It's not good to be a priest of heaven

Si Nan was ill for two months but still didn't get better. Yang Ling was so anxious that he called all the imperial doctors in the palace to see him. However, the conclusions they came to were surprisingly consistent. .

Yang Ling stepped into Sinan's room with the medicine bowl in his hand, and handed the medicine bowl under his nose, "Drink quickly."

Si Nan was sitting at the table reading a book, he just glanced at the bowl of dark brown medicine and said "put it first" before continuing to read.

Yang Ling took out the book in his hand, as if he would never finish with you if he didn't drink, "No, I must watch you drink it today."

Si Nan stared at him silently for a while, which made Yang Ling's heart shudder, but this time, no matter what, he had to watch him drink the bowl of medicine with his own eyes.He has been ill for so long, and during this period of illness, he has returned to the indifference and alienation he had when he first met him. Yang Ling only thought that he was ill and had a temper, and never thought of anything else.As for his illness that could not be cured for a long time, Yang Ling thought, if he was not good enough, then he would take him around to visit famous doctors, and he didn't believe that he could not be cured.

Si Nan turned his head away, picked up the bowl of medicine on the table, drank it all in one gulp, and said in a cold tone, "Is it all right?"

Seeing him drink it, Yang Ling reached out and fed the candy to his lips, "Eat it."

His sudden movement startled Si Nan, he clenched his right hand resting on his knee, and his left hand subconsciously grasped the hand he extended.

Seeing him looking at him with sparkling eyes, Yang Ling suddenly said, "Why are you in a daze? I know this medicine is bitter, so I brought you candy."

Si Nan looked at him with complicated eyes, but after a few seconds of stalemate, he shook his hand, "No need."

The candy fell to the ground, rolled several times on the ground, and was finally covered in dust.

Yang Ling looked at the candy, his eyes dimmed, and he looked at him puzzled, "What's wrong with you recently?"

Si Nan lowered his eyes and said, "It's nothing."

What can he do!He just didn't want to leave him, so he procrastinated his illness. He said that he would send him away when he recovered. Pour yourself a bucket of cold water to delay the disease, this approach is very naive, even he himself looks down upon it, but...

"Sinan, what's on your mind? Or are you in some trouble? Tell me, and I will try my best to help you."

"..."

Seeing that he didn't speak again, Yang Ling was suddenly a little irritable, but when he heard the person in front of him cough twice, his agitation instantly turned into softness and helplessness. He bent down slightly, held his shoulder, and looked into his eyes , staring at him, "What's wrong with you? Don't keep silent, I will worry about you."

Si Nan and him looked at each other, full of grievances in his heart, sore and uncomfortable, he closed his eyes to hide the emotions he was about to express, and moved his forehead forward to offset his.

Yang Ling's hand on his shoulder tightened slightly, looking at the person who was close at hand, but he didn't avoid it. Through the touching foreheads, he seemed to be able to feel his strong affection...

In the evening, when the dark clouds covered the moon, Yang Ling stood in front of the window. Thinking of the scene during the day, he couldn't calm down for a long time. Could it be that Sinan...has a different feeling for him?

Suddenly there was a soft sound from the next door, Yang Ling frowned, put his hands on the window lattice and jumped out of the window, just in time to see a figure coming out of the Ninth Prince's Mansion while rising and falling.

Simon...

What is he doing out so late?

Yang Ling tapped his toes and chased him in the direction he left.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, the streets are empty, and the night lures out all the ghosts and snakes that haunt the darkness. They can't wait, and they scramble to step into the world.The thick night heightened the eerie atmosphere to the extreme.

With cold eyes, Si Nan squeezed the evil spirit in his hand to death, and then threw the lifeless evil spirit on the ground like a rag in disgust. There were more than a dozen green-faced evil spirits on the ground that could not die any more.

He stood among these dead evil spirits, took out a white handkerchief, frowned and wiped the green viscous liquid on his hands in distaste. More and more evil spirits appeared here recently... If he hadn't used the The magic of attracting evil spirits, I am afraid that these things will go to the person he is guarding...

After wiping his fingers clean, he transformed into a jade flute, held the flute to his lips, and blew a purifying tune with spiritual energy between his fingers.

The melody was long and long, and under the purification of this melody, the dozen dead evil spirits under his feet gradually disappeared like smoke.

Yang Ling watched the strange scene from the sidelines. After he finished the song, he walked over and said with a smile, "Sinan, are you a Taoist?"

Seeing him approaching, Si Nan's eyes flashed with panic, and he forced himself to calm down and said, "Why are you here?!"

Yang Ling rolled his eyes, "If I wasn't here, wouldn't I not be able to see this side of you?"

Si Nan said: "You... have seen it all..."

Yang Ling raised his eyebrows and joked, "I've seen everything I need to see."

Simon: "..."

He turned and walked away without a word.Yang Ling stood at the same spot and looked curiously at the strange creature just now, but now it disappeared completely. Sinan is really hiding something... Could it be that he is someone from the mountains?

As soon as Si Nan turned around, he saw that not only did he not follow, he was still standing there with his chin propped on one hand, looking at the already empty ground, pursed his lips, walked back, and stood in front of him.

Yang Ling looked up at him and said, "Why are you back?"

Si Nan said one word briefly: "Hand."

Yang Ling didn't know why, but he still stretched out his hand, "Why?"

Si Nan looked down at his hands, and seriously tied the braided red rope firmly around his wrist.

Yang Ling looked at the red string on his wrist and said helplessly, "What do you guys wear this for?"

But Si Nan said solemnly: "Don't take it off!" His spiritual power is attached to the red rope, which can save his life when he encounters evil spirits.

Yang Ling saw that his face was sombre, and his tone was undeniably tough, so he could only say, "I don't want to take it, I just wear it all the time."

Seeing his answer, Sinan's expression finally eased a little, he turned around and wanted to leave, but seeing him still standing there, he took his hand and walked forward without any explanation.

Yang Ling was led by him and followed him step by step, his eyes fell on their clasped hands, but he turned away with a burning light, and said softly: "Tomorrow is the annual hunting meeting, you... Shall I go with you?"

Hearing this, Si Nan stopped in his tracks, remained silent for a long time, and finally nodded with his back to him.

Yang Ling raised a smile on his lips, "Are we reconciled?" Although he really didn't know why Sinan was angry with him?Why is it nice and cold to him?

However, Sinan just continued to walk forward without saying a word, but the strength of holding his hand became a little stronger.

Although he didn't speak, Yang Ling understood what he meant by feeling the force coming from his hands, and a smile appeared on the corners of his eyes and brows.

The bright moon peeked out from behind the clouds at some unknown time, and the bright moonlight shone on them, stretching their shadows and overlapping them.