[Quick Wear] Manual for Saving the Miserable Male Match

Chapter 131 The Farmer’s Young Master’s General Husband (3)

Shi Yu nodded, "Any method will do." His body had reached its limit of endurance, and he gasped a little between words.

"Okay." Song Cian slowly supported the person and leaned against him.

After Shi Yu had completely recovered from the medicinal properties, the sky was completely dark. Song Cian stood up and washed the dirt on her hands with cold water, then opened the door and went out to boil some hot water in the kitchen next to her.

The wounds on Shi Yu's body need to be treated with medicine. Although he has partially recovered with the help of 001, the wounds opened by the sharp arrows still need to be treated.

He boiled hot water and treated Shi Yu's wounds as well as his own. Relying on his memory, he dug out a small bag of golden sore medicine from a remote cabinet near the door and applied it to the injured areas of the two of them.

Shi Yu woke up once while taking off his clothes to take a bath and treat the wound, but because his body was already exhausted, he fell asleep in the blink of an eye, but his muscles were still tense, like a leopard ambushing its prey, ready to pounce at any time. Kill the prey with one blow.

The young body in front of him is thin and beautiful, with fair complexion, firm waist and abdomen, and just the right amount of muscles evenly distributed. The marks left by the swords all over the body not only did not destroy the beautiful body, but showed a unique beauty, which is a badge unique to soldiers.

His fingertips traced the scars on Shiyu's waist and abdomen. The wounds there had already scabbed off, and a layer of pink tender flesh had grown out. The fingertips traced across the entire body and began to tremble, as if they couldn't bear the teasing.

General Shi Yu, who was protecting the country, was stabbed in the waist and abdomen by the enemy on the battlefield. Although he defeated the enemy, he was seriously injured and finally had to rest for half a year before he could get out of bed. However, the imperial doctor diagnosed Shiyu as having been injured in the abdomen and would be unable to conceive for the rest of her life.

Everyone in the Yan Dynasty didn't know that Shi Yu, the country-protecting general with great military exploits, was not only plain-looking, but also sterile. My brother's status is already low, and those who can't get pregnant are like cattle and horses, and they are tortured.

Sissi rubbed the pink tender flesh that was trembling slightly under her fingertips, and Song Cian's eyes darkened slightly. This injury was the reason why Shiyu was unable to have children.

It was scratched all the way from the left waist to the abdomen. Just by looking at it, one could believe how seriously injured Dao Shiyu was.

After digging out a brand new set of obscene clothes and pants for Shi Yu to put on, Song Cian blew out the oil lamp and got into bed. There has been no rest since the teleportation, and now my head hurts as if it is going to explode.

The room was silent.

As soon as the sky dawned, Song Cian opened his eyes. This is a habit he developed by traveling through so many small worlds.

As soon as Song Cian opened his eyes, he was faced with a pair of complex eyes that were confused, angry, doubtful, and a little shy, "You, let me go." The other party said.

Maybe after what happened last night, he knew that the person in front of him had no ill intentions toward him, or maybe he just had to bow his head under the roof. Shi Yu's tone was far less aggressive than last night.

The habit she developed in the previous world was to sleep with Qi Qingyu in her arms every night. Since he had just been teleported, he naturally held Shi Yu in his arms after falling asleep last night.

"Sorry." Song Cian felt the tense body next to her and retracted her arm.

After being released from the restraint, Shi Yu stepped back repeatedly, and did not stop until he felt within a safe range. Looking at the clothes on his body, it was obvious that they were not his own.

Thinking again of the man who helped him relieve the effects of the medicine last night, he seemed to still be able to feel the unfamiliar touch, and the injuries on his body had been well taken care of. Shi Yu said, "Who are you? Where are you?" Even with amnesia, Shi Yu still maintained the vigilance he should have.

Song Ci sat up and put on his clothes slowly. He looked like a truly noble, dignified and elegant young man. In short, you should not get involved with the dilapidated house, old wooden table, and poor wedding clothes in front of you.

Song Cian put on a crow-green robe, "My name is Song Cian, I am your husband, and this is my home."

Looking at the 囍 characters randomly posted on the windows and doors, this person was not lying. This was Shi Yu's subconscious reaction, but who was he? What followed was a tearing pain in the head, as if something was wrapped in layers, and it was heartbreaking pain when touched.

who I am? I am Shiyu. Who is Shiyu? I have no idea I have no idea!

My head is confused and aching.

Song Cian walked over and pressed his hands on Shi Yu's head. These hands seemed to have magic power, and the pain slowly began to disappear, replaced by a gentle comfort.

"How's it going? Does it still hurt?" Song Cian asked softly.

Shi Yu shook his head, his eyes that were distracted by pain slowly focused, and stared at Song Cian seriously, "My name is Shi Yu, I don't remember anything else."

"I seem to have lost my memory."

"It's okay." Song Ci'an gently stroked Shi Yu's back, "I'll remember it."

Shi Yu's injuries were serious. After finding a brand new robe for Shi Yu to put on, Song Cian went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

After all, two sick people can't live without food.

The original owner didn't have much food left, just a bag of rice and some coarse grains, and two eggs in the bowl.

The two grown men couldn't help eating this little food. Song Ci'an was thinking about whether to go to the mountains to catch some game after breakfast. The villagers living here would go to the mountains to catch pheasants, hares and the like from time to time.

However, not everyone can catch even these small animals. Except for some hunters who specialize in this kind of hunting and are better at catching them, others only come in occasionally to see if they can try their luck.

I simply cooked some porridge and boiled two eggs. Here is breakfast for two.

Looking at Shi Yu's long black hair that was scattered vertically, Song Cian found a hairpin, gently picked up the long hair from his ears with both hands, and tied up the hanging long hair in a few clicks.

"My arm hurts and I can't lift it up." Shi Yu lowered his eyes and explained.

"Yeah." Song Ci'an sat at the table, "Let's eat."

Shi Yu took a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and slowly sipped it into his mouth. It is very thick, I must have used a lot of rice. In a small village like the Yan Dynasty, except for the newborn baby who has no milk to drink, only the family can cook such thick white porridge, which is usually reluctant to part with.

After clearing away the dishes, Song Cian went out. Before leaving, I specially took a deck chair and placed it in a sunny place in the courtyard so that I could lie down and rest.

"Xiao An, Xiao An!" Shi Yu was lying on the recliner, covered with a layer of golden light, looking like he had been peaceful for many years, but was suddenly interrupted by a voice outside the door.

Seeing that the noise outside the door became more and more intense, even the wooden door was being knocked and banged. The wooden door, which had been in disrepair for a long time, seemed to be about to strike at any moment, making a creaking sound.