Dressed as the apex pet of a cold master

At dawn on the second day, Yun Shuhua fell ill.

He opened his heavy eyes, and the world reflected in them was dizzying.

Yun Shuhua only felt chills all over his body, his throat was dry and sore, and his whole body was weak.At that time, the sky outside the window was not bright yet, and the dark window didn't let in any light, so he couldn't tell what time it was.

I vaguely remembered that I was going to find Master last night, but for some reason I fell asleep on the bed.In his sleep, he also vaguely felt that the master was standing beside the bed talking to him, but he couldn't remember what he said.

Master shouldn't be in any danger...

Thinking of this, Yun Shuhua felt as if fireworks were exploding in his mind, and it hurt again and again. He frowned, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, and fell asleep again unconsciously.

When I opened my eyes again, the sky outside the window was still not bright.

"Hiss—" Yun Shuhua sat up slowly from the bed rubbing his sore forehead, blinked, and his eye sockets were sore.

There was only one erratic kerosene lamp glowing in the room. He turned his head to look, and the halo of the lamp turned into layers of light circles and projected in his pupils.

This sleep time is really long, you can't sleep from early morning to sunset, right?

I blame myself for being too slack yesterday, and I caught a cold at night, causing my body to go wrong, and I still have a fever at this critical moment.

By the way, where is Master?

Yun Shuhua rubbed his sleepy eyes and lifted the quilt, and carefully browsed the furnishings in the room, but his arms were so weak that he couldn't support him out of bed. After struggling with his body for a while, he lay back on the bed obediently.

Very thirsty, want to drink water.

Yun Shuhua's eyes were half closed, and he felt that the magic power contained in his body seemed to turn around a little.

While half asleep, the wooden door of the dormitory was pushed open, and a jade-like clear shadow stepped in with a wooden desk in hand.

The wind blowing on the man was cool, with a faint fragrance in it, which awakened Yun Shuhua's five senses.

Low Ci's words sounded in his ears, the man brushed away his messy hair, his eyes fell on his pink cheeks, and he said slowly: "If Xiaohua wakes up, get up and eat something, what are you doing today? I fell asleep for a day and had to eat."

Hearing this, Yun Shuhua opened his eyes in a panic, and looked at Jing Fan.

"Master... I actually fell asleep for a whole day today?"

His voice was hoarse and difficult, and he tried to sit up from the bed in disbelief, saying indiscriminately: "Did anything bad happen this morning, did the illusion change... What's the current situation?"

He asked three questions in a row, the words were vague and logical, and everything was messed up.

Yun Shuhua wanted to care if there were any strange scars on Jing Fan's body, but he didn't dare to contact him rashly, he just looked at him cautiously and tested with his eyes.

"Nothing happened, and the body of the apprentice is still the most important thing."

Jing Fan seemed to understand what he meant, put his warm hand on Yun Shuhua's shoulder, and led him to sit in front of the bed, holding the wooden case in his right hand, which was placed on the small wooden table next to him.

There was a bowl of steaming porridge on the small case, and the aroma wafted in the air.

Jing Fan picked up the porcelain bowl, handed it to Yun Shuhua, and said, "Drink it, sleep a little longer, and your high fever will fade away."

"...Thank you, Master."

Yun Shuhua was indeed hungry. He took the bowl and tried to take a bite into his mouth in a daze. A few drops of hot tears burst out of his eyes.

Suddenly, as if hearing a barely audible sigh, Jing Fan took the bowl from his hand and said in a deep voice, "You were still distracted while eating, what were you thinking about?"

Yun Shuhua looked at him with teary eyes, and said guiltily, "It's my fault, I won't do it again."

He was just thinking, why did Master just bring a bowl of hot porridge, could this bowl of porridge be Master's own handicraft?In all honesty, the porridge swallowed in one gulp was boiling hot, but it tasted very good. If it was made by Master, it would be too powerful.

Yun Shuhua did not doubt Jingfan's methods at all. In his eyes, the master who was trapped in the illusion could still handle things with ease.

"No need to apologize."

The snow-white satin was slowly worn, Jing Fan pushed back the corner of the quilt, sat down beside his bed, and moved the porridge bowl to the disciple again.

"I watch you eat as a teacher, so I can't be as careless as before."

While the candle was flickering, his expression was gentle and calm, his eyes were like stars in the sky, reflecting Yun Shuhua's face.

"..." Yun Shuhua silently brought the porcelain bowl in front of him, and finally drank the porridge without any mistakes.

Seeing the disciple's obedient expression, Jing Fan took the leftover bowl and said, "If disciple is sleepy, continue to rest, don't worry about other things."

Yun Shuhua nodded heavily, hummed, seeing the man's white clothes disappearing at the threshold of the bedroom, his heart was burning, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

Master may seem difficult to get close to, but after getting along for a long time, you can find that he is a gentleman like a pearl in the sky, and his gentleness can be seen from the subtleties.

Yun Shuhua lay back on the bed again, the spiritual sea was much clearer than before, and thoughts followed one after another.

It has been a long time to take care of Jiang Shuwan on the mountain these days, so long that he has forgotten how it feels to be taken care of by others. He doesn't have to think about anything, don't care about anything, just lie quietly on the bed, and someone will come forward care.

What does it matter if you are not in Xingzhu? Apart from the poorer conditions, how different is your current life from Qingwu Mountain?

Yun Shuhua thought about it for a while under the blanket, but couldn't fall asleep.He simply put on his clothes, rubbed his sleepy eyes and stepped out of the dormitory.

As soon as I went out, a refreshing evening breeze blew in my face. At this time, the sky was dark, and the dilapidated small courtyard in front of me couldn't show the whole picture. I could only see a few clumps of weeds scattered beside the ancient pagoda tree, and a few lingering fireflies. Go around and be eye-catching.

Yun Shuhua wandered around to digest food, and suddenly saw a gurgling stream flowing through the backyard. Looking in the direction, it should extend to the nearby hills.

I don't know if it was because of the bowl of hot porridge, but he felt energetic and full of mana. He tried to squeeze a formula, but he saw the crystal light wrapped around his wrist.

Since entering Shuowang Town, his mana has been at a moderate level, but now he has recovered part of it, which is really helped by heaven.

With nothing to do, Yun Shuhua was tickled by the faint fragrance of tung tree leaves on the hill, so he walked a few steps quickly, walked along the stream, and climbed up the hillside little by little.

The high fever is still not healed, although he is a little physically weak, but he is full of energy. After a while, a large handful of tung tree branches with flower buds fell into his arms.

The fireflies on the side of the road wrapped around the hem of Yun Shuhua's clothes, and when he walked back from the path to the backyard, his body was already covered with the fragrance of tung tree.

Under the bright moon, the ancient locust tree in the backyard cast mottled and chaotic shadows on the ground. Yun Shuhua stood by the stream with his branches and leaves in his arms, and looked from a distance. Jing Fan sat quietly under the opposite tree, looking down at the stone table On a wooden carved chessboard.

As if feeling something in his heart, Jing Fan raised his eyes and looked at Yun Shuhua, and the two eyes met in the quiet night.

Yun Shuhua subconsciously raised his foot and wanted to step over, but his toes almost stepped into the stream, and then he took a few steps back with unsteady center of gravity, his face was a little hot.

Fortunately, it is dark now, and the people opposite should not be able to see his jokes.

Under the locust tree, Jing Fan rested his forehead lazily, silently watching his apprentice walk around the stream and walk in front of him.

"sit."

Seeing Yun Shuhua coming forward to salute, Jing Fan's face was calm, and he signaled him with his eyes.

The young man put aside a few tung tree branches and leaves, and sat down directly opposite Jing Fan, with a natural look on his face.

"What is Xiaohua holding in his hand?"

Jing Fan closed his eyes, as if he was just asking casually.

"The name of this flower is tung tree, and I just smelled its aroma when I went for a walk on the hill, so I couldn't help picking some," Yun Shuhua explained, "All the tung trees in the town have shed buds these days. , it should be about to bloom. The master is from the Eastern Region, so he may not recognize this kind of plant."

Seeing that Jing Fan was still closing his eyes, he added another sentence: "In our place, the tung flower has another name, which is called Wuyue Xue. It means that every year in May, the mountain blooms everywhere like falling snow. Tung flowers. But...the climate here is hotter than ours, and the flowering period is naturally earlier."

Wu Yuexue is a very elegant name.

Jing Fan opened his eyes, glanced lightly at the buds that were about to bloom, and said in a deep voice, "Since you like it, let's put it in front of the window and grow it."

"Thank you, Master!" Yun Shuhua nodded and smiled at him.

"Has Xiao Hua ever learned how to play chess?"

Jing Fan flicked his long sleeves slightly, and put a chess piece on the wooden board, only to hear a slap: "Today, my disciple was sleepy, and I made a wooden chess set because my master had nothing to do. You still understand the Tao, why not play a game of chess with the teacher."

Game?

Yun Shuhua looked at the brand new chessboard and thought: "I have learned it before, but it is far from being the master's opponent..."

"It doesn't matter," Jing Fan said slowly, "When I first entered this way as a teacher, I was just like you."

"Then let's play a game with Master." Yun Shuhua picked up a piece, randomly placed a position on the chessboard, and said guiltily, "Master, please."

His level of chess is really not good. He signed up for several rounds of water friends competitions in the company, but he was always eliminated in the semi-finals. If he used this strength to fight against Jing Fan, he would only suffer misfortune.

Sure enough, after about a stick of incense, Yun Shuhua saw the decline on his side. He tried his best to turn the situation around, but found that he was still choked to death by Jingfan's chess pieces and could not move.

"Existence and non-existence, difficult and easy complement each other, this is the way to reconcile yin and yang, and the chess game is also the same," Jing Fan saw that he was absent-minded, and said, "Both victory and defeat are in Xiaohua's hands. By your wit."

"I really don't have such a great skill, no matter how much I think about it, I can't figure out a way to turn defeat into victory." Yun Shuhua stopped his movements and said slowly, "This little trick makes Master laugh."

"Being defeated or winning is not the fate of chess pieces. If Xiaohua admits defeat, you will be the only one who really loses this game."

Jing Fan put away the chess pieces in his hand, and stared at him with eyes like a deep lake in a cold night.

"I'll ask you again as a teacher, in this chess game, you are doomed to be the loser. How do you win?"

"Master's words are a bit elusive. Since the apprentice's defeat is doomed, then he cannot win." Yun Shuhua said puzzled.

"What if the teacher wants to use Xiaohua as a pawn in the winning camp?"

"In this way, there will be no losers in this game. As long as Xiaohua is willing, it will be a happy ending for everyone."

The loser becomes a piece of the winner... There is no loser in this game.

Yun Shuhua's eyelids twitched, as if he felt that there was something in the teacher's words, as if he was borrowing things to describe others.

But what is he implying?

Seeing his hesitation, Jing Fan lightly tapped the stone table with his knuckles.

"Reply."

The author has something to say: I am not satisfied with half of the writing today, and overturned and rewritten it again, woo woo woo, sorry for the lateness orz

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