I married the sect leader home

The torrential rain had no intention of stopping at all. Cang Ming's hands and fingers resting on the tree trunk were slender, with well-defined joints, sliding down against the grain of the withered bark, and falling to his side.

The rain snaked down the back of the hand and dripped from the fingertips.

Cang Ming stood quietly in the rainstorm of the night, staring at the dark direction where Zhang Lanyu disappeared.

It seems that after a long time, Cang Ming blinked, the water droplets on the eyelashes flowed into the eyes, he raised his hand to wipe it, and rubbed his eyes a little red.

Cang Ming touched the position of his heart, lowered his eyes to cover his dark and unclear expression.

The next moment, Cang Ming rushed into the continuous rainstorm, his figure was as nimble as a black cat, and soon disappeared.

Cang Ming went back to the mansion one step ahead of Zhang Lanyu, changed his clothes, and stood behind the door, motionless like a sculpture.

Not long after, he listened attentively to the movement next door, and knew that it was Zhang Lanyu who had returned.

I vaguely heard Uncle Chen's deliberately lowered voice: "My lord, I'll ask my servants to boil a bucket of hot water, so you can take a good rest after taking a bath."

Zhang Lanyu's voice returned after a while: "...no need."

Seeing that he was stubborn, Uncle Chen wanted to persuade him again.

Zhang Lanyu explained: "I can't let anyone other than you and me know about my going out tonight."

Uncle Chen had no choice but to give up with a sigh.

After Uncle Chen left, Zhang Lanyu stood there in a daze for a while, and when he was about to close the door, he suddenly came out again, walked to Cang Ming's room next door, and stood at the door without knocking or speaking.

Cang Ming listened to the sound of Zhang Lanyu's footsteps stopped outside his room door, held his breath, and did not reveal the slightest sound.

Inside and outside the door, the two people who had their own thoughts were speechless.

Zhang Lanyu stood for a while, then turned and left.

Inside the door, Cang Ming knew that Zhang Lanyu was gone, but he didn't understand what the other party was doing or what he wanted to do.

Although he didn't understand the other party's motives, he knew that Zhang Lanyu was not in a good mood at this moment.

What should he do, or what can he do?

Cang Ming stood behind the door, analyzing his thoughts and feelings.

He stood quietly in the darkness until he could not hear any sound from the next door, then moved to the bedroom and lay down on the bed, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

After a sleepless night, Cang Ming kept his eyes open until dawn.

He looked sideways at the bright sunshine outside, surprised at how long it took him to recover his sanity this time.

Cang Ming got up immediately without lying on the bed.

Opening the window, the air on a sunny day after rain is extraordinarily fresh, mixed with the fragrance of soil and grass, which is extraordinarily refreshing.

Cang Ming's gaze stayed on the leaves that were especially emerald green after being washed by the rain, and the birds came chirping and stopped on the branches, looking up and down with black bean-like eyes, rubbing his small head against the crest of his neck, very naive.

The little bird jumped on the branch twice, and suddenly flapped its wings and flew away again.

Cang Ming fixed the window, turned around and walked out of the bedroom, walked to the outer hall, and left the room.

He came to the next door and knocked on the door of Zhang Lanyu's room.

After waiting for a while, there is no response inside.

Cang Ming hesitated for a moment, and pushed the door directly, but the latch inside got stuck, and he didn't push it open.

Cang Ming lowered his head, his reaction seemed to be delayed by half a beat, staring at the position of the door bolt for a moment.

Slowly, he turned his head and looked behind him to make sure that there was no one in the whole yard. His hand was like lightning, and he quickly slapped the door bolt with his palm, and the internal force directly broke the crossbar.

After entering the room, Cang Ming picked up the broken bolt and threw it out.

The two pieces of wood drew two rounded arcs in the air, fell into the flowers in the yard, smashed off the petals of a half-withered flower, and disappeared.

Cang Ming withdrew his gaze, entered the room, and looked in the direction of the bedroom: "Ah Yu?"

"Cough cough cough..."

A series of coughing sounds came from inside, and Zhang Lanyu responded in a dazed and hoarse voice: "Ah Ming?"

Cang Ming didn't realize that his brows were already furrowed, and went directly into the inner room, only to see Zhang Lanyu's face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and they were about to split.

Seeing Cang Ming come in, he tried his best to support his body with his hands and wanted to get up, but he didn't expect that he had no strength in his body, so he fell back directly.

Cang Ming stepped forward in a few strides, and pressed Zhang Lanyu's shoulder: "Don't move!"

Zhang Lanyu didn't dare to move anymore, Cang Ming's hands were icy cold, which made him shiver suddenly.

Cang Ming raised his hand and placed it on Zhang Lanyu's forehead, the temperature was hot, his eyes were deep, and he looked at Zhang Lanyu steadily.

Maybe it was because Cang Ming had been watching for too long, Zhang Lanyu suddenly felt uncomfortable. At this moment, Cang Ming in front of him made him feel extraordinarily domineering.

Zhang Lanyu's eyes flickered: "Ming, why...how did you enter my room?"

Cang Ming's voice was deep and serious, "You didn't close the door properly."

"... Oh." Zhang Lanyu wondered if he hadn't bolted the door properly last night, and he was a little slow to respond and slapped back a syllable.

Cang Ming looked at Zhang Lanyu's dazed and fragile appearance, and a part of his heart became extra soft. Zhang Lanyu like this was especially able to arouse people's desire to protect, even including him.

Cang Ming faced his own heart and finally understood why he stayed. Before that, he had already started to care about Zhang Lanyu subconsciously.

After using the secret technique, after listening to the discussion between Zhang Lanyu and Liu Ruoyue, he made women's clothes and wore skirts. In fact, he wanted to help Zhang Lanyu.

just now……

Cang Ming pulled the quilt to tuck the corners of the quilt for Zhang Lanyu, watching him with a gentle expression between his brows and eyes.

Now, he wants to protect Zhang Lanyu.

Cang Ming turned around and walked outside, touched the completely cooled teapot, turned to Zhang Lanyu inside and said, "You are suffering from the wind and cold, wait for a while, I will go to the kitchen and pour some hot water."

Zhang Lanyu was in a daze, and let out a muffled "hmm" from his nose. He watched Cang Ming leave the room, heard the sound of the door closing, and then suddenly realized that his Ah Ming seemed to... mature.

Zhang Lanyu stared at a pair of big, beautiful peach blossom eyes, his brain was burned and confused, like a ball of paste, and he couldn't think about it.

After Cang Ming left Zhang Lanyu's room, before he walked out of the gate of the courtyard, his eyes were in a daze, his body shook a few times, and he bumped his head against the bamboo at the gate of the courtyard.

He covered his forehead, and when he raised his head again, he revealed a pair of stubborn eyes filled with tears, which were clear and innocent, not at all deep and mature as before.

Cang Ming looked around in a daze, tried hard to hold back the tears, then suddenly remembered something, widened his eyes slightly, and jumped out like a rabbit.

He didn't run very far, and ran into Uncle Chen on the way, panicking like a lost child.

Uncle Chen hurriedly supported the leader who almost fell to the ground: "Young Master Ming, what are you in a hurry for?"

Cang Ming suppressed tears: "Ayu...Ayu, he..."

Uncle Chen was shocked: "What's wrong, young master?"

What happened last night, could it be that the young master couldn't think about it...

Cang Ming choked with sobs and said the second half of the sentence: "A Yu is sick, Uncle Chen, quickly call a doctor for A Yu!"

"..."

Uncle Chen re-pasted the shattered heart, and comforted the leader with soft words: "Young Master Ming, don't worry, my medical skills are good, let me show you, okay?"

Cang Ming's face immediately showed joy, and he took Uncle Chen's hand and walked away: "Uncle Chen, go see a doctor quickly, hurry up!"

Uncle Chen gave Zhang Lanyu a pulse, got up and walked out of the bedroom, dipped his pen in the ink, wrote a prescription and handed it to Xingchui: "Go to the pharmacy to get the medicine!"

Xing Chui glanced at the inner room, and the young master who was sitting on the head of the bed had a sick look on his face, which was worrying.

He turned his head and ran out. On the way to grab the medicine, he kept praying in his heart, hoping that the young master's illness would recover soon.

Uncle Chen wiped the ink on his fingers, looked at the leader who kept walking around him, asking "how is Ayu" and "how is Ayu?", and rubbed his forehead. How can the leader of the school be worthy of such a great responsibility?

In case it doesn't get better all the time, it's better for him to support the young master to be the leader.

Uncle Chen thought about something in his mind, and pulled Cang Ming back: "Mr. Ming, don't worry, Mr. His illness is nothing to worry about."

Zhang Lanyu was drenched in the rain and caught the wind and cold, so he was not seriously ill.

What's more, the young master's illness is considered a good thing. Miss Xuedie died tragically. During this time, the young master was depressed, and a serious illness would allow him to vent out the emotions that were pent up in his heart.

Uncle Chen looked at the weak Zhang Lanyu and sighed in his heart.

He stretched out his hand to greet Cang Ming: "Master Ming, let's go out and let you have a good rest."

Cang Ming shook his head vigorously: "I want to take care of Ayu here."

Uncle Chen glanced at the drowsy Zhang Lanyu, thought for a while, and nodded in agreement: "Then you be quiet, don't disturb the young master's rest, you understand?"

Cang Ming nodded obediently.

Uncle Chen was about to leave, but after walking a few steps, he turned back and asked worriedly, "Do you know how to take care of patients?"

Cang Ming shook his head in a daze, and then showed a unwilling expression, holding back tears: "I'm useless!"

When speaking, he did not forget to lower his voice, for fear of disturbing Zhang Lanyu.

Uncle Chen felt angina pectoris, glared at Cang Ming with a look of hatred, and dragged him to the outer hall to talk.

After carefully instructing some things, he asked again worriedly: "Do you remember everything?"

Cang Ming was full of confidence: "Remember!"

Uncle Chen secretly sighed a few words, turned and left, thinking as he walked: If the leader regains his sanity and memory someday in the future, will he be so ashamed as to resign from the position of leader of Tiansheng Sect?

It seems that the plan to train his son to become the leader can be put on the agenda.

Cang Ming tiptoed into the inner room without making a sound, took a clean cotton cloth and dipped it in water, and gently and carefully moistened Zhang Lanyu's chapped lips.

In a daze, Zhang Lanyu felt a coolness moisten his lips, as if a walker in the desert drank sweet spring water and subconsciously opened his mouth.

Cang Ming quickly took the cup, put it to his lips, and took a sip. After testing the temperature was just right, he gave Zhang Lanyu a drink with confidence.

I was afraid that the other party would choke, so I just fed him little by little, and it took about half a stick of incense to feed a glass of water.

Zhang Lanyu fell asleep sitting on the head of the bed after taking his pulse. Cang Ming saw that he seemed to be sleeping uncomfortably, so he picked him up with a quilt and gently laid him flat on the bed.

During this process, Zhang Lanyu's eyelids trembled, he opened a crack, and saw a familiar silhouette in a daze: "... Ah Ming?"

Cang Ming was annoyed: "Ayu, I'm sorry, did I disturb you?"

Zhang Lanyu shook his head slightly, his voice was hoarse and painful, and he could hardly speak, but seeing how pitiful his family Ah Ming was, he couldn't help but want to comfort him, resisting the pain in his throat It hurts, and he was about to speak, but his mouth was covered by a hand.

Cang Ming knelt on one leg beside the bed, leaned his upper body forward, and blocked Zhang Lanyu's head. He softened his voice and said, "Ayu, don't talk. Uncle Chen said that you have a sore throat when you are sick, so you can't talk."

He thought for a while, and then said: "What do you want, point it out to me, if you want to drink water or eat something, just write it to me and write it in my palm."

Cang Ming spread out his hand, palm up, and placed it next to Zhang Lanyu's pillow: "My hand is placed here, you can see it as soon as you open your eyes."

Zhang Lanyu tilted his head slightly, looking at Cang Ming's slender and powerful fingers with well-defined joints, which fascinated him by their beauty.

However, at this moment, there is no charm in his heart, it is full of tenderness that can melt away.

Zhang Lanyu moved his hand out of the bed, and lightly rested his fingertips on Cang Ming's palm.

Cang Ming focused all his attention on Zhang Lanyu's fingers.

For a long while, Cang Ming stared at the motionless hand, raised a pair of slightly confused eyes, and asked cautiously: "Ayu, what do you want to eat? Haven't you thought about it yet?"

"..."