A glass of sick wine

Yin Yanzhuo woke up leisurely at dusk.

The servant boy has been watching in front of him all the time, seeing the eyelashes of the person on the brocade trembling slightly, the hand in the mink fur moved slightly, and immediately bent forward, calling softly: "Master Yin, are you awake?"

The person on the brocade opened his eyes and took a look, but did not speak.

The servant boy carefully helped him up, and someone offered him a bowl of steaming concoction: "Master Yin..."

Yin Yanzhuo glanced at it, then closed his eyes wearily.

These servant boys were respectful to him and served him carefully, almost to the point where he was extremely careful even when he took a breath, but in the end they were just Leng Suchou's spy on him.

It's just that he usually relies on these boys for his daily activities in the Nuan Pavilion. If it weren't for them, his body would have died countless times already.

The servant boy didn't dare to persuade him, so he had to put away the medicine bowl and knelt quietly before the collapse.

Yin Yan took a weak breath from his throat: "Go out."

The servant boy bowed and retreated, and he fell asleep again.

Leng Suqiu galloped on the fast horse for a while, and then finished his business at the Jingzhou post station. This place is close to the capital, and the affairs accumulated in the various post stations of Dingzong Villa have spread to these places, and he has more and more affairs to deal with. , waited until a hasty dinner, and finally caught up with the carriage after dark.

When he came in, he saw that the person lying on the bed was in a deep sleep, and his face was a little pale.

The servant boy came forward to report: "Villa Master, Lord Yin can't take the medicine..."

Leng Suchou's face has returned to calm: "Well, is it because he can't eat it, or is he unwilling to eat?"

The servant boy dared not answer.

A cruel smile appeared on Leng Suchou's face: "Come here, order someone to tie up the little boy from Baizhi Town and drag him on the snow. Whenever Lord Yin feels better, he will get up."

Leng Suchou turned around and walked out again.

The shaft of the car is driving on the hard bluestone slab, this is the suburb of Beijing.

Yin Yan had doubts between his brows, and listened carefully, then raised his hand slightly, covered the corner of his lips with a perilla towel on his wrist, and coughed lightly.

This cough, but it couldn't stop.

The servant boy knelt in front of the brocade, gently relieving him, he frowned and tried to hold back his panting, a faint bloody smell appeared from the corners of his lips.

Seeing the pain on his face, but still enduring it without saying a word, the servant boy called out: "Master Yin..."

Leng Suchou lifted the curtain and came in, holding him in his arms.

The person in his arms exudes a warm medicinal fragrance amidst the coldness, his skin is smooth and delicate, but he has lost a lot of weight.

The scorching heat from Leng Suchou's chest permeated his skin, and Yin Yanzhuo felt his strong and warm limbs encircling him in his arms, and a long-lost sense of comfort came from his cold body for a long time.

When his cough calmed down a bit, Leng Suchou took the medicine from the servant boy, took a sip, and handed it to his mouth.

Yin Yanzhuo lowered his eyes and swallowed quietly.

Leng Suchou sneered, his voice a little doting: "It's only cute when you don't lose your temper."

Yin Yanzhuo shook his hand when he heard the words, and waved towards the medicine bowl.

Leng Suchou had been prepared for a long time, raised his hand, Yin Yanzhuo was in vain, but he was so tired that he supported Jinta to breathe.

Taking another spoonful, Yin Yanzhuo closed his mouth tightly.

Leng Suchou put the spoon into his mouth with his backhand, took the medicine juice in his mouth, pressed it against the corner of his mouth, rolled his hot tongue gently, and skillfully fed the medicine juice into his mouth.

He hugged the patient and softened his voice: "I know you are angry with me, so don't make it difficult for your body."

When Yin Yanjuo drank less than half of the bowl of medicine, Leng Suchou watched him and fell asleep again.

Leng Suchou touched his pulse, he had been ill for too long, he had been lingering for many years with overbearing toxicity, his body was weak and weak, his original martial arts had long been neglected, and the palm could not use much strength, it was just a blow, he replaced him He adjusted his breath with true energy for a week, but he couldn't feel it anymore.

Leng Suchou was slightly relieved.

After Yin Yanzhuo was forced to give in by him again, Leng Suchou pushed back all the affairs, and just hugged that warm jade and fragrant body on the brocade bed every day.

After two days like this, all the carriages and horses marched into the boundary of Dingzong Villa.

Leng Suchou ordered the shadow guard: "Release that man, send him back to the inn, and find a doctor."

Yin Yanzhuo turned around coldly.

Leng Suchou hugged him, silent for a long time, and finally spoke, with a little fear in his voice, "Yan Zhuo, even though we've been like this for so many years, you still want to leave?"

Yin Yanzhuo closed his eyes and replied indifferently: "You said that as long as I can leave, you will not keep me."

The little hope in Leng Suchou's eyes finally dissipated slowly.

The two were silent with each other's thoughts.

The shadows of the trees swayed, the twilight was heavy, and the gate of the villa was already visible in the distance.

At this time Yingsan rode forward, stood at the window of the carriage and said, "To the owner, Mr. Sun of the main residence of the Yin family, asked to see Mr. Yin."

Leng Suchou raised his hand and twirled a string of jasper beads in front of the window, his voice was a little chilly: "Send him back, pass my order that no one from the Yin family's mansion is allowed to appear in my Dingzong Villa for a month."

Yin Yanzhuo looked at him motionless and gave orders.

There was a layer of broken ice in his eyes.

The carriage in front stopped in the courtyard in front of the gate with a hiss, and the servants from the mansion came forward to meet them. After the carriage passed by the two behind them, they began to unload a load of belongings.

The latter carriage drove straight into the gate of the villa, passed through the front yard along the stone road next to the training ground, and stopped in front of the veranda in the back yard.

There are many courtyards ahead, but the carriage can no longer drive in.

The coachman stopped steadily.

Xun Fu, who had already been waiting at the side, stepped forward and said respectfully: "Villa Master, Lord Yin, we have arrived."

Leng Suchou opened the car door and jumped out, lifting the cotton curtain behind the car.

The servant boy put on the sable fur cape for him on the brocade table, Yin Yanzhuo supported the carriage with one hand, and stood up slowly with the other hand while supporting the cane.

Leng Suchou stretched out his hand to Yin Yanzhuo.

Yin Yanzhuo didn't seem to see him, and walked a few steps with difficulty with his half-bowed body. His decrepit body had already exhausted the last bit of energy in his body after going through such a turmoil. He is weak even when he is sitting, and he relies on the servants to support and serve him carefully every day, let alone have the strength to walk. Right now, he is only walking a few steps in the carriage, and he already feels dizzy.

He gasped for breath.

Leng Suchou frowned and held his arm, his tone softened a bit: "Don't be brave."

Yin Yanzhuo was panting, breathless and angrily said: "Go away!"

Leng Su Qiuchou frowned, and withdrew his hand.

Yin Yanzhuo, who was holding on to the car door, put all his strength into his feet, and stepped down with one hand supporting the car door.

He swayed.

Holding on to the cane, he tried his best to stand still, and gasped for breath again.

He used all the strength in his body to support himself, but he couldn't take a step anymore.

The snow on the ground had been swept away, but it was still chilly to the bone.

Leng Suchou stood aside, staring at him motionlessly with his arms folded.

No one dared to step forward to help him.

A servant had already got it and ordered the chariot to be prepared and put it behind the carriage, but no one dared to move it.

Yin Yanzhuo endured the blackening of the sky in front of him, and tried his best to lift his feet and step over the chariot. His trembling left hand supported the handrail, and his right hand dragged his body forward with a cane. Leaning on the walking chariot, he fell on it exhausted.

A gust of cold wind hits your face, the cold air is like needles in your lungs, but you almost don't even have the strength to breathe, Leng Suchou finally moved his feet, his voice was distressed, but it was as low as a whisper: "Yan Jue, your body is yours!" My own, you don't cherish yourself, what do you teach me?"

Yin Yanzhuo's face moved, and his face turned even paler.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the armrest of the walking chariot tightly, then covered his mouth and coughed violently.

Leng Suchou gritted his teeth, watching him coughing so hard that his whole body was so weak that he collapsed on the walking chariot, the perilla towel on his wrist tightly covered his lips.

Wisps of brilliant red permeated the air.

Leng Suchou finally couldn't help but yelled angrily at the servant standing aside: "Hurry up and send Master Yin back to the Nuan Pavilion!"

He endured his anger and forced himself to stay still, watching a group of servants hastily lifted up the carriage and trotted all the way to the house.

The path in the courtyard was uneven, the servants ran in a hurry, the man on the chariot was weak and couldn't sit still, and the cough became a little more hurried.

His heart clenched tightly, a sharp knife was cutting thinly, and his whole body trembled in pain.

The servants carried him into the square hall.

Yin Yanzhuo sat on the walking chariot and fell to the ground suddenly. Just now, the bloody air in his chest and lungs surged out. He frowned in pain, forced himself to sit up, and put his hands on Xun Xun's body. Fu's hand, let the servant boy in Tsing Yi bow to him to help him up, a boy held his arm, and two people carefully helped him out of the walking chariot.

He was gasping for breath.

Gritting his teeth, he tried his best to walk a few steps, his heart beat fast and lightly, he had no intention of loving life, and at this moment he was so tired that he didn't want to make any more struggles. Before his eyes, a large piece of familiar black mist swept over him, and he finally Powerless, he let his body fall limply.

Xun Fu also changed his face: "Come here! Go and invite Doctor Fang! Lord Yin passed out!"

Leng Suchou was gritting his teeth and going out, when he suddenly heard Xun Fu's exclamation from the room, he didn't have time to think about it, he had already performed his lightness kung fu and rushed into the Nuan Pavilion in an instant.

Yin Yanzhuo's face was deathly pale, his eyes were wide open and he was still struggling to breathe, and he was silent.

Xun Fu supported him, his voice changed in shock: "Master Yin!"

Leng Suchou hugged him and touched his chest with his hand.

Heartbeat has stopped.

Leng Suchou was covered in blood, and his whole body froze for an instant, as if his own heartbeat had also stopped.

At this time, a rough hand stretched out decisively, pushed Leng Suchou away, supported the sick bone in Leng Suchou's arms with one hand, and placed him on the brocade couch.

How could Fang reach out his hand quickly, and patted his chest with a palm.

Yin Yanzhuo's body shook, but he remained silent.

He increased his strength by [-]%, and slapped his chest again.

Yin Yanzhuo's body shook violently again, and he collapsed from the bed, then fell powerlessly on the bed.

Leng Suchou's eyes were almost bleeding.

Fang Qiyou touched his chest with his hand, pointed to several acupoints on his chest, and commanded sharply: "Take a soul congealing pill and feed it to his mouth, and take my medicine box!"

Leng Suchou crouched before the collapse, held his hand, the pulse was still silent, and the patient's heart resumed a slight beating.