...

Xu Ziying's thoughts were spinning, and his head suddenly seemed to be pricked by a needle. He shook his head violently, but he couldn't figure out why.

Not long after, Du Yi came back and supported Xu Ziying to go out. Xu Ziying walked a few steps and suddenly said, "Xiao Du."

"Ah? Ma'am?" Du Yi couldn't hide the joy on his face, and he was still holding something in his hand. Seeing Xu Ziying looking over, Du Yi shook his hand and smiled.

"This is the piece of silver rewarded by Master Hou. He said that you will recover soon, so save it for me to buy food."

"Ma'am, what's the matter with you?"

Xu Ziying came back to his senses and said, "It's nothing, let's go."

The carriage was covered with a thick layer of mattresses to prevent Xu Ziying from bumping into each other. After walking unsteadily to the lively place, he and Du got out of the carriage and walked.

The street was as lively as usual, but it seemed to be noisier than when it was next to it. He felt that many people were walking in one direction, looking at that place.

"What are they doing here? It's not a festival today, is it?"

There was freshly made glutinous rice green balls on the side of the road. Du Yi asked for several of them. He didn't know how much money they had, so he let the stall owner take it himself.

"Uncle Peng brought me food yesterday, and said that a puppet master is coming today. He is very powerful. His Majesty specially invited him from Nanling."

Xu Ziying now has a physical reaction to the word "puppet", and can't help but panic for a while. In retrospect, that thing is like a robot, a ghost that kills without blinking an eye.

"Puppeteer? Just make a puppet?"

Du Yi reluctantly gave Xu Ziying a green ball to eat, and began to eat what he had in his hands, speaking vaguely.

"Yes, but no one knows that His Majesty disdains such crooked ways, but this time he specially invited people to Xuanle City. I guess everyone wants to see the dignity of this magician."

Xu Ziying had lingering fears and didn't want to join in the fun, so he stood by the side of the road and ate the youth balls in small bites.

This thing was sweet, waxy and very sticky, and Du Yi suddenly choked on his belly, beating his chest incessantly.

Seeing that Du Yi was about to beat himself to death, his overnourished little face was flushed red, and the baby fat on his face was shaking. Xu Ziying patted his back and asked the servants who followed him to buy some water.

"No matter how many times I say it, I will tell you to eat slowly, and no one will snatch it from you!"

While taking pictures, Xu Ziying said that it felt like he was raising a child, and it also attracted the attention of people around him. He didn't bother to take care of it, for fear that the child Du Yi would choke to death.

A gust of breeze blows, blowing up the white veil of the bamboo hat on his head, revealing his handsome and pretty face, he could see something from the corner of his eye, he raised his head subconsciously, and found someone was looking at him.

The man was riding a horse, wearing a loose robe, and his long hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, casual and lazy.

At first glance, it looks like a playful face that can hurt a little girl's heart, but it will make people unable to help but throw themselves into the trap, willing to be cheated of money and people.

The only fly in the ointment is that his left arm should be injured and wrapped in gauze, which looks a bit funny.

The man smiled wantonly at him, and there was undisguised surprise in his eyes. He looked him up and down from head to toe several times, and finally froze on his face.

Xu Ziying has long been used to the trouble caused by this face, but somehow he thought that Rong Fei was tired of having the same arrogance as this person, why does this guy smile a bit lewdly?

After thinking about it, the man had already dismounted, and there were many people behind him. Seeing this man walking towards Xu Ziying, he immediately became the focus of attention on the street.

Xu Ziying took two steps back, not sure if he was a hooligan, slapping him would open his wounds.

Wanting to ask Xiao Du, he turned his head and saw that the kid was still fighting with the Youth League for [-] rounds, and he hadn't swallowed it yet. Suddenly, a water bottle was handed to him, and he didn't even look at it, and quickly took it to feed Du Yi.

When Du Yishun was over, Xu Ziying was about to say "thank you" while holding the water bottle, but when he saw the face of that person, his throat got stuck.

With a smile on the corner of the man's mouth, he put away the folding fan with one hand in a "snap", approached him suddenly, and said briskly, "You're welcome, my name is He Shengyan."