young flower

Why are you so unbelievable...

Why are you so unlucky?Feihua doesn't know either.

Abandoned, forgotten, cursed, arranged, questioned, life has no meaning to him, staying, obedience to his mother, just wanting to leave without owing her anything.From then on, the two have nothing to do with each other.

The long dream is full of Su Qingjia's shrill and frantic cry: Why don't you live up to your expectations, why don't you live up to your expectations...

Feihua struggled to wake up from the dream, her body was covered in cold sweat, her hands and feet were limp as if dragging a heavy burden and ran across thousands of mountains and rivers, her clothes were wet and sweat stuck to her body, feeling greasy, as if she was very cold and It seems very hot.

He stared at the dark tent with his eyes wide open, but he didn't change his mind for a moment.The past is like a dream, I thought it had been forgotten, but it turned out to be hidden deep in the soul, and it still became a nightmare after traveling through time and space.

When it was almost dawn, Feihua fell asleep in a trance, and not long after she fell asleep, she felt her body being shaken by someone. She barely opened her eyes and saw that it was Yang Fengjue who was hugging him up.

"Xiao Fei, wake up! You have a fever, and your clothes are soaked..." Yang Fengjue's anxious face was in front of her eyes. After listening for a long time, Feihua couldn't figure out what he said, only saw his lips open and close. Hey, there was a bunch of noise in my ears, like the beeping sound when the TV screen was shaking when the TV couldn't receive the signal long ago.

Yang Fengjue held him in his arms, changed his clothes, and stuffed one of the previously made pills into his mouth.

"How? What happened to him? お*萫" Yang Fengjue asked anxiously.

"Brother, don't worry, Xiao Fei is probably tired, restless, and stagnant, and has a fever. Just take two patches of medicine and sweat. And he took Longyan Dan, and his fever will drop soon. Don't worry too much." Yang Chongyu comforted Feihua while feeling her pulse.

In fact, the eldest brother is also a doctor himself, and he has treated all difficult and miscellaneous diseases, but when he encountered Xiao Fei's incident, his mind was disturbed.

Yang Fengjue took Feihua's hand and sat on the edge of the bed to wipe his sweat.That hand was not as cool as it used to be, it was holding a scalding hand, and his face was flushed with heat, like two balls of rouge dyed on his cheeks, but his lips were dry, chapped and pale, tightly pressed as if he was enduring great pain with.

Yang Chongyu issued a prescription for the medicine and sent someone to pick it up quickly.

At noon, after drinking the medicine boiled by Tiebao, he sweated. Feihua finally had a fever, his body temperature returned to normal, and his face turned pale as usual, but he just didn't wake up, and he seemed to be in a coma. Falling into a nightmare, tossing and struggling, mumbling as if to say something.

"He was haunted by the nightmare, and he was stimulated or touched. This cannot be cured by medicine and stones, and can only be overcome by his will. Xiao Fei is not a weak person. He should be able to overcome this hurdle... ..." Yang Chongyu said, looking at his elder brother's worried eyes, and comforted him in a low voice.

"Um……"

The two were silent when Yun Cong came in to report: "Master, Young Master Yue is here."

Mr. Yue, Mr. Yue, if it wasn't because of the plague gods named Yue (someone forgot that Feihua was also named Yue), how could Xiao Fei be stimulated and touched? !

"No time! Let him go back!" Yang Fengjue growled angrily.

"Brother, don't do this. Let me go and see."

"Young Master Yue." Yang Chongyu walked into the hall, and saw Yue Qingfeng standing in the middle with his hands behind his back, lightly shaking his jade fan and looking at the picture of thousands of mountains and birds hanging on the wall.

Yue Qingfeng turned around and cupped his hands in a bow: "Second Young Master, Yue took the liberty to disturb you."

The two exchanged polite greetings for a while, and Yue Qingfeng said: "My father sent a letter this morning, saying that the third prince had sent someone south the day before yesterday, and will arrive in Zhongzhou in the near future. What my father meant was to advance the plan to deal with the Gu family, Try to give the Gu family a clean slate before the envoy of the third prince arrives, so that he has no time to look north."

"Well. I will discuss this with my elder brother and I will confirm it for you before tomorrow."

"Okay. Then everything will go according to plan." After Yue Qingfeng finished speaking, he hesitated and said, "Second Young Master, Xiaofei..."

"Xiao Fei was sick last night, and he hasn't woken up yet. If Young Master Yue has something to do with Xiao Fei, it will have to be another day."

Yue Qingfeng was taken aback, "How could it be? Yesterday was fine..."

Before he finished speaking, a man stumbled in. "Master! Hurry up, something happened!..."

The two saw it at the same time, and the man ran in and said to Yue Qingfeng anxiously: "Master! Something happened! The second young master was robbed..."

The author has something to say: I read my own article from the beginning, and I feel that the writing is really lacking a kind of tension. I always feel that I have not achieved the original effect of my conception. Therefore, I have been writing very stuck recently. Reorganize it again.

So the most important thing, maybe it will be slower, do you agree?Also, if you have any suggestions for the article, please give me some advice from the perspective of a bystander (*^__^*)

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40. It's rare to be confused...

As if it had been a dream for a long time, when Feihua woke up, she felt weak and dazed, as if she was still in a dream, and the things that caught her eyes were all strange, and there was no familiar smell in the air.

But he soon discovered that he was not dreaming.

——His hand was tightly held by someone, and a black head was resting on his forearm. When he moved his whole arm, it felt numb like a needle prick. Half of the man's face was covered with black hair. The warm breath sprayed on Feihua's waist, and there was still slight itchiness through the clothes.

The man was probably very tired, maybe he just lay on the bed like that all night, and he woke up vigilantly unless Hua moved.

"Xiao Fei, Xiao Fei..." Yang Fengjue squinted her panda eyes, grabbed Fei Hua's hand and pressed it to her face, muttering in a low voice.

"Water..." As soon as Feihua opened her mouth, a ball of fire filled her dry throat, and the words that came out were tugging like a bellows.

Yang Fengjue blamed himself for being confused, hurriedly went to the table to pour a glass of warm water, and half-supported Feihua to drink it. "Or?"

Feihua shook her head, her throat finally felt better.

"Are you hungry? There's chicken soup stewing in the kitchen, but you can only have some porridge first, I'll let someone..."

Before Yang Fengjue finished speaking, the door squeaked, and Yun Tan walked in carrying a tray. Seeing Feihua awake, she froze for a moment, and then a look of joy appeared in her eyes.

"The young master really woke up. The second master said that you woke up at this time, and told me to cook porridge and wait!"

Yang Fengjue also looked at Feihua happily, wiped Feihua's sweaty forehead with a towel, half helped him up and leaned against her arms, took a small cup of white porridge from Yun Tan, spoonful by spoonful Feed it into Feihua's mouth.

The thick millet porridge was boiled without any condiments, but Feihua ate it, but there was a faint fragrance of rice, because he had been ill for the past few days, and apart from being fed bowls of decoction, no dripping rice, his mouth ate. It's full of bitterness.

After eating a bowl of porridge, the feeling of dizziness and dizziness finally got better. After eating the porridge and drinking a bowl of bitter soup, Yang Fengjue poured water for him, rinsed his mouth, twisted a wet towel on his face and neck. After wiping it down, he settled down and fell asleep.

Feihua's mind was chaotic, and drowsiness began to rise when he was full. He watched Yang Fengjue busily coming and going, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab his shirt.

"What's wrong? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Feihua moved her head to express her denial, moved her body into the bed, and shifted her position, "You can also come up and sleep for a while." Looking at his dark circles, he knew that he had been ill during this time. Must be tired of worrying again.

Yang Fengjue squinted her eyes with a smile, and didn't refuse. She went to wash her face, took off her coat and went to bed. She naturally hugged Feihua into her arms, brushed his pressed hair aside with one hand, and tucked in the corner of the quilt. .

Feihua adjusted a comfortable position in his arms, and soon fell asleep after the medicine kicked in. Looking at his sleeping face, Yang Fengjue felt warm in his heart, and fell asleep with a surge of tiredness.

In the quiet bedroom, there were only two shallow and steady breathing sounds.

At this time, in a small yard near the busy city in the east of Luozhou City, in the messy yard, there are some framed pots in a mess, and a few chickens and ducks are walking leisurely in this narrow space, one piece on the ground. The west part is full of excrement from chickens and ducks.

Such a messy and ordinary small courtyard, but a different scene in the shabby room.

In the central hall, Yue Qingfeng was sitting on the grand master's chair beside the Eight Immortals table, staring at the kneeling man on the ground with his face sinking like water.

"What kind of medicine is it? Tell me!"

The person standing behind Yue Qingfeng looked at the kneeling person and yelled violently. The sharp and cold tone made the man tremble violently, his waist collapsed involuntarily, but he still kept his mouth shut with a pale face.

Yue Qingfeng glanced at the few people leaning against the door, and turned his gaze back to the people on the ground.

Ling You was uncomfortable being stared at by him, and his body unconsciously wanted to move to avoid that gaze, and his right hand, which was missing a finger, quietly clenched into a fist.The person standing behind Yue Qingfeng frowned, and stepped forward to teach him a lesson.

Yue Qingfeng lightly raised his palm to stop his movement, his eyes were still staring at the people on the ground, and after a while, he suddenly said: "Are you from the Ling family in the capital?"

The low questioning tone, but with a sense of certainty, Ling You was only shocked when he heard it, his face became paler, and he did not dare to look at him with his head down.

However, Yue Qingfeng had already taken his demeanor into his eyes, and his previous guess was confirmed, but a sense of irritability suddenly surged in his heart, seeing that he couldn't ask anything and didn't need to ask any more.

"Amber, take the second young master and go back."

"Yes!"

The person standing behind him responded and quickly walked to the next room, and after a while