Moonlit Magic of Winter Woods Chapter 7

"I am indeed despicable and despicable."

Harlow Jiang left the yamen and went to the blacksmith shop first, where she sold all the iron chains she had cut off the little mute last night.

Half a pound of fine iron was sold for five hundred coins.

Now that he had a thousand coins, Harlow Jiang went to the drug store.

"Is there any medicine that can cure burns in the mouth?"

The last time Harlow Jiang was warming up, she accidentally burned her hand, so she came here to buy burn medicine. A box of medicine cost eighty yuan, but thinking about the serious burn on the little mute's tongue, she wanted to buy better medicine.

The clerk looked at Harlow Jiang and saw that there were holes in her cotton-padded clothes. She didn't look rich. There was no need for her to waste money on those minor injuries, so he advised her, "You burnt your mouth? Did you burn it by drinking hot tea? It's just a person." Soak it in water, it will be fine in a few days, no need to buy medicine, go back."

Harlow Jiang shook his head and said: "It was burned by charcoal fire, it's quite serious."

The man paused for a moment. He had never heard of anyone being burned in the mouth by charcoal fire. Who would use his tongue to lick the charcoal basin?

But the clerk didn't ask any questions and went to get burnt medicine.

"This is the best medicine for burns. It can also be used for internal ulcers. It costs a hundred cents a box."

Harlow Jiang saw that the box was getting smaller, and thinking about the many injuries on the little mute's body, it was estimated that one box would not be enough to cover it all at once.

The weather is so cold now. If the little mute's injuries are not treated with medicine, he may freeze to death.

Harlow Jiang gritted his teeth and bought two boxes.

After carefully storing the medicine, Harlow Jiang went to the cloth shop to buy cotton.

Fine cotton costs three hundred cents per pound, and ordinary cotton costs two hundred cents per pound.

Harlow Jiang thought about it and bought three kilograms of ordinary cotton.

For the last two hundred yuan, she went to a rice shop and bought two buckets of brown rice.

The rice at home is not enough to last until the end of the year. Although three kilograms of cotton should not be enough to make cotton-padded clothes and quilts for two people, she cannot go hungry. She occasionally gets dizzy in the winter, and the doctor can't tell it. Most of the time she is hungry. , and the little mute was so hungry that he was all skin and bones, and his tail was even hairless, so he had better fill his stomach first.

Once again penniless, Harlow Jiang walked home carrying three large cotton bags. When she got home, the snow had not stopped.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw...

The little mute was holding a small rag, kneeling on the ground and mopping the floor.

The little mute's silver hair was rolled up casually. The summer dress he wore was too big and ill-fitting, as if he was wearing a big bag.

From this angle, Harlow Jiang could still see the protruding tail behind the little mute's waist. Judging from the shape, the tail was wrapped around his waist?

Harlow Jiang quickly looked away. How could a decent lady stare at the little mute?

"I told you I don't need you to work now." Harlow Jiang closed the door, placed one of the big bags at the door, and walked towards the little mute.

But...the floor was so clean.

There was a lot of dust from burning wood in the house, and the floor would be covered with ash if it was not wiped for a day.

Now this place has been wiped spotless by the little mute.

The little rag was taken away from the Milo Little's hand, and he was put back on the bed.

He also gestured and pointed to the cup on the table, which was the hot water he had boiled for the master.

However, he was panting while gesticulating because the injury on his body still hurt. It hurt when he was not moving, and it hurt even more when he started working. He didn't have much strength to begin with, so he kept gritting his teeth while working. With.

How could he have the nerve to eat and drink for free? Of course he wanted to do what he could to repay his master.

Although he was a little tired and in pain, he could bear it.

Harlow Jiang was indeed thirsty. She patted the dust on her hands, put down the small rag, and went to the table to drink hot water.

It was so cold outside, and the cotton coat on her body was thin. No matter how strong she was, she couldn't withstand the wind and snow.

Now that she was back home, she found a warm house, hot water, and a spotlessly clean home. She looked at the person with bright eyes next to the bed.

The little mute raised his face and blinked his beautiful green eyes, as if waiting for her instructions.

Harlow Jiang finished drinking the water, walked to the bed, and first asked: "Did you go to the yard to boil water? It's cold outside. Don't run out next time."

The Milo Little was gesticulating.

Harlow Jiang couldn't understand, so she didn't say anything more. She sat on the edge of the bed, took out the two boxes of medicine in her arms, and said, "This is medicine for burns. You should apply it first."

There’s medicine for wounds again!

The Milo Little wanted to lick the wounds on his body just now, but his tongue hurt and he couldn't lick or blow, so he could only endure it.

Unexpectedly, the owner bought medicine again!

He saw that his master's house was in ruins, and she herself was so destitute that she actually spent money on him.

The Milo Little burst into tears. His two thin arms were still wearing heavy iron rings, and he gestured again.

Harlow Jiang still didn't understand what he was gesticulating. It probably meant thanking him.

"Okay, no need to gesture, let's apply the medicine first. We will be busy later. I asked the pharmacy clerk that this medicine is also for the tongue. You can put some medicine on the tongue first." Harlow Jiang stuffed the medicine into the little mute. in hand.

The injury on the little mute's tongue was so shocking that it hurt just to look at it.

When the Milo Little heard that the medicine could heal the wounds in his mouth, he quickly opened the box and started applying the medicine without even having time to shed tears.

He wanted to heal the injury to his tongue and throat quickly, not because the injury here was the most painful, but because he wanted to talk to the owner as soon as possible.

The master thought he was mute.

His voice is sweet and soft, and his "tongue shines like a lotus flower". Anyway, he needs to be cured as soon as possible.

Harlow Jiang put the two newly bought buckets of brown rice into the kitchen, took back a few sticks of firewood, filled the brazier with firewood, washed her hands, and prepared to make clothes later.

Turn around and find...

The little mute took off all his clothes and was applying medicine to himself.

Harlow Jiang was caught off guard and saw the little mute's naked body again. She turned around and faced the door, with her back to the little mute.

Although I had seen it before, the little mute had no clothes at that time. Although he had been touched, it was to apply medicine to the little mute's scratches. Although they slept in the same bed and even hugged each other last night, that was To keep warm.

The little mute was awake now, and it was still broad daylight, so she chose to avoid it.

After all, look no further than evil, and she is a strong-blooded woman, so what if she can't hold it back anymore.

The Milo Little saw his master's actions, and he sighed in his heart again, the master is such a great person!

Unlike those bad guys from the Hehuan Sect.

But...if the master knew that he was a demon, would he treat him like the people of Hehuan Sect?

[The demon is despicable and unworthy of clothing. 】

The words of those from the Hehuan Sect rang in his ears again, and the Milo Little's eyes dimmed. He didn't know the answer.

In short, he didn't dare to let his master know that he was a demon, so he should keep it a secret.

Stay with your master and repay your kindness.

The Milo Little thought about it and became more and more sad. Sure enough, those people were right. He was indeed despicable. His master saved him and treated him so well, but he deceived him.

The Milo Little was choking with tears while applying medicine to the burns on his body.

When Harlow Jiang heard the sobbing, she tried to turn around and saw the little mute crying very fiercely.

"Why are you crying? Is it painful? Isn't this medicine easy to use?" When Harlow Jiang asked, although he looked at the little mute, he did not look directly at the little mute's body, but only looked at his face.

The Milo Little quickly stopped crying, but felt even more sad. His master still cared about him, but he despicably deceived him. He really wanted to confess to his master right away, but in that case... he would be killed. .

People hate monsters, and they hate vixens even more. He has always known that.

He also knows that the word "vixen" is not a good word, and people still use it to curse others.

So it’s even more important to hide your identity.

"What happened?" Harlow Jiang really didn't understand why he was crying.

The Milo Little forced to hold back tears. He couldn't explain clearly and couldn't, so he decided to change the topic. He held up the wound medicine and pointed at his back.

Because he couldn't see the burn on his back, he didn't dare to scribble on it. After all, the medicine was so precious.

Although he didn't know how much money he paid for the medicine, after applying it, the wound didn't hurt so much. He must have thought it was expensive, after all, even the box was so exquisite.

Harlow Jiang understood.

"It turns out that I can't reach it. Just tell me. You don't have to cry like this." Harlow Jiang walked towards the bed and said, "Oh, I forgot that you can't speak."

It seemed that the little mute was crying anxiously.

And she had her back to the little mute. The little mute couldn't shout, so he must be very anxious.

How pitiful.

Harlow Jiang thought of something. She went to the cupboard and got a copper bell. She came to the bedside and said, "Here is this for you. It was tied to the neck of the cow when there were cows at home. If you want to call me, you can Ring the bell and I can hear it."

The Milo Little took the little bell from the master's hand with great care, and gave the unfinished medicine to the master. He lay down obediently, shaking the bell from time to time to play.

The master gave it to me!

Harlow Jiang restrained herself from looking around, but she couldn't help it and took a look anyway.

Why is the tail on the back of the little mute's bu.tt missing again? The skin there is smooth and white, but there is no injury.

But why do his tail and ears come and go?

But Harlow Jiang didn't ask. She quickly dipped the medicine in and applied it to the burns on the little mute's back.

The Milo Little moaned from time to time. It wasn't that he was in pain, but that the medicine was very comfortable when applied to the wound. He moaned with pleasure.

While moaning and groaning, he also played with the copper bell.

Harlow Jiang kept swallowing passively, and the little mute's voice made her feel confused.

She repeatedly warned herself in her mind that the little mute was a pitiful little boy who had been bullied a lot, and she could never bully him again!

After finishing the medicine, Harlow Jiang went to the table and drank a large bowl of water, and then she felt much calmer.

When she turned around, the little mute had already put on his clothes.

It's so fast.

Harlow Jiang scratched her head. She looked at the cotton bundle at the door and still had to speak:

"Don't put it on yet, take off your clothes..."

The Milo Little sat upright suddenly, blinking his green eyes, screaming in his heart that something was wrong.

The master has given him the medicine, and now he plans to "enjoy" it!

But...but his identity will be exposed!

But it doesn't matter, I just took the medicine and I'm feeling better now. It's time to repay the master!

Reference prices: In the 16th year of Chongzhen's reign, cotton was worth more than 320 yuan per catty.