[Bao Lian Lantern Heart] Lu Yao Returns to Dream

A chord is asking her about her heart, but the broken words that exhale like orchids are more like low magnetism's painful groans. To Ao Cunxin's ears, it clearly shows an indescribable charm.

In the dark night, Yang Jian's peach-blossom eyes are deep and blurred, like a wolf in the wilderness, slowly approaching his prey.Ao Cunxin accidentally pulled the belt of his thin shirt, and let the two sides of the skirt hang down on his side like a curtain.

The poison that gnaws at the atrium is also the antidote for a maddened thought.

The petite prey stretched its arms around his neck, took a deep breath, and felt that this moment had been rooted in her heart for thousands of years, just like the destination she had longed for in her previous life—the bird flies back to her hometown, and the fox must die— —she would.

Lingluo fell to the ground, unable to hide the thick and fiery air current.

He exposed the wildness of burning qin and boiling cranes, and she was also like a vicious little beast, but she also showed a little bit of extreme piety.

The past is closed, the future is nothing but a pair of red hearts, surrounded by the lights of thousands of families in the world, an isolated city beyond the years.

Wensheng jade wrist, fragrant sweat soaked in red gauze.

Climbing the hook to drop the Qi barrier, inserting the pipa and lifting the pipa.

Pierce the peach stamen, and the spring breeze enters someone's house.

sickness

[Time coordinates: Yang Jian fell ill, Ao Cunxin was brought back to Yang's mansion by Xiao Tiangou]

Xiang Wan's breeze passed through the fingers, teasing the hot air wafting from the plain white fine porcelain bowl.

Walking through the familiar corridors that he has passed through thousands of times, Ao Cunxin walked to the bedroom step by step with the medicine bowl in his hand. Every step seemed to flow backward for a thousand years.

The dim candlelight shines through the silk screen panes, giving people a warm and cozy illusion.

Ao Cunxin put her hand on the carved wooden door and was about to push it open when she heard a slight noise inside the room.She hesitated for a moment, thinking that he might not want to see anyone at this time, but she pursed her pink lips lightly, and pushed the door open without changing her expression.

As expected, the person on the couch was leaning over the edge of the couch and retching, but his stomach was empty after he hadn't eaten the fireworks for a long time, coupled with the lack of energy, he couldn't vomit anything at all.When the man heard the light knock of the door, he instinctively cast his gaze over, and a trace of almost invisible astonishment flashed in his eyes.

Such a slight movement is naturally not the three-headed dragon, he thought it would be Xiaotiangou.

The four eyes met, and they both froze for a moment.

Perhaps this is an unprecedented sympathy for the same sickness in the whole 2000 years. The pain in the eyes of the other party is so clear, so clear that it can be seen at a glance, as if seeing the ashes in one's own heart, meeting the same kind in the dark hell.

Ignoring the refusal in Yang Jian's eyes, Ao Cunxin walked over and sat down calmly, put the steaming medicine bowl on the small table beside the couch, slowly stroked his back with one hand, and tested the temperature of his forehead with the other.The forehead is extremely hot, which is also expected.The penetrating injury on the shoulder was pulled repeatedly, and the recovery was not good, the inflammation spread out on the body temperature, and the hot body would bring discomfort to the spleen and stomach, all of which were caused by cause and effect affecting the whole body.

She no longer wanted to wonder how dazed he was at that moment, so that he couldn't dodge that cold arrow.

She also didn't want to think about how decisive the person who shot the arrow behind her was, so that Li Ya could pierce through the bones of the Holy Physique.

She couldn't ignore the bloody storm in his world so far.

The reddened eyes swept across her face lightly, the eyelashes drooped slightly, and the body that calmed down the nausea feeling slowly lay back.

Ao Cunxin put an extra pillow under his shoulders and neck, took the medicine bowl, used a porcelain spoon to stir up some of the precipitated medicine juice, and sent it to Yang Jian's chapped lips.The medicine bowl was blocked by a cold hand, the two stalemate for a moment, Ao Cunxin let go of his hand.Yang Jian pressed the porcelain spoon leaning against the edge of the bowl with his thumb, and drank the bitter medicine in one gulp.The bowl trembled a little, but not a single drop of medicine spilled out.

Ao Cunxin said: "I told Xiaotiangou and the others that I will help you change your medicine from today on. Although they are willing to do their best, they don't know how to attack. It hurts me to see it."

Yang Jian knew that she had always been a little afraid of blood. In the past 600 years or so, she had hardly seen a wound with her mouth open, so she said expressionlessly, "It hurts anyway, it's not that delicate."

The eyes of the two met again, and they quickly slid away from each other, unable to bear to see the indelible sadness in each other's eyes again.

"Are you blaming me?" Ao Cunxin asked shallowly.The warm yellow flickering light reflected on her creamy white face, hazy and real.

Strange?If something like this happened, if you really want to blame it, no one can bear the crime of "murdering the Three Holy Mothers", which is a crime shared by the three worlds.What's more, he knew in his heart that she was equally innocent and sad.

"……no."

Ao Cunxin unbuttoned his skirt, and took off the blood-stained gauze on his right shoulder in circles. Thanks to the medicine on the innermost layer, there was no blood and flesh coagulation.She soaked a soft cloth in warm water and gently wiped the blood on the flesh. The muscles in the shoulder blades convulsed slightly, and her chest heaved slightly rapidly.She sneaked a glance at his side face, and saw that he was just waiting quietly with his eyes closed, with a coldness that cannot be underestimated hidden in the peace.

If it weren't for the weakness that can only be felt by supporting him with her own hands, she would have been deceived by his hard appearance, almost thinking that he was only slightly injured.

She once forgot that period of boundless years, and those memories of the past became more and more vivid in her mind like a counterattack.

During those nine months and three days in 650, he never really showed weakness to her.

Thinking of this, Ao Cunxin felt sad.

In this sloppy life, has she ever walked into his secret heart?The question that had been tormenting her popped up again at an inopportune time.I really didn't expect that I would still care about these things today.

When her cheeks felt cold, she came back to her senses and saw Yang Jian was wiping away her tears with his easily movable left hand.

"why are you crying?"

Ao Cunxin shook his head, smiled faintly, "Go to sleep, I'll leave after sitting down for a while." As he spoke, he helped him to lie down again, and pulled the thin silk to the height of his chest.

The consciousness that was already terribly sleepy became more blurred under the urging of the medicine that gradually rose up. Yang Jian closed his eyes without comment.

After a long while, the cold eyes were half-opened, seeing that the person beside the candle was still sitting on the edge of the couch, and then closed it calmly, and repeated this three times, an unexplained warmth flowed through the heart, winding and moistening the cracked heart. , Yang Jian slowly stretched out a hand to her.

Ao Cunxin was stunned, feeling that the hand was stretched from the incomparable cloud to the mortal world under the altar, and he handed it over with a little surprise, seeing a trace of satisfaction flashing across his pale face, he was at ease after a while asleep.

The candle, which had not been replaced for a long time, finally burned out at the time of the night moon and mid-heaven, and a thin wisp of smoke floated out, like a long sigh.

Ao Cunxin leaned against the bedpost and woke up with a start. Seeing the darkness in the room, she didn't know when she fell asleep, and the palms held by Yang Jian were already sweating slightly.

Ao Cunxin looked down and saw the sleepy man's brows frowning, as if he was trapped in a tormenting nightmare, under the moonlight that was sparsely leaking through the window screen, Ao Cunxin patted his arm to comfort him, and found that his feverish body was shivering violently.Putting her hand on his forehead, her body temperature was indeed higher. She couldn't help feeling a little panicked, remembering that Sanshoujiao had indeed said that Yang Jian's fever could not be subsided easily, and those good heat-clearing and superficial medicines were only relieved. take.

Her hand was held tightly by him, like the only person in the abyss who refused to give up and could give him a hand.

"Yang Jian, Yang Jian..." Ao Cunxin patted his face anxiously.

He moved his lips and teeth, but no sound came out of his dry throat.Ao Cunxin looked at that mouth shape carefully—it was so cold.

She quickly tucked the corner of the quilt, glanced blankly at the quilts stacked on the bed, and shook her head.In the early summer weather, even if you keep warm, you can't cover it like that, or you will get sick from boredom.

The body in the thin quilt shrank, almost curled up on its side, with its head slightly buried.A heart was almost crushed by his rare weakness, an idea flashed through Ao Cunxin's mind, and hesitantly stared at Yang Jian who was suffering from illness.

She could almost see, in the days when she was not around, how the all-powerful judicial god licked his wounds alone in the dark night that no one saw.

Clenching his hand tightly, he unconsciously pulled the hand to his lips, and the hot but restrained breath really touched the skin.Ao Cun felt a sharp pain in his heart, removed the stiff outer shirt, read the formula to stimulate his own body temperature, and crawled into the tight embrace of the trembling lieutenant general.

"For the sake of Xin Tiantiao, you don't even have to give up your reputation for the rest of your life. There's nothing I can't do about such a trivial matter..."

Maybe it was because the breath was too familiar, so familiar that he could let go of all his defenses, Yang Jian gradually calmed down in her arms, and his frowning brows relaxed slightly.In his vague consciousness, he only felt that he had trudged through boundless sorrow, he could no longer see the source of sorrow, and he could not see the end of sorrow, as if a hole had been opened in the bottom of his heart, and the cold wind whizzed through the hole .

There is nothing around him, no father, no mother, no eldest brother, even the third sister is gone... But there is still a familiar and soft warm fragrance lingering by his side, holding him firmly in his lost soul, Who is it...

Yang Jian stretched out his arms and hugged that person, getting tighter and tighter.That was the warmth he had longed for, and that was the harbor he had been away for too long.With that person, the pain in my heart seems to be no longer so painful, and the emptiness in my heart is no longer so empty.

In the dark night, black jade-like eyes bumped into her line of sight without warning, gentle and dazed.

"Are you still uncomfortable?" Ao Cunxin asked softly.

"Are you back?" The hoarse voice could barely make out what was being said.

Ao Cun was puzzled.

"Don't come back so late."

A gleam of clarity floated in Ao Cunxin's eyes.It turned out that his gaze was just passing through her, looking towards the past