drunk spring branch

Sure enough, under the leadership of Jing Zhu, everyone returned to the temple.

When pushing aside the dead branches in front of him, Maizi's pride was almost beyond words, and while dancing and shouting that Daddy is awesome, he ran into the temple first.With a creak, he pushed open the dilapidated wooden door, threw the thick branch in his arms to the ground, pulled up the straw ball and threw it in front of the altar, and continued to warm his hands by the candlelight.

In contrast, Douzi was worried, hugging a pile of branches and huddled behind Jingzhu, lowered his head and kept silent. After entering the door, he sat down on the straw pile at the door, looking depressed.

With a creak, Jing Zhu casually closed the door a little bit, leaving only a crack where he could see the wind and snow outside the door.

As soon as he entered the door, Jing Zhu tore off the cloak from his body, and wrapped it around Ming Xuanyu without hesitation. Even though Ming Xuanyu said that he was not cold, Jing Zhu still carefully wrapped him tightly, not allowing reject.

Looking at the prince who was wrapped like a rice dumpling, it was obvious that his fingers were cold and he was still holding on. A beautiful fairy face was so cold that his cheeks were slightly red.Jing Zhu couldn't help chuckling, although he didn't know what was so funny.

Pulling Ming Xuanyu to the other side of the Buddhist altar, Jing Zhu dug out some undamaged straw from the corner, first tried to sit up by himself and it was barely ok, then let Ming Xuanyu sit down to rest.

The two children brought a lot of firewood, and Jing Zhu started sorting.First, pick out the thickest ones and put them on the bottom layer, and then put some dry grass and small dead branches on top.I dialed it with my hands to keep the central position in the air, and surrounded the firewood with the damp and moldy big stones in the corner.

Next came the fire.

There are long-burning candles in the temple. In the past few days, there are people who go up the mountain to burn incense and pray for blessings, so the candlelight continues.Although Jingzhu doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas, in Buddhist holy places, if you want to use the incense candles in front of the altar to light a fire, you still have to say hello to the Buddha.

So Jing Zhu kowtowed and bowed to the Buddha statue in a dignified manner, chanted some words, and then took the candlestick to light the fire.

First the dry grass was ignited, and then the fire spread, and the dead branches were also ignited. The fire was isolated by the big stones around it, and it burned cracklingly.Jing Zhu suddenly thought of a word inexplicably, dry firewood.

The warmth near the fire is extremely comfortable, in stark contrast to the cold wind blowing in through the crack of the door with thin snow.Jing Zhu took all the available straw and made a mat, and called everyone to sit around the fire to keep warm, and smiled shamelessly and sat next to Ming Xuanyu, in the name of making it warmer.

I couldn't see the sky outside, but after tossing around for so long, it was obviously late at night.Douzi was drowsy, dozed off several times and almost fell on Maizi, but was pushed away by Maizi in disgust. After pushing a few times, he didn't bother to push anymore, so he let Douzi fall asleep on his shoulder.

At first, Maizi was playing with the rattle idly, but Jing Zhu, in order to liven up the atmosphere, told the rumors of ghosts that he did not know where he heard.It wasn't until Maizi was so frightened that he burst into tears and screamed, and Douzi almost woke up because of this, that Ming Xuanyu yelled to stop.

Jing Zhu shut his mouth obediently, and pouted at Ming Xuanyu who looked like an iceberg, pretending to be wronged.

Quiet and warm environment, only the sound of firewood crackling.Soon, Maizi also fell asleep on the ground in a daze, still holding the rattle in his hand.Douzi fell asleep quietly on his arm, clutching a little bit of Maizi's skirt cautiously.

"Sleepy? You go to sleep, I will watch over."

Jing Zhu glanced at the motionless person beside him, and picked the fire with a thick branch specially left behind.

"It's okay."

Ming Xuanyu lowered his head, his voice was a little weak.

Think about it too.No matter how skilled Ming Xuanyu is, he is still a prince of golden branches and jade leaves. He must have never experienced such suffering. Some discomfort is normal. Tomorrow, he must apologize and make some ginseng soup for him.Jing Zhu didn't think much about it, and continued to look at the so-called firewood and fire in front of him, not noticing that Ming Xuanyu's face turned pale at this time.

With a bang, the fragile old broken door was crumbling by the howling cold wind.Jing Zhu stood up and pushed some heavy objects towards the door.

Suddenly, Jing Zhu felt someone rushing from behind.Turning around suddenly, it turned out that Ming Xuanyu was lowering his head, staggering over, as if he was drunk.

What's going on here?Jing Zhu called out to the lord, but did not receive an answer. He wanted to catch the stumbling man, but he was pushed aside.Ming Xuanyu seemed to be possessed, and after pushing Jing Zhu away, he rushed out the door, despite all kinds of calls, he still didn't look back.

The wind and snow poured in, how could he be so relieved that he didn't know where he was going in this icy and snowy place, and he was still wearing a single shirt?Jing Zhu frowned, and hurried back to grab the big cloak that was thrown on the straw pile, and ran out quickly.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Jing Zhu closed the gate of the temple and chased after a few steps, followed the footprints in the snow and found Ming Xuanyu collapsed under the bodhi tree not far from the gate of the temple.

There was not much snow on the ground, so where Ming Xuanyu fell, the thin snow was swept away by his body, and the snow-white robe with gold and silk embroidered with sea pearls was already covered with mud.The Snow Jade Lotus fan was loosely inserted at the waist, and the sleeves were covered with snow and mud. Because she covered her face with the sleeves, she was scratched and dirty, along with her pretty cheek.

Even so, it can be seen that Ming Xuanyu's cheeks are as red as the sunset in spring.He shrank into a ball, kicked his legs and whimpered in pain, as if the itching was unbearable.

Regardless of the slippery snowy road, Jing Zhu rushed over at the fastest speed, and hugged Ming Xuanyu horizontally.Warm fingers and worn clothes were rubbed with mud.

But how can Jingzhu manage these things?He kept calling for this suddenly strange prince, but Ming Xuanyu kept struggling in his arms, in pain as if he could cry at any time, murmuring incomprehensible words in a crying voice.

Having never seen Ming Xuanyu like this before, Jing Zhu was a little at a loss.If he has a fever, although his forehead is indeed very hot, he always feels that this is not the root cause of the symptoms, after all Ming Xuanyu looks a little too painful.

In short, take it back to the temple first, you can’t keep blowing and freezing outside all the time, right?

After a lot of effort, Jing Zhu carried Ming Xuanyu back, carefully placed it on the straw mat next to the firewood pile, and went back to the door to move the sundries back to the door to block the door.

This time it was really hard for Jingzhu.It seemed that he had a fever, Ming Xuanyu's body was hot, and his cheeks were flushed.If it is in the palace, you can still ask someone to pour some cold water to wipe it off, but what should I do now?There is only one broken bucket in this temple, which is not filled with water but sand.

All of a sudden, Jing Zhu came up with an idea, staring at the wet hem of his linen robe.With a hiss, Jing Zhu tore off the clean hem of his clothes, where the upper layer of snow was brushed off when he squatted down just now, and part of it was soaked.

But these seemed not enough, Jing Zhu originally planned to go outside the door and use the clean snow on the steps to make the cloth strips more wet and cold, but when he got up, he was grabbed by Ming Xuanyu, and fell unsteadily on the straw mat.

This time the fall was not light, Jing Zhu rubbed his waist and sucked in the cold air, turned his face to the side and found Ming Xuanyu lying very close, the distance between the two was no more than an arm's length.But after close observation, it was discovered that Ming Xuanyu was clenching his teeth, in extreme pain, his hair was disheveled, his face was pale, there were tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, and a pair of slender white hands were frantically scratching the skirt of his clothes and the straw under his body, in a panic. He curled up into a ball, sobbing in pain.

Not caring to rub his waist more, Jing Zhu grabbed the strip of cloth that he tore off just now, luckily it wasn't dirty.Unexpectedly, these rags and clothes would come in handy one day.

Just as he folded the strip of cloth and put it on his forehead, Ming Xuanyu sat up suddenly, grabbed Jing Zhu's collar, and a hot breath passed between them.Ming Xuanyu's eyes were blurred, and his face became even redder. Jing Zhu stretched out his hand to poke it, and it was really hot.

"You have a fever, lie down and I'll give you an ice pack."

Jing Zhu took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"No... no, no fever... stay away from me! It's not a fever... stay away from me!"

Ming Xuanyu was almost crying, and retreated with all his strength.

"careful!"

Jing Zhu pulled Ming Xuanyu's arm hard.

There is a pile of firewood behind him, and if he pushes it down, his clothes will definitely be burned.Jing Zhu's eyes widened, afraid that something might happen to Ming Xuanyu.But this pull seemed to be too forceful, Ming Xuanyu pressed down heavily, and threw his whole body on Jing Zhu's body, and Jing Zhu fell firmly on his back to the ground.

It was like this again, Jing Zhu couldn't help wanting to get some wax on his ribs, but just a few days later he was hurt by the fall again, and all the little drowsiness he had was thrown away all at once.

The nose is full of sandalwood, and the elegant taste lingers around.On the Buddhist altar beside him, the Buddha statue illuminated by incense candles is watching the two people hugging each other.

What made Jingzhu even more terrified was that Ming Xuanyu hugged him tightly, hooked his earlobe with the tip of his wet tongue, panted heavily, and murmured in his ear with a weak voice The words sounded like thunder.

"Do it with me."