A glass of sick wine

Leng Suchou stood by the bed, looking at Yin Yanzhuo on the bed.

His face was pale and bluish, his cheeks were slightly flushed due to the high fever, and there was no slight movement of breathing on the brocade quilt.

If it wasn't for the faint breath left in his nose, he would really think it was as beautiful as a peach blossom, but quietly... a dead person.

Returning from Pinglu Mountain, after driving for a few days, Yin Yanzhuo started to develop a fever slowly. At first, it was only a low-grade fever. His body condition kept recurring, so he had to adjust it slowly with medicines. Unexpectedly, the fever became worse and worse In the past two days, the decoction has been out of use, Leng Suchou was anxious in his heart, and even more worried about the bumps of the horses and horses, so he had to find an inn to stay and recuperate for him, and then set off when he was better.

Yin Yanzhuo had fallen asleep unconsciously for the past few days, so he had to pry open his mouth and feed in the concoction bit by bit. Fortunately, he woke up this morning, and his body temperature also dropped. some.

Someone knocked on the door lightly, and Ying San's respectful voice came: "Master, I have something to report."

Leng Suchou got up, tucked the quilt up for him, and summoned his personal servant, and then went out.

In the evening, a waiter knocked on the door and came in, and gently placed a pot of hot tea on the table.

Yin Yanzhuo woke up for a while in the afternoon, barely drank a few mouthfuls of medicine, but was still lying on the bed crookedly, he pressed his brows, and coughed sleepily: "Go out, let me sleep for a while Son."

The servant boy hesitated and said, "The owner ordered..."

Yin Yanzhuo gasped and coughed lightly, his face darkened a little: "Go out."

He never likes to be around when he sleeps, and it is the same in the Nuan Pavilion of Dingzong Villa.

The servant boy got up and left.

After waiting for a while, Yin Yanzhuo slowly propped up his body, took the cane to support his body, walked to the table step by step, rested for a while with his forehead rested, and raised his hand to open the teapot when his hands were more stable. Carefully tore off a piece of oiled paper from the bottom of the cover, and took out a small square of paper.

Holding the piece of paper in his hand, he leaned on his cane and turned around to walk back, but he only took a step, but his body shook suddenly.

Suddenly, there was a dark sky spinning in front of me.

He gasped weakly, leaned his body against the edge of the table, and firmly pinched the tiger's mouth of his right hand, which was supporting the cane, with his left hand, keeping the altar clear.

There was a burst of dizziness in front of his eyes, and he was gasping for breath due to the dull pain in his heart. It was only a few steps from the table to the bed, but now he didn't even have the strength to walk back these few steps.

If he tried his best to walk back, he was afraid that he would faint in the middle of the room within two steps.

He couldn't bring himself to pass out.

Holding the edge of the table with a slightly trembling hand, he accidentally touched the teacup, which made a clang.

Yin Yanzhuo quickly put the letter in his hand into his sleeve.

The servant boy came in immediately, seeing Yin Yanzhuo standing tremblingly in the middle of the room, he knelt down in horror: "Master Yin, why are you up?"

Yin Yanzhuo leaned on the edge of the table, his eyes expressionless.

The servant boy quickly bowed and said, "Little one, help you back to bed and lie down."

The candles in the room were brightly lit, which made the room a little warmer.

Leng Suchou stepped into the door and saw the boy in Tsing Yi standing in front of the bed, and removed the pen and ink on the table one by one.

Yin Yanzhuo wore a plain white sable fur and leaned halfway on the bed, with his hands on the edge of the bed, allowing the servant boy to carefully wipe the few drops of ink between his fingers with a silk handkerchief, but he still had an idle look on his face. , his cheeks are a little thinner, but maybe because he has rested better for the past two days, the gloomy look in his clear eyes has faded a little, and finally he is no longer sick and needing help when sitting in the carriage like a few days ago. Between the swaying candle shadows, it seemed to be the graceful, infinitely beautiful sick and weak young man in the Nuan Pavilion of Dingzong Villa again.

Leng Suchou took the medicine bowl to feed him the medicine, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he said lightly: "Is your body more comfortable, and you are in a good mood?"

Yin Yanzhuo and Wen Yan glanced at him lightly, but didn't speak to him.

There was a slight smile on the corner of Leng Suchou's mouth, but his eyes were hard to distinguish between emotions and anger, but he still spoke softly: "Yan Zhuo, you are not in good health now, don't worry too much about trivial matters."

Yin Yanzhuo silently swallowed a mouthful of the brown concoction, his eyes drooping and his face indifferent.

Leng Suchou is still affectionate: "Did you hear what I said?"

Yin Yanzhuo's heart skipped a beat, and he finally raised his eyes to look at him.

Leng Suchou's usual coldness appeared on his face, and he raised his voice and said, "Bring it in."

Ying San escorted a person in from outside the door, it was the waiter from the shop, his hands were tied, his mouth was gagged, struggling in vain.

Yin Yanzhuo glanced at it, and the secret joy in his eyes instantly froze into ice. He sat up with his hands on the edge of the bed, swayed for a while, but couldn't hide his anger and said: "You!"

Leng Suchou sat by the bed and said condescendingly: "Your master is weak, you should be sympathetic as servants, you shouldn't come to trouble him at this time."

The little boy whimpered and looked at Yin Yanzhuo for help.

Yin Yanzhuo gasped and said, "Leng Suchou, let him go."

Leng Suchou said casually: "You are too disobedient, lock him into the woodshed in the backyard for three days and three nights, and reflect on yourself."

Ying San responded and escorted the people out neatly.

Yin Yanzhuo swung his palm over, weakly, and Leng Suchou accurately grasped his glazed wrist.

He glared, trembling all over, gasping for breath again and again.

He only persisted for a moment, his body softened, and he finally passed out.

Leng Suchou hugged his limp body, frowned and quickly checked his pulse, then hugged him and lay down on the bed again.

He took his hand and pressed it to his forehead.

Sitting quietly in the room for a long time.

The first thing Yin Yanzhuo said when he woke up was: "Leng Suchou, get back in the carriage and set off on the road."

Leng Suchou remained unmoved: "You are still too weak, you need to rest for a few more days."

Yin Yanzhuo said no more, reached out to take the cane, lifted the quilt to get up and get out of bed.

Leng Suchou looked at him without any movement.

Yin Yanzhuo tremblingly got off the bed, just took two steps, his body swayed, and he fell powerlessly on the ground.

Leng Suchou picked him up and helped him lie down on the bed again.

Yin Yanzhuo leaned on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes to rest for a while, then leaned on his cane again and stood up with difficulty.

Seeing that he almost fainted while standing, Leng Suchou grabbed his arm angrily: "You will be comfortable after tossing yourself half to death, right! You will be happy in your heart, right! Yin Yanzhuo, I know you are going to die in the In front of me, I would not let you be so gratifying!"

Yin Yanzhuo gasped for breath: "I, no... Lord Lao Leng bother you..."

Leng Suchou's temper was tortured to the end, and he said impatiently to the door: "Ying San! Order it down and start again!"

A group of people drove on the official road again with their cars and horses rattling.

Yin Yanzhuo half-closed his eyes and leaned on the floor, his voice was low and weak, but with an indifference of repulsiveness: "Leng Suchou, let him go."

Leng Suchou had a sarcastic face, with a chill in his eyes: "Yin Yanzhuo, if you are self-willed again, I don't mind locking him up for another ten days."

Yin Yanzhuo gritted his teeth and said, "Let him go!"

Leng Suqiu turned a deaf ear to it.

Yin Yanzhuo was so angry that he stood up and patted his chest with his palm.

Leng Suchou was caught off guard and was so shaken that he fell out of the carriage. The next moment, he rushed to the front of the carriage in shock: "Yan Zhuo—"

Yin Yanzhuo let out a low cough, and pressed the corner of his lips with the square scarf in his hand.

"Why are you so mad!" Leng Suchou was startled and angry: "You don't want to live anymore, do you!"

Leng Suchou supported him: "You really hate me so much? You want to slap me even if you hurt yourself?"

Yin Yanzhuo's face was pale, and he fell into his arms: "Ahem! You will be free when I die."

Leng Suchou said furiously: "If you dare to die, I will teach you to bury the rest of the Yin family with you!"

Yin Yanzhuo struggled and panted, "Ahem—let me go."

Leng Suchou gritted his teeth and suppressed his anger: "I let you go, not to mention how many people in the world are coveting the golden platform on your body, which is the supplements and medicinal materials you use to nourish your body. How can you afford it? No one is waiting for you." , do you think you still have the strength to walk ten steps?"

Yin Yanzhuo's weak and panting voice was as light and soft as flowing gauze, but it pierced into Leng Suchou's heart like the hardest dagger: "Even if I, Yin Yanzhuo, die, it is better than being in the cold now." The proprietor's last breath."

Leng Suchou's veins twitched, his eyes were filled with flames of rage, and he suddenly raised his palm.

Yin Yanzhuo closed his eyes.

Leng Suchou's voice was trembling with pain: "Yin Yanzhuo, hello, you're fine, you have backbone."

Before he finished speaking, he slashed open the car door, jumped out, and jumped on a horse. Leng Suchou knew that he could no longer stay in that car, facing that person, he didn't know what he would do, He had no choice but to let his horse gallop, let the biting cold wind in the mountains and fields blow through the raging anger in his heart.

Yin Yanzhuo heard the sound of horseshoes going far away, his heart was shocked, and he fell powerlessly on the collapsed ground and passed out.