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Miao Shan found out that Rong Huai took Nan Yang to the small town next door, so she rented a carriage and went there with Qing Huan in the heavy rain.

They just came from Lingqiu Mountain, so they are not far apart.In just an hour, he arrived in the city.The carriage staggered and slowly approached the inn that Miaoshan found. When the outline of the inn gradually became clear in sight, Qing Huan's palms began to sweat nervously.

The carriage stopped firmly at the entrance of the inn, Miaoshan jumped down first, said a few words to the brother driving the carriage and paid the money, then turned to look at Qing Huan who was still sitting on the carriage: "Young master, what are you doing?" ? Come down soon."

Qing Huan squeezed the paper bag apprehensively and said, "I..."

For some reason, she was a little scared.

"Why, the person you miss is in this inn, so you dare not? It's still too late to go back to the door master." Miao Shan said with a smile.

"No..." Qing Huan sighed, still got up and supported Miao Shan's hand, and got out of the carriage.

The waiter in the waiting room of the inn saw two beautiful women standing at the door of the store, and rushed over to say hello: "You two guests, do you want to stay at the inn or not?"

"Let's order food first, I haven't eaten all day, and I'm still quite hungry." Miao Shan smiled and generously rewarded the waiter, and pulled Qing Huan to sit down at the empty table beside her.

"I'll give you time for a meal to prepare yourself, is that enough?" Miao Shan took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder, scraped them carefully, and placed them in front of Qing Huan.

"...Thank you." Qing Huan whispered.

"Huh? Thank you?"

"...you look so good-looking." Qing Huan said helplessly.

"Haha, the young master is so cute." Miao Shan couldn't help laughing out loud.

"..."

"Zi Gu has been in your body for a while, do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Not yet." Qing Huan shook her head.

"If you have an attack, tell me, don't hold back, I can control the activities of Gu insects to a certain extent."

Qing Huan didn't answer, but raised her palm to look at it.A thin black line appeared on the palm of her hand, faintly buried under a thin layer of flesh.She suddenly remembered the wound on her master's hand that seemed to be worn out deliberately when she was in the Valley of Scattered Flowers.

——"I can't hide it from you. After you left, I accidentally broke the teapot when I was pouring tea, and my hand was cut by the fragments. It has been bandaged, and there is no serious problem."

——"No, you are not allowed to help me with medicine. The wound is ugly, don't look at it."

—— "The reason for my injury has nothing to do with you. Don't worry. There are some things that I can't tell you. You just need to know that now I'm healed and very healthy."

Kang Jian is a ghost.

Qing Huan smiled wryly, and clenched her hands into fists.How could Nan Yang be so distressing.

"Young master, look at the two people on the other side of the stairs." Miao Shan teased Qing Huan with great interest.

There were two women standing at the corner of the stairs, one dressed as a doctor was carrying a medicine box, and the other was facing away from them.Qing Huan squinted her eyes to look at the figure carefully, and there was always a very familiar feeling.

"...Thank you doctor, how long will it take for my master to wake up?"

"The broken ribs have been reattached, and there is another strange poison in her body, which I have no ability to cure. I don't know much about the poison, so I don't know when she will wake up."

"Okay... this is silver money, please go slowly."

"Girl, let me say a word. The patient's face is sad, and he is depressed. It is not good for the condition. Remember to boil the prescription I prescribed for her, and leave."

"...walk slowly."

The woman turned around slowly and watched the female doctor leave with the medicine box on her back.The side of her face has soft lines, her long hair is simply tied up behind her, and her slightly wrinkled eyebrows and eyes contain a light and elegant temperament.

The chopsticks in Qinghuan's hand fell to the table with a bang, and she stared at Yuntang with wide eyes.

Yun Tang turned her head to check vigilantly when she heard the change, and happened to meet Qing Huan's eyes.

"Master... senior sister?"

Yuntang was surprised for a moment, and then his eyes were full of anger, and he walked quickly towards Qinghuan, grabbed her by the collar and directly pulled her up from the chair, yelling loudly: "Little brat, aren't you Did you leave with that cult! Didn’t you want your teacher? Do you still know how to come back?”

"Senior sister...cough cough, I'm sorry." Qing Huan blushed from being strangled by the collar.

"Master was injured like this because of you! Let me tell you, if there is anything wrong with Master, you and your own father will all be buried with Master!" Seeing Qing Huan's vulnerable appearance, Yun Tang became more and more angry. getting angry.

"Senior Sister, Master... Where is Master?" Qing Huan looked at Yun Tang earnestly with red eyes.

"...Get out of here!" Yun Tang let go of her hand, took a few deep breaths to calm down the anger in her heart, and then walked upstairs quickly.

Qing Huan hurriedly followed while rubbing her neck.

Sitting on the sidelines, Miao Shan, who was ignored the whole time, looked at Qing Huan's back upstairs, had no choice but to smile, and didn't care too much, just ate the food on the table with relish.

Yun Tang walked to the door of the guest room where Nan Yang was sleeping, and suddenly stopped, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, and suddenly asked in a deep voice, "Why did you come back suddenly? Will you...will you go back to Burning Heaven Clan?"

Qing Huan lowered her head and said, "I...I miss Master."

"Qing Huan, the relationship we have lived together for more than ten years in the past, is it really not as good as a father who jumped out suddenly?" Yun Tang's voice was very deep, revealing a strong sadness.

"Senior Sister, you will always be my relatives, regardless of blood."

"If you come back, don't leave again. Master... only two months left, please be with her." Yuntang sighed deeply, and opened the door for Qing Huan, "Senior Uncle Ronghuai and Senior Brother are next door, they don't will bother you."

"Senior sister, thank you." Qing Huan choked with sobs, Yuntang forgave her so easily.She knew that no matter what she did, senior sister, senior brother, and master and uncle would easily forgive her.They really regard her as a relative, so they will always be so tolerant.

Yun Tang watched Qing Huan go in, then silently and carefully closed the door for Qing Huan, and left quietly.

Qing Huan only felt that every step towards Nan Yang was extremely heavy, especially when she saw the Feng Yu Sword on the table, she was even more sad.

Nan Yang's head was slightly sideways, and she was lying on the bed very quietly.Her face was very pale and weak, her skin seemed to be transparent, and there were thin blue blood vessels buried from the side of her face to her neck, which made her look even more delicate and pitiful.

Qing Huan slowly walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, she felt her heartbeat also stopped, she hesitated and stretched out her hand to touch Nan Yang's face.

Icy cold.

"I'm sorry." Qing Huan lowered her head deeply and choked up.

Nan Yang's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Qing Huan didn't know what to say, and didn't want to say more, she put her hand under the quilt, touched Nan Yang's hand and gently took it out.

Nan Yang's hand was tightly clenched into a fist, so tight that the knuckles protruded terribly, and his skin was taut and bluish white.Qing Huan clasped his hands together, wrapped Nan Yang's hand, and gently tried to open her fingers so that her hand could relax.

But she held it too tightly.It's not like the strength a comatose person should have at all.

Qing He turned Nan Yang's hand over, and vaguely saw what she was holding - the crystal red flowing jade through the cracks in her palm.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Qing Huan grabbed Nan Yang's hand, pressed her forehead against it, and cried bitterly, "I'm sorry..."

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Qing Huan has been guarding Nan Yang's bed. She hasn't slept since Ling Qiushan came back. After staying by Nan Yang's side, she felt that she had found a sense of security, and her fatigue soon struck.At some point, she lay down next to Nan Yang and fell into a deep sleep, the tears on her face were not wiped clean.

Vaguely, she seemed to have had a dream.In the dream, the figures were mottled, and many people came and went. She looked at those people in a daze, and she couldn't remember what happened.

They are like actors on the stage, and she is just a spectator.

Time passed quietly.

At some point, Qing Huan woke up in a daze. She felt that someone was touching her hair, and the movements were very gentle and gentle, as if she was soothing a small animal.She tried her best to open her eyes and looked through the slits, the double image in front of her eyes gradually became clear.

Nan Yang woke up at some point. She was half leaning on the head of the bed, holding a book in her left hand, and her eyes focused on the pages of the book.And the right hand is gently touching Qinghuan's head next to him, as if he is teasing a kitten and puppy, as leisurely as he is.

Qing Huan looked at Nan Yang's slightly drooping face, still with the same cool and indifferent eyebrows and light brown pupils like green tea, his eyes were almost obsessed.She slowly raised her hand and pressed the back of Nan Yang's hand that kept touching her hair.

Nan Yang's body froze obviously, and then he turned his hand over and took Qing Huan's hand naturally.

"It's getting dark," Nan Yang said softly while looking out the window, "Are you hungry?"

"Don't you even ask me why they let me back?" Qing Huan stared closely at Nan Yang's face.

"What happens is not as important as you being hungry." Nan Yang put down the book in his hand, stretched out his hand and squeezed the soft flesh on Qing Huan's cheek, "It's good to come back, I believe in you, you will come back eventually .The reason, doesn't really matter."

Qinghuan's nose was sore, she tried to smile and said, "Master trusts me so much."

"Qing Huan...do you hate me?" Nan Yang met Qing Huan's gaze, with a little soft light in his eyes.

"Did I ever say I hated you?" Qing Huan lowered her head, grabbed Nan Yang's hand, and kissed her fingers, "Even if I say it one day in the future, Master will not believe it. All the words that hate you must be I'm lying."

"..." Nan Yang looked down at her, a pale smile appeared on her lips, she tilted her head, saw half a brocade rope protruding from Qinghuan's skirt, and suddenly stretched out her hand to hook it out easily with her fingers .

The kit bag that Qing Huan kept next to her body was hooked by Nan Yang, and she became anxious for a moment: "What are you doing..."

"I returned the Liuyu and the sword to me, but you forgot to return this, I will take it back for you."

"No, isn't it just a piece of paper? Are you so stingy?"

"It's written by me on the paper, is it okay for me to take it back?" Nan Yang smiled while holding the bag, and retracted his hands to the inside of the bed to prevent Qing Huan from reaching it, "I'm hungry, you go to cook first , I’ll give it to you when I’m full.”

"Master!" Qing Huan said angrily.

"Do you want to fight hard with me, a patient? Let's cook." Nan Yang touched Qing Huan's forehead.

"Master, you..." Qing Huan didn't know what expression to put on for a moment, "...Okay, I will do it, I will do it."

She stood up helplessly, twisted her sore arms, sighed, shook her head with a chuckle, and walked out of the guest room.

Nan Yang held the kit and watched Qing Huan go out, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.She stared at the closed door for a long, long time.

Nan Yang clutched his side abdomen, endured the pain and got off the bed with difficulty, moved to the table and sat down step by step.She took the pen and paper that was pressed aside, took a new piece of paper and wrote something on it with a pen.

After finishing writing, she carefully folded the piece of paper and stuffed it quietly into Qing Huan's bag.