The shadow guard laughs at me with a broken sleeve

Beauty is not only about Ju~

"The Book of Songs·Ye Feng·Gu Feng"

Are you picking fennel? The foam is east. Who is thinking about it? Meimeng is mediocre.

Expect me to go to Sangzhong, want me to go to the palace, send me to go to Qi.

To learn the wind from the valley, to use the yin to produce rain. Striders encourage one heart, and there should be no anger.

Picking fennel and picking fei, there is no way to get rid of it. Don't violate the sound of virtue, and you will die together.

43. Immortal Medicine

The silver candles in the room were ignited one by one, and the candlelight clustered like beans. The night grass placed by the window was graceful, and the incense came in the dark night, and the red tent added fragrance and warmth, which made people drowsy.

Xue Lang reckoned that most of the Chu army would arrive in a few days, and planned to take his subordinates to the conference hall to stay up all night. When he went back to his room to get something, he suddenly felt dizzy and couldn't walk steadily, so he couldn't help him. Sitting on the chair with the table in place, he bent his index finger against his temple and drew circles back and forth vigorously, but the effect was not obvious.

Yan Li, who just came in from the door, frowned lightly, and secretly made up his mind that he must not let him be self-willed tonight, even if tied, he must be tied to the bed and have a good sleep.

"Master," he walked behind him, took his hand away, and massaged him proficiently while persuading him, "You haven't slept well for more than ten days. There is nothing important tonight. You can sleep for a while." Come on, even if there is, you believe I can handle it well."

Xue Lang closed his eyes and shook his head stubbornly: "I'm much better, if you massage me again, I'll have enough strength to run around the city ten times in a while."

Yan Li suddenly became angry, angry and distressed, and simply withdrew his hand, staring at the back of his head without taking his eyes off, Xue Lang raised his head numbly, and smiled mischievously: "What's the matter? Who made my Yanyan angry?"

Yan Li lowered his face and said, "Go to sleep."

He didn't care whether the man answered or not, he turned around and went to find a benzoin to light it, and closed the windows that were open on all sides, even the pot of night grass was shut out of the window, and then he stood at the door and said what Don't get out of the way either.

Xue Lang supported his head and looked at him with a smile. Although he still had a headache, it didn't stop him from thinking wildly.

"Yanyan, do you know what you seem to be doing now?"

"what?"

Xue Lang squinted his eyes: "It's a bad thing. It's clear that you have misbehavior towards me."

However, even though Yan Li persuaded him so hard and softly, he still didn't want to give up, he stood up with a headache, approached him and coaxed him, "I know what you're worried about, but I'm fine now , Look, don’t you believe it? Feel it... Haha don’t touch it, don’t touch it, then think about how I used to not sleep for half a month..."

Oops, I said the wrong thing. Seeing Yan Li's complexion getting worse and worse, he smiled awkwardly and shut up. Why did he forget? After Yan Li gradually became familiar with him, he often expressed his habit of not resting on time. I don't agree, and now it's different from the past, the original little guard has been "bold" enough to dare to tell him what to do, "the overlord is hard on the bow", this is what he is willing to get used to.

Regarding this, he expressed that he has no regrets at all, and leisurely enjoys the awkward care of Lord Shadow Guard, but the current situation is critical and the ever-changing changes cannot allow him to relax for a moment. Dizziness.

Yan Li supported him and walked to the bed without saying a word.

"Don't be angry with me, Yanyan, I'm just worried that our efforts will be in vain." He rarely became serious, but he had already backed down, "I listen to you, don't be too busy, sleep with me for a while, okay? "

But after enjoying a few years of relaxed life, I can't hold on to the fatigue for such a short period of time. I really live and get older.

"The subordinates are guarding you." The implication is to refuse.

Xue Lang stubbornly refused to go any further, pestered Yan Li and said, "Good Yanyan, I was wrong, but if you don't accompany me, then I won't go to bed either, and I won't go when you are angry."

He pursed his lips, like a child playing with a temper, his handsome face was infected with sickness very quickly, faster than the heat and cold in midsummer, it seemed that he was wronged and pitiful, no one could bear to see him Blame hard.

Yan Li was also among them.

"Master," he sighed, "you do this every time."

Xue Lang forced himself to smile and was about to say something, when suddenly his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

"Master? Xue Lang, Xue Lang, don't scare me, I'm not angry, stop playing..."

After shouting a few times, Xue Lang didn't respond to him at all. He frowned and closed his eyes slightly, as if he had fallen asleep as he wished, and slept soundly.

Before he fainted, he tightly grabbed Yan Li's sleeve, and later when the doctor came to see him, he cut off that sleeve with a knife.

When he opened his eyes again, he still felt top-heavy. The sky was bright, and the glare made him close his eyes and get used to it for a long time before he got up.

The door opened, and Yan Li hurried in with a bowl of hot porridge, saw him sitting up, put the porridge on the low table, sat on the edge of the bed, watched his expression worriedly, and asked: "How do you feel? "

Xue Lang shook his head, his brows were full of shallow ravines: "What's wrong with me?"

"Are you hungry? Eat something first, you have been in a coma for several days." Yan Li said, holding a spoonful of cold porridge to his mouth as if to feed him.

But Xue Lang was in a daze and had no appetite at all. Looking at the bowl of porridge, he even wanted to feel sick, so he immediately turned his head away in resistance, and Yan Li opened his eyes slightly while holding the porridge, at a loss.

He put down the bowl, lowered his brows and eyes, bit his tongue lightly, his eyeballs were motionless, and his eyelashes were so thick that they cast a shadow on his face, as if he was hiding extreme sorrow and sadness, so fragile that it would shatter when pinched.

Xue Lang turned around, full of regrets, and was so distressed that he wanted to poke a few big holes in his body. Regardless of dizziness, he held his face and apologized softly: "Yanyan, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way. I eat it. Eat them all up, don't show this expression, don't you know that this is trying to gouge out my heart?"

He stretched out his hand to get the bowl of porridge, he was so unprepared that he shrank his fingers when he was scalded, and turned over Yan Li's hands to see that they were all red, which made him blame himself even more.

People are like this. Once they are coaxed and feel that they are pampered, they can't control the accumulated emotions.

After Xue Lang fell down that day, the doctor came to see that there was nothing serious about it, just the palpitations and dizziness caused by overwork, but how could Yan Li believe it so easily, as another person who knew Xue Lang best in this world, or directly said that he was A part of him, he is aware of all his states, even if he is extremely tired, it is absolutely impossible for him to be able to draw a bow and try an arrow for an hour, and become unconscious due to exhaustion in the next hour.

So Yan Li later went to several doctors and even the medical officer in the palace, but the answers he got were almost the same.

On the second day after he was in a coma, Yan Li pressed the original doctor again, but he couldn't find out. As soon as he said that he would use torture, the old doctor "there are old people and there are young people" cried and confessed: "The villain really can't diagnose and treat. The disease of the adult, the villain boldly, if there is another possibility, there is only the rumored 'Yun Rong'."

What is Yunrong?

The table is independent, the mountain is on the top, and the cloud is rong, and the bottom is down.

The incubation period of this poison can be as long as ten years. People who are poisoned will feel dizzy at the beginning, their feet are light and light as if they are in the clouds, they can't tell the direction, they will gradually become blind and deaf, fall into a long sleep, and their bodies will be exhausted irresistibly. Fluttering to death.

This is the so-called "longevity" medicine by the wandering warlocks in the old days. After taking it, because the feet are getting lighter and lighter, and there are always phantoms in front of the eyes from time to time, the victim often enjoys it after getting used to the dizziness. You won't know even if you die.

The Way of Wandering Immortals has declined, and this deadly poison called "Longevity" has been listed as a banned drug. The prescription was destroyed and lost a hundred years ago. Few people in recent times know that there was an era when "the aura of immortality was dim", let alone "Yunrong" born out of thin air.

The reason why the old doctor did not dare to speak out was because he was afraid that the treatment would not work, and Yan Li killed him in a fit of anger, and secondly, he was afraid that the banned medicine would be known and controlled by greed, and the smoky world would reappear Although he has never seen it with his own eyes, many of his ancestors died because of it.

After listening to him talk about these painful histories, Yan Li didn't feel the same, but asked: "How to cure this poison?"

He knew a lot about poison, and he always kept several kinds on his body, but he had never heard of "Yunrong". He thought, since it is poison, there must be an antidote, and the most poisonous thing is fighting poison with poison.

To his disappointment, the old doctor sighed: "There is no solution."

Yan Li became anxious when he heard this: "What's missing, I'll look for it."

"People at that time didn't even think about detoxification. Until now, Yunrong's prescription is unknown. Where can I prepare the antidote?"

"Your Excellency, you might as well think about it simply. The poison has long been lost.......The lord may just be exhausted. After a few days of recovery, he will be alive and well again." He rubbed his forehead. He stammered in the cold sweat that broke out all the time.

The old doctor was sent out of the mansion respectfully, Yan Li was undressed, and took care of Xue Lang for four days, finally hoping that he would wake up, but he received an unexpected cold face, coupled with worry, he gently Sniffing, the eye sockets are hot and hot.

"When you were in a coma, I was always afraid that you would never wake up again, and I was afraid that you would be hungry when you woke up, so I set up a small stove outside the door, warmed the medicine, and cooked porridge. If you didn't wake up for an hour, I would change it. Cooking in one pot, I asked the swallows on the eaves to help me take care of you for a while, and distributed the cold porridge to the sparrows in the yard. When I heard the sound of wax dripping in the house, I thought, you should wake up. Then I went to see you, you were still asleep, your brows were twisted into a rope, and I couldn't untie it."

Crystal tears from his eyes