Prince, who shall we kill today?

Chapter 120 Daughter-in-law

"What a mess, aren't you a monk? How could you have a son? Isn't he a man? How could it be your daughter-in-law?"

Shang Mu didn't bother to pay attention to him, he directly kidnapped him and left.

"Hello—" the old Yutou yelled twice, quickly picked up the things on the ground and sent them to Lao Ge, and then hurriedly got into Shang Mu's tent.

When he entered, Shang Mu was taking off the young man's wet clothes and was wiping his body, then asked the old fisherman to help him change into dry clothes, and found a quilt to wrap him up.

The old Yutou was full of doubts: "Aren't you a monk? How could you have a son?"

"Can't you become a monk halfway?"

"Isn't he a man? How could he be your daughter-in-law?"

"How do I know what my son has done?"

"Why do you conclude that he is your son or daughter-in-law through a bracelet?"

"I now conclude that this is my daughter-in-law, not my son. My son has a big frame and is 25 this year. He shouldn't be so delicate and delicate." Shang Mu held the hand that was taken off the young man's wrist. "This bracelet was made by my junior brother in the temple to help my son when he was born. Eighteen beads represent Jiayu's 18th year. He put them on one by one by himself. I My son has worn it since he was a child, and I told him that he should not leave his body unless he meets someone he likes, and he can give it as a token of love."

The old Yutou grabbed the young man's arm, put two fingers on his pulse, and while checking his pulse, said: "Maybe your son is dead? Maybe this kid took this bracelet off your son Woolen cloth?"

"Nonsense!" Shang Mu glared at him, and then started bragging about his own son, "My son is with me. He is talented, has a strange bone, and is a prodigy in martial arts. He can fight a hundred at the age of ten. How can you die so easily?"

"Okay, okay, you are amazing, and so is your son." The old fisherman let go of his young arms and shook his head lightly, "But your daughter-in-law is very sick and is about to die."

"What's the mess? Didn't it just soak in the water?" Shang Mu pushed him away, and went to check the child's pulse by himself, but his complexion got worse and worse.

"Let me just say it." The old Yutou stuffed the young man's arm back under the quilt, and said helplessly, "No wonder he jumped into the river. I guess he knew that his time was short and he didn't want to drag others down. What do you do now? Shall we throw him back into the river and let him go more comfortably, or stay and ask him about your son?"

"Of course he stayed!" Shang Mu wished he could kick the old Yutou out. He stared at the young man, frowned and said, "If it falls into my hands, I must save him."

Otherwise, I would have no face to go back to see my son.

Shang Mu thought in his heart, this damn thing must be arranged by fate.

He had been separated from his wife and children for fourteen years, and unexpectedly met his daughter-in-law.

A good-looking baby lying in front of him is not a human being.

He turned to the old fisherman: "Please, help him make a bowl of fish soup."

"Okay." Old Yutou said, "You put a damp cloth on his forehead to dissipate the heat, and I'll make him a bowl of cold medicine first."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

After the old Yutou left, Shang Mu closed the tent tightly, then soaked his own towel, folded it and put it on the forehead of his daughter-in-law, and took a dry towel to wipe his wet long hair.He looked closely at this person's face and found that it was somewhat familiar, but thinking that he had been isolated from the world for 14 years and had never seen anyone outside, he thought it was because his thoughts were muddled.

After a while, the old Yutou brought the medicinal soup, and Shang Mu carefully fed his daughter-in-law to drink, and then stayed by his side all day.

He thought about many things, and there were many things he dared not think about.

For example, how is your son?How tall is it?What does it look like?Are you like yourself?

Still... remember yourself?

In the afternoon Yuelu got into his tent to look for him, and he waved his hand to let the child play.

Yuelu looked at the person on the bed curiously, and sighed, "He's so pretty."

A sense of pride surged in Shang Mu's heart: "That's natural."

After all, she is her own daughter-in-law.

"Who is he, adoptive father?" Xiao Lu gently brushed away the broken hair on the man's forehead, and carefully looked at his eyebrows.

"Don't move." Shang Mu pulled Yuelu away, and said casually, "My friend's son."

He had already colluded with the old Yutou, although the old Yutou didn't know why he did this.

Yuelu blinked: "Your friend? What friend?"

"Hey, why do you have so many questions?" Shang Mu picked up the little kid and threw him outside his room door, "Go, go, go play with your brother, don't disturb me."

Yuelu was very wronged immediately, his adoptive father had never chased him away before.Now a stranger comes and treats him like this.I can't live this day!I can't pass it!

He turned his head and threw himself into his brother's arms, and told his brother about the stranger lying on the foster father's bed.

His brother gave a faint "hmm" and said casually, "I'll check it out later."

In the evening, Yueling went to Shangmu's room to see the strange visitor on his bed.The old Yutou happened to be there, so he briefly explained how he picked up the man.

Yue Ling stared at the man's face without asking anything.

Like an old mother, Shang Mu wiped his daughter-in-law's hands very skillfully. He said flatly, "Let him stay, and I will give him half of my ration."

"Up to you." Yue Ling said, "Take care of him."

Not long after he left, the man woke up.First, he coughed for a while, which made Shang Mu very worried, so he patted his back lightly, and coaxed him gently again and again.

The young man was pale and his eyes were swollen badly.Just looked at him quietly, silent.

"Good boy, drink some medicine first. After drinking the medicine, you will feel better." Shang Mu helped him up, took the soup and medicine from the old Yutou, and wanted to feed him.The other party gritted his teeth and refused to open his mouth, as if giving up the treatment.

Shang Mu had a smile on his face, but his hands were not gentle.He insisted on pinching the man's cheek, and forcefully poured some medicine, coaxing in a warm voice: "It's a bit bitter, bear with it, and I'll give you candy after drinking."

This little suffering is nothing to Han Che.

He has suffered more.

He leaned against the man's arms extremely weakly, his eyes fixed on his bald head and he couldn't move his eyes away.

After he finished drinking the medicine, the monk put him back under the quilt, fed him a piece of rock candy, and then looked at him and said, "Son, I know you are sick and very sick. Don't give up yet, I will definitely I want to save you. Give me some time and let me think of a way. Okay?"

The candy melts in the mouth, sweet from the tip of the tongue to the bottom of the heart.

Han Che looked at him and said, "Who are you? Why did you save me?"

It's not too much trouble to come again, the brain has a hole.

Why do I always meet this kind of person.

Really unlucky.