Zilan

The wind blows the fragrance of flowers all over the courtyard, and the fragrant flowers are swaying, and there is still a little bit of bitter herbal smell in the air.

However, Yan Zhuoqing could clearly catch a wisp of orchid fragrance from the messy scent of flowers and medicine.

Ethereal and light.It seems to be out of reach, and can only be viewed from a distance; it seems to be close at hand, and can be grasped by reaching out.

Young Master Jiang, who was supposed to be lying on the bed, was standing in front of the table wearing a snow-blue cloak embroidered with complicated silver-gray patterns. His slender and pale wrists were exposed under the wide robe.

Perhaps it was because Yan Zhuoqing always ran to his courtyard a few days ago, so Jiang Jiuwan was already used to Yan Zhuoqing's breath, and he didn't even notice when he came.

Yan Zhuoqing reached out and grabbed a strand of soft black hair.

His chin rested on Jiang Jiuwan's shoulder: "Young master, what are you doing?"

As the heat blew past his ears, Jiang Jiuwan flicked his pen, and an ink mark was cut abruptly.

Before Yan Zhuoqing could see clearly, he crumpled up the paper and stuffed it into his sleeve robe.

"Young master, are you avoiding me?" Yan Zhuoqing's eyelids drooped slightly, and his voice sounded a bit lonely.

Jiang Jiuwan thought that he was really hurt, and his face was flustered. He didn't know what to do for a while, so he could only touch his head awkwardly and comfortingly.

'No. 'He carefully picked up a pen and re-wrote these two characters on a piece of rice paper for Yan Zhuoqing to read.He frowned again and wanted to explain something, but he couldn't think of it, and his brows furrowed even tighter in annoyance.

Jiang Jiuwan petted him like a dog.Yan Zhuoqing felt that this imagination was a bit funny, but he couldn't laugh.

Jiang Jiuwan was still unable to speak.

Killing intent appeared in Yan Zhuoqing's eyes.If he knew at that time that the flower picker had actually poisoned Jiang Jiuwan, he would never have killed him so easily.The torture methods of Mingyue Tower are notoriously vicious, not to mention Yan Zhuoqing who personally customized the torture methods of Mingyue Tower.

Fortunately, the doctor said that the poison would not last long.It should have recovered overnight, but because of Jiang Jiuwan's special constitution and the torn throat that day, Jiang Jiuwan could not speak for a while and needed to rest.

'How is Xiaosi? 'Jiang Jiuwan changed the subject clumsily, although this was indeed what he wanted to ask.

"He has been poisoned, and he will recover after a few more days." Last night, the flower picker held Xiao Si's face in the face, making Yan Zhuoqing still nervous, talking about Xiao Si in a bad tone.He added, "There is also a maid named Xiaoping, her poison must be focused, and it will take some time to clear up the remaining poison."

Is Xiaoping also poisoned?But Xiaoping is only on the kitchen side, and Jiang Jiuwan doesn't understand why Picking Butterfly wants to attack her.It's just that now that the flower-picking butterfly is also dead, it's even more impossible for Yan Zhuoqing to tell him the reason to make him worry, so he shook his head to indicate that he didn't know.

Jiang Jiuwan was destined not to get the answer.

Fortunately, everything is fine now, Jiang Jiuwan breathed a sigh of relief, but——

"Hero Yan, shouldn't you be having a thank-you banquet with your uncle and aunt?" 'Jiang Jiuwan was puzzled.

"Senior Jiang was drunk, and Wen Lun was in a drunken frenzy, so I ran out." Yan Zhuoqing's palm rested on the hand holding the pen, and the appropriate warmth poured into Jiang Jiuwan's heart from the touched place , spreading throughout the body with the blood, "It's just that there is another reason for coming to find the young master."

Thick ink halos out Chinese characters on the white rice paper——

Thinking of you when you are walking, and thinking of you when you are sitting.

"I miss you, little boy."

In an instant, the warmth on his body was so hot that it almost burned people.Jiang Jiuwan only felt that his whole body was steaming, almost breathless, and subconsciously wanted to stay away from the culprit that caused his discomfort, but he was imprisoned between Yan Zhuoqing and the table, and bumped into Yan Zhuoqing as soon as he moved forward. The table, including the person and the table, lost its balance and fell down.

Yan Zhuoqing quickly wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him into his arms, and even squeezed it, the hand felt quite good, but he was a little thinner, and his grip felt boneless.

The desk was overturned on the ground, and the white paper was leisurely covered by the scattered pen and ink, soaking up a piece of ink color, which was exactly the same as the bright red on Jiang Jiuwan's face at this moment when he turned his head and opened his mouth.

'My health is much better, and Daxia Yan doesn't have to worry about it. '

"Really? But how do I feel, the young master's body is getting hotter, does he have a fever?" Yan Zhuoqing hugged him even tighter as he said this, pretending to lean forward to feel the temperature on his forehead.

Jiang Jiuwan hastily stretched out his hand to block it, he deeply felt that if Yan Zhuoqing's hand covered him, he would really fall ill.

Yan Zhuoqing didn't touch his forehead, but instead grabbed his hand with extremely light strength, as if he was holding some kind of treasure, his eyes were dim and unclear.

The delicate hand was wrapped with a re-wrapped white bandage, which looked the same as before, but Yan Zhuoqing knew that there was a thick incision underneath, which was ugly and glaring.

Jiang Jiuwan felt uneasy because of his glance, and even the heat on his face dropped.

These hands were stained with blood yesterday.

Since Jiang Jiuwan woke up, the two of them tacitly never mentioned that he stabbed the flower-picking butterfly.

This was Jiang Jiuwan's first time hurting someone.

He still remembers the sound of the dagger sinking into the flesh, and whenever he saw his hands, the sound echoed in his mind over and over again.He felt that he was terrible, and he was even more afraid that Yan Zhuoqing would think that he was terrible.

"Young master." Yan Zhuoqing called out solemnly.

Jiang Jiuwan curled up his fingers involuntarily, but Yan Zhuoqing opened them one by one, and his fingers intertwined.

"I will definitely protect you in the future." Yan Zhuoqing pressed his hand to his face, cherishing it, "I won't let you do this kind of thing again."

"I'll do it." The little boy is so clean, it's not suitable for him to be stained with blood.

A heart was beating like a drum because of these words, as if it was about to burst into the chest, and then circled happily around that person, then drilled into his chest, and plunged into his heart.

'But aren't you leaving? 'Jiang Jiuwan lowered his head in a concealed manner.

After this thank-you banquet, it was time for Yan Zhuoqing to leave.He was only here to protect Jiang Jiuwan, and now that the commission is completed, he should leave.

"Yes." Yan Zhuoqing lifted his face.

Jiang Jiuwan's eyes were red, and the red at the end of the eyes became more and more brilliant, like burning peach blossoms, which made people want to pick them up for themselves.

"But before I leave, I want to take a baby with me, but I don't know if that baby will come with me."

Yan Zhuoqing's eyes are very deep, when he stares at people without smiling, it will make people feel like a wolf who chooses and eats people.But at this moment, he obviously didn't smile, his eyes were full of tenderness that would drown someone.

Jiang Jiuwan grabbed the corner of his clothes and hooked his little finger, just like this so that he would not run away.

'it is good. '