Can Haruki rely on it?

When Wuqing entered, Jiang Muyuan was lying on the ground unconscious, and the room smelled of blood.Wuqing squatted down and hugged Jiang Muyuan horizontally, this action may have affected Jiang Muyuan's injury, even if she was unconscious, she frowned slightly, Wuqing's heart also twitched violently, looking at the eyes of the person in her arms more gentle.Turning around, he said to Uncle Zheng who was following him, "Take me to your young master's house, please."

Zheng Bo has been the housekeeper of Jiang's family for more than 50 years, and he knows how to read words and deeds best.When I first met Wuqing, I felt that the way he looked at the young master was different from that of ordinary friends, and now the nervous expression is more obvious.Unsure of what to do, he nodded and went around to lead the way.

Jiang Muyuan's house is in another garden, as he said, as far as the eye can see, the garden is full of willow trees.Wuqing glanced roughly, but couldn't see any other trees.Although it is approaching early winter, the place is indeed full of greenery.

The willows in the garden can't be closed, it is suspected that the beautiful woman is always there!

Zheng Bo stopped before he saw the house, turned his head and saw Wuqing looking at the willow trees in the yard, and said: "Young master, I don't know, my young master has loved willow trees since he was a child, so the yard is full of willow trees, what else is he doing besides this?" I don't like it either." He opened the door while speaking, "Although the son has not come back for more than ten years, his house is still as usual, and there will be servants to clean it every day, so you can rest assured."

Wuqing carried Jiang Muyuan into the room, put him face down on the bed, put a pillow under his chin, pulled the quilt and covered him lightly.The movement was as soft as a feather, Zheng Bo looked blankly, if he would definitely touch the young master's injury, but at this moment the young master didn't even frown.

Wuqing got up and went to the table to look at it for a long time, and finally raised her head, "Please Zheng Bo bring me some pens and ink."

Wuqing wrote a prescription and asked Uncle Zheng to buy the medicine. After he left, he carefully took off Jiang Muyuan's clothes. She reluctantly took off her clothes, looking at the horrible scene in front of her, Wuqing gasped, even a thousand-year-old tree demon herself might not be able to bear such pain.

Jiang Muyuan, what kind of person are you?

Wuqing healed Jiang Muyuan's internal injuries, his health has been very bad these past few years, how could he bear such pain?But he didn't treat his trauma, he knew he definitely didn't want him to do it.

When Jiang Muyuan woke up the next day, he felt uncomfortable under the pressure of his jaw. He wanted to turn over but the wound was affected. The painful cold sweat flowed out. , quickly went to hold him down, "Don't move, it will hurt."

Jiang Muyuan pouted aggrievedly, "But I'm uncomfortable."

"Then I'll hold you." Wuqing gently pulled Jiang Muyuan up, and lay herself on the bed, letting Jiang Muyuan lie on her chest.

Sure enough, it felt much more comfortable, "But won't you be sleepy?" Jiang Muyuan closed his eyes and listened to Wuqing's heartbeat.

"Yes, so you have to be good."

"My lord, the medicine is ready..." Uncle Zheng saw this ambiguous picture when he saw it, and his old face blushed immediately, "Cough—the medicine is here, so I'll go out first. "

Zheng Bo left the house and closed the door very considerately.

"Aren't you afraid they will know?" Wuqing asked.

Jiang Muyuan raised his head and smiled slightly, "With you, I have nothing to be afraid of."

In fact, Jiang’s father regretted beating his son that day. It was the first time that he hit his son so hard. But as a father, his son hasn’t returned home for more than ten years. Even he himself thought he would never come back, but he did. , such an unfilial son, what can I do if I beat him up?Even so, Jiang's father still couldn't bear it. Beating his son like that hurt his own heart.It's been a few days, and I don't know what's going on with my son, so why don't you stop by and have a look?just by the way...

When Zheng Bo came out of Jiang Muyuan's room, he saw him pacing in front of the door, "Master, are you here to see the young master? Why don't you go in?"

I didn't expect to be discovered, so I had to bite the bullet and ask, "How is he?"

"It's much better. I'm going to decoct the medicine now. The young master fell asleep just now. Go in and have a look." Uncle Zheng walked away with a few packs of medicine.

When Father Jiang was considering whether to go in, he suddenly heard a muffled groan, and felt nervous, thinking that something happened to Jiang Muyuan, he rushed in without saying a word.What he saw after entering made Father Jiang stay where he was: his son was lying on top of a person, and Father Jiang had the impression that he was a friend brought back by Jiang Muyuan.This is not the point, the end point is that the postures of the two people are really...the faces of the two people are only a few centimeters away, the man below is still holding his son's waist, and his son's hand is holding the man's. The neck, no matter how you look at it, is abnormal, and the two people on the bed are looking at him with wide eyes at this moment.Father Jiang's face turned red and then turned pale, turned pale and turned green, and finally held back his anger, and said with a pale face, "Come and find me when you're healed, you two come together!"

The door closed with a "bang", Jiang Muyuan looked at Wuqing, "Did my father see something just now?"

"......Seems to be."

"Then... what to do?"

"We face it together."

In fact, Jiang Muyuan was to be blamed for this matter, because of the injury, his thirsty heart could not be nourished, so he could only seek some superficial stimulation.Fortunately, what Jiang's father saw when he entered the door was not the picture of two people kissing, although the picture he saw was not much better.

Under the careful care of Wuqing and Zheng Bo, Jiang Muyuan's injury gradually healed.After breakfast on the third day, Jiang Muyuan and Wuqing went to find Father Jiang.Jiang Muyuan knew what kind of character his father had, but he was never afraid. Since Mrs. Jiang passed away, he had nothing to fear.Speaking of the mother's death, the father is not completely irresponsible.Because of this, Jiang Muyuan has been unable to let go, and this time he came back, he was just doing his filial piety.

Father Jiang sat on a chair with a serious face.Jiang Muyuan pulled Wuqing to stand up, respectfully said: "Father."

Father Jiang took a sip of tea, "Do you have anything to say?"

Jiang Muyuan said lightly: "I have nothing to say."

Jiang's father's face was ashen, and he looked at Wuqing, as if he was a little bit embarrassed, "Tell me, what happened to the two men?"

Wuqing respectfully said: "As you can see, he and I really love each other."

Father Jiang sneered, "Oh, really love each other? Two men?"

"If my father feels ashamed, he can drive me out of the house, as if he never had this son."

Jiang's father was spurted by his son's anger, and said angrily: "Nizi, do you ever talk to me like this?"

"Father, you don't have to be angry. I don't think I'm so rebellious. I just fell in love with a man. It's because you can't accept it, so you think it's my fault."

Father Jiang's hand holding Zhuoyan trembled slightly, "Shameless, why did our Jiang family produce such a shameless thing like you." He picked up a teacup and threw it at Jiang Muyuan, seeing that the hot water was about to splash on Jiang Muyuan Wuqing, who had been silent all this time, pulled Jiang Muyuan behind her to protect her, and a cup of scalding hot water was splashed on Wuqing's arm, and the wet clothes were steaming.

Seeing the situation, Jiang Mu quickly pulled Wuqing's arm to check, and when he pulled up the sleeve, it turned red a lot, and blew on the wound distressedly, "Why do you want to help me block it, does it hurt?"

Wuqing patted the top of his head with the other hand, "Don't worry, this little injury is nothing to me, it will be fine in a while."

Jiang's father slumped on the chair and looked at the two of them, his mouth twisted in anger, "Get out of here, and don't let me see you again."

Wuqing glanced at him indifferently, took Jiang Muyuan's hand, and interlocked his fingers, "As you wish, but I would like to kindly remind you, please pay more attention to your son." After finishing speaking, he left without looking back .

Jiang's father was stunned for a long time. How could his son become like this? It must be instigated by that person. He must find a way to make his son return to normal.He also thought of the Taoist priest who came here a few years ago. He must have a way. Seeing how powerful his mana is, he must have a way. Yes, ask him for help.

It is said that since that day, Jiang Muyuan's old problem has recurred, his face is getting paler and his body is getting worse day by day.It's just that the smile on the corner of his mouth was still so warm, and he gently held Wuqing's hand: "Do you think I'm going to die soon? I always have a bad feeling these days."

Wuqing straightened the hair on his forehead, her eyes were gentle but sad, "It's okay, I'm here."

"Well, thank you." Jiang Muyuan knew that he probably didn't have much time left, but he was already very satisfied with this. The person in front of him was the greatest favor God gave him, and there should be an end to his extravagant wishes Bar!

The evening sun spread lazily on the ground, like a dense and warm carpet, Jiang Mu looked far away at Wuqing who was sitting at the table reading a book, they had spent countless evenings like this.But today, he couldn't get enough of it. Bathed in the sun, Wuqing's whole body seemed to be plated with gold, and in Jiang Muyuan's eyes, the golden light was shining.

Feeling the scorching gaze, Wuqing put down the book, turned her head and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Muyuan looked at him bewilderedly, "That's great."

That's great, every time I close my eyes, I see you, and every time I wake up, I see you too.

That's great, in my eyes and in my heart, it's all about you.

"Wuqing, Wuqing..." The murmured crying awakened Wuqing who was in a light sleep, and he hurriedly held his hand, "I'm here, Mumu, I'm here."

The man calmed down, a crystal teardrop slipped from his eyes, Wuqing bent down, and asked gently to wipe away his tears, "I'm here, don't cry."

It was already noon the next day when Jiang Muyuan woke up, and Wuqing was still reading, so quiet and beautiful, that Jiang Muyuan couldn't bear to disturb her.

"Wuqing, I'm having a nightmare." Jiang Muyuan interrupted anyway, but if he didn't interrupt, there would be no more chances.

Wuqing got up, came over and sat on the edge of the bed and gently stroked his cheek, "What did you dream about?"

Jiang Muyuan didn't answer, but said: "Wuqing, why do you call Wuqing?"

Wuqing naturally knew what he was talking about, "Because demons are ruthless."

"But you are not."

"So, I am your Wuqing."

"My... Wuqing." Jiang Muyuan smiled, which was more dazzling than the sunlight outside the house.