A glass of sick wine

Xun Fu sent Fang Qiyou to the wing room, turned around and went back to the elegant courtyard.

Lifting the curtain and going in, I saw that Yin Yanzhuo had already fallen asleep leaning on the soft couch.

He lay motionless with his eyes closed, the fur coat on his body was not removed, his chest could not be seen breathing up and down, his face was so white that it blended into the sable fur that almost reached the neckline, and the corners of his lips were slightly red, as if... a dead person generally.

Xun Fu's heart skipped a beat.

Hastily looked at the person on the floor carefully, and then pressed his beating heart. Although he had seen this situation many times, he was still so frightened that it was a false alarm.

Xun Fu stepped forward to cover him with a soft harla warm quilt, turned on the fire of the stove, and then retreated lightly.

Yin Yanzhuo took a nap for several hours in the afternoon and woke up in the evening.

The boy in Tsing Yi who had been waiting outside the Nuan Pavilion immediately brought up the ginseng tea, Yin Yan took it wearily and rinsed his mouth, and then put the tea cup back on the desk beside him.

He stood up slowly with his cane, and the young man in blue carefully helped him walk a few steps, and stood firm in front of the window, Yin Yanzhuo stretched out his hand and slightly opened the low-hanging gauze curtain, the sky outside was already dark, A faint snow light shines on the bluestone platform.

Another day passed.

He stopped and stood and watched for a while. The few plum blossoms in the backyard were transplanted from the Yin Mansion four years ago, and now they should also be blooming against the wind and snow.

He looked at the heavy snow outside covering the corners of the cornices and roofs, and decorated the pavilions in this huge courtyard in various ways. He has lived in the south of the Yangtze River for more than 20 years, and only occasionally passed through the capital. The capital city, I do miss it a bit.

But now before he got sick, he leaned on the window and stared at the snowy color of the imperial capital, but he missed Jiangnan for no reason.

In the winter in the south of the Yangtze River, there is only a patter of freezing rain, but the bird clothes alley and the purple bamboo umbrella are lingering and moving.

The old houses in the south of the Yangtze River, even the ones in the Nuandong Pavilion are still smoked and collapsed, but at that time, I can sit honestly with that person and drink a glass of apricot blossom wine in front of the court...

I remember being drunk and dizzy at that time, but at that time...

He gently raised his hand to rest his forehead.

The serving boy said in a low voice: "Master Yin, don't get tired from standing for too long, sit down and rest for a while."

Yin Yanzhuo didn't say a word, but walked slowly back to the pavilion step by step while leaning on his cane.

The maid who had been waiting for a long time brought the dinner.

Yin Yanzhuo sat alone in front of the pear blossom table, took some thick soup with a silver spoon, slowly put it into his mouth, barely swallowed a few mouthfuls, then frowned slightly and stopped.

A bowl of finely boiled herbal porridge and several light dishes on the table were still steaming.

Yin Yan didn't even look at the bowl of untouched rice porridge, he just put down the spoon and took a silk handkerchief to wipe his hands, Xun Fu didn't dare to say anything, he waved his hand to let people go away.

After a while, the servant brought the medicine in.

Following the boy came in was a middle-aged man, dressed in a gray cloth jacket, he walked in and greeted Yin Yan respectfully: "Master Yin."

Yin Yanzhuo saw him, and just nodded: "Ge Tian, ​​what's the matter?"

Ge Tian presented a brochure: "Master Yin, a new batch of weapons has been imported into the Golden Terrace today. This is the catalogue. If there is anything wrong with it, a small messenger will send it over for you to have a look."

The young servant standing by the side with his hands down stretched out his hand to take it, Yin Yan said: "Thank you."

Ge Tian didn't make too much trouble, but simply reported the business situation of the Taichung shop in the past few days, then got up, said goodbye and left.

When Ge Tian left, Yin Yanzhuo sat on the chair and leaned back, closing his eyes slightly.

After closing his eyes for a while, he opened his eyes, picked up the volume, stood up leaning on his cane, and walked slowly to the brocade.

The servant helped him to sit on the bed, Yin Yanjue let go of the cane, and gasped slightly from exhaustion: "For me..."

Xun Fu ordered in a soft voice, "Get the pen and ink for Lord Yin."

The boy guarding the pavilion walked out in response.

Xun Fu lit up the candle a few minutes, leaving a boy to wait on his pen and ink, and the rest quietly retreated.

Yin Yanzhuo only concentrated on looking at the brochure in his hand, and paid no attention to the scene in the Nuan Pavilion. After nightfall, a few maidservants walked into the pavilion, and then took out dozens of items wrapped in handkerchiefs from a clean incense cauldron in the corner of the room. A red bead the size of an egg carefully held it and walked towards the cabinet.

Inside is Yin Yanzhuo's bedroom.

The maid will emit hot air and roll the red flame beads continuously in the bed curtain and quilt. After half an hour, until the whole bed emits a warm heat, it is already a bit hot to touch.

After a while, Yin Yan decided to wash up and come in, sitting on the soft couch in the pavilion and coughing, his brows were already tired.

Xun Fu said softly, "Master Yin, do you want to rest?"

Yin Yanzhuo leaned on the ledge, and spent several hours at night reading the books. Now his body is so tired that he may not even have the strength to stand up.

He nodded slightly.

The maid made the bedding, and went out with a salute. Xun Fu went to the bed and tested the temperature with his hands, before ordering the two little boys to help him up carefully.

The waiter at the side stretched out his hand to untie the sable fur that he wore during the day, Yin Yanzhuo let the servant help him helplessly, half lying on the bed and closed his eyes wearily.

He stretched out his hands and feet under the warm quilt, and his limbs absorbed a little warmth from the heat, and the dense tingling pain in his chest was relieved a little after a day.It is comfortable for him to rest for a moment during the day, and he lies half asleep until midnight, and he is afraid that he will wake up coughing again after the quilt cools down.

The little boy who was waiting on him persuaded softly: "Master, I haven't taken the medicine for the evening yet."

Yin Yanzhuo felt his head dizzy for a while, smelling the bitter smell of the medicine made his chest feel nauseous, he just closed his eyes and waved his hand faintly.

"Master..." The young servant was obedient and dared not speak.

"If Leng Suchou dares to blame you," Yin Yanzhuo opened his eyes, his face darkened, he took a light breath, and forced out his breath: "You come and tell me directly."

There is already a little anger on the face.

The little servant retreated out in silence.

Fang didn't live in the west wing of the front yard that night. The luxurious curtains were soft and the bed was very comfortable, but he was not used to sleeping, so he got up early that day.

He got up and had breakfast, walked around casually, then took a jug of wine, sat down on the stone bench next to the martial arts training ground, watched the young people practicing martial arts in the training ground, looking lively.

I sat lazily until noon, thinking whether I should do my best to go to the backyard to see the old man's sick body. The servant in the village came forward to pass the word, saying that it was Yin Yanju who got up this morning and coughed for a while , feeling drowsy and weak, and not in good spirits, the people below did not dare to be careless, they just carefully waited for him to lie back on the bed and rest.

Originally, if you were sick, you should ask a doctor to see you, but this Lord Yin has always been sick, and it is common for him to stay in bed because of his weakness. What's more, this grandfather is also unpredictable when he is ill, and he is not willing to see guests when he is not fit, so I had no choice but to ask Mr. Fang to wait for a while.

How could Fang feel extremely comfortable listening, and said repeatedly with a smile: "It's easy to say."

He happily crossed his legs freely, and took another big gulp of wine with the pot.

Fang didn't have to wait for another three days for food and drink, and then went in to meet Yin Yanzhuo again.

Yin Yanzhuo was still dressed in sable fur and leaning on the brocade, maintaining his courtesy, exchanged a few polite words with Fang, and treated him to a cup of tea, then the boy in Tsing Yi supported him to sit up straight, and there was another The servant stepped forward and took Fang Yanzhuo's right hand out of the sable fur sleeve, carefully untied the perilla towel tied around his wrist, held up that slender and white hand like a treasure, and placed it on the On a cloth pillow on the desk, he straightened his wrist and felt Fang's pulse.

Fang Qiyou's index finger lightly pressed his Cun pulse, slightly closed his eyes and carefully auscultated, after about half a stick of incense, he said softly: "Master Yin, left hand."

The boy stepped forward and took out his left hand again.

Yin Yanzhuo withdrew his right hand, took a low breath, and suddenly leaned to one side in a weak body.

The guarding boy in Tsing Yi immediately stretched out his hand to support him, and whispered worriedly: "Master Yin..."

Yin Yanzhuo panted slightly, and said with a smile, "It's okay, don't bother Mr. Fang."

Fang didn't hold his pulse carefully, pondered for a long time, and finally let go of Yin Yanzhuo's wrist.

He shook his sleeves and stood up, without saying a word, he just smiled kindly and said: "Master Yin, take care of yourself, there is nothing serious."

Yin Yanzhuo was a patient who was very cooperative in front of others, and kept smiling: "Mr. Lao Fang."

Yin Yanzhuo didn't say a word about his condition, his eyes were as bright as autumn water, only cold and misty mist could be seen, he was truly indifferent to his own body.

He just sent someone to send Fang Qiyou out respectfully.

Fang Qi was led by Xun Fu, and prescribed prescriptions in the outer hall. These new prescriptions he prescribed were almost the same as Yin Yanzhuo's original prescriptions, only a few herbs were changed, and they did not affect the internal organs. Make big changes.

The ink on the paper was still wet, so Fang Qiyou stood up: "Drink it as it is for a few days, and wait for the old man to consider it carefully before taking the medicine."

He still has to wait for Leng Suchou to come back, Yin Yanzhuo's body, anyway, can delay for a day.

How could it be that after Fang's diagnosis, Yin Yanzhuo still lived in the Nuan Pavilion, leaning sickly on the brocade every day, never seeing him walk out of that elegant courtyard.

Xun Fu smiled and said, "Master Yin is going to visit the Golden Terrace every month, but it depends on his physical condition before making plans."

How could Fang have lived for so many days, and his heart was a little uncertain, so he couldn't help asking Xun Fu: "When will your owner come back?"

Xun Fu replied: "Listen to the third master, soon."

Fang Qiyou had no choice but to settle down and continue to live.

It was snowing a little early this morning, and he was playing chess with an accountant in the manor while warming the wine in his room, when he heard the faint sound of horseshoes on the road outside the manor, and then several servants were running out, Shouting loudly: "The owner is at the door!"

A group of young people on the martial arts training ground on the side of the front yard immediately cheered when they heard the sound: "Master Leng is back!"

Fang Qiyou immediately put down the sunspot in his hand, and said to him, "Brother Wen, please stop for a moment."

The accountant stroked his gray beard and said with a smile: "Master Leng is back, I still have to send the sorted account books to the study for the owner to have a look at. Brother Fang, I will continue to discuss with you some other day."

The two walked out of the room side by side in a polite manner.

Fang Qiyou walked out of the front yard quickly, and saw a group of people galloping swiftly to the gate of the villa. They were all majestic tall horses. The tall man at the head stepped on the pedals and reined in the reins. Su Qiu was still dressed in neat black, and jumped off the horse with a single leap.

He strode through the magnificent hall, and the group of young people who were facing him were coming from the side of the martial arts field. In the middle was a heroic young man in his early twenties, with a slightly immature but sharp-edged face. Excited: "Master!"

But Leng Suchou didn't look at him, he suddenly swooped up and swung his palm at the heroic young man!

The boy immediately swung his sword to resist, he gritted his teeth and exhausted all his strength to catch Leng Suchou's move, but was still shaken by the fierce palm wind and fell to the ground.

Leng Suchou lashed him with a horsewhip: "You're being lazy!"

The strong young man responded loudly: "What the master taught is true!"

Leng Suchou stared at him dissatisfied: "From tomorrow onwards, practice for two more hours every day, and come see me after you have gone through ten moves under Yingyi's hands!"

The boy stood up from the ground, straightened his body: "Respect Master's order!"

Leng Suchou waved at the group of teenagers, turned and walked back to the hall.

There was already a servant by his side, who took the whip from him, put away the cloak for him, and walked into the wing with Leng Suchou in his arms.

Leng Suchou sat down and took a sip of tea, looked at a row of people standing in front of him, and Pingping said: "Don't all stand here, let Xun Fu come in one by one if there is something to do."

Waiting in the side hall for several village stewards to listen, they cupped their hands and walked out one by one.

"Mr. Fang," Leng Suchou saw Fang Qiyou's shadow outside the hall, and said suddenly, "Please stay."

Fang Qiyou paused outside the window of Diaohuaxuan.

Leng Suchou met Fang Qiyou in the morning, and the principals of the village came in one by one to report the business situation of each place. After lunch at noon, he stayed in the study to deal with the affairs of the village for most of the day. When he suddenly recovered, he found that it was almost dusk .

Trying to use the busy suppressed thoughts to burst out from a corner of my heart.

He stood up from behind the large desk, walked out of the study with his hands behind his back, passed through a small side hall, and stood under the vine and flower trellis in the verandah.

There is still half a step of residual snow left on the bluestone slab. Looking from here, the pavilions and pavilions in the backyard are quiet.

Xun Fu followed behind him, and at this moment stepped forward and asked, "Master, if you want to go back to the main building for dinner, or go to the backyard?"

Leng Suchou acted as if he had never heard of it, and just stood firmly in the corridor, a sense of loss slowly appeared on his blade-like indifferent face.

After a long time, Fang Fang asked in a low voice, "How is he?"

Xun Fu was stunned for a moment before answering: "I got up this morning and heard that the owner of the village is back. I had some food and medicine in the afternoon and rested for a while. I probably didn't sleep well. I got up before the application time. Now I'm in Reading in the pavilion."

Leng Suchou waved his hand at Xun Fu: "Go over and serve, I'll go there later."

Xun Fu responded, bowed and walked away.

Leng Suqiu stood in a daze for a long time, until the cold wind blew on his face, and then he slowly raised his feet and walked towards the backyard.

When the maidservant outside the courtyard lit the first candle, Leng Suqiu stepped into the elegant courtyard where Yin Yanzhuo lived.

When the boys who were waiting outside saw him coming in, they bowed and bowed and retreated automatically.

Leng Suchou stepped into the hall, and did not immediately walk into the warm pavilion where Yin Yanzhuo usually lives, but only motioned for the servant to take off his outer shirt that had been blown by the cold wind for a long time, and he stood in front of the smoker outside the door to drive away the cold air all over his body , while whispering: "Speak and drink."

No one in the Snapper responded to him.

Leng Suchou didn't show any expression, he just put on a clean jacket and padded gown, opened the low gauze curtain and walked in.

He took a look, but there was no one on the brocade.

Turning around, I happened to see Yin Yanzhuo leaning on a cane in one hand and holding a scroll in the other hand, panting slightly and slowly walking out of the pavilion.

Leng Suchou stepped forward to support his arm, pulled him to his chest, and almost half hugged and half supported him to sit back on the soft couch.

When Yin Yan saw that it was him, he didn't speak, and the usual smile disappeared from his lips.

He let go of his cane to hold on to the edge, and coughed a few times in a low voice.

Leng Suchou looked at him carefully, and a ray of tenderness slowly emerged in his eyes. After watching for a long time, he put his arms around his waist and asked, "How are you?"

Yin Yanzhuo didn't look at his face at all, but replied indifferently: "It's okay."

Leng Suqiu took the teacup on the case table and took a sip slowly: "Mr. Fang gave you a pulse check?"

Yin Yanzhuo nodded.

Leng Suchou stretched out his arms to embrace him, and then covered his cold hands into his lap: "After drinking the medicine for the past few days, do you feel better?"

Yin Yanzhuo took a breath, frowned and did not speak.

Leng Suchou couldn't find his answer, so he asked again in a low voice: "Yanzhuo?"

Supporting the soft couch with one hand, Yin Yanzhuo moved his body out of Leng Su's arms with difficulty, his voice was weak, but he was not polite: "Didn't you call me when you came back, why did you come again?" ask me?"

Leng Suchou didn't care about his harsh tone, and just said flatly: "Mr. Fang is unparalleled in the world in acupuncture and moxibustion. I discussed with him to see if there is any way to cure the cold poison in your lungs."

Yin Yan was noncommittal.

"How could this party have been in the village for these days, and didn't come to ask you carefully every day?" Leng Suchou continued: "I only found out when I came back today."

Yin Yanzhuo sneered: "Didn't he wait for you to come back and discuss when I will die?"

"You—" Leng Suchou looked at him, his thick eyebrows furrowed deeply, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

But he paused for a few seconds before he said patiently, "Don't talk nonsense."

Leng Suchou changed the subject: "I passed by Saibei this time, and brought you a newly sewn silver fox down coat, and the outer shirt was newly made of plain color according to your preference. It is softer and more comfortable to wear. You can try it tomorrow. Does it fit."

Yin Yanzhuo closed his eyes slightly and leaned on the soft couch, as if his tired and weak body could not support the sick bones wrapped in Jinhua mink velvet, he only nodded his head, and said in a weak voice, "The owner is troublesome."

Leng Suqiu stood up: "Xun Fu said that you haven't had your meal tonight, so I'll send someone to bring it up."

Leng Suqiu strode to the door and gave an order. After a while, several maidservants walked in one file at a time. Each of them held exquisite cups and stood in front of a pear blossom table in the pavilion.

The boy in Tsing Yi, who was standing by, came forward to take the tray, took the dishes one by one and put them on the table.

Leng Suchou held his hand, and whispered to the person who rested on Jinta with his eyes closed: "Speak."

Yin Yanzhuo slowly opened his eyes, moved his body and leaned forward to help his cane, Leng Suchou helped him to the table.

The two sat together silently, Yin Yanzhuo struggled to maintain a smile in front of others, but in front of Leng Suchou, only three points of burnout and seven points of indifference remained.

Leng Suchou seemed to have gotten used to his indifference, and calmly ate a bowl of rice, then stared at him carefully and drank half a cup of soup.

Yin Yanzhuo swallowed a few mouthfuls of soup with great pains, and then refused to touch the bowl and chopsticks again, Leng Suchou just frowned and didn't speak.

After resting for a while after the meal, the boy in Tsing Yi brought up the medicine.

Leng Suchou took the medicine and brought it to Yin Yanzhuo.

Yin Yan drank a few sips before putting it down on the pear blossom wooden table.

Leng Suchou sat on the side, tapped Jinta lightly: "Yanzhuo, finish drinking it."

Yin Yanzhuo ignored him at all.

Leng Suchou brought the medicinal cup of Qi to his mouth, displeased with a cold face: "Do you want me to feed you?"

Yin Yan's brows were slightly frowned, his eyes were as cool as water, and thin anger floated up. He waved his hand suddenly, and a bowl of brown medicinal juice poured down. His hands were weak, and most of the medicinal juice splashed on the clothes of Leng Suchou beside him. superior.

Leng Suchou didn't care, got up and took off his soiled outer shirt, then took a handkerchief and wiped off a few drops of medicinal juice that had splashed on Yin Yanzhuo's skirt.

Yin Yanzhuo looked at him silently, then suddenly covered his mouth and coughed.

A purple perilla handkerchief tied around his wrist covered the corner of his mouth, and a few strands of dark red blood seeped out.

Leng Suchou gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Speak carefully, why should you hurt yourself by restraining your anger?"

Yin Yan fell down on the brocade floor, coughing so hard that he couldn't speak.

He coughed and panted for a while before calming down, and with a little strength, he moved his fingertips and tore off the blood-stained square scarf between his wrists.

Leng Suchou's eyes narrowed tightly, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore and hugged him.

Nephrite jade was full of warmth and fragrance, and the body of the person in his arms was weak and boneless, and the skin exuded a fresh fragrance mixed with a strong bitter and cold medicinal fragrance, he couldn't help but sighed quietly.

He walked into the cabinet with Yin Yanzhuo in his arms and lay down on the large bed in the room. He covered him with a silk quilt, then undressed and lay down inside, his hot chest wrapped around the person on the bed.

Yin Yanzhuo panted slightly, closed his eyes and stretched his limbs in the warm quilt, the warmth from the broad chest behind him seeped into his back, and he quietly enjoyed the rare moment of relaxation in his body.

Leng Suchou lowered his head, and saw in the light and dark changes of the candlelight, a section of neck as beautiful as white jade was exposed from the layers of brocade clothes, the fresh and tender Adam's apple was panting delicately on it, and the leaning neck lying on the bed. Her face was as pale as paper, and her pink lips were as bright as rouge.

Just seeing this moment is enough to make people dream about it forever.

There is nothing more beautiful than this.

Leng Suchou reached out and tore off a silver ribbon tied at the end of his hair, brushing away the silky silky hair, and pressed his hot lips to the back of his neck, sucking repeatedly.

Yin Yanzhuo exuded a faint fragrance all over his body, and his clothes revealed delicate collarbones and delicate arms with well-proportioned flesh and bones. Leng Suchou couldn't help but groaned in a low voice.

He hugged and kissed patiently, and waited for the icy muscles and bones to feel a little warm before he hugged him around.

Yin Yanzhuo's originally relaxed expression gradually dissipated, and his thick eyebrows slowly frowned again.

Leng Suchou's handsome face was full of blurred love, and he couldn't help biting his earlobe: "Yanzhuo..."

Leng Suchou stroked him and tapped his fingers.

Yin Yanzhuo trembled slightly.

Leng Suchou stroked his cheek affectionately, and then stuffed a pill under Yin Yanzhuo's tongue.

"Master Leng, why bother?" Yin Yanzhuo's bright red lips seemed to drip blood, but his expression was still as cold as a millennium jade, he sneered, "Isn't it easier for an unconscious dead person to do it? "

Leng Suchou pinched him again as if punishing him.

Yin Yanzhuo gritted his teeth and glared at him fiercely, unable to speak anymore, he only gasped weakly.

"Such a beautiful body..." Leng Suchou said in a low voice—the ruthless anger in his eyes turned into affection: "Yan Zhuo, as long as I can keep your body, even if it disappears Wan Guan's family wealth, cold and cold places will not hesitate."

After hearing this, Yin Yanzhuo's face was slightly shocked, and he didn't want to look at him again, so he turned his face to the side and closed his eyes.

Leng Suchou fits close to his body.

He patiently moved lightly, leaving traces of extravagance on the jade man's smooth and fair skin.

Leng Suchou called him in a low voice: "Yanzhuo..."

Yin Yanzhuo frowned and endured motionlessly.

Leng Suchou fell in love with that person like a maniac, his sick and weak body, his moody and gloomy temperament, with a strange and deadly allure.

It's just...he looked down and saw a bright and handsome face in his gloomy brows.

He suddenly remembered that the person he fell in love with at that time was not such a person.

What he fell in love with at that time was a handsome young man in white with an elegant smile on the Ruyi painting boat in the south of the Yangtze River, holding a brown jade sandalwood folding fan in his hand.

Or a little earlier, when he visited the Yin Mansion on a moonlight night, he met unexpectedly in the Qingchuan Pavilion, a beautiful young man with a childish voice when he spoke.

At that time, Yan Zhuo had never been so self-loathing and self-abandoning, he hadn't been sick and lived in a courtyard, and he didn't have to lie down precariously every day, and his body was not so weak that he could walk a few more steps like he is now Can kill him with exhaustion.

What kind of rivers and lakes, what kind of enmity and hatred, stained his hands with blood, and then sent him to hell with his own hands, but forced him to live sadly, forcing him to drag his body full of pain and weariness? Holding on to his breath, he continued to live.

There was a tingling pain in his heart, and he closed his eyes and hugged him tightly.

After the passion was over, Leng Suchou lay sideways beside him and called out, "Speaking?"

The person lying under the quilt was motionless.

Leng Suchou turned him over, the person under him was pale and blue, with a poignant red corner of his lips, he still passed out.

Leng Suchou casually put on a shirt, then picked him up and walked out of the Nuan Pavilion.

After walking out of the warm pavilion, there is a long corridor, and the windows are closed to prevent any cold wind from entering.

Leng Suchou walked for a while, Yin Yanzhuo woke up leisurely in his arms, it seemed that his consciousness was not clear yet, and he leaned into his arms as if he was nostalgic for the cold.

Leng Suchou hugged his frail body, his body has deteriorated year after year since that incident happened and after he was brought to the capital.

Such a weak body, I don't know how many cold winters it can survive...

Panic suddenly surged in his heart, he hugged him tightly, and walked quickly through the carved corridor.

This sealed veranda leads to the main building where Leng Suchou lived, and in the middle of the main building connected to this corridor, an exquisite attic was built. The attic exudes smoky heat, which turned out to be a huge hot spring pool.

There was a boy in Tsing Yi waiting with his clothes in his hands, Leng Suqiu took the brocade scarf, waved it away to others, and slid into the water holding Yin Yanzhuo.

Leng Suchou washed the two of them clean and didn't stay in the pool too long, he wrapped him in a loose fleece and hugged him.

Yin Yanzhuo did not know when he had woken up, and let Leng Suchou hug him expressionlessly, helped him lie down in the pavilion to warm him up, wiped his body clean, and put a layer of ointment on the wound behind him, Leng Suchou helped him Then he personally put on the crescent brocade inner jacket for him, and then summoned Hou's servants outside the pavilion, let him loose his long soft hair, and served him to put on his clothes. Cloud brocade robe and jacket, covered with snow-white mink clothing...

After such a lot of tossing, he was finally exhausted, panting and fell into Leng Suchou's arms and passed out.