Queen Flower

Chapter 3 Wen Daolin

The horse ran quickly again. Fortunately, the day looked scary, but the rain didn't stop. And by the time the downpour started, they had finally reached his home.

When Wen Dao Lin dismounted, Jiang Lan woke up.

She opened her eyes and nearly screamed when she found herself in the arms of a strange man. In fact, she did cry, but her mouth was not working at the moment. After being stunned for a while, I had to face the reality, I really wasn't in my own world anymore, I really couldn't be more real.

Jiang Lan looked at Wen Daolin in frustration.

Wen Daolin smiled, "You're awake, let's go home first. This... is relatively simple..."

He entered the door with Jiang Lan in his arms, and Jiang Lan secretly observed the environment.

This is at the foot of the mountain, backed by the mountains, and there are many trees. It is a simple small courtyard with two wooden doors embedded in the fence made by the fence. The yard is not very big, there is a well on the side, and then there is a row of four bamboo houses. Although the yard is not big, it is very neat and clean. From her modern point of view, she is actually quite elegant, not as simple as he said.

However, this is not the most critical. Just before entering the door, she noticed that this is a single-family house, the only one, and there is no branch next to it. In fact, this is also understandable. Usually martial arts masters have some quirks and like to live alone in seclusion. It's just that the man in front of him is so young, which makes people doubt his status as a master.

Wen Daolin entered the room to the east and carefully placed Jiang Lan on a bamboo bed. The room is clean and has a faint fragrance of bamboo. There are very few things. At first glance, it looks like a single man's room, a bamboo bed, a bamboo chair, a desk, and a wardrobe. Coupled with this simple man in white, it looks like the home of those who are about to become immortals.

Jiang Lan looked at the room, Wen Daolin opened the wardrobe, took a piece of clothes and walked out.

After a while, he came in, brought a basin of water, and carefully wiped her face and hands clean. It's very dirty. I don't know how many layers of plaster Xiaoxi has applied to him, and now he has to wipe it over and over again.

Jiang Lan found that he had changed into a piece of clothes, and he was still wearing a spotless white coat.

He wiped, then stopped suddenly.

He stared at her, his warm fingers resting on her wet face.

Jiang Lan was a little surprised. Looking at his eyes, he looked surprised, but his eyes were clear and clear, and then she saw her own reflection in his eyes.

Although she has become a great beauty, she really doesn't know what Xiao Jianglan looks like. If you give her a mirror, she probably won't recognize it.

But now she knows.

This is a very cute and very beautiful little girl doll. The face is still round, the eyes are big and round, the long curly eyelashes, the small and exquisite nose, the cherry mouth, the lips are a touch of pink, and the skin that can be broken by blowing is white and tender and can be squeezed out of water.

This is a q-version beauty Jiang Lan. Compared with the charming and alluring demeanor of the big beauty, the little beauty has become cute and well-behaved. Except for the jet black hair, this whole one is a doll.

Xiaoxi is really not a common person. Those who like yy little loli usually choose this look.

Wen Daolin was a little dumbfounded, marveling at her appearance, but more worried. Growing up like this, it's a bit of a pity to learn martial arts. Shouldn't such a person hide in the depths of a boudoir, just like most women in this country. How hard it is to learn martial arts is not what the women in their country advocate. After staying here for a long time, in fact, even he thinks so. However, like her, in today's world, there is no protection from power. If you don't have the ability to protect yourself, it will be unpredictable when you grow up.

The touch of his hands was amazingly smooth, and Wen Daolin quickly made a decision.

He put down the wet cloth and said solemnly, "Learn martial arts with me, you have excellent roots, and you are a good seedling that is rare in a century."

Jiang Lan's mouth widened in surprise. Originally, she had been thinking about how to follow a teacher and learn art logically. After all, she didn't know if she was wearing it now, but it was definitely not a soul wear. It is very likely that her consciousness has crossed into Xiaoxi's domain. Who made Xiaoxi's domain come into being under the catalysis of her own consciousness? In this case, then she is actually a black household in this world. It is really difficult for her to make up her identity plainly. What's more important is that because she doesn't know anything about this world, any lies she makes up can easily be exposed. Instead, it is better to choose to pass through the mantra of the public, that is, amnesia.

But before she lied about losing her memory, the other party had already made a decision on her own.

"Then are you a master? It doesn't look like you." Jiang Lan blurted out. Then she was embarrassed to find that this was no longer a psychological activity, and she could actually speak. Could it be that the medicinal effect of the fairy water is over?

"You can talk now, is there any discomfort?" Wen Daolin also looked at her in surprise.

Jiang Lan tried to get up, only to find that he still couldn't move his hands and feet.

"I can't move, but I don't feel any discomfort." She blinked her eyes at him, a little embarrassed for what she said just now, but she wanted him to learn martial arts in order to protect herself quickly, and then complete the task and go home.

"Don't worry, it will be fine, I didn't notice any damage to your body." Wen Daolin smiled gently to comfort her, his beautiful eyes were bright, and then he said solemnly, "But you are indeed poisoned. Not being able to move doesn’t know if there are other disadvantages.”

In fact, she is not in a hurry at all, and she will definitely be fine, but why is it poisonous, probably because it has not been metabolized. The medical skills of the ancients are really good. You can know the pulse by taking the pulse. In the 21st century, doctors will not know anything without blood tests.

"Who are you? Why are you poisoned by the side of the road?" Wen Daolin asked, thinking in his heart that he was poisoned by such a strange poison.

Come, come, Jiang Lan is very grateful to Senior Transmigration, because she has to use their cookie-cutter excuse, "I don't know who I am either, I was on the side of the road as soon as I woke up, that's all. I don't remember anything. Now, you said I was poisoned?"

Wen Daolin narrowed his eyes and looked at her suspiciously. She didn't look like she had amnesia at all, and there was no trauma to her head. Could this be the effect of poison?

Jiang Lan looked at him sincerely and resisted to the end.

Wen Daolin waited for a while, but there was nothing he could do. When he was defeated, everyone had secrets, and it was normal for a child who had just been persecuted to be defensive. In fact, only now did he feel that the child was normal, and this was how she should behave.

"Then don't you even remember your name?" Wen Daolin looked at her with inquiry in his eyes.

"I don't remember." Jiang Lan couldn't help it. If he only remembered his name and forgot everything else, it would be too fake. Lies must be ethical and standard.

He touched her head. Although her hair was dirty, it was very soft and felt like silk and satin. Looking at the palms of Heihei, he said, "From today onwards, you will be called Xiaozhu, Wen Xiaozhu."

Jiang Lan was silent, spitting blood in his heart, and the name was uncreative and unpleasant. If the house is made of wood, it is called a small wood. If the house is made of stone, it is called a small stone. It's too nutritious, Wen Xiaozhu also homophonic Wen Xiaozhu, deliberately take revenge. Of course, when she later found out that his white horse was called Xiaobai, she calmed down again. This was his usual style. Thinking of a handsome and handsome horse called Xiaobai, it must be more depressed than her.

Wen Daolin looked at her silent and dissatisfied, smiled and shook his head. In fact, he was a 5 or 6-year-old baby, why bother with her, just a child. He picked up the water basin, got up and walked out, and when he reached the door, he turned around, "Although I'm not an expert, it's more than enough to teach you this milk doll."