amaotonovel Chapter 922 Why Do You Want to Marry Me?
Chapter 922 Why Do You Want to Marry Me?
This is indeed Ye Baoer.
Cen Yuan missed the important moment when Shi Anxia gave birth, and Ye Baoer almost lost her life.
After the man and the dog were rescued in time by the Western Shadow Guards, they were secretly sent to Linyang Fort, which was closest to Tiema City, to recuperate.
The best and most familiar doctors were all in the capital, and distant water could not quench nearby fire. Xiyingwei could only ask the nearest doctor for treatment.
All matters were handled by the Western Shadow Guards, and the doctor was imprisoned in Linyang Castle for more than half a year.
Ye Baoer's body was covered with wounds. After his hair was shaved off, his body was covered with blood clots and scabs.
Shi Anxia thought, my Ye Baoer has suffered a great deal.
Shi Anxia's fingers suddenly stopped on Ye Baoer.
The scars extended from the dog's ribs to the abdomen, crisscrossing like hideous centipedes.
Under the skin that rises and falls with breathing, you can feel a few unnatural depressions - those are the traces of broken and healed bones.
Every time her fingertips touched a scar, Ye Baoer's muscles would twitch instinctively. But the dog still lay on the ground docilely, tilting its head and looking at its owner with wet eyes.
Shi Anxia touched the inside of Ye Baoer's hind legs, where there were also many lacerations. Although scabbed over, the surrounding skin was still abnormally purple-red.
Ye Baoer seemed to notice his master's trembling and struggled to stand up.
But as soon as it raised its front legs, its hind legs began to twitch uncontrollably. It groaned anxiously, but still stubbornly dragged its crippled legs into Shi Anxia's arms, rubbing its wet nose against its owner's chin.
Shi Anxia reached out and hugged Ye Baoer tightly.
She also saw a palm-sized scar in the middle of its back, with the surrounding hair twisted and curled.
Those were clearly the marks left by branches piercing through - one could imagine the scene when Ye Baoer fell from a high altitude and was pierced by sharp branches.
If even the dog is like this, what about Cen Yuan?
Cen Yuan said that the two of them first fell on a pine tree on the cliff and then bounced off onto another tree.
Just a few words mean the difference between life and death.
Later, Cen Yuan and Ye Baoer returned to Beijing quietly without recovering from their injuries and stayed in the other courtyard. Zhuo Qiran and Shen Siyuan knew about it.
Shen Siyuan carefully prepared a hair-nourishing recipe, boiling herbs such as Poria cocos and Polygonum multiflorum into a thick paste every day, which he mixed with goat's milk and fed to Ye Baoer.
But in just over a month, the short hair that was originally close to the skin gradually grew fluffy. The snow-white hair hung down like satin, and when it ran, it was like flowing clouds brushing the ground.
If you are not someone familiar with the matter, you would have no idea that the big white dog is the majestic black dog Ye Baoer.
But there is a problem with this ointment. It needs to be washed off every seven days with a dye made of madder jasmine, white hyacinth, oxalis, and tea bran. Otherwise, the new hair will show its original black color.
There were also several rare herbs, worth thousands of gold, which might not be available on the market. Fortunately, Shen Siyuan had stocks, so he made a lot of money.
In short, Cen Yuan changed her appearance, and Ye Baoer was reborn. After many twists and turns, the man and the dog returned to Shi Anxia.
Shi Anxia rubbed Ye Baoer's ears affectionately.
Ye Baoer used to like An Xia rubbing his ears the most. Whenever An Xia rubbed his ears, he would snuggle into his owner's arms.
At this time, it is like this, sometimes lying on its back, sometimes turning over, sometimes rubbing with its head, sometimes licking with its tongue, as if it wants to use all its usual intimate moves.
I also want to tell my master that I am your Ye Baoer.
Shi Anxia thought to herself that she would never let Ye Baoer go on missions again. There was nothing wrong with being a pet dog.
In fact, she had thought so when Ye Baoer was injured in Chang'an County. But it would be a pity for a dog as smart as Ye Baoer to be just a pet dog.
Just like Tang Xinghe and Ma Chuyang, they are obviously talented generals, but they just stay in Beijing and play with cats and dogs like playboys. Isn't it a pity?
The young man in bright clothes and riding a horse at that time, which one of the girls didn't feel the spring water flowing in their hearts? It had nothing to do with love, but it was heart-warming and made people think about it every day.
Shi Anxia felt mixed emotions, like a mother worried about her child. She wanted glory and honor, but also wanted peace and success.
How can you have the best of both worlds?
Shi Anxia ordered to stay in Shicheng for one more day and send someone to look for stray dogs on the street.
We collected more than ten dogs, big and small, all of which were unattended and starving to the point of being skinny.
All the stray dogs were brought on board, and Zhuo Qiran helped to remove lice and deworm them, and checked them for any diseases.
Zhuo Qiran worked with a head full of white hair, and said to Bei Hui expressionlessly, "Tell your master that this is a different price. I am a royal physician, receiving a salary from the court, but I have become a veterinarian."
Bei Hui now finds Zhuo Qiran particularly pleasing to the eye, and is somewhat flattering, "Master Zhuo, you have worked hard!"
She just learned the whole story from the Madam. To sum up, Zhuo Qiran is her own man, not only responsible for the lives of the Madam and her young master and princess, but also the secrets of the Madam and the young master.
In Bei Hui's eyes, such people are definitely the most noble.
In short, she could now automatically see the white hair as a glittering halo. Each strand of white hair showed off the outstanding achievements of the man in front of her.
She blurted out, "Does Lord Zhuo have a sweetheart?"
Zhuo Qiran looked up at her and asked, "Why, you want to marry me?"
Bei Hui blushed. She originally wanted to say that if Lord Zhuo had a lover, the princess would definitely arrange a marriage for him in the future.
This was just a casual remark that came to my mind on the spur of the moment, but I never expected Lord Zhuo to be so straightforward.
Zhuo Qiran was not joking when he asked this question. He had been thinking about it for a while. He was not sure how long he could live, but it would be unfilial to be single and childless.
He was not in a hurry before, thinking there was a long time to come.
Now he is anxious and feels that the situation is imminent.
But how could he, a dying man, implicate the girl?
When he heard Bei Hui asking him, he asked back.
After asking this question, he took a closer look at the girl in front of him.
The girl is not very fair, but she has delicate features and beautiful eyebrows. At first glance, she is not noticeable. But at second glance, she is quite attractive.
Moreover, the girl's eyes were particularly clear, gentle and firm.
No wonder he can become the princess' most trusted person!
Seeing the girl blushing, Zhuo Qiran laughed to himself, "Forget it, just treat me as nonsense. A short-lived person like me is not worthy of getting married."
His words made Bei Hui's heart tremble.
"How come you are a short-lived ghost? Lord Zhuo, don't say that."
Zhuo Qiran just chuckled and raised his hand to casually brush away the hair hanging in front of his forehead. The frosty white strands were particularly dazzling in the sunlight.
"My hair is as white as snow," he said calmly, as if he was talking about today's weather. "When I go out, people will think I'm an old man in his seventies or eighties. What do you think, if this isn't a sign of a short life?"
"No, it's not!" The more Bei Hui wanted to comfort people, the worse it became. "Master Zhuo obviously has a rosy complexion and is in good spirits. He doesn't look like a short-lived ghost..."