son sick

Lian Meng stayed on the roof for the whole night.

"Qi Nian" sat there all night, and he just watched it all night.

Later, when the morning light first shone, the figures in the courtyard finally disappeared, and he slowly returned to the house.

Qi Nian is not up yet.

Lian Meng didn't want to disturb his dream, so he deliberately relaxed his hands and feet.

However, he took a few steps on tiptoe, but suddenly found something wrong.

Ordinary people's chest will rise and fall slightly when sleeping, but Qi Nian is as dead as a tree, motionless.

Lian Meng looked at him, frowning and thinking for a while.

Then, as if he suddenly realized something, his heart trembled suddenly.

Lian Meng panicked, and hurried forward to hold Qi Nian's right hand, but unexpectedly, he only felt a piece of ice cold.

Then, he placed his other hand between Qi Nian's neck, but he still couldn't feel his pulse.

"This……"

Lian Meng was taken aback, and suddenly felt a soreness in his throat.

He looked at the person in front of him, feeling his mind was blank, at this moment, Qi Nian slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as he saw Lian Meng, he subconsciously laughed.

But before he could speak, he noticed the man's hand on his neck.

"What's wrong?" Qi Qing asked in a low voice.

Lian Meng didn't react for a moment, but quickly withdrew his hand.

He didn't know how to explain what happened just now, and he always felt that no matter how he opened his mouth, it would look a little outrageous.

"What's wrong?" Qi Nian asked again.

Lian Meng hesitated and didn't know how to answer. After a while, he raised his head, looked into the man's eyes, and asked softly, "When I first came in, I saw your breathing was weak, thinking..."

There was a moment of stagnation on Qi Nian's face, but in an instant he raised his head with a smile on his face: "Thinking, am I dead?"

"..." Lian Meng didn't speak, his expression was very ugly, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and he looked bitter and bitter.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Qi Nian laughed suddenly: "Didn't I tell you? I won't die."

He held Lian Meng's hand while talking, and then put it on his heart, "I have a special constitution, and the pulse and heartbeat are relatively weak, but if you listen carefully, you can hear them."

Lian Meng looked at him, but still didn't speak.

It's not because he didn't know what to say, but at that time, his hand was over the obscene clothes, directly covering Qi Nian's chest.

The warm and soft touch made Ji Shi's mind go blank.

"Huh?" Qi Nian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Did you feel it?"

When Lian Meng was asked, he came back to his senses.He quickly withdrew his hand, then turned his head and nodded awkwardly.

"That's it." Qi Nian continued.

Seeing Lian Meng turned his head back, he simply leaned forward and rested his head on Lian Meng's shoulder: "What's wrong with you?"

"I..." Lian Meng was startled again, and hurriedly replied, "I, I'm fine."

Qi Nian didn't ask any more questions, he smiled lightly, and asked in a low voice: "Then you didn't come back last night, what's the matter?"

"I, I couldn't sleep, so I went out and sat for a while."

"Why can't you sleep?"

"because……"

This time Lian Meng really didn't know how to answer.

On the one hand, after receiving the letter from Ling Yin, he has been worried about Qi Nian's illness; on the other hand, the minions of the Tiancan Sect seem to be always wandering around; besides, his junior brother is missing... All these things are entangled , which made him even more worried.

"It will be fine. It will be fine." The voice of Qi Nian came from his ear again, and he still rested his chin on Lian Meng's shoulder, with a gentle expression on his face, "The sky will never fall, just like I will never be separated from you."

"..." Lian Meng was a little embarrassed.

At this time, Qi Nian suddenly began to cough violently.

Lian Meng's expression changed, he turned around quickly and asked him what's wrong.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little cold."

"Then... I'll get you some medicine."

"No, I'll be fine after a while."

"I'll be right back."

As he said that, Lian Meng rushed out of the house in a hurry, but he remembered that he forgot to bring the prescription given to him by Shang Lingyin when he walked halfway.So, he turned back halfway, but when he entered the room again, he found that Qi Nian had fallen asleep.

Probably because Lian Meng entered the room too quickly, the sound disturbed Qi Nian and woke him up for a moment.Seeing that, the man half-closed his eyes and asked, where did he go at night.

Lian Meng was dumbfounded, and before he could answer, Qi Nian fell asleep again.

It seems that Qi Nian's condition has indeed worsened, Lian Meng sighed softly, then took the prescription Ling Yin gave him with a heavy heart, and left the hut resentfully.

He still went to the pharmacy in the town, and according to the content written in Lingyin's prescription, he grabbed a few copies each for emergencies.

It's just that the above content is said to be unusual, and the drug boy who fetched the medicine for him frowned and muttered for a long time before he got all the medicinal materials for him.

Then Lian Meng rushed home with the large stack of medicines, but unexpectedly stopped when passing a teahouse.

There are quite a lot of people in that teahouse on weekdays, but today it was a bit outrageously crowded. It was so small that people were surrounded by people.

Lian Meng was curious, but he didn't want to go forward to join in the excitement, but he hadn't walked a few steps before he heard Qi Nian's name from there.

"..." Lian Meng was taken aback, but he still squeezed in with the crowd.

It turned out that the person who came to the teahouse to tell the story today was an "old acquaintance" who had been traveling for half a year.

That man was eloquent and knowledgeable, and the residents of the town were somewhat familiar with him.

This time it coincided with his return from travel, so the scene was so grand.

Lian Meng reluctantly found a vacant seat in the corner, put the medicinal materials away, and listened patiently to him.

The story is about the banquet held by Qifu a few months ago.

All the members of the Tiancan Sect were killed on the spot, and rumors spread all over the world, pointing these lives to Qi Nian.

But Qile Mountain Villa is quite famous in martial arts, and there is no evidence for this, so the rumors spread for a few days and that's all.But I didn't expect that the Tiancanjiao didn't intend to suffer from this muffled loss, so I found a master from the Lian Yin sect to investigate the matter thoroughly.

Lian Meng felt that he couldn't afford to be called a master, and his task was not to investigate the matter clearly. Thinking about it, he felt that this person just said some things by hearsay, and then added fuel to the matter himself.

Can't be true.

So, he was about to get up and leave. At this moment, the storyteller stroked his beard and lowered his voice with an inscrutable expression.

"But how could Mr. Qi be the murderer? I found an opportunity one day and met him once. His sickly appearance seemed to be about to..."

Before he finished speaking, Lian Meng suddenly slammed the table down.

The hand of the person holding the fan on the stage couldn't help shaking, and it hurriedly fell off the stage.He complained, and then called for someone to help him pick up the fan.

Lian Meng was a little angry, but before he had time to explode again, someone in the crowd made a fuss, asking that person how the eldest son Qi looks like.

"I heard people say that the young master of the Qi family looks unusual..."

"Of course it's unusual," the storyteller finally picked up the fan, "he looks hideous like a ghost, extremely frightening."

"real or fake?"

"That's not true." He said, stroking his beard again, "otherwise why does he always hide in the yard and dare not come out to meet people?"

"That's true."

"But ugly is ugly, this person is not simple."

"How do you say?" Someone in the crowd chimed in.

"You've always heard of the Peony Pavilion in Ningyan City, right?"

He also knows Peony Pavilion?

Lian Meng was a little surprised, so he sat back and wanted to hear what else this person could say.

"Peony Pavilion...isn't that the place where flowers and gold are everywhere?"

"Yes." The storyteller closed his fan and slapped his hand vigorously, "It is said that Boss Xiang of Peony Pavilion is the good friend of Mr. Qi."

"Huh? And this thing?"

"That's not true." The more the man spoke, the more complacent he became, "Not many people know about it, and I also found out after a lot of effort."

"But... isn't Boss Xiang a man?"

"Then you are wrong. The boss surnamed Xiang is a stunning beauty. They secretly communicated with each other and have known each other for many years."

"But since she has such a look, why do you need to find Qi Nian?"

"Of course it's for gold. Otherwise, how do you think the Peony Pavilion was built?"

The man said more and more outrageous words, Lian Meng didn't want to listen any more.

He was about to get up, but he just saw a young monk sitting on the edge of the table.

He looked at the man with some familiarity, thinking, could he be the one who passed by their yard last night.

Lian Meng was a little strange.

He thought that what he saw at night were all "illusions". Didn't he think that the monk was real?Then why did he pass by his and Qi Nian's residence in the middle of the night?

At this time, the man on the stage stroked his beard again, and looked around the teahouse pretending to be deep.

"Next, we will talk about the fire that broke out on the mountain a while ago."

"That fire started strangely..." Everyone in the audience began to chatter.

Lian Meng raised his head and looked over when he heard Xingmulin was mentioned here.

"Everyone knows that there is an apricot grove on that mountain, and there is a doctor with excellent medical skills in the grove," he said as he closed his fan, "but do you know that the people he killed were worse than the people he healed?" Much more."

"Oh? Isn't that a quack doctor?" Someone from the bottom echoed.

"That's not true. His medical skills are indeed superb, and there are no one in the world who can compare with him."

"That is how the matter?"

"Let's put it this way, he killed more than a thousand people, but only resurrected a hundred. Do you think he killed more people than he healed?"

"This..." The people below immediately fell silent.

At this time, another voice rang out from the crowd: "But what does this have to do with Mr. Qi Family?"

"It's a big deal."

The storyteller played tricks again. He was silent for a while, and when he was sure that everyone's eyes were on him, he closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Because before he died, the last person he killed was Pray for the new year."