wind blowing wind

With an unhappy and slightly rebellious tone, he spoke provocatively.

Wei Shengni got up to face the crowd, his silver hair fluttered and added to his indifference, and the menacing aura became stronger and stronger, the crowd shrank involuntarily, they didn't even have the strength to run, they could only watch with fear In front of him is like the slight rebellion of Shura from hell.

"Come here and help me share the medicinal ingredients." Wei Shengni ordered lightly, as if ordering the servants in his tone.

And those people who were frightened into a daze for a while obediently went to help out of nowhere.

Wei Shengni smiled in satisfaction, flicked his sleeves lightly and went to look for Song Yanchu.

The medicine furnace where Song Yanchu was not far away, Wei Shengni walked out of the medicine room and saw Song Yanchu concentrating on boiling medicine.Go straight forward and hug Song Yanchu from behind, resting his head on Song Yanchu's neck.

Song Yanchu didn't pay any attention to it, and let Wei Shengni hug him, keeping a close eye on the fire of the medicine stove without stopping.

"When will my lady come back home with my husband?" Wei Shengni lowered his voice and said ambiguously in Song Yanchu's ear.

Song Yanchu was shyly teased by Wei Shengni, and said unnaturally: "Turn back, don't bark."

"Then when are we going back to Changling City?" Wei Shengni continued to ask leisurely.

"Let's leave in two days." Song Yanchu suddenly thought that Wei Shengni should be in the herb room, so he asked, "Tuhui, are you lazy?"

"Don't dare, I'm done with the division." Wei Shengni's eyes were full of magnanimity, and he almost swore with three fingers above his head.

Song Yanchu had no doubts, and said softly: "Then go back to your room and have a rest after the assignment is over, you can have dinner later."

"Where do I sleep?"

Song Yanchu was taken aback when he heard the words. He didn't expect this question. Due to the flood and plague, the Seventh Prince ordered the surrounding doctors and doctors to come to the Fuya Medical Work Office. All the rooms in the Medical Work Office are full. It must not be able to receive people.

Song Yanchu looked at Wei Shengni, with a shy face, he hesitated and said: "Then you... go to my room... to rest."

Seeing the situation, Wei Sheng took the opportunity to tease him, and said meaningfully: "Yan Chu is so enthusiastic, but I am disrespectful."

"I'll take you there." Song Yanchu had expected that his words would cause Wei Shengni to laugh, so he simply lowered his head and didn't look at the triumphant Wei Shengni.

After Song Yanchu brought Wei Shengni to his bedroom, he was summoned by the seventh prince, saying that he wanted to study the plague, so he got up and went to the hall.

He came to the hall of Fuyin. The atmosphere in the hall was dignified. Naturally, Zuoqiu Yan was sitting in the front seat. On both sides were He Xu, Hu Bubo, Gao Run and other high-ranking officials. Song Yanchu felt very difficult for such a posture. , but also walked into the hall gently, and a voice as gentle as jade sounded.

"I've met the Seventh Prince, Lord Gao, Lord Hu, and Lord He."

"Doctor Song doesn't need to be polite, please sit down." Zuoqiu Yan said lightly.

"Thank you Seventh Prince."

"Doctor Song, can you tell us about the current situation?" Gao Runxian said loudly, the old man was putting on airs.

Song Yanchu said gently: "Master Hui Gao, the epidemic has been brought under control, and now all the disease patients in Kongliang City are recovering, and they will recover in a few days."

Everyone nodded in satisfaction.Then they made some conclusions about the flood control situation, all of them looked bright.Song Yanchu read a lot of books and dabbled in these things, so he listened carefully.

Later, when it was related to the affairs of the imperial court, Song Yanchu didn't listen to it any more, and paid attention to everyone present.Both Gao Run and He Xu looked like veterans in the officialdom, and they didn't feel so comfortable watching them.But Hu Bubo is approachable and talkative, and thinking of his sincere request to him at the beginning, he has a little more affection for this person.He found that perhaps because of the same age, the seventh prince's words and deeds were somewhat similar to Wei Shengni's, they were both so noble, arrogant, frivolous, cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

The long and tiring meeting finally came to an end, and Song Yanchu was not interested in topics such as court affairs. He listened to the people talking to each other, mixed with insinuations from the Ming Dynasty, and Song Yanchu was very tired. Dusty officialdom, but going back... Song Yanchu shook his head, suddenly remembered that Wei Shengni hadn't eaten yet, so he went to the kitchen to cook some dishes for Wei Shengni.

After a while, Song Yanchu came to the room with the food, and found that there was light in the room, thinking that Suhui must have woken up, so he opened the door and went in, but when he opened the door and entered, he didn't find anything wrong, so he went into the inner room.

"Go back, let's have something to eat." Song Yanchu opened the curtain of the inner room, and suddenly a mist of water hit his eyes.After he got used to the steam in the room, the outline of the person in front of him became clear.

Wei Shengni had just finished taking a bath, and before he could put on his clothes, he heard Song Yanchu calling him outside, so he casually picked up a piece of underwear and put it on casually, then tied his belt casually, and planned to go out, but he hadn't left yet Song Yanchu had already entered by the curtain.

Song Yanchu's face was congested with blood and his breathing became short of breath. The tiny silver hair in front of him was soaked, a few strands were tightly attached to his translucent face, and the rest of the hair was messily draped behind his back, dripping continuously. Wet drops of water flowed down the face all the way, the clothes on the chest were half opened, and the water kept sliding over the crystal clear and healthy chest, and finally sank into the waist...

The room was full of mist and mist, adding to the ambiguity, the temperature between the two quickly heated up, and the surroundings were quiet, only the sound of the two alternately breathing...

"Yanchu, you go out first." Wei Shengni reminded with a helpless smile.

"Ah? I'm sorry..." Song Yanchu immediately blushed and escaped from the suffocating inner room, and came to the court in a daze.

Song Yanchu's heart was beating violently, but fortunately the cool night wind woke him up, he put the food on the stone table in front of the court, and he himself sat on the stone chair with a long breath, his mind turned into a pot of porridge.

After a while, Wei Shengni tidied up his clothes and walked out of the room, strode over to Song Yanchu and sat down beside him.

"Go back, let's have something to eat." Song Yanchu forced the corners of his mouth to open, and said with an unnatural smile, his face could not help but blush.

"Okay." Wei Shengni had a calm face, without saying anything, picked up the bowl and ate quietly.

Song Yanchu watched the slight rebellion in the cloud and the wind, and his heart also calmed down. The atmosphere between the two of them was quite natural.

After a while Song Yanchu took the bowls and chopsticks back to the kitchen, Wei Shengni was the only one left in the quiet courtyard, whenever he was alone, the figure of Yuebai, the exiled fairy of Yueyin, haunted his mind.

He still remembers very clearly how Mu Yin has been to him for the past 18 years, the room full of lingering love that night, and the lack of nostalgia before leaving the island at last...

"As you wish, I'm learning to forget." Wei Shengni muttered to himself with a wry smile, immersed in his memories, he didn't realize Song Yanchu walked in at all.

"Have you missed Master?" Song Yanchu returned to the courtyard, ignoring Wei Shengni's affectionate words.

"I miss Master." Wei Shengni's eyes darkened.

"What kind of person is Suhui's master?" Song Yanchu pondered for a long time, and finally asked.

"He is a person who is close at hand but far away." Wei Shengni looked at the sky full of stars with wide and far-reaching eyes, "Always say that destiny cannot be violated, and I don't want to follow my heart."

Song Yanchu could easily hear the deep affection in Wei Shengni's words, and felt the hazy sadness on the other person's body like a light veil covering his eyes, he pressed his lips tightly and did not say a word.

Wei Shengni came back to his senses, he hugged Song Yanchu into his arms, and said unnaturally: "Yanchu, I ruined that painting."

"The one on Peep Cloud Cliff?"

"Well, I'll redraw it."

"Going back, why is there no trace of people on the Guyun Cliff?" Song Yanchu asked the doubts of the day, and began to answer with trepidation in his heart.

Wei Shengni looked down at Song Yanchu's expectant and apprehensive expression, struggled in his heart, and said falteringly: "I...will add it."

Song Yanchu asked tentatively: "Do you like to draw people in Huihui?"

In fact, since Wei Shengni learned how to paint, he wanted to depict his parents many times. Unfortunately, he was still young when his parents passed away, and his memory of his parents is very weak, so until now he can't draw his parents. Parents.

Therefore, the only character in Wei Shengni's works is Mu Yin, and even the painting for Jiu Ye that day was only two figures from the back...

"Yeah." Wei Shengni replied vaguely, feeling very tired immediately.

Song Yanchu cleverly changed the subject: "By the way, I just arrived in Kongliang City a month ago. When I went to the disaster-stricken area, I found that the victims were wearing new clothes and eating bread. I asked, and the victims said that they were brought by people in black clothes at night. "

"Well, that man in black is really a hero." Wei Sheng smiled back.

"Isn't it because of Huihui?" Song Yanchu intuitively thought that it was Wei Shengni who secretly helped the victims.

"Yan Chu is so smart, he must have the answer."

"Thank you." Song Yanchu's eyes were also stained with affection, and he looked at Wei Shengni fixedly.

Wei Shengni swept away the haze, looked at Song Yanchu and blinked and said, "Let's rest."

When Song Yanchu heard the words, he immediately looked at Wei Shengni vigilantly, and his heart was turbulent. In front of Wei Shengni, he became startled, and his usual prudence disappeared without a trace.

"Don't believe me?" Wei Sheng raised his eyebrows and teased leisurely.

Song Yanchu had a flash of embarrassment: "No."

"It's time to rest." Weisheng retorted, then took Song Yanchu's hand and walked into the room.

Wei Shengni pulled Song Yanchu into the inner room, and said with a gentleman's face, "Yanchu, you sleep on the bed tonight, and I'll go to the outer room."

"The bed is enough for two people." Song Yanchu couldn't bear to sleep in the outer room, and blurted out.As soon as the words came out, I knew the words were ambiguous, but I couldn't take them back.

After hearing this, Wei Shengni leaned closer to Song Yanchu and teased, "Is Yanchu too reassuring of me, or too unconfident of himself?"

"..."

"Sleep well."