Uncle, a sick beauty dressed as a black lotus

Ye Qingyi looked dazed and cold, as if he was also frightened by his subconscious evasion.

Xuan Moxiao looked at Ye Qingyi expressionlessly, while Ye Qingyi looked at her feet without blinking. The two faced each other silently. For a while, they were speechless. I don't know how long it took, Xuan Moxiao Slowly stood up and said: "Disciple... Disciple was so abrupt that he actually fell asleep in Yilanxuan."

Ye Qingyi blinked lightly. His face was always plain white, but now it was extremely white. Xuan Moxiao stared at the bloodless but shockingly beautiful face, his heart was cold and agitated .

"It's okay, Xiao'er is probably tired." Ye Qingyi smiled, "I'll ask your Uncle Du to prescribe some tonics for you in a while."

"Thank you, uncle." Xuan Moxiao said obediently, "Then, the disciple will step down first."

Ye Qingyi said dryly: "Okay."

Xuan Moxiao took a deep look at Ye Qingyi, and walked away slowly.

As soon as he walked out of Yilan Pavilion, the two doors closed behind him with a "snap".

Xuan Moxiao looked back, and felt that Ye Qingyi slapped him hard on the face twice.

His intuition told him that something must have happened.

He passed out in Yilanxuan inexplicably, and Ye Qingyi looked a little strange after waking up. In addition to all the previous things... Could it be that his Master Ye knew something?

What's more, his Master Ye cast a spell on him? !

Xuan Moxiao was frightened into a cold sweat by his own thought, but this answer was the only one that could explain everything!

Now the Lihua Palace is under his control, the Cold Crystal Valley also belongs to him, and the position of the master of Bailie Peak in Yuqiong Mountain will eventually be his. , must not!

Ye Qingyi... If he really knew everything, how would he prepare?

Xuan Moxiao gritted her teeth fiercely, and fell into a tangled situation that she had never been in in her life for a while.

After Xuan Moxiao left, Ye Qingyi did not leave Yilanxuan for three days in a row.

On the fourth day, Lihua Palace sent a message saying that Su Mengze was seriously ill and asked Du Zhong to go for diagnosis and treatment.

Ye Qingyi had a heart attack because of Xuan Moxiao's incident, and lay down in Yilanxuan for three days. After finally getting better, he got the news that Su Mengze's soldiers were heavy. He already knew everything, so he could guess it naturally. Su Mengze's illness was most likely related to Xuan Moxiao, but he couldn't say for sure what Xuan Moxiao did.

Even though he was still tired, Ye Qingyi still went with Du Zhong to Lihua Palace.

As soon as I entered the Lihua Palace, I saw Su Mengsheng, Xuan Moxiao and his master and apprentice standing in front of the Jinfeng Terrace in bright clothes, waiting for him and Du Zhong to arrive. Although the two masters and apprentices were both disciples of Yuqiong Mountain, one was Su Mengze's. His own younger brothers, one is Su Mengze's adoptive son, who obviously has a closer relationship with Lihua Palace, Ye Qingyi can't help thinking, maybe if he is sick for a few more days, after waking up, the authority of Lihua Palace will successfully fall to Xuan Moxiao's. It's on hand.

While thinking about it, he had already walked in front of the pair of master and apprentice, Su Mengsheng's handsome face, which was always smiling, rarely showed a bit of worry, while Xuan Moxiao was quite calm, since Ye Qingyi appeared in Lihua Palace, A pair of eyes were firmly fixed on Ye Qingyi's body, motionless.

Ye Qingyi's heart, which had finally calmed down, suddenly felt a pain, and his face turned blue instantly. Seeing that he was standing unsteadily, the three of them reached out to Ye Qingyi almost at the same time, but Ye Qingyi fell backwards On the body of Eucommia.

Ye Qingyi has been taken care of by Du Zhong all the year round, and is very close to Du Zhong, Su Mengsheng is used to seeing it, so he doesn't think much of it, but looking at Xuan Moxiao at the side, although he has seen Ye Qingyi and Du Zhong accompanying each other a lot, The expression now is stiff.

Ye Qingyi didn't go to see Xuan Moxiao at all, since he knew all the secrets of Xuan Moxiao, he couldn't face Xuan Moxiao with the same state of mind as before.Could it be that Xuan Moxiao's blow to him was so simple as to make him palpitate and faint, he felt that his soul was crushed hard by Xuan Moxiao stepping on the ground.

Su Mengsheng looked at Ye Qingyi worriedly: "Junior Brother Ye, you have heart palpitations again, why don't you take good care of it at Yushu Peak? After all, Mo Xiao and I will take care of Big Brother, it's fine."

When Su Mengsheng said this, he thought that Ye Qingyi came here because he was worried about Su Mengze, heh, in fact, he just came to see what tricks Xuan Moxiao was playing.

But Ye Qingyi didn't explain, he let Su Mengsheng misunderstand, and followed the other party's words: "Meng Zejun is seriously ill, this matter is serious, I know it, how can I ignore it, Senior Brother Su..." Ye Qingyi coughed lightly Twice, "Meng Zejun, what happened?"

Ye Qingyi didn't glance at Xuan Moxiao who was at the side when he was talking to Su Mengsheng. Even so, that Qingjun extraordinary face still stood quietly in his corner of the eye, and it was difficult for him to ignore it.

Su Mengsheng led them into the palace while answering Ye Qingyi's words: "It's strange to say that, after my eldest brother got the Purple Jade Pill, because he was thinking about the Nether River, he wholeheartedly retreated and practiced in Jinfeng Mountain. What's the matter? I don’t care, I don’t see anything. Suddenly one day, the golden phoenix came out of the mountain to warn, and the disciples suddenly realized that something happened to the elder brother in the mountain, so they went to the mountain to find someone, and when they found the elder brother, the elder brother had passed out, and... Blood."

"Seven orifices weeping blood?"

Ye Qingyi, who walked weakly, shook violently, as if Su Mengze's injury was too heavy to bear, Su Mengsheng and Du Zhong hurriedly supported Ye Qingyi from left to right: "Junior Brother Ye, are you alright?"

Ye Qingyi pressed her temple and shook her head.

Xuan Moxiao looked at the worried Ye Qingyi expressionlessly, and tightly clenched the Yuxiao in his hand.

"How is Meng Zejun doing now?"

Su Mengsheng sighed: "I'm still in a coma. I asked all the elders in the palace to read it. They said that the eldest brother has the appearance of leaving his soul. It really scared me out of my wits, so I invited Junior Brother Du here. Otherwise, I couldn't bear to let him go." Junior Brother Du leaves your side."

Ye Qingyi didn't say anything else, and followed Su Mengsheng into the palace.

Su Mengze was just as Ye Qingyi imagined, lying on the bed with no blood on his face, dying, Ye Qingyi went back to Qingze Garden after seeing it, not because he liked this place, but because the warmest place in Lihua Palace is Qingze Garden, and his sick body could not support him to stay in the cold place for even one night.

Until twilight, Eucommia, who was treating Su Mengze, did not return to Qingze Garden. Ye Qingyi sat in Qingze Garden full of worries, thinking about how to deal with it.

How on earth should he deal with Xuan Moxiao?

Thinking about it, it snowed in the sky.

However, as soon as the snow-white snowflakes entered the Qingze Garden, they were turned into mist by the heater. Ye Qingyi looked up at the snowflakes in the sky, and was thinking about going back to his room to take a nap, when suddenly there was an extra person in the courtyard.

That person was covered in snow, tall and tall, with a handsome face, it was none other than Xuan Mo Xiao.

Ye Qingyi quietly looked at Xuan Moxiao who came uninvited.

Xuan Moxiao's eyes were as clear as water, and they were terribly quiet under the snow-covered starry sky: "Master Ye, it's snowing, why are you still sitting outside?"

Ye Qingyi only felt that Xuan Moxiao's voice seemed to come from hell, suddenly near and far away, blurred and terrifying, when he heard clearly what Xuan Moxiao said, Xuan Moxiao had already walked to his side, looking down at him from a high position. looking at his face.

Ye Qingyi has never been looked at by Xuan Moxiao like this before. Xuan Moxiao has always been very cute in front of him. She likes to half kneel beside him and look up at him. Now, it's him looking up at Xuan Moxiao. Mo Xiao.

That's right, the one lying in Ruolihua Palace can't wake up again, let alone him, everyone in the cultivation world has to look up at the young man standing in front of him.

He was keenly aware that Xuan Moxiao's attitude towards him had changed overnight, or in other words, Xuan Moxiao was too lazy to pretend anymore.

Unfortunately, he had to continue pretending.

Then Zhanyan smiled at Xuan Moxiao: "Xiao'er, why don't you guard your master, what are you doing here?"

Xuan Moxiao's slender eyelashes trembled, and he raised his hand to untie the Xuanhu snow cape on his body, and covered Ye Qingyi's body.

The snow cloak still carried the temperature of Xuan Moxiao, but Ye Qingyi's cold body and heart were even colder, how could it be covered by a snow cloak.

"Master, I am very concerned about foster father." Xuan Moxiao asked in a declarative tone.

Ye Qingyi didn't bother to distinguish the taste hidden in Xuan Moxiao's words, so he just asked, "Has Meng Zejun woke up?"

"Uncle Master, do you want Mengze Jun to wake up?" Xuan Moxiao also answered irrelevantly, "Uncle Master, once winter is over, I'm afraid that even if you go to Fanxiang Valley, when spring comes, you will marry your adoptive father."

Ye Qingyi frowned slightly.

He was not stupid, and he saw Xuan Moxiao treating him like that in the dream, so how could he not know the deep meaning of Xuan Moxiao's words.

He was really too lazy to pretend to be with himself.

If Xuan Moxiao had talked to him like this before, he might not have thought much about it, but now...

Ye Qingyi's head hurt again.

He sighed lightly, rubbed his temples, and was about to speak, when Xuan Moxiao hugged him horizontally.

Ye Qingyi was startled, and hooked Xuan Moxiao's neck in a whirl: "What are you doing?"

There was a smile on the corner of Xuan Moxiao's mouth, but his eyes were full of coldness: "Why is uncle so nervous? This disciple just thinks that the wind and snow in the courtyard are so violent that the cold air will invade his body, so he wants to take uncle back to his room."

Ye Qingyi panted coquettishly: "Then you say it, and I will walk back by myself."

"I don't want my uncle to be tired." Xuan Moxiao's eyes sank, "I just talked a few words with my uncle at Yilanxuan that day, and after resting in Yilanxuan for half a day, my uncle felt palpitations for three days. Wake up, now I finally woke up, the disciple will take good care of me and never let my uncle suffer from discomfort again."

As he spoke, he blasted open the door with his true energy, and walked in with Ye Qingyi in his arms.

Ye Qingyi's eyes widened angrily, he was still struggling with how to deal with Xuan Moxiao, but now he was nestled in his arms, wishing he could immediately call Du Zhong back to protect him and perform the soul restraining technique.

Xuan Moxiao gently placed Ye Qingyi on the bed, looked at Ye Qingyi's lips without any concealment, and said, "Master, please drink some hot tea to warm your body."

Ye Qingyi thought of some bad things with that straightforward and enthusiastic gaze, so he turned his face away: "No, just back down."

Xuan Moxiao paused beside Ye Qingyi's bed: "Then, do you want me to play a song to help my uncle fall asleep..."

Ye Qingyi's forehead twitched.

He stared at the feet of the pillow for a long, long time, and finally said, "No need..."