Ghosts have fairies

The two walked through small and large villages and small towns together. Qi Tong took He Zhen to enjoy the moon in a boat on the lake, drank the first sip of wine with him in the maple leaf forest, and taught him how to dance swords in the mountains and valleys. He felt that this little beauty was just a fairy who had just descended to earth, everything he saw was new, and a little bit of interesting things would make him happy for a long time.

From late autumn to deep winter, when they passed by a small town called "Rong'an", He Zhen suddenly fell ill.

The past few days have been extremely cold, with thick clouds blocking the sunlight, and it was drizzling when they were on their way, and the cold and clammy wind blowing towards their faces seemed to be piercing their bones.

When Qi Tong was having lunch, he found that He Zhen didn't move his chopsticks a few times, and he was sick. He had never seen anyone sick in the underworld. Seeing He Zhen like this, he subconsciously thought it was just the food that didn't suit the other party's appetite.

"When we get to the next place to stay, I'll take you to a good meal."

When bringing the man onto the horse, Qi Tong coaxed him comfortingly.But He Zhen just nodded and leaned into his arms.

It was almost dark when he realized that something was wrong with He Zhen.The little beauty half-opened her eyes in a daze, and fell forward from time to time. Qi Tong stopped and looked at him carefully. With the only twilight left in the sky, he found that He Zhen's face was blushing, but her lips were extremely pale. Riding a horse was bumpy all the way, and now he stopped to realize that the other party was shaking all the time.

My heart tightened, and I quickly pulled him into my arms, tightening his cloak even tighter, "He Zhen? He Zhen? What's wrong?"

"Brother..." He Zhen stretched his heavy eyelids wearily. He felt a little uncomfortable since noon. The cold wind blew on the road all afternoon, and he finally felt that he couldn't hold it anymore. He hid in the warm embrace behind him in a daze, "...it's uncomfortable."

As He Zhen leaned forward, his forehead happened to touch his chin, why is this man's forehead so hot!

It took him a while to realize that He Zhen was sick. He grew up in the underworld and had seen countless wandering spirits. He heard Granny Meng say that mortals have birth, old age, sickness and death, but there are also people who skip the word "old" and die because of illness.

Qi Tong raised his heart in an instant, He Zhen is only so old, he can't get sick, let alone die!

The person in his arms no longer knew whether it was a deep sleep or a coma. Qi Tong hugged his hot body, trembling nervously, and it was completely dark in the blink of an eye. He knew that everyone would go to a doctor when they were sick, so he didn't dare to stop by the side of the road. Blowing the cold wind, he drove the horse and galloped forward, silently praying that he could quickly find the village and town to see He Zhen.

They were lucky, within less than a stick of incense, Qi Tong saw a small town with "Rong'an" engraved on the gate.In this small town, there are few people walking on the street after dark, Qi Tong finally found a peddler who had just closed his stall, and got to the location of the doctor's pharmacy.

Qi Tong took He Zhen off the horse and saw that the lamp was still on in the pharmacy, as if he had grasped all hope.Along the way, he was so nervous that his palms broke out in cold sweat, and the cold wind blew again. His hands were already frozen, and when he slapped the door panel, he couldn't even feel whether the force was light or heavy.

There was the sound of chairs mopping the floor in the room, followed by the sound of several footsteps hurriedly walking to the door, with a creak, the door was opened from the inside, and the warm light and warmth in the room dispelled most of Qi Tong's chill.

Three people rushed over from inside, one of them was a tall and thin middle-aged man who hurriedly invited Qi Tong and the other two in, and while leading him to the back room, he asked with concern: "What's the matter, young master?"

Qi Tong followed the other party's instructions and put He Zhen on a bed, and hurriedly covered the other party with a quilt, "Doctor, he is burning all over, quickly see what's wrong with him."

The man hastily stepped forward and touched He Zhen's forehead, and couldn't help furrowing his eyebrows. Seeing his expression, Qi Tong stopped breathing, "What's wrong with him? Can he be saved? Doctor, he's still so young. Please save him..."

The doctor gave him a surprised look, just as another old man and a young boy in the room came in with hot tea, showing the same expression.Qi Tong was looked at inexplicably, with his heart hanging in the air, he subconsciously clenched the hand of the person on the bed.

"This young master just suffered from the wind and cold, and he will be cured after drinking a few medicines." The doctor smiled and comforted: "Young master, don't worry too much."

Qi Tong breathed a sigh of relief, but still worried: "Will he really be fine?"

He has never stayed with mortals for so long, and he only has a superficial understanding of mortals' "getting old and sick".He Zhen must have been feeling sick for a long time, but he didn't know it at all, and he didn't even have a concept. Now that he saw this person lying here, hearing the sound of his heavy breathing, he felt sorry for him, and suddenly blamed himself, afraid that he would do nothing wrong. What really happened to a man because of his negligence.

"It's just cold, are you questioning my master's medical skills?" Seeing that he was worried, the young boy next to him suddenly said something to him dissatisfied.

"Buyehou!" The doctor wrote a prescription, and when he heard the young man say this, he immediately reprimanded him and asked for the prescription to be handed to him, "Go grab these ingredients and wrap them up for this young master."

"Oh." The young man named Bu Yehou took the prescription unconvinced, and obeyed obediently.

The doctor smiled apologetically at Qi Tong: "This is my junior apprentice, he has a straight temper, don't mind, my lord."

Qi Tong thinks that boy should be younger than He Zhen, he is not a person with a small belly, and he will not care about children.

The doctor said that his surname was Sun, and gave Qi Tong a few words to teach him how to make medicine and how to take care of patients. Qi Tong thanked him gratefully, "Is there an inn near here?"

"Go to my place."

It was the old man in the house who spoke, with gray hair but a straight back, and the kindness in his eyes warmed his heart.

"This is Grandpa Wen." Dr. Sun said to Qi Tong, "Grandpa Wen lives in the bamboo forest behind the medicine shop. The two sons must have just come to Rong'an Town, right? If you are unfamiliar with the place, go to Grandpa Wen's house." We can help take care of it too."

"It's really bothering you." Qi Tong didn't expect to meet such an enthusiastic person, and his heart was moved.

When he arrived at the old man's house with He Zhen on his back, the young boy who followed him took the initiative to help decoct the medicine.

Grandpa Wen led them to a house. When Qi Tong came, he found that the house in the bamboo forest was huge, but the structure was simple. There were only two bedrooms, but fortunately, the room and the bed they came in were very big. .

As soon as He Zhen was put on the bed, Qi Tong touched his forehead with his hand, it was still hot and worrying.

His hand was very cold, but He Zhen was hot all over, subconsciously grabbed Qi Tong's hand, and buried his face in his palm in a daze, longing for the comfortable temperature.

"..."

Qi Tong was froze in place by his actions, not daring to move.Grandpa Wen glanced at He Zhen, leaned over and covered the quilt tightly, and said to Qi Tong: "He is feverish, I'll go get a basin of cold water, you go and close the window tightly first, so that he doesn't catch cold again."

The three of them worked hard for a long time, and He Zhen finally fell asleep with a cold towel on his forehead.

Bu Yehou showed him how to decoct the medicine again, and Qi Tong was so grateful that he sent the two of them back to rest, and set fire to the stove alone with a cattail leaf fan.

When He Zhen woke up in a daze, he saw the snow-white bed curtain above his head. He tried to move, but his whole body was still soft, and there was something cool on his forehead, which was very comfortable.

His eyelids were heavy, and when he was about to fall asleep again, something rustled outside the room, bringing his sinking consciousness back a little.

Suddenly, he heard a shrill ghost cry coming into the house.

As soon as He Zhen's scalp exploded, he woke up instantly, cold sweat dripped down his back, the ghost was still crying, the sound was like a hand reaching out to him, he quickly lifted the quilt and rolled himself in.

It was pitch black under the quilt, but he remembered one more thing.

——Where is Qi Tong?

A heart was raised in his throat for a moment, he didn't dare to breathe in the quilt, but he couldn't help but start thinking wildly, did those ghosts come to him again?Did they take Qi Tong away?Will Qi Tong be in danger?He protected himself all the way, if that person found out, would he...

Panic lingered in his heart, he gritted his teeth, threw off the quilt and jumped down in a hurry, but when he opened the door, he crashed into warm arms.

"Why don't you just stay on the bed and run around?" A familiar voice sounded in my ears, with a hint of reproach.

Seeing that it was Qi Tong, He Zhen took his hand and ran out of the house without saying a word.

"What are you doing?!"

There was a strong wind just now, and the leaves in the bamboo forest were rustling. After hearing this sound, this man dared to drag him out!Qi Tong pulled him back with a little force, picked him up with a gloomy expression, and walked back.

"Don't go back, there are ghosts inside!"

He Zhen grabbed the hem of his clothes in fright, her face turned pale with fright, it didn't seem like she was doing it on purpose.

How could he not know about ghosts?Qi Tong frowned and quietly probed with his spiritual power, and there was nothing unusual about this bamboo forest.

He led the man to the door, knowing that the man was afraid, so he didn't go in directly, but turned his back to help him block the wind.

"He Zhen, look, there is nothing in the room, are you having a nightmare?"

He Zhen's lips were trembling, "There are voices inside, they are hiding inside!"

Qi Tong listened suspiciously, and soon, he also heard the whimpering.With a clear understanding, he helplessly rubbed the man's head, "Don't be afraid, it's just the wind."

Seeing that the person in his arms still didn't believe it, he went in and covered the person tightly with the cloak that was draped over the back of the chair, and then walked unhurriedly to a window.

He patted the back of the trembling man in his arms, "Look, this window is too old, it can't be closed tightly, and the sound made by the wind squeezed in through this crack."

He Zhen raised his eyelids, turned his head to look there hesitantly, and found that Qi Tong was indeed right, and couldn't help but blushed for his behavior.

Qi Tong carried him back to the bed, touched his forehead again, and was relieved to find that it wasn't that hot.

"Are you afraid of ghosts?"

There was no hint of ridicule in his voice, which made He Zhen relax a bit, lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "I hate ghosts."

"..."

Fine.Qi Tong, the young lord of the underworld, decided to cover this fake skin of a mortal tightly.

"Come on, lie down first, and I'll bring your medicine over."

He said he wanted to help He Zhen to lie down, but the man suddenly grabbed his sleeve, "I'll go with you."

"..." Seeing him looking at him pitifully, Qi Tong sighed helplessly, "Come on."

The kitchen is on the other side, although it is only about ten steps away, but the wind was strong at night, Qi Tong didn't dare to let him catch the cold again, and almost walked over with him in his arms all the way.

There was a fire inside, and when the door was closed, it was almost as warm as the bed. He Zhen rubbed his hands, and obediently sat next to the medicine stove to warm up the fire.This experience seemed very novel to him, and Qi Tong found that his eyes lit up, and under the warm firelight, the exhaustion from previous illness disappeared completely.

"How do you think everything is new?" Qi Tong said with a smile.

Hearing this, He Zhen shrank back into the cloak, "I'm not stupid!"

Qi Tong pinched his face, "Who says you are stupid, I mean you are cute, like a god who just came down to earth and tasted fireworks for the first time."

It was too cold, and the medicine that Qi Tong poured into the bowl quickly cooled down to a temperature suitable for drinking.He asked He Zhen to drink it, but just after taking a sip, He Zhen frowned and put down the medicine bowl, "It's so bitter."

"Bitter?" Qi Tong had never taken medicine before, so he took a mouthful with a spoon and put it into his mouth, then spit it out.Why is it so hard!

"Can I stop drinking?" He Zhen looked at the bowl in fear and begged.

"No, the doctor said that if you drink this, you'll get better soon." He didn't want He Zhen to drink something so bitter, but he couldn't let this person stay so sick.

In the end, He Zhen couldn't resist, and was half coaxed and half tricked into pouring down a whole bowl of medicine.

"Drink it, finish it." Seeing that the man's face was wrinkled, Qi Tong handed him another bowl of warm water, and he stuck out his tongue when he saw that the man was so bitter, he felt so cute that it was a little funny, and a little bit Distressed, she stepped forward and gently squeezed his face, coaxing him non-stop: "It's okay, it will be over soon, He Zhen needs to get better soon."

He Zhen was too miserable to speak, Qi Tong patted his head and asked him to sit and continue to warm the fire.

Outside the window was the howling cold wind, the two sat side by side, everything was silent, only the muffled sound of firewood crackling.

On an extremely ordinary deep winter night in the human world, Qi Tong felt that all the warmth of the world fell into his heart in an instant.

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