late snow

The colder it gets as we go northwest. After driving for seven or eight days, half of the time it was snowing. At the beginning, Ji Huai could barely bear it. When another heavy snow fell, he finally couldn't resist and suffered from the wind and cold. fall sick.

In order to take care of him, Heng Taki deliberately slowed down his traveling speed, temporarily rested in a nearby town, and even found a doctor for him.

The road was blocked by heavy snow, and Zhao Yue didn't arrive for a long time. He should have confessed to the Cangkongmen. Although everyone in the Cangkongmen was covering their heads and covering their faces like black wood, Ji Huai clearly felt that they were facing an enemy. , so attentive and thoughtful for fear that Ji Huai would lose a hair.

Ji Huai sneezed all morning, his nose became red, and he lay dizzy on the bed, his face was frighteningly pale, and he looked very listless.

"This young master is born weak, a weak disease brought out in the womb." The white-bearded old doctor said unhurriedly: "He is more afraid of the cold than ordinary people. Before, young master, you will get cold when autumn and winter come?"

Ji Huai nodded.

Not only in autumn and winter, but in spring and summer, whenever the temperature is lower, or if he is accidentally exposed to rain, he will be sick for ten days and a half months. Jifu even invited famous doctors to help him take care of his body, but it still didn't work.

"My son suffered a serious illness when he was young, and he was injured at the root. No matter how much tonic he took, he couldn't recover." The old doctor stroked his beard and said to Ji Huai, "Fortunately, he takes good care of him at ordinary times, but his body is weak. I will prescribe a medicine for you." Fang Zi, the young master also remembers activities when he is free on weekdays, Wuqinxi and Baduanjin are fine..."

The old doctor and doctor were benevolent, and his instructions were very thoughtful. Ji Huai thanked him, and some people from the warehouse took him to write prescriptions and grab medicines.

"Did you have a serious illness when you were young?" Zhan Hua was the only one left in the room, so he asked.

"Well, I vaguely remember what Zhang Ma said." Ji Huai said: "It is said that he was poisoned shortly after birth or something. One life to come."

But he just listened to it casually, and didn't pay attention to it. Today, when the old doctor said it, he remembered it again.

Zhan Hua tucked in the quilt for him, "That's why."

"Actually, my health isn't that bad." Ji Huai sneezed as he spoke, and said weakly, "I could memorize you before."

What Ji Huai was talking about was when they lost their way in the mountains before. At that time, he thought that Zhan Hua was devoted to him...

It was probably because the mood swings of the ill people were particularly severe, Ji Huai felt depressed for a while when he thought about it, half of his face was retracted into the quilt and he stopped talking.

Zhan Hua looked down at him, "Well, it's amazing."

Ji Huai: "...what's your expression?"

"Huh?" Zhan Hua was a little surprised, "Can you still see through the mask?"

"Your eyes are mocking me." Ji Huai said angrily.

Zhan Hua chuckled: "Do you have to be coaxed every time you get sick?"

"No." Ji Huai firmly denied.

Zhan Hua laughed but said nothing, Ji Huai repeated seriously: "Absolutely not."

The medicine was ready soon, and Ji Huai drank the medicine in one go while pinching his nose, but he didn't wait for the candied fruit Zhan Hua gave.

With a bitter taste in his mouth, Ji Huai placed the medicine bowl heavily on the bedside, staring at Zhan Hua with cold eyes.

What is said in the scriptures is indeed true, no matter whether it is a person or a thing, as long as you get it, you will not care about it anymore.

Zhan Hua is indeed a born liar.

The born liar put the medicine bowl aside, looked up and met Ji Huai's cold eyes, but now that Ji Huai's face didn't have a trace of blood, he looked even colder, as if the young master was about to lose his temper, At first glance, it is quite intimidating.

"Too bitter?" Zhan Hua asked him.

"It's not bitter, not bitter at all." Ji Huai sneered, "I can have another bowl."

"I'll send it right away." Zhan Hua said.

Ji Huai was stunned, "Is there really a bowl?"

"There are two bowls in total." As soon as Zhan Hua finished speaking, someone brought up another bowl.

"Doctor Li said that this medicine should be drunk while it's hot." The person who came came said something, and then respectfully withdrew.

Ji Huai finished the second bowl, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and said to Zhan Hua, "Go out, I'm asleep."

Zhan Hua sat on the edge of the bed without moving, "I watch you sleep."

"Someone watched me and couldn't sleep." Ji Huaiyi ordered, "Get out."

"If I don't give you candied fruit, will I lose my temper because of bitterness?" Zhan Hua stretched out his hand and pinched his ears, and looked at him jokingly, "You really are a young master."

Ji Huai was hit by what he said, annoyed: "I didn't."

"The doctor said you can't eat sweets after drinking this medicine." Zhan Hua took off the mask and asked seriously, "Is it very bitter?"

"No—" Ji Huai just opened his mouth, when he saw him getting closer, he asked cautiously, "What are you doing?"

Zhan Hua laughed softly, "I'll try it."

After a long while, Ji Huai was leaning on the bedpost, his collar was a little messed up, and his pale lips were a little bloody. He put one hand loosely on Zhan Hua's waist, and the other hand was still grabbing Zhan Hua's sleeve. Let go, staring at Zhan Hua wearily and satiatedly, his breath was a little unsteady.

"It's a bit bitter." Zhan Hua reached out and wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

The other party was bewitched by her beauty, and most of Ji Huai's anger disappeared.

Former Zhanhua always wore loose monk robes, but now he is wearing the uniform black robe of Cangkongmen. The palm-wide dark gold pattern belt outlines his waistline very smoothly. Ji Huai can't help but look at him these days The waist is thin and beautiful, a circle thinner than others.

He wanted to touch it a long time ago, but after he pointed it out, the two of them were a bit reserved and uncomfortable. In addition, they had been on the road and had no chance to get along alone. Now, by virtue of illness, he succeeded.

Ji Huai's hands were not very honest, he casually hooked his fingers around his belt, and his eyes casually fell on Zhan Hua's tightly covered skirt, "Is the injury on your neck healed?"

That night he was so angry that he bit hard.

There was a smile in Zhan Hua's eyes, "Do you want to see my injury, or my neck?"

Ji Huai looked away slowly, and said inappropriately: "Of course it is to see the injury."

So Zhan Hua stretched out his hand and hooked up his outer robe and skirt, revealing his fair and thin neck, and there was a small red lump with a scab on the side of his neck.

Ji Huai reached out and touched it.

a little itchy.

Zhan Hua's Adam's apple moved slightly, "It's healed."

Under the wide sleeves, the sharp blade was pressed in his palm.

Ji Huai sneezed again. He picked up the handkerchief and rubbed his nose, put his forehead on Zhan Hua's shoulder, stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around Zhan Hua's waist, and said in a nasal voice, "Sleep with me for a while."

In Zhan Hua's eyes, although Ji Huai is coquettish, he is almost unconvinced and coquettish. Now that he said this in a soft voice, even though he still has a lot of things to do, he still complied in a strange way.

Zhan Hua lay on his back on the bed and stared at the azure tassels tied on the curtain. Ji Huai pillowed his arm and hugged his waist sideways. He frowned and closed his eyes drowsily. It was obvious that he still felt uncomfortable after drinking the medicine.

The blade feels a bit cool against the palm.

at the same time.

Nanyu and Mingye squatted shivering in the woods wrapped in a big cloak.

"Why isn't the master here yet?" Nan Yu's nose turned red from the cold.

Ming Ye is a conscientious subordinate, "Master is always punctual, it should be delayed by some important matter."

"Shall we go and have a look?" Nanyu asked.

"There are people from the Martial Arts League nearby, so don't act rashly." Ming Ye watched the movement around him vigilantly, "Be patient and wait."

Nanyu felt that what he said made sense, so she nodded, "OK."

While the two were talking, a carriage sped past the snow-covered official road, and there were a few broken arrows sticking out of the window lattice.

After a few breaths, the sound of horseshoes chased after them. The people on the horses were dressed in different styles, but they were obviously keeping a close eye on the carriage in front of them, and some people were shooting arrows on the horses.

Ming Ye and Nan Yu, who were hiding in the dark, looked at each other, and they both saw the astonishment in each other's eyes.

"It's the left and right protectors of Hell Sea, and the master has left the customs?" Nan Yu's face was very ugly.

"No, I have to tell the master." Anxiety flashed across Ming Ye's face, "You wait here, I'll follow and have a look."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Nanyu's answer, he turned around and went into the nearby forest to chase the carriage and the crowd.

"Ming Ye!" Nanyu called out to him in a low voice, but he had disappeared. She looked at the inn where the members of the Wulin League were staying in the distance, and her heart sank.

In the bumpy carriage, Zhao Yue leaned on the door frame of the carriage, "Hurry up! They are chasing you!"

The black-robed man who was driving hurriedly turned his head and glanced back, a sharp arrow was coming straight at Zhao Yue, and in a hurry, he swooped down to protect Zhao Yue, the horse neighed and panicked. direction.

"Are you okay?" Zhao Yue shook the person on his body, tried the other person's breath in the confusion, and had already died.

Zhao Yue didn't have time to feel sad, so he stretched out his hand and pushed the person on him away, pulled out the sword on his body, threw himself on the horse's back and grabbed the rein tightly, then cut off the tying rope of the carriage, and the broken carriage fell to the ground immediately. In the back, blocking several people who were chasing and killing.

Zhao Yue crouched on the horse's back, and a sharp arrow flew past his scalp. He slammed the horse's buttocks with his sword, and the horse under him neighed, and he and the horse rushed into the forest at high speed.

"We can't let him run away!" Some of the people chasing behind shouted loudly: "The leader said, we must catch him alive! Drive!"

Ming Ye stuck behind the tree trunk and listened to the familiar voice of Zuo Dharma Protector Yu Zhang, and then looked at the man in the Chinese dress who was speeding away, remembering what Zhan Hua said, and decisively took a shortcut to catch up.

No matter what, there is absolutely nothing wrong with fighting against the master.

The unique password sounded suddenly.

Zhan Hua, who was about to fall asleep, opened his eyes suddenly, looked at the closed door, and got up to get out of bed.

Ji Huai, who was already asleep, frowned dissatisfiedly, and hugged him even tighter.

Zhan Hua reached out to touch his face, and got out of bed very lightly.

However, as soon as he walked to the door, a sharp arrow suddenly broke through the window and shot straight at Ji Huai who was lying on the bed, Zhan Hua's expression changed.

"Ji Huai!"