[Chen Qingling] Meng Yao is a girl

It was half an hour after Xue Yang made the medicine and came back again, and then he found out what posture Master was in when he left, and what posture he was still in when he came back.Holding a handkerchief, he stared closely at A Yao as if he was about to fight.

"Thank you, Chengmei." Lan Xichen subconsciously said politely when he heard the footsteps.

Xue Yang replied indifferently, "Master, Ayao is my relative, and it is my duty to take care of her." So at this time, shouldn't you let someone come up to take care of Ayao? !

Lan Xichen paused for a moment, as if he couldn't understand the meaning behind his words, he just said "Mmm" in a mild manner, then lowered his body and called out softly, "Ayao! Ayao!"

Xue Yang's entire face was going dark, and he could only stand obediently by the bedside with a medicine bowl because of the damned master-student relationship.

In fact, Lan Xichen was also worried about what to do if Meng Yao didn't wake up, so he picked her up and let her feed her medicine in his arms... Cough, no!How could Meng Lang be like this!But if Ayao doesn't wake up, how can he feed the medicine?

If Xue Yang knew what good things were going on in the heart of the stern-faced master, or if Lan Xichen actually did this, I'm afraid he would really immediately bring down (xiang) catastrophe and bring down (jiang) disaster, and directly stab the righteous master !

Fortunately, Meng Yao wasn't completely unconscious, or after a short rest, her body turned around a bit, and when she heard Lan Xichen's familiar voice, she slowly opened her eyes and struggled.

"Second, second brother? Hiss..." Meng Yao, who had a severe headache and was exhausted, immediately fell back.

"Ayao!!" "Ayao!!"

Two worried male voices merged together.

"What's wrong with me? I remember I was with... A Yang and..." Meng Yao still struggled to get up.

Xue Yang wished he could throw away the medicine bowl to help her. Of course, this was impossible, so the only one who helped Meng Yao up was Lan Xichen.

Lan Xichen carefully lifted her up, but no matter how careful he was, Meng Yao, who was exhausted all over, couldn't help leaning against half of his body.

Lan Xichen froze immediately, he stiffened his body and didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to move her away (won't it be that there is no silver 300 taels here), so he could only put on a handsome face as gentle as jade, holding his Zewu Jun's hand. Yazheng, pretending to take everything for granted while being selfless, explained softly for Meng Yao, "Ayao, you had a fever and passed out suddenly."

"Fever? Am I sick?" Meng Yao thought dazedly. She had been ill a few times when she was unable to move and had no cultivation base. When she grew up, it was impossible for her to get sick with cultivation base and medical skills. At this time, Lan When Xichen said she had a fever, she couldn't believe it.

Strenuously reaching out his hand to check the temperature on his forehead, sure enough, it was hot.

Meng Yao smiled helplessly, "Sure enough, as the saying goes, 'doctors don't heal themselves', I didn't realize it at all."

Lan Xichen quickly stuffed her hands back under the quilt, apologizing, "I should apologize to you, if you hadn't tried your best to protect me along the way, you wouldn't have been tired and sick."

"Tired and sick? How is that possible? What the hell, what did the doctor say? My fever must be because I... um, I'm not in good health. It's none of your business to catch a cold." Tired and sick, of course Meng Yao I won't admit it, she is not a delicate woman, how could she be tired and sick, how embarrassing, impossible, impossible.

"Poor health? Hehehe... What's wrong with being able to wear summer clothes and practice swords and pianos in the snow in winter?! Also, I have your pulse. You are grateful for the medical skills you taught me Are you dissatisfied?" Xue Yang really couldn't bear her talking nonsense in order to defend Lan Xichen, so it was rare that he didn't follow her.

"A Yang!" Meng Yao glared at him, this child, why did she still expose her background!Meng Yao quickly raised her head to look at Lan Xichen again, the two of them were very close, seeing his moist eyes full of apology and worry, Meng Yao wanted to explain to him not to worry, wait, what did A Yang just say, It seems that he felt the pulse for himself...

Recalling what she had basically confessed before she fainted, Meng Yao didn't have time to comfort Lan Xichen, so she immediately sat up straight, turned her head and asked Xue Yang anxiously, "Ah Yang, you, you know all about it?"

"If you said that you are a woman, yes, I already know about it." Seeing the two people who were sticking together separated, Xue Yang's expression changed instantly.

Meng Yao carefully observed his expression, well, I really couldn't tell if he was angry or not.

Forget it, it's better for her to apologize first, Meng Yao leaned towards Xue Yang, and moved a little further away from Lan Xichen, "A Yang, don't be angry, I'm really not..."

"I'm not angry." Xue Yang said in his heart, he knew she didn't lie to him on purpose, he was blind to men and women, so there was no reason to be angry, if he wanted to be angry, it was because someone knew it before him - Lan Xichen knew all about it Nie Mingjue, who was sworn to her, naturally knew about it, as well as Nie Huaisang, no wonder he was so arrogant today, always flirting with A Yao... Oh, yes, they forgot about that kid in Xiaohe... He deserved it!

Thinking of this, Xue Yang sat on the side of the bed, reached out to hold her hand, and passed the bowl forward, "Hurry up and drink the anti-fever medicine, and continue to rest for another night. You are in good health, and you should be fine tomorrow. "

Meng Yao blinked her eyes, and carefully observed his expression, um... still can't see why this kid becomes better at disguising as he gets older!

Seeing that he started laughing again, Meng Yao hurriedly raised her hand to take the medicine, but the white and slender fingers next to her took the medicine bowl from Xue Yang's hand first.

Xue Yang: "..."

"Second brother?" Meng Yao looked at Lan Xichen suspiciously.

Lan Xichen looked worried, "Ayao, your hands are unsteady, you probably don't have much strength, let me help you hold the bowl."

Meng Yao knew that he must have seen her wrist trembling when she raised her hand just now, and thought that the second brother was really careful, so she was a little embarrassed, "Please trouble the second brother."

"No trouble, Ayao was the one who fed me the medicine a few days ago, but now I can do it with little effort." Lan Xichen smiled, and handed the bowl to her mouth, as naturally as reading and writing.

It was precisely because she fed him medicine several times before, Meng Yao naturally didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the appearance of the two of them at this time, so she just took his hand and gulped down the medicine.

Lan Xichen seemed to seldom take care of others on weekdays, and his movements were a little rusty, so Meng Yao subconsciously raised her hand and put it on his wrist through his sleeve, letting him deliver the medicine with her gentle strength.

Lan Xichen still had a smile on his face, just like any good brother who took care of his younger sister, and Meng Yao, with her long hair loose, was naturally that weak and lovable little sister.

Xue Yang looked at this harmonious scene, and finally his eyes fell on Lan Xichen's already frozen smile, and his smiling eyes narrowed.

Xue Yang, male, 14 years old.In the years before meeting Meng Yao, apart from sneaking around, what she was good at was observing people's hearts.