Kneel down

After drinking ginger soup and dinner, Xiao Xingchen pushed Xue Yang into bed early, and A-Qing sat by the fire and waited for Xiao Xingchen to bring him the sweet potatoes buried in the ashes before eating.The cold poison entered the body, no matter how much Xue Yang forced out, there would still be residual poison in the body.Originally, Xiao Xingchen warmed the bed with a hand stove in advance, but no matter how much Xue Yang slept, his hands and feet were still cold. He turned over and stared at Xiao Xingchen's back in a daze.

"Can't sleep?" When Xue Yang came back to his senses, Xiao Xingchen was already sitting by the bed with a peeled sweet potato, and stretched out his other hand to touch Xue Yang's forehead.

With a dry and warm hand stuck to his cold forehead, Xue Yang squinted his eyes in a happy mood.

"It's much better. If it's worse, I can only use my internal strength to help you force out the cold poison."

"Don't sleep, sit for a while." Xue Yang sat up, took the sweet potato from Xiao Xingchen, and said while eating, "Are you going out tomorrow? I'll go with you."

Xiao Xingchen smiled and shook his head, "No way, your current body can't withstand the heavy snow. I'll go to the doctor's place to get you some medicine tomorrow, and A-Qing and I will be fine. .take a good rest."

Holding a steaming sweet potato in her hand, A-Qing rushed over, "Look at how good I am, I'll find medicine for you in heavy snow tomorrow."

"Who asked you to look for it? You are just a little follower!"

"I went there to represent that I found medicine for you! You still don't want to thank Han and thank me!"

"Who said that if you go, you will find me medicine!"

"I said!"

"What are you talking about!"

"Taoist! Look at him!"

"Okay, okay, you two can argue about anything."

"Damn girl! If you can't quarrel, call the Taoist leader!"

"Liu Wei Wei, you can call me if you have the ability!"

A-Qing originally wanted to wait for Xiao Xingchen to cook some more sweet potatoes for her, but unfortunately, she was tired from fighting with Xue Yang, and in the end she couldn't hold on to sleep before the sweet potatoes were cooked.

Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen were left chatting casually, as the night gradually darkened, the noise of the wind and snow outside became much quieter.

"Is the Taoist priest not sleeping?"

Sitting by the stove, Xiao Xingchen turned the fire and added some firewood to it from time to time.

"No, you have cold poison in your body, the fire will not be turned off tonight, I have to watch."

"Then why don't you sleep with me, Daoist Priest? How can this fire compare to human body temperature?" Xue Yang was a little nervous when he said this, but Xiao Xingchen didn't notice anything. After thinking for a while, he felt that Xue Yang's words were reasonable. He hugged his own quilt and slept next to Xue Yang.

"Is it still cold?" Xiao Xingchen heard that Xue Yang's breathing was a little unsteady, and asked worriedly, "Do you want me to lean closer."

Hearing Xiao Xingchen say this, Xue Yang's breathing became more and more disordered, trying to suppress his inner emotions, he pretended to be calm and said, "Well, it's still a bit cold, the Taoist priest should come closer."

As Xiao Xingchen leaned closer, the two of them almost touched shoulder to shoulder.

"Is it still cold?"

Except for a little light from the fire in the center of the room, it was dark all around.Xue Yang turned his head to try to identify Xiao Xingchen's side face, and couldn't help breathing lightly.

"It's not cold anymore, it's warm."

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It was late at night, and the cold wind outside the window not only didn't stop, but became more and more rampant in the thick night.Xue Yang turned over and sat up on the bed, took out a talisman from his arms, and the talisman paper floated unsteadily into the stove in the center of the room, where it burst into flames.The small room was illuminated by the flames jumping from the stove, and by the window stood a little fox carved out of ice, which was a little reddened by the light of the fire.

The room finally warmed up, but the little fox by the window gradually melted, and the melted water dripped along the wall to the ground.

"It's melted, and tomorrow I'll get one that won't melt away."

Xue Yang lay back and turned his head to look at a small spirit lock sac on the pillow next to him.

"Daozhang...the winter in Yicheng...is so cold."