After passing through the book, Master must work hard to achieve the ending of be

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Knowing that Song Huaiqing was furious at this time, Ling Lingling was very discerning and went offline. No matter how much he shouted, he would not come out.

Song Huaiqing: "..."

It’s really that Wuyu’s mother opened the door for Wuyu, and Wuyu is home.

Xiao Fangchi saw his master suddenly stunned, tilted his head, and at the same time waved his hand in front of him: "Master?"

Only then did Song Huaiqing come back to his senses. He sighed deeply and rubbed his brows.

Only then did Xiao Fangchi see the red color in his palm, and he became anxious: "Master! Why are you vomiting blood?!"

Hearing this, Song Huaiqing reacted, spread his hands, and took a flat look.

He was so sad just now that he vomited blood out of anger, and because there were too many thoughts in his mind, he would have forgotten it if Xiao Fangchi hadn't mentioned it.

"……fine."

Song Huaiqing was about to wipe the blood stains on his palms on his snow-white inner clothes without any care. Xiao Fangchi quickly stopped, took out a handkerchief, and wiped it carefully for him.

"It won't be good if Master's clothes are dirty. Disciple, please come and wipe Master's clothes."

Xiao Fangchi's voice was extremely gentle.

To be precise, when facing Song Huaiqing, he had always been gentle, obedient and restrained.

Occasionally, he would act arrogant and want to be beaten to anger Song Huaiqing. Only when Song Huaiqing was extremely angry would he uncontrollably show a little surly emotion.

Song Huaiqing's eyes fell on Xiao Fangchi, watching him carefully and slowly wiping off the blood on his hands bit by bit.

It was obviously a very common action, but Song Huaiqing couldn't move his eyes away now.

moment.

Xiao Fangchi wiped Song Huaiqing's hands clean, and also used a dust removal technique to clean away the stains and dust on his body.

It was obvious that the handkerchief was stained with blood and was just thrown away, but Xiao Fangchi put it into his storage bag with great care. Song Huaiqing couldn't help but wonder if he had seen it wrong.

Xiao Fangchi put the handkerchief away, looked at the master again, and asked cautiously: "Master, if you have any questions, please get up from the ground first. It's cold on the ground, and you haven't recovered from the cold yet."

According to his observation, Master's current mood is much better.

Song Huaiqing looked at each other and gave an order in a sleepy voice: "Take me back to bed."

"what?"

Song Huaiqing narrowed his eyes: "...you don't want to?"

"No, no! Disciple is willing!" Xiao Fangchi shook his head and nodded, "That disciple is offended."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and hugged Song Huaiqing horizontally, holding him firmly.

Only then did Song Huaiqing realize that the thin boy five years ago had grown into a relatively strong young man with broad shoulders and strong arms that could easily pick him up.

After putting Master on the bed, Xiao Fangchi immediately wrapped him tightly in quilt, like a silkworm chrysalis.

"Iris, go and make a bowl of ginger soup right now."

Iris outside the door responded yes.

Then Xiao Fangchi asked him again: "Master, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else? Why are you vomiting blood? Are you still cold?"

As he said that, he reached out to touch his forehead again.

The fever has gone down quite a bit.

Seeing Xiao Fangchi's nervous look, Song Huaiqing was a little stunned and suddenly smiled.

Well, this really made him feel extremely ironic.

Song Huaiqing didn't reply to him. He lowered his eyes and stared at the embroidered patterns on the quilt. Xiao Fangchi didn't pay attention and sat on the low stool beside the bed to watch over him.

Iris brought the ginger soup to the table soon, and before she could get closer, Song Huaiqing could smell the spicy smell.

He hates the smell.

So when Xiao Fangchi brought it over and wanted him to drink it, he refused without hesitation.

"I don't drink."

Xiao Fangchi was at a loss: "Master, drink something to warm yourself up. You have been sitting on the ground for so long. Be careful that the wind and cold will get worse again."

Seeing this, Iris also spoke: "My lord, this ginger soup is not bitter. I added sugar to it and it is sweet."

Nonsense, could he not know that ginger soup is sweet? What he hates is just the taste of ginger.

Song Huaiqing turned over and turned his face inside, silently refusing.

"Master——" Xiao Fangchi drawled out, "You can have a few sips, just drink a little, okay, Master——"

Song Huaiqing was annoyed. What he wanted now was to be alone and sort out the things in his mind, but Xiao Fangchi showed that he would not give up until he drank.

As a result, his temper got worse, and he shrank back into the wall: "I told you not to drink, are you bothered?!"

"Okay, okay, Master, don't drink if you don't want to drink." Xiao Fangchi saw that Master was losing his temper, so he had no choice but to give up.

He handed the bowl back to Iris, and then said: "Master, take a good rest, and the disciple will watch over you."

When facing Song Huaiqing, Xiao Fangchi always had no bottom line and basically did whatever the master said.

The Lord was really eaten to death by the Immortal Lord.

Iris shook her head helplessly, quietly standing aside and acting as a transparent person dutifully.

Song Huaiqing was exhausted mentally and physically, and fell asleep after a while.

Xiao Fangchi, who was guarding the bedside, saw that the master was asleep and called a few words to confirm that he was fast asleep. Then he slowly stretched out his hand, took out the master's hand and felt for the pulse.

My mind was in turmoil, I was stimulated, it was still quite a stimulation.

Xiao Fangchi narrowed his eyes.

Master is alone in the dormitory. Why is he so irritated? Is it because of the nightmares caused by fever?

After thinking about it, Xiao Fangchi used Fengyue's snow-wiping technique again to transfer the spiritual power.

……

"Lord, be careful."

Xiao Fangchi had a little too much spiritual power this time and staggered when he stood up.

Iris on the side quickly stepped forward to lend a hand.

"Lord, how can you transfer so much spiritual power at once? It's too risky."

"No problem." Xiao Fangchi waved his hand, turned his head and lowered his gaze to the ground, and ordered, "Go get the fox skins from the warehouse and cover the entire master's dormitory without leaving any traces of fur."

The weather is getting colder and colder. Master is in poor health now, so he must do a good job of keeping warm.

After thinking about it, he added: "Also, place heaters in every corner of the dormitory to ensure that Master will not get cold again. Do you understand?"

"I know, my subordinate will take care of it right away."

*

When Song Huaiqing woke up again, Xiao Fangchi was gone, and Iris was guarding the bedside.

"Where is Xiao Fangchi?"

"My Lord has something urgent to deal with. He will be back in a moment."

Song Huaiqing stared at Iris for a while, then stood up and sat up.

Upon seeing this, Iris quickly came forward and put a soft pillow behind him so that he could lean on it.

Iris was very close to him now. Song Huaiqing looked at her drooping eyes and wanted to take off the mask on her face.

He thought so and did it.

Iris was putting a big cloak on him, and she was not prepared at all. Song Huaiqing suddenly reached out and plucked it, but it didn't come off.

Iris immediately took a few steps back, her eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

"...Immortal Lord, what are you going to do?"

Song Huaiqing didn't feel embarrassed at all about being caught for doing bad things. He said frankly: "I want to see your face."

Iris choked and lied: "My face is nothing good-looking. Except for accidents when I was young, if my face was ruined, it would scare the immortal."

"I know you and you know me, right?"

Song Huaiqing said firmly.