Song Chu wiped the snow from his face, looked at him and smiled, "Yun Xi likes to look at beautiful women, but he's not talented, so he just likes to raise beautiful women! You got a good deal for nothing, no need to thank me, but you're still nitpicking, is this what your Huang Lao Dao Fa sect always says?"

  Song finished speaking and didn't care about Nan Qi's reaction, quickly walking into the house.

  She also wants to understand why Nan Qi looks down on her. The dispute between schools is secondary, and more importantly, Nan Qi is a relatively introverted person with a strange personality who dislikes others entering his private territory.

  Nan Qi was never polite to anyone he didn't like, let alone Song Chu Yi, who had taken his place.

  This also further proves that Keiichi didn't think much of her at first, otherwise he wouldn't have thought of this and let her in to fight with Satoko.

  As soon as Song entered the house, he didn't even bother to tidy himself up and hurriedly went to take a look at the child he had picked up.

  "Zi Ya, bring the brazier a bit closer, and go prepare some hot water." Song Chuyi said as she ran out to fetch a basin of snow.

  Then he reached out and tore off the few pieces of cloth on the child's body, put snow on him and rubbed hard.

  Song Chu Yi looked at the blackened snow and clicked his tongue, "It's really dirty."

  However, this is also inevitable. The snow has been falling for several days, and it's hard to find dry firewood. Not everyone knows how to preserve the fire, let alone boil water for a bath. Even wanting to warm up by the fire is a luxury.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a young girl continuously used snow to wipe and rub him. Before long, her own hands had become hot and burning. Adding to that, being close to the fire, before long, the child's stiff body gradually softened.

  But Song Chuizi still didn't dare to be careless and continued to rub hard, especially on his chest.

  "Master, hot water is here." Zi Ya brought in a steaming hot bucket of water and placed it beside Song Chu Yi's foot.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a general threw a towel into the water, then pulled it out and wrung it out until it was half dry. After waiting for the temperature to drop slightly, he folded it into a thick block and applied it to the child's chest.

  "Is there water in the house?" Song Chu asked.

  "The slave saw one when he was cleaning up today, and it's still new." Zi Ya got up and rummaged through the cabinet in the outer room.

  Song had just moved in for two days, and the house was all tidy by Zi Ya. She knew exactly where everything was.

  Zi Ya saw Song Chuyi at first glance that the child's heart was covered, and she knew what she wanted to do with the water bag. She immediately ran out and brought in a full bucket of hot water.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he wiped his temperature with a dry cloth and wrapped it around his chest. Then he wrapped the child in a quilt.

  "The quilt is dirty, how can you sleep at night?" Zi Ya looked at the white new quilt wrapped around a small muddy person and felt a little distressed. If she knew that Song Chuyi had spent eight or nine fabric coins to find this child from a pile of corpses, she would probably think she was a spendthrift.

  It's not that Ziya is heartless, but rather this era, many times, a human life is truly not worth a quilt.

  "With a fire, we can make do for now. Tomorrow, I'll go find the person in charge and ask for two more." Song Chuoyi busied herself with her tasks before sitting down by the brazier to dry off her clothes.

  "Will the management give it?" Zi Ya asked worriedly.

  "It's just two quilts, Governor Zhang won't be so stingy." Song Chu knew that Zhang Qing's impression of her had slightly improved, and she was now contributing to the country's defense, living in the same courtyard as others, and asking for two more quilts to keep warm wasn't excessive.

  Zi Ya saw that she was determined, and only then said, "I have two quilts on my side. If you don't mind, I'll share one with my sister tonight and leave the other for you."

  Zi Ya was born into a family of scholars and officials, so he dared to speak like this. If it were a real slave who said such things, it would be an absolute insult to the master.

  "No need, Zi Chao is still ill." Song Chu asked instead, "I told you to burn fire, did you do it?"

  "Go back, it's been burned." Zi Ya said with his head down.

  Song Chu glanced at her and nodded, "That's good."

  The room suddenly fell silent, Zi Ya's palms were slightly sweaty, she felt that she had not done anything wrong, but for some reason, she was a little nervous.

  A moment later, Song Chu asked casually, "What kind of man does Zi Ya like?"

  Zi Ya was taken aback for a moment, then her face turned red as she stuttered, "I... I never thought of that."

  "What? You're a young woman who knows what's good for her, yet you're not thinking about marriage at your age? Don't be shy, come on, tell me, and I'll help you find a good match. Otherwise, I'll have to find an old man to marry you off." Song Chuyi was both persuading and threatening her.

  "Slave likes strong men."

  "Brave warrior?" Song Chu squatted in front of the bonfire, rolled up his sleeves, and asked with a smile, "Not just a brave warrior, right? Only knowing martial arts, not understanding literature, probably doesn't even know how to cherish people."

  Zi Ya's face turned red as she shook her head, "I don't know how to say it."

  She didn't say it clearly, but after this inquiry, Song Chuyi was clear. What kind of person Zi Ya likes, Song Chuyi is not clear, but her vision is probably not low.

  "Go prepare hot water, I want to take a bath." Song Chuoyi put away his Eight Trigrams expression and instructed.

  Zi Ya responded with a sound and ran out like he was escaping.

  Water can carry a boat; it can also capsize it. At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, one hand pointed lightly tapped on the bed rail, as if thinking deeply.

  After a moment, he turned his head, stretched out his hand and reached into the quilt to feel the child's pulse. The pulse had slightly recovered, but it was still uncertain whether he could be saved or not.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, when a certain person was using snow to scrub his body, he found that there were many frostbite wounds all over his body, some of which had broken skin and were oozing water. If he were in a warm environment, it would be difficult to prevent them from becoming infected.

  Zi Ya quickly prepared hot water, and after Song Chu had bathed, she re-boiled the water and put the child in to soak, helping Zi Ya clean off the dirt on his body.

  Zi Ya was very fond of cleanliness. She almost never let Song Chu Yi lift a finger. Whenever she saw dirt, she couldn't help but wipe it away. Song Chu Yi was also happy to be idle.

  This is indeed a child with a fairly regular five senses, but his dry face, black and yellow, is really not pleasing to the eye.

  After clearing away the people, it was already late at night.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a general wrapped his child in a quilt and put it on the bed, then wrapped himself in a blanket and slept next to the brazier.

  The next morning.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, one had not yet opened his eyes when he heard a violent cough.

  It's that child! Song Chu Er quickly scrambled up, dragging the quilt to the front of the small bed, and saw a pale little face, eyes tightly closed, lips white, shivering under the covers.

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  Politeness with underlying anger.

  This way of knocking on the door, Song Chuoyi could think of who it was with just one toe. Besides Nan Qi, there's no one else. Song Chuoyi had been busy running around last night and only now remembered that the door was installed! He thought to himself, Ji Mian's movements are quite fast.

  Song Chuoyi dragged a quilt over and opened the door, and indeed saw Nan Qi with a pale face and red bloodshot eyes.

  He glared at her fiercely, and just when Song Chuyi thought he was going to blow up, she saw him suddenly raise his hand and hand over a small red bottle in front of her. "Treats wind-cold cough! Give it to that person immediately, I don't want to hear any more coughing tonight!"

  Good medicine is not refused just because it's free.

  Song Chuoyi quickly reached out and took it, "Whether I'll cough tonight or not depends on the effectiveness of your medicine, how can I control it?"

  Nan Qi gritted her teeth and turned around, taking a few steps before suddenly turning back, "Is she really a beauty?"

  "Must I use so much effort for someone who is not even a beauty?" Song Chu said with a straight face, without batting an eyelid.

  "Good." Nan Qi flung his sleeve and left.