White-haired Demon Lord and Senior Brother

◎Chopped off a section of broken thoughts◎

Zhu Yanfeng personally cooked a pot of porridge with minced meat and vegetables, first brought a bowl of porridge to the small building, gently placed it on the table, hung up the gauze curtain, hugged Huang Yan, gently lifted his upper body, and let him sit on the bed. On the couch, set up a pillow in front of the bed railing so that he could sit firmly against the pillow, sort out his hair a little bit, and put aside a few long silver hairs that fell to his face, and said to him: "Yan'er is sick. I can only eat something lighter, so I cooked meat porridge."

Afterwards, Zhu Yanfeng got up immediately, walked to the table, picked up the bowl of porridge that was still on the tray, sat on the edge of the bed again, scooped up a spoonful of hot porridge, blew the heat carefully, and tasted it with the tip of his tongue. After checking the temperature, he felt that the tip of his tongue was not hot, so he brought it to Huang Yan's mouth. After Huang Yan slightly opened his mouth to hold the porcelain spoon, he slowly fed the meat porridge.

The porridge is very delicate, neither thin nor thick. It is very fragrant and soft when you eat it. The minced pork is dense, and the pieces are like snowflakes. When you eat it, it melts immediately without any hardness. The aroma of meat and white rice is fused to the extreme. The smell of green vegetables is completely removed, and the existence of green vegetables cannot be felt at all in the mouth.

Huang Yan took only one mouthful and had endless aftertaste. He hurriedly ate the second and third spoonfuls that Zhu Yanfeng fed... While eating, he looked at Zhu Yanfeng until he had eaten the bottom of the bowl, but he still didn't feel full. Grabbing Zhu Yanfeng's forearm, he opened his lips and asked, "Is there any more? Give me another bowl."

Zhu Yanfeng gently wiped away the remaining stains around his lips with a clean kerchief, and replied: "There are still more. You can eat as many bowls as you want." Then he stood up, put the empty bowl on the tray, and Pick up the tray in your hand and go downstairs to fill another bowl of porridge.

Huang Yan suddenly remembered, put his head out with his hands on the couch, and asked his back: "But what about your dinner tonight?"

Zhu Yanfeng turned his head and replied with a smile: "When you are full, I will eat as much porridge as you have left."

Huang Yan watched the tall figure turn around and disappear at the door. Although he felt that he had taken it for granted in front of him, he felt sorry for him in his heart and cared about his hard work, but this kind of feeling only stuck in his throat. Li, it's hard to speak.

After Zhu Yanfeng went downstairs, he sat in the courtyard, holding a bowl in one hand and a wet dishcloth in the other, and carefully wiped the bowl in his hands. There were only two bowls, but he washed them for a while. While washing the dishes, he meditated.

He remembered a past event. At that time, Huang Yan was ten years old. He competed with him in swordsmanship in the bamboo forest. The sharp blades clashed quickly in mid-air, drawing sparks from time to time. When the breeze blew, the bamboo leaves fell one after another, drifting like snow, The sharp blade cut off the bamboo leaves in mid-air, and the quick and chaotic steps crushed the broken bamboo leaves mercilessly.

He couldn't remember the number of moves, but he missed and hurt Huang Yan, only to hear Huang Yan let out a scream, and watched Huang Yan fell to the ground holding the sword in dumbfounded.The competition caused Huang Yan to break out a lot of sweat, exhausted his strength, a sudden sword wound, blood spilled on the bamboo leaves, exacerbated the weakness of his body, and immediately passed out.

He panicked and ran back to Yingqing's monastery with Huang Yan in his arms. Huang Yan developed a fire evil in a coma. Get rid of the fire evil and wake up.

The chirping of one or two sparrows on the roof tiles interrupted his thoughts and brought him back to his senses. He found that he had washed the bowls and porcelain spoons, so he packed them up, went upstairs again, and came to the bed Look at Huang Yan, at this hour, Huang Yan was already asleep, and one hand was exposed from under the quilt. He immediately held this hand gently, put it under the quilt carefully, and covered Huang Yan with the quilt again, and then Sitting on the edge of the bed.

From time to time, he lightly touched Huang Yan's forehead to check the strength of Huo Xie, and the extra-normal warmth penetrated into his fingertips. Even though he saw his peaceful sleeping face at this moment, Zhu Yanfeng still sighed softly with distress.

Just suddenly, Huang Yan woke up in a daze in a dream, half opened his eyes, opened his lips slightly and said: "Thirsty, I want water, drink water..."

After Zhu Yanfeng heard this, he immediately agreed: "I'll get it for you right away!" Then he left the bed, picked up the teapot from the table, poured a cup of warm water into the cup, hurried back to the bed, and sat on the edge of the bed , gently supported Huang Yan's upper body with the other hand, and slowly fed warm water into his mouth.

After drinking the water, Huang Yan closed his eyes again, and fell asleep again. Zhu Yanfeng gently placed him on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and looked at his face. Zhu Yanfeng thought that he needed to drink water to get rid of the evil spirit, so he I went downstairs to boil a pot of water, and came back with a hot teapot. I put it on the dresser together with the teacup, and the bottom of the teapot was placed on a round straw mat for heat insulation.

Every few quarters of an hour, Huang Yan wakes up in a daze again, mumbling to drink water, Zhu Yanfeng conveniently feeds him water, and checks the strength of his fire evil time and time again, but he almost takes a mouthful of warm water Did not drink either.

At this moment, in the Guozijian, Yang Xinsu felt melancholy for a whole day. After Yang Qingyuan forcibly borrowed her court order, she could only hang around in the Guozijian or around the Guozijian, unable to leave the front palace or enter the middle school. The palace is like an earth-bound spirit.

Li Zhen didn't see Yang Xinsu for a few days, and he was anxious to think about it. He couldn't concentrate on half of the papers in Canglan Pavilion, so he only handed over the rest to the left and right Cheng Huanying and Hongli, and left Canglan Pavilion alone , walked to the Guozijian, and when passing a nine-hole bridge, out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently found the solitary shadow on the bank behind him in the shape of Yang Xinsu. behind.

Yang Xinsu bent down to pick up the small stones on the ground, and threw her hands into the lake randomly. The farther she threw, the more interested she was, as if she took her melancholy as the small stones in her hands. Just suddenly one point.

Li Zhen said without greeting, "Why are you throwing it here..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Xinsu suddenly became excited as if exploded, and shouted: "Wow!" Looking back, he became even more excited when he saw that it was Li Zhen, and shouted again: "Why is it always you?" scare me behind my back!"

Li Zhen was slightly stunned: "I scared you like this?"

After Yang Xinsu heard this, she felt very unhappy, put her hands on her slender waist, and blurted out: "I said you scared me, you should apologize to me immediately, even if you are a saint!"

Li Zhensheng was afraid that he would be angry, so he hurriedly added an apology: "I'm sorry."

Yang Xinsu curled her lips, still feeling unsatisfied: "I apologized only after I told you, it feels insincere."

Li Zhen glanced at his face, and said with concern: "You don't seem to be in a good mood today? Is it because of me?"

Yang Xinsu replied: "Don't mention it! It's all Uncle Wuyan's business, and I've been implicated..."

Li Zhen was curious: "Did your uncle bully you?"

Yang Xinsu turned around, faced the lake, let the breeze blow her strands of hair, and replied: "No, it is..." After a pause, she couldn't help being distressed: "I don't know what to say, that person just wanted to see him. took my pass..."

Li Zhen heard a half-knowledge, and asked in confusion: "Which person?"

Yang Xinsu said distressedly: "I don't know who he is, anyway, he took away my pass, so I can only hang around nearby and cannot enter the deep palace."

Li Zhen replied: "I'm here to find you. If you want to enter the deep palace now, I can take you there."

Yang Xinsu turned her head back, showing a sweet smile, her mood brightened suddenly, and by the way, she offered a condition: "You take me into the deep palace, do you have something delicious and fun for me?"

It was rare for Li Zhen to see his smile like this, and he couldn't help but be fascinated by it, so he agreed: "I can promise you whatever you want to eat and play with."

Yang Xinsu was so happy that she hurriedly pushed his back lightly, pushed him away, and urged: "Then let's go quickly!"

Li Zhen was pushed, and his steps were not smooth at all, so he hurriedly said, "Xinsu! Can you let me walk by myself?"

At the same time, in the Bukun Court of the Imperial Garden, Yang Qingyuan, wearing a light beige wide-sleeved long gauze shirt without inkstone and a tea-white cross-collared robe with a light beige collar with plum blossom dark patterns, was sitting in the pavilion connected to the corridor. On the stool in the courtyard, just as his fingertips left Zhongruan's strings, he looked back at Wu Yan who was squatting on the rockery outside the pavilion.

Yang Qingyuan opened his lips: "How long do you want to watch that fish?"

Wu Yan replied: "It's not an ordinary fish, it's a koi that can jump over a dragon's gate."

Yang Qingyuan smiled and said: "I only know sweet and sour carp and braised koi. It's more practical to taste its delicacy than watching it wagging its tail in the water." man of.

Wu Yan couldn't understand the meaning of his words, he calmly looked at the carp floating in the water, and said: "There are no brocade carp on Yangui Island, and there is no lotus pond, only the bowl lotus planted in a big vat."

Yang Qingyuan answered: "So you are so rare about it? There are no wild cats on Yangui Island. The only cat is the kitten you brought back." In the bamboo basket placed beside him, Hei Hei curled up into a ball and lay down. With a small chin and a cat's hand gently resting on the edge of the basket, the eyes are half-closed, with a cute look that seems to be sleeping but not sleeping.

Wu Yan stood up, and changed the subject without even saying hello: "Your clothes have been sent to the laundry room, you should dry them faster after the rain is over."

Yang Qingyuan couldn't help but said: "Are you driving me away again? Do you really want to drive me away?"

Wu Yan replied: "After all, you are not an honored guest of the palace. It has been a long time since you came here uninvited, and you will be kicked out sooner or later."

Yang Qingyuan answered again: "For most of the day, I only saw one princess, and I didn't even see the emperor and the Supreme Emperor. This trip to the palace is not considered a return of capital."

Wu Yan doubted: "Would you be rare for a member of the royal family who holds a lot of power?" He walked back to the pavilion slowly, and picked up the bamboo basket.

Yang Qingyuan took it for granted, "Of course."

This answer was far beyond Wu Yan's expectation, and he was speechless immediately.

Yang Qingyuan also stood up, put Zhongruan on his back, saw Wu Yan hanging the bamboo basket on his arm and walking away, immediately followed him.The cat lying in the bamboo basket turned over, leaning the back of its head against the inside of the basket, and licked the cat's hands leisurely. The moving basket made it more carefree.

After walking for a while, the sound of sword dancing suddenly came from nearby. Yang Qingyuan was curious, so he asked Wu Yan, "Who do you think is practicing sword here?"

Wu Yan replied bluntly: "There are many people who know swordsmanship in the inner palace. I really can't guess who they are just by listening to the voice."

Yang Qingyuan boldly suggested: "Go and have a look?" After speaking, he followed the sound and left.

Wu Yan couldn't stop him, and was afraid that he would offend the sword practitioner if he went, so he hurriedly followed him.

The author says:

In ancient times, high body temperature was called chi fever, and the axillary temperature needle was an ancient thermometer.