After rebirth, the master became the white moonlight

Xiao Zijun came back with Fang Yuan in his arms, he kicked open the door with his foot without caring about being gentle.Xuanwen was taken aback inside, and when he saw Fang Yuan being carried in, he was shocked again, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Zijun frowned, "I don't know, I suddenly had a fever."

He put Fang Yuan lightly on the bed, and pulled the quilt to cover him. Seeing that Zhao Shi was still in his arms, he wanted to take it off. , Fang Yuan immediately turned over and pressed the sword under his body.

The rain outside finally fell, and the big raindrops hit the ground, a gust of wind blew in through the window, flickering the candle, Xuanwen went up and closed the window.Someone brought hot water just now, Xuanwen just soaked the cloth towel, twisted it half dry, and put it on Fang Yuan's head.

Fang Yuan was not honest at all, his head kept shaking, and he shook the cloth on his head. Xiao Zijun sat next to him and put it on him, and he was shaken off again. After two or three times, Xiao Zijun became anxious and couldn't take him What, I can only sternly say to him: "You try to move again!" Fang Yuan was in a daze, not sure if he really heard it, but he didn't move, and lay obediently.

The cloth towel on his head was changed several times, but Fang Yuan's fever never subsided.

"It's midnight, and it's raining outside again, so I can't buy some medicine if I want to." Xuanwen was a little anxious looking at the rain outside.

Xiao Zijun cut Shangyuan's pulse, his hand was cold, not at all warm, and lost some spiritual power to him along with it.It didn't get better after a while, and even the fingertips didn't get hot.

Just wondering, Xiao Zijun saw the sword held in Fang Yuan's arms at a glance, and suddenly thought of something, he raised his other hand that had not lost spiritual power to summon Zhao Shi away, and as soon as the sword left his body, Fang Yuan's hand immediately warmed up.

It was near dawn that Fang Yuan's fever subsided completely.He woke up leisurely, and saw a person lying beside the bed, dressed in white, with his head resting in his arms, still sound asleep.

"Master..." Fang Yuan yelled very softly, he just wanted to yell, but he didn't expect to wake him up and startled himself.

The man raised his head, and Fang Yuan saw that it was his senior brother.

Seeing that he woke up, Xuanwen touched his forehead with his hand, and felt that it was no longer hot, and then tucked his quilt back: "The fever is gone, what did you do last night, you have a fever when you say you have a fever."

Fang Yuan himself also felt very strange, he sneezed a few times, and then developed a fever, when did his health become so poor.

The high fever took away a lot of moisture in his body, and he said hoarsely: "Brother, why are you wearing white clothes like Master?"

Xuanwen doesn't pay that much attention to clothing, just dress smartly. He usually wears dark clothes, mostly dark blue.Xuanwen lowered his head to look at his clothes: "Just now when I went out, I stepped into the muddy water and splashed all over my body. Mr. Qian sent me a new dress, and I changed it right away."

"Oh." Fang Yuan sat up on the bed, looked back and forth in the room, "Where is Master?"

"He went out early in the morning. The Qian family heard that you were sick and brought white rice porridge. Shall I serve you some?"

Fang Yuan shook his head, he has no appetite at all now.

He groped on the bed, then lifted the quilt and pillow, Xuanwen saw him looking around, and asked, "What are you looking for?"

"My sword!" He blurted out, seeing that it was not on the bed, he asked Xuanwen, "Where is Zhaoshi?"

Xuanwen laughed, filled a bowl of porridge for him, and brought it over, "When did it become your sword? I've been holding it tightly since I came back last night, and I can't even break it."

Fang Yuan was a little embarrassed, "Master's sword, you won't let him take it back?"

"Otherwise?" Xuanwen stuffed the bowl into Fang Yuan's hand: "It's not hot, drink it yourself."

Fang Yuan took the bowl, but his mind was completely absent. He grabbed Xuanwen's sleeve, annoyed and annoyed: "Brother, I didn't use that sword last night! I didn't even have time to pull out the scabbard! That's Zhao Shi Ah, what a loss, what a loss!"

Xuanwen saw that he was like a child who lost a toy, so he comforted him: "If you didn't pull it out, you didn't pull it out. You still hugged it all night, I've never touched it before."

Fang Yuan sighed, took a sip of the fragrant white rice porridge, and immediately felt dull.

After a night of heavy rain in Yuncun, the sky was gloomy, and the rainwater and mud mixed together on the ground. The horse-drawn carriage passed by, splashing mud on the baskets of street vendors.

Xiao Zijun came out early in the morning to buy medicine for Fang Yuan.Yesterday he was negligent and gave Zhaoshi to Fang Yuan. Originally, he wanted him to protect himself, but he forgot that Zhaoshi was originally made of a piece of cold iron. , and then being so excited by Zhao Shi, it would be a ghost if he didn't have a fever.

He had just entered a pharmacy, and it was raining again outside. When he walked to the counter, the shopkeeper was looking down at the abacus. Seeing the visitor, he turned his back to face the visitor and smiled, his eyes narrowed. .

"Young master grabbing medicine?"

Xiao Zijun nodded slightly, touched some broken silver from the purse and put it on the table: "Two sets of medicines to dispel cold and reduce fever."

The shopkeeper responded, stretched his head and shouted to the woman at the door: "Madam, what are you looking at? Come here to get some medicine."

The woman at the door was wearing emerald green clothes, and even took a fan in such a cold day.She originally moved a small bench and sat at the door, looking at the pattering rain outside, but when she heard this, she got up and walked over, facing the prescription written on the table, turned around to grab the medicine in the medicine cabinet.

She muttered in her mouth: "The rain has stopped and it is falling again, and people are not allowed to do business. Selling medicine has to be delivered to others. It is a disease of the rich." She snorted and shouted into the room: " Qingqing, send him the medicine bought by Young Master Qian."

"Here we come." A beautiful and soft voice came from the back room, the door curtain was lifted, and a girl walked out lightly, with a smile on her cheeks, and her skin was as snowy as the pink placket.

She glanced at Xiao Zijun when she walked past him, and with the sound of jingle jingle, Xiao Zijun stopped, took a quick look at her, and saw that there was a golden bell buckle on each of her two ankles , It kept ringing as soon as it walked.

The girl named Qingqing took the two packs of medicine from the mother-in-law, and the mother-in-law told her: "Remember to tell Young Master Qian that the two medicines should be taken at different times, and they must not be mixed together."

Xiao Zijun came back to his senses, the shopkeeper had packed the medicine and handed it to him.

"Thank you." Just as he was about to leave after taking the medicine, he was stopped by the shopkeeper: "My lord, it's raining heavily outside, can I lend you an umbrella?"

The shopkeeper's face was quite friendly, he took an umbrella and handed it to Xiao Zijun, Xiao Zijun said: "No need." He turned and left the medicine shop, Zhao Shi in his hand buzzed, opened a transparent barrier for him, and the cold rainwater blocked to the outside.

When returning home, Fang Yuan sat at the table with his chin resting on his head, wondering what he was thinking, when he saw Xiao Zijun coming in, he shouted happily: "Master."

"Yes." Xiao Zijun put the medicine bag on the table.

Fang Yuan carried the medicine bag, sniffed it, and then frowned: "What is this? Medicine? Who drank it?"

Xiao Zijun glanced at him: "You drink."

Fang Yuan pushed it: "I'm done, I don't want to drink. Ah Xie—"

Fang Yuan felt that no matter whether it was the previous life or this life, as long as he said something with his mouth, things would go the other way.He rubbed his nose and smiled awkwardly: "It's almost over, it's almost over, there's no need to take medicine."

Xiao Zijun ignored him, handed the medicine to Xuanwen, and told him to decoct it.

Only Fang Yuan and Xiao Zijun were left in the room. Fang Yuan asked him what happened last night, Xiao Zijun probably told him, Fang Yuan immediately said: "Master, do we want to go and see again tonight? I It's really healed, if you don't believe me, look." He grabbed Xiao Zijun's hand and pulled it over to cover his forehead, letting him feel that his fever has subsided.

Touching Fang Yuan's forehead, it was warm and hot, indeed not as hot as last night, Xiao Zijun froze for a moment, retracted his hand and said, "It's fine."

Fang Yuan smiled and said, "Then let's go together tonight..."

"Sleep." Xiao Zijun interrupted him, and by the way interrupted his thoughts of running around.

"Ah?" Fang Yuan gave a soft ah, what did Master say, shall we sleep together tonight?

Of course Fang Yuan knew that Xiao Zijun didn't mean that, but he didn't know what was going on in his head, and felt that this was a bit embarrassing.

Xiao Zijun seemed to have noticed it too, so he changed his tune and said, "I mean you don't want to go anywhere tonight."

It seems... more embarrassing.

The room was quiet for a few seconds, Fang Yuan broke the silence, "Master, that..." He looked at Zhao Shi who Xiao Zijun put on the table, a little aggrieved: "I didn't use Zhao Shi yesterday."

It would be a lie to say that he didn't like it. A peerless divine sword was placed in front of him, and he hadn't even pulled it out. He didn't see what it looked like inside, so he couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

Following his gaze, Xiao Zijun glanced at the sword on the table and said, "You are not allowed to touch it again."

Fang Yuan was stupefied, sure enough, Master's heart is like a needle in the bottom of the sea, if you say it, you will give it to you, if you say you are not allowed to touch it, you will not be allowed to touch it.

Well, don't touch it, don't touch it.

Fang Yuan withdrew his gaze resentfully, not long after, Xuan Wen came back with a bowl of medicine, the pitch-black black concoction, the room filled with bitter smell as soon as he entered the door, Fang Yuan's stomach was overwhelmed when he smelled it.

After Xuanwen put the bowl on the table, Fang Yuan knew what despair was. The bowl was almost overflowing with medicine. He lowered his head, and his face was reflected in the bowl. The expression on his face was very subtle. Who is more bitter than this bowl of concoction.

He looked at Xuanwen, then at Xiao Zijun, and said as if begging for mercy: "Master, senior brother, let me go, I probably won't be able to get up tonight after eating this bowl."

"What did you remember?" Xiao Zijun asked back.

Fang Yuan: ...

"Don't be afraid, I've asked for this for you." Xuanwen put the thing in his hand on the table, it was two pickled plums.

Fang Yuan's heart felt cold, he didn't like sour either.

Two pairs of eyes stared at him furiously, finally he picked up the bowl of medicine timidly, but he couldn't say anything, he was about to beg for mercy again, when he raised his head to meet Xiao Zijun's eyes, he thought he was going to be scolded this time Who knows, Xiao Zijun pushed the sword on the table towards Fang Yuan, and said:

"I'll play for you after drinking."