A glass of sick wine

Yugou rolled up the low-hanging green gauze, the fragrance of medicine in the Nuan Pavilion wafted, and the boy with long hair waited quietly in front of the door.

The inside of the pavilion is a beautiful and unusual scene in spring.

The white jade-like beauty lay on her back on the brocade couch, with her eyes slightly closed and her clothes half-unbuttoned, revealing her clean upper body.

Leng Suchou looked at the person lying flat on the brocade, and Yin Yanzhuo unbuttoned his clothes, revealing a large piece of fair skin on his chest. His body was not skinny, on the contrary, he had fair and smooth skin, with an Bright pink.

It's just that a few thin silver needles are trembling slightly on this delicate flesh and blood.

Leng Suchou's eyes narrowed slightly, showing a trace of nervousness.

Fang Qiyou pretended not to see the peerless beauty in front of him, he sat indifferently in front of the collapse, concentrating on twisting the few slender silver needles in his fingers.

On the Zijin stove at the side, moxa was burning and smoke curled up, and the slow fire simmered the concoction until it emitted heat. How could he pull out a silver needle and pick it up in front of the window of the pavilion, with a little light from the sky, Leng Suchou saw , On the pointed needle, a little bit of dark blood.

That is - the toxin pulled out of Yin Yanzhuo's body.

Leng Suchou watched Fang Qiyou concentrate on needling, twisting, lifting and inserting, pulling out the needle, and applying medicine, and repeated this for almost an hour.

Fang Qiyou finally put away the last few thin needles and threw them into the box containing acupuncture equipment.

"Mr. Fang..." Leng Suchou asked in a low voice.

Fang Qiyou waved his hand and wiped the sweat from his head - such a long treatment is also a test for the doctor, Fang Qiyou's eyes were bloodshot due to excessive force.

He said, "Let's do that for today."

The boy stepped forward in response and helped Yin Yanzhuo up.

The servant waited on Yin Yanzhuo to put on his clothes. His skin and flesh were extremely delicate, and when the cloth touched the needle slightly, he couldn't help shivering slightly in pain.

Seeing him lowering his head and frowning, Leng Suchou leaned forward: "What's wrong?"

Yin Yanzhuo shook his head patiently.

After finally fiddling with the complicated clothes, Yin Yanzhuo leaned on the soft couch, and Fang heaved a sigh of relief.

Leng Suchou asked Fang Qiyou: "Mr. Fang, he..."

Fang Qiyou was busy packing up the utensils at the side, while he replied slowly: "The poison has been in his body for three or four years."

"Prolonged to the inner organs..." Fang Qi closed the box with a click, shook his head and said, "The poison penetrates deep into the marrow, and there is no medicine to cure it."

Leng Suchou's face turned pale.

Fang didn't look at him, shook his head again, and got up to leave.

Leng Suchou tried to persuade him to stay, but his voice was instantly calm: "Mr. Fang, why don't you clear up for him today?"

How could Fang look at him impatiently: "He's too weak, don't rush, take your time."

After speaking, he waved his sleeves and walked out.

Leng Suchou returned to the brocade, and held the wrist with the perilla square scarf hanging on the brocade: "Yan Zhuo?"

Yin Yanzhuo slightly opened his eyes and glanced at him.

At this time, the servant came in and announced: "The owner, Manager Hu of the Xiping Station has something to see in the front hall."

Leng Suchou pulled up the brocade quilt for him: "Let's rest for a while."

Late at night, candles were still burning in the wing room in the front yard.

Fang Qiyou was still reading late at night with the lamp on. He searched all the records in the rivers and lakes. The last person who was poisoned by this poison died 15 years ago.

There was nothing miserable and frightening about the death condition, it was just that the medicine stone was in vain and the organs failed.

It's just this long life-threatening torture that makes life worse than death.

There are dozens of people who have been poisoned by this poison in the long-standing annals of the rivers and lakes, and several of them chose to commit suicide early in despair.

The recipe for preparing this poison has long been lost in the world, let alone any prescription for antidote.

Yin Yanzhuo didn't know why he was infected with this poison, and Leng Suchou hired all the famous doctors in the world for him. This life was barely saved, but he was doomed to be lingering in bed in this life.

The toxins he can remove in the past few days are only a small part of his body.

The body's weak Qi and weak body need time to recuperate.

It's just that compared to the people who are waiting on him who are extremely careful, this patient doesn't care much about his own body.

If it wasn't for Chao Leng Suqiu's sky-high consultation fee, he would rather drink a glass of apricot blossom wine in a poor restaurant for such a nasty patient with such a troublesome disease.

Leng Suchou didn't delay in taking over the matter, he had started to mobilize his men and horses in the past few days, and he didn't shy away from letting him know, on the contrary, he mentioned entrusting Yin Yanzhuo to him several times.

It's just that the tense atmosphere of the Dingzong Villa, which is full of soldiers and horses, naturally concealed Yin Yanzhuo who lived deep in the backyard. Leng Suchou had already issued an order, and no one dared to disturb the daughter of the master in the backyard.

Leng Suchou stepped into the familiar elegant courtyard again in the evening of one day.

Under the eaves, the servant girl lit a candle with a lantern, and a wisp of incense smoke gently drifted out from the pavilion.

He lifted the green gauze curtain and walked into the Nuan Pavilion.

The slender Yuying half leaned on the warm bed, and two boys in Tsing Yi were serving him to take medicine.

A boy took the medicine and held it in front of him, calling in a low voice: "Master Yin?"

Yin Yanzhuo was lying down with his brows frowned. Hearing this, he opened his eyes and moved his hand slightly to lift it up, but the next moment it fell back down again, then he closed his eyes and shook his head lightly.

But it seemed that he couldn't even use the strength to raise his hand.

Seeing this, the servant standing aside took a mouthful with a blue and white long-handled white porcelain spoon, and brought it to his mouth.

Yin Yanzhuo opened his mouth slightly and swallowed the concoction.

Leng Suchou walked over, took the medicine bowl, and said in a deep voice, "Go down."

The boy bowed and retreated.

Leng Suchou sat on an embroidered pier next to Jinta, put the concoction to his lips, waited for him to swallow another sip, and asked, "Did you go to the Golden Terrace today?"

Yin Yanzhuo leaned on the bed and nodded.

Leng Suchou frowned: "I'm so tired."

Yin Yanzhuo drank a few more sips, he refused to open his mouth anymore, and a slight breath came out of his throat: "No more."

Leng Suchou's voice was as soft as water: "Drink a little more."

Yin Yan took another swallow with difficulty.

Leng Suchou put the medicine bowl aside, stretched out his fingers and gently wiped away a drop of medicine juice from his Yanran's lips.

He took the silk handkerchief and wiped his hands, then sat beside him and put his arms around his body.

Leng Suchou rubbed his cheek: "If you are weak in the future, you don't have to go to the Golden Terrace. It's important to keep your body healthy."

Yin Yanzhuo leaned close to the majestic chest behind him, but there was a slight sneer on the corner of his lips: "I always have to show it to the servants... a medicine jar that doesn't even have the strength to lift a sword... Occupy With your high position in Dingzong Villa..."

He took a low breath: "Master Leng controls people's hearts, and he always has to watch the fire from the other side to see the opportunity first."

Leng Suchou didn't answer his words, but replied flatly: "You are tired today, so please stop talking."

The smile on Yin Yanzhuo's mouth deepened, as if he was really considerate and joyful.

Leng Suchou lowered his head and sealed his lips.

Ears and temples rubbed together on the brocade for a while, Yin Yanzhuo suddenly pressed his chest, suddenly remembered something, and said weakly: "You went out a few days ago, but you saw Yuyu?"

Leng Suchou didn't expect him to ask, so he was taken aback for a moment before nodding: "Yes."

"How is she now?"

"She was dressed in men's attire. I recognized her under Lei Zhentian's men, but I didn't go forward because I was afraid of revealing her identity. Afterwards, I asked Ying Er to inquire about it. It is said that she was a saddle inspector under the Thunderbolt Hall. "

Yin Yanzhuo pressed his forehead and sighed lowly: "She's just a girl, living alone in the rivers and lakes..."

Leng Suchou replied disapprovingly: "You and I provide her with good food and drink, but she doesn't want to be her second young lady in the Yin family, but wants to wander the world willfully."

Yin Yanzhuo recalled the girl in the green shirt with bright eyes and bright teeth in the past, and her cold eyes also brought a little warmth: "She was so cute when she was young, and she knew everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting... At that time, she loved playing in the Qingchuan Pavilion the most. Playing the piano outside..."

Leng Suchou turned his face away: "If you miss Linjiang, I will accompany you back to live for a while when the summer gets warmer."

An indifferent smile floated on Yin Yanzhuo's lips: "Home is no longer home, so what can I do if I go back."

Leng Suchou's tone was flat: "Then let's rest easy and recuperate, your body can't bear the fatigue of traveling so far."

"Master Leng..." Yin Yanzhuo took a breath and said in a low voice, "Yin Yuyu has finally become your wife who hasn't been married for half a year."

Leng Suchou stretched out his hand to lift his face, and looked into the depths of those cold eyes, his handsome face was as indifferent and sharp as a blade: "Yin Yanzhuo, I will send someone to protect her, you don't have to provoke me. "

Yin Yanzhuo was suddenly dragged up vigorously by him, and a dull pain hit his heart.

"Is that so..." He was still panting with a smile, "Then...thank you, Master Leng..."

Leng Suchou seemed to have been stabbed head-on, his angry expression instantly faded, and he let go of his hand.

Yin Yan fell weakly on the pillow.

Leng Suchou looked at him lying on the brocade, grabbing the skirt of his chest and panting continuously.

Finally, I couldn't help but slowly stretched out my hand, lifted him up and rubbed his chest gently, to help him breathe more smoothly.

Yin Yanzhuo lay down with his eyes closed for a long time before he regained some strength.

He immediately broke away from Leng Suchou's embrace.

Leng Suchou watched as he stood up, sat on the edge of the chair and supported his walking stick, about to get up and leave.

He suddenly grabbed the wrist that was as fragile as a glazed bone, and said hoarsely: "Yan Zhuo, what do you have to do to forgive me?"

Yin Yanzhuo looked back at him, his eyes were as calm as a deep pool of ancient water: "I, Yin Yanzhuo, have fallen into this situation, and it is entirely my own fault. How dare I mention the word "excuse me" with Master Leng?"

Seeing his indifferent calmness, Leng Suchou shot a fierce light in his eyes: "Indeed, you are the one who asked you to be so ill."

Yin Yan shook his hands, let go of his cane, and coughed softly while supporting the brocade.

Leng Suchou almost gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "I don't ask for your forgiveness, whether you want to or not, you have been my people for three lifetimes, you were born to sleep together, and you will sleep with me when you die. hide in a hole!"

After Yin Yanzhuo heard this, his body shook violently, and he raised his head to look at him abruptly. His pale face was slightly bruised, and even his lips trembled slightly because of anger. He stood up suddenly, and slapped Leng Suchou with a wave of his hand. past!

A cold finger fell on the cheek with a crisp sound.

Yin Yanzhuo let out a choking cough, then collapsed on the soft couch, his face was pale from exhaustion, and he kept breathing hard while rubbing his chest.

Leng Suchou just sat on the slum without moving.

I saw the person in front of me panting more and more intensely, with a hissing sound in his throat, and his expression became more and more painful.

Leng Suchou wants to help him up.

Yin Yanzhuo struggled to throw his hand away, and then gasped for breath.

Leng Suchou raised his hand and skillfully took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a few pills, lifted him up and put them into his mouth.

Then he stretched out his palm to touch his Jianjing acupoint, and the continuous infuriating energy was slowly poured in.

The effect of the medicine gradually took effect, and Yin Yanzhuo finally stopped his hard panting, leaving only weak breathing on his innocent face.

Leng Suchou put his arms around him and said softly, "Yan Zhuo, sleep for a while."

Yin Yanzhuo seemed to have been sucked out of his last ounce of strength, and he closed his eyes drowsily and slowly fell asleep.