I became my brother's cloud baby

After getting along for so long, Ren Yanxing immediately recognized who the other party was.

Wu Zhi reached out to wrap his arms around his waist, and led him to this side: "Why have you lost weight recently?"

He lowered his eyes and did not speak.

Wu Zhi frowned and looked at him, since that day, he has been silent, but he is very obedient, he does what Wu Zhi says.

But that's not really him.

Wu Zhi let go of him, and reached out his hand to take out the bracelet he picked up from the fire that day: "Don't lose it this time."

He reached out to take the bracelet, bowed his head and put it on.

Wu Zhi stepped forward to hug him, and sniffed his neck.

It's a sweet pear blossom scent, which is unique to him, and Wu Zhi likes it very much.

After smelling it for a while, he directly picked him up, raised his legs and went to the bed.

After walking a few steps, the person in his arms coughed and paused.

He looked down at the person in his arms: "What's wrong with you?"

The face of the person in the arms was a little pale, and the beautiful eyebrows and eyes were tainted with sickness at this time, adding a bit of delicate beauty.

Obviously ill.

Wuzhi was stunned, Ren Yanxing was sick?Why doesn't he know?

He carefully put the man on the bed, and ordered his servants: "Call Imperial Physician Jiang to come over."

"Yes."

A fire burned inside, and a window shut the inside out from the cold outside.

Ren Yanxing's slender and white hands hung down from the curtain, and doctor Jiang took his pulse carefully, his complexion changed slightly: "Your Majesty, this is... a relapse of an old disease."

After hearing this, Wuzhi remembered that Ren Yanxing's health was not good at all, and it was said that it was the root cause of the disease caused by the war, which made his body weak all the time.

"What's going on? How could it relapse?"

"There are many reasons for the recurrence of old diseases. It may be that you have been too tired recently, and you have not paid attention to your body, or it may be affected by your mood..." Doctor Jiang replied in a low voice.

Mentioning this, Wuzhi glanced at Ren Yanxing again.

"I prescribe some prescriptions here, adults can grab them and boil them for consumption, one dose a day..." Taiji Jiang said, writing the prescriptions and handing them to Wu Zhi.

Wuzhi took the prescription and looked at it for a while, but he didn't know medical skills, and he didn't know if the medicine was useful, so he just told Xiaoyue: "Make the medicine according to this."

Xiaoyue took the prescription, turned around and left the room.

"Your Excellency, let Rong Chen say that when it comes to curing illnesses, the effect of mood is actually very important. If a person is in a better mood, maybe the child's illness will be cured very quickly." Doctor Jiang added another word.

Wu Zhi raised his eyes, and after a long time, he said: "Go down."

There was a long silence in the room, Wu Zhi sat by the bed for a while, and finally said: "You have a good rest."

Then there was the sound of the door closing behind Ren Yanxing, and the original silence returned to the room.

The fire in the room was crackling.

He lay down for a while and closed his eyes wearily.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already night, the window opened a crack at some point, and the moonlight slipped in quietly.

"Your Majesty, the medicine is ready." Seeing that he woke up, Xiaoyue hurriedly brought over the medicine that had been warmed up for countless times.

He took the medicine, bowed his head and took a sip.

"Your Majesty, the weather has been getting colder and colder these days. The sun was shining brightly a few days ago. I asked someone to make some clothes. You can try them later." Sitting beside the bed, Xiaoyue muttered a few words.

"Yeah." He put down the medicine bowl, looked around, "I've been asleep for a while, no one has been here, right?"

"No..." Xiaoyue replied, "That person Wuzhi is also considered interesting, he knew you were sick, so he didn't come to bother you."

Ren Yanxing lowered his eyes, and a trace of imperceptible loneliness flashed in his eyes.

Xiaoyue was cleaning the bowl beside her, muttering a few words from time to time: "Your Majesty, I heard that there will be a banquet in the palace in a few days to welcome the princess of Feiyue Kingdom. At that time, no one will care about it." We, we can go out of the palace to play again!"

"Not the princess of Yue Kingdom?" Ren Yanxing raised his head and asked.

"Yes, I heard that the princess of Feiyue Kingdom is very beautiful..." Xiaoyue tilted her head and thought for a while, then said.

"Hmm..." Ren Yanxing responded in a low voice, and glanced out the window.

"By the way, the piano sent by Wuzhi has arrived." After Xiaoyue finished speaking, Ren Yanxing noticed a beautiful blue guqin in the room.

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, reached out and stroked the strings.

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't touched the piano.

He flicked his fingertips lightly, and a melodious piano sound echoed in the room.

The tingling in his fingertips forced him to stop.

"Your Majesty, stop playing!" Xiaoyue stepped forward and covered his fingers, "Your fingers are not healed yet, should you rest early today?"

He lowered his head and glanced at his fingers again: "Yes."

Xiaoyue carefully supported him, and twisted the quilt for him.

It was a little cold at night, and the room was dark.

Ren Yanxing stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt on his body to barely warm up.

His current body is getting worse and worse.

Not only did he lose his spiritual power, but even his old illnesses relapsed, and now he couldn't even resist the cold.

His hands and feet were cold, and the coldness crawled up his body along his feet, and there was a cramping pain in his stomach, which made him curl up involuntarily.

He closed his eyes drowsily, when there was a sudden sound of opening the door, and then the cold wind rushed in, waking him up abruptly.

He looked up to the door.

Wuzhi walked in, and he caught a glimpse of Ren Yanxing who looked up: "Haven't slept yet?"

"Um……"

Wuzhi closed the door and walked in, he gently lifted the curtain, Ren Yanxing only felt that his eyes were bright.

"What do you think this is?" Wu Zhi took out a shiny object from behind.

This is an extremely beautiful lamp, made of paper into the shape of a rabbit, with its ears pricked up, it looks playful and cute, it emits a warm light all over its body, making Ren Yanxing's body warmer.

"Rabbit lamp...?" Ren Yanxing cheered up.

Ren Yanxing likes lantern festivals because his mother always took him to watch lantern festivals when he was a child. At that time, his mother would always buy him a rabbit lantern. He held it in his hand and always felt warm in his hand.

"Do you like it?" Wu Zhi saw that he had regained his energy and asked casually.

"Isn't the lantern festival over? Where did you get it?" Ren Yanxing looked at the rabbit lantern.

"I asked someone to do it." Seeing that he had been staring at the rabbit lamp, he passed the lamp to his hand without stopping, his eyes froze, "Why are your hands so cold?"

He subconsciously withdrew his hand: "Nothing."

Wuzhi looked at him for a while, and hung the rabbit lamp on the bed, then he stretched out his arms to wrap around Ren Yanxing's waist, and hugged him into his arms: "Is it warm?"

Ren Yanxing lowered his eyes, unable to tell what it was like in his heart.

Wuzhi treats herself like that, to Ning Qing, to Gu Ming...

How could he not hate.

But if he wanted to make him really hate this person, he couldn't hate him.

Sometimes people are so strange, obviously the other party has hurt you to the point where you are bruised, but you are still attached and greedy.

Wu Zhi hugged Ren Yanxing for a while, then fell on the bed, he reached out and took Ren Yanxing's hand to cover: "Is it still cold?"

"It's not cold anymore..." Ren Yanxing felt a little sleepy.

Wu Zhi looked at the person in his arms, reached out and pulled the quilt up, barely covering his shoulders: "Sleep?"

He responded in a low voice.

The rabbit lamp above his head shone warmly on his body.

"The non-Leguo princess is just here for fun, and I'll send someone to see her off in a few days."

Wu Zhi stretched out his hand to stroke his hair, and kissed him with the opportunity,

"sorry."

He raised his eyes and didn't hear clearly: "Huh?"

"It's nothing, go to sleep?"

"Ah."

The sun came out in the morning, and the warm sun shone in through the paper window and fell on the corner of the bed.

Wu Zhi slowly opened his eyes, and looked down at the person in his arms.

Ren Yanxing leaned against his chest, and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Wuzhi stood up, looked at his exposed hands, reached out and put them under the quilt.

There was a sudden, endless pause.

Why is this hand... so cold?

He looked down at Ren Yanxing, and subconsciously called out: "Wake up?"

After calling him, he realized that he didn't know how to call Ren Yanxing, and when he wanted to call him, he just got up bluntly.

The room was eerily quiet, and no one responded to him.

He was a little anxious, and stretched out his arms to hug the person. The person in his arms was so light and frightening, as if he had no weight, his hands were hanging powerlessly by his side.

Those hands were slender and weak, and the water-blue bracelet was attached to the wrist, which suddenly darkened.

Wuzhi was suddenly a little scared, it was a fear he had never had before, he hugged the person in his arms tightly, and called him anxiously: "Ayan...?"

"Wake up..."

Slight sunlight slanted in from the windows, some of which were just a patch of warm sunlight falling on the corner of the room.

No one responded to him.

Ren Yanxing lay quietly in his arms, letting the sun shine on him.

No matter how much Wuzhi called him, he would never answer again.

Wu Zhi's throat suddenly choked.

The person who has been fighting against him, the person who has been by his side, will never open his eyes again.

My heart hurts suddenly.

He looked at the person in his arms, Ren Yanxing was actually a lot thinner than before, and wearing a thin dress made him even thinner.

He seemed to have never looked at Ren Yanxing so seriously before, and only at this moment did he realize that he had really lost weight.

"Ayan..."

"Sorry……"

With a hoarse voice, Wuzhi hugged the person in his arms tightly, and pressed against his ear, repeating sorry over and over again.

"I'll take you to the Lantern Festival, buy you a rabbit lamp, and stop playing the piano... I'll also let Gu Ming and Ning Qing go, don't sleep, okay..."

"Sorry……"

It's a pity that person never woke up again.

after three months,

There are bright roses blooming in Fuzhou City, which is isolated from the winter outside.

The green flower branches trembled suddenly, as if they had sensed the arrival of people, and retracted into the darkness.

The man was dressed in black, and when he entered the hall, the flower branches that were engulfing him suddenly shrank back, revealing the man who was ensnared.

Ning Qing struggled to open his eyes, only to see Wu Zhi's face.

The pair of peach blossom eyes that were originally captivating looked dim at this moment, and he looked very haggard at this moment: "You go."

Ning Qingyue came up to him: "Stop."

"What else do you need?" Wu Zhi gave him a cold look.

"Where's my master?"

Mentioning this, Wuzhi suddenly fell silent.

Ning Qing took a few steps forward and grabbed his lapel: "Tell me!"

Raising his head, Ning Qing suddenly froze.

A drop of tear slipped from the end of Wu Zhi's eyes, and dripped down Ning Qing's hand along his chin.

Ning Qing's hands loosened.

In his memory, Wuzhi has always been unrestrained and arrogant, even when the eight sects were attacking him, he just turned a blind eye.

Ning Qing didn't want to believe it was tears for a while, he suddenly felt worried, stepped forward and squeezed Wu Zhi's skirt: "Tell me!!"

After a long time, Ning Qing seemed to realize something. He was stunned for a while, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

"Wu Zhi, you are not human..."

"Wuzhi, you bastard!!"

Ning Qing slammed Wuzhi down, and drew his sword across Wuzhi's neck: "Without him, would you still be standing here?"

Wuzhi fell to the ground without any resistance.

"Three days and three nights in the pool of the abyss, who do you think brought you out?"

"The Eight Great Sects attacked you back then, did you think you could really resist it with your own strength?"

Ning Qing suddenly choked up.

"Do you think...how did you come back to life?"

"It was he who collected your remnant soul after your death, regardless of the opposition of the various sects..."

"It was he who plucked the firefinch's hair at the Flame Volcano, dug out the heart of the Tengu in the Wuqi Prison, and then poured it into the endless seawater of the North and South Seas, finally creating a small ball that can resurrect the dead..."

Speaking of this, Ning Qing's eyes were already wet with tears.

"Damn you..."

"You don't deserve to live in this world!" Ning Qing roared heartbreakingly, "Damn you!!"

The sky and the earth suddenly shook, and a corner of the blue sky suddenly shattered, and blue fragments fell.

The world is collapsing.

Wuzhi only felt a pain in his head and passed out.

There seemed to be a voice in his ear talking non-stop. He wanted to hear it clearly, but he couldn't.

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感谢收看，鞠躬~感谢在2020-11-1520:32:01~2020-11-1619:13:27期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Yunqingyan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!