Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

The small wooden medicine box was gently placed back on the table.

A hand reached out and closed the lid with a soft click.

This is the property that the doctor has lived on all the year round. It was well preserved by the old man with goatee and wiped with a soft handkerchief, so it looks spotless and like new.

Gu Yan was a little lost in thought, staring at the eyebrows and eyes of the person on the bed.

The doctor fine-tuned the prescription beside him without raising his head.

While writing, he complained twice: "Next time you invite me, just call the old man. The old man's neck can't stand such a torment."

The young master turned around and saluted him: "Sorry."

"I am anxious."

The doctor said in a low voice, "Young people just can't hold their temper." He handed him the fine-tuned prescription and asked him to make the medicine earlier and feed it to the sick in bed.

"Don't use spiritual power to stimulate him, other problems are not big," they are all clichéd health problems, "Don't eat stimulating things, don't eat fish, shrimp and crabs, cold spicy ones are absolutely unacceptable..."

Gu Yan took out a blank jade slip: "Can you write on it?"

The doctor pouted and wrote him a whole page, which Gu Yan put away with satisfaction.

However, "but he has been in a coma for a day and a night, and he hasn't woken up yet."

As Gu Yan said, she walked to the bed and reached out to touch Xiao Cheng's face with the back of her hand.

Feeling a slight coolness, he raised his head and looked around, and found that the window was open, consciously found the reason, walked over, and stubbornly tried to close the window.

The doctor said quietly from behind: "The windows are opened for ventilation..."

Gu Yan: "What did you say?"

Doctor: "...Ahem, it's normal for a seriously injured person to rest for a long time. Go and boil the medicine for him. It takes a long time to cook a bowl of medicine, and he might wake up soon."

Gu Yan beckoned, and soon more than half of the servants came over and took the prescription.

The doctor pulled him and gave instructions on how to slice the elixir and how to deal with the spirit flowers and herbs.

Xiao Cheng in his sleep also frowned, turned over, and retracted himself into the corner.

Gu Yan threw all the people out of the room, saw the servants running to the kitchen in a hurry, and then stopped the doctor who wanted to run away.

The doctor regained his senses resentfully, and reluctantly bowed: "Young master, it's at noon."

Don't let the frail old man bask in the sun at the door, it's time to eat, young man!

The young master in snow clothes stood at the door, with the shadow cast by the eaves under his eyebrows.

"You said last time that you can take care of it in a month," Gu Yan said, "Is it true?"

The doctor rubbed his head: "Of course it's true. However, it may be different from his standard if it is raised well. It may be difficult to run and jump vigorously; but if it eats and sleeps normally, it will definitely be fine."

"The meridian is broken, this is not a trivial matter, young master."

After a while, Gu Yan fell silent.

"Is he... in pain?"

Doctor: "You try... Hey, just kidding!"

After talking about the joke, the doctor said seriously: "We still have to find a 'Brown Feather Doctor' for him, so that the future can be guaranteed."

Gu Yan said: "I will find him myself."

In the evening, Gu Yan came in with the boiled medicine, put it on the table beside the bed, and then reached out to touch Xiao Cheng's forehead.

However, Xiao Cheng turned over in a daze, grabbed his hand, and half opened his eyes.

He woke up.

Cheng Yunzhi was confused and said, "Who am I and where am I... Oh, Xianjun!"

His eyes fell on Gu Yan, and he recognized him immediately, and also recognized where he was.

So he had a splitting headache and sat up reluctantly, and was supported by his back to drink the medicine.

After taking two mouthfuls of warm medicine, Xiao Cheng's appetite was awakened.

He said with a bitter face: "Xianjun, please do me a favor, give Xiao Cheng something to eat, I'm going to starve to death."

Gu Yan didn't prepare any snacks, and there has never been a tradition of spare snacks and pastries in his yard. Now, when he heard someone shouting for hunger, he couldn't help but feel at a loss, and went to touch his stomach, it was really terribly empty.

He said at a loss: "You... haven't bigu?"

Cheng Yuzhi: "Bigu? What kind of valley? Is it because the food is not tasty or because the tongue is not working well?"

Now that the two of them were sitting there staring blankly, Cheng Yuzhi suddenly understood, and took the medicine from Gu Yan's hand.

He was still playing haha, trying to get over it.

"Don't take it, don't take it, look at this medicine is such a big bowl, I'm sure I'm going to die after drinking it, there's no place to have some snacks, just treat me as nonsense."

Gu Yan silently watched him drink the medicine, took it silently, went out the door, and came back with a tray of snacks.

Some oil-paper packages have not been opened, but there is still a scent coming from the gap.

Xiao Cheng on the bed was trembling, wishing he could throw off the quilt and get out of bed.

He sincerely sighed, and praised him vigorously: "Xianjun is really a good gentleman!"

Under Xiao Cheng's shining eyes, the young master picked out a small piece out of it calmly.

Cheng Yuzhi: "..." suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Gu Yan cut the piece he picked out into four small pieces.

One of them was put on a small tray, it was extremely delicate, and it was handed to Cheng Yunzhi.

"The doctor said, you can't eat spicy food." Gu Yan said.

Cheng Yunzhi: "..." You old bastard.

The beautiful Daoxiu resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and stared closely at the pastry that Gu Yan put on the small tray, thinking that he would forget to eat it, but his hand didn't obey, and he quietly stretched out his hand, and it was gone after a bite thorough.

He smacked his lips impolitely, feeling the taste still on his teeth.

Cheng Yunzhi thought for a while, cautiously but confidently, he spread his hands: "More."

But Gu Yan put away the tray and asked the servants to take it away.

Cheng Yuzhi: "...Then why did you buy so much?"

Gu Yan understated: "Looking at plum blossoms to quench thirst."

roll roll roll!

Xiao Cheng, who had nothing to eat, had nothing to love, and Gu Yan stuffed a hand warmer in his hand, tucked in the corners, and sat upright on the bed, like a beautiful ceramic doll.

Gu Yan was extremely satisfied, he sat on the edge of the bed, and took out... a book of stories.

Cheng Yuzhi had heard people talk about books in a restaurant before, and he used to spend money to buy two storybooks to enrich his mind when he was idle.

It is indeed a good thing to pass the time and entertain.

However, when it appeared in Gu Yan's hands, the situation became not so good.

Cheng Yunzhi was a little puzzled, he comforted himself, what if Xianjun has the habit of reading scripts?

The next moment, Gu Yan opened the story book strangely, and said: "The servant said that this is what is spread in the market, and it should be used to relieve your boredom, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

Cheng Yuzhi: "Indeed, over the years, there have been more and more new stories, and everyone loves to read them. There are also adaptations of the stories in them. It's also a good book to talk about."

Gu Yan was keenly aware: "Storytelling?"

Cheng Yun was stunned: "Is there no storytelling yet?"

From the literal meaning, Gu Yan can roughly understand a little bit.

He twirled the pages of the story book, and before Cheng Yuzhi stretched out his hand to beg for it, he calmly rolled the paper with his palm and rolled it evenly.

Cheng Yunzhi's heart skipped a beat.

He struggled and said, "I'm also idle when I'm lying down, why don't you let me come..."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Yan pressed down with one hand, while the other hand was holding the book smoothly, without trembling at all.

He calmly said: "I read, you listen."

Xiao Cheng: "..."

you read? !

The other party was not afraid at all, after posing for Xiao Cheng in a comfortable position, he flipped through the catalog and came to the first page.

"Pinghu Travel Notes" is printed on the cover. It must be a travel note written by a traveler after visiting the lakes and mountains.

Cheng Yuzhi was holding the hand warmer, fidgeting, moving around, being suppressed by one hand.

Everything is normal before, basically it is the protagonist’s self-report, he is going to Beijing to catch up for the exam, he came to this lake on the way, and found that the scenery is wonderful, but the name is mediocre, it’s just called Pinghu.

The scholar looked at the lake from the boat, and saw a phantom. He couldn't help but fell headfirst into the lake.

I thought that I had to die here, but I was rescued by the spirit in the lake, and Qi Li helped him to the shore.

Cheng Yunzhi listened and yawned, thinking that he was fussing over a fuss.

Maybe it's a Mandarin book, Xianjun Niannian, it's not a big problem.

Next, the scholar thanked them with tears all over his face.

All the spirits smiled strangely, dreaming late at night, if you, a scholar, want to repay you, you can find these few people.

The scholar then met all the ghosts and mortals in appearance, and after getting along for a long time, the ghosts fell in love with him, but they didn't want him to reciprocate.

When Cheng Yuzhi was about to fall asleep, Gu Yan's cold voice rang in his ear: "Qingqing came out of the attic, stood on the second floor with a charming smile, and threw flowers for her fancy gentleman, and it happened to be on his head. The gentleman also laughs, and the concubine also laughs, it is the concubine's love, and the eyebrows are expressing love..."

Cheng Yunzhi: "...Pfft——"

He opened his eyes in horror and almost spit out a mouthful of water.

He said sternly: "Please stop, I know what's going on in the future, so there's no need to read it." It's weird to ask Xianjun to read this kind of thing.

Alas!

Gu Yan insisted: "Not much more." Still finished reading.

The scholar has a principal wife, but he can't be greedy. He marries a concubine, and enjoys the beautiful woman transformed by all the ghosts in his arms.

Life is good and the spring breeze is proud.

However, when a person develops greed, it cannot be eliminated.

Suddenly discovered the secrets of the wives and learned the weakness of all the spirits, so she sent her into the palace and pierced her abdominal weakness repeatedly to reveal her original shape, which turned out to be a big bright red carp!

Everyone in the palace enjoyed it, and scholars were promoted one after another.

All the wives were very worried, and wanted him to bring him back. The scholar was drunk, and a fish would be stewed.

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes went dark, and he returned to the lake. It turned out that everything was an illusion given to him by the spirits in the lake. Now the illusion disappeared, and the spirits refused to rescue him, so the scholar drowned.

Cheng Yuzhi: "Okay! The ending is good. If it's my words, I'll just write it like this: The scholar fell into the lake, his whole body was scorching hot, and he was cooked by the icy lake water. This is not more exciting."

Gu Yan closed the script: "The heart is cruel."

Xiao Cheng shrunk guiltily: "He has done bad things, and I can't soften my heart."

Gu Yan: "Even if it's just in an illusion?"

Cheng Yun straightened his neck, and immediately began to cough: "He's still in the storybook... Cough, cough, cough! Cough, cough, cough!"

Gu Yan stroked his thin back, fed him some water, and frowned.

"It's my fault that made you angry." He said in a low voice, "I won't read it next time."

Cheng Yuzhi thought to himself, you have finished reading, but now you tell me, don’t read it anymore?

"No," Xiao Cheng said with duplicity, "What are you reading, you don't have any emotion at all... Read another one tomorrow, you have to practice hard."

The young master beside the bed lowered his eyebrows and said with a low smile, "Okay."