The bright moon sits on the ground

While Fang Qisheng's attention was completely attracted by the plate of candied fruit, Nie Qiu walked around behind the screen.

The light brown liquid medicine in the wooden barrel exudes curling white smoke, and you can smell the bitter aura as soon as you get close.

In addition to the medicinal liquid, they also prepared some scalding hot water for wiping the body after soaking in the medicinal bath.

Nie Qiu put clean towels and clothes on the screen, approached the barrel, and stretched out his hand to test the water temperature.

It's not too hot, it's an acceptable temperature.

Fingers pushed aside the light brown liquid, and the medicinal liquid rippled, rushing to the sides of the wooden barrel, splashing small splashes.

The grain gradually subsides, and a sparkling water shines in the center of the barrel.

Immediately, the streamer dissipated and gathered again, slowly floating on the water surface, and condensed into a dense disc.

Right in front of my eyes, it seems that I can hold Mingyue into my arms as long as I stretch out my hand.

Nie Qiu almost immediately recalled the night he drank wine to the moon before the heaven sacrifice ceremony in his previous life.

The wine jar was shattered, and drunkenness surged up. He vaguely saw a rabbit the size of a grain of rice bouncing up and down between the shadows of the bright moon and clouds. In an instant, it melted into the night wind and disappeared.

That round of bright moon seemed to have some kind of fatal attraction, so Nie Qiu couldn't help reaching out to touch it.

The full moon spread out and turned into three crescent moons that complement each other.

Steaming liquids are more dangerous than flames.

When Nie Qiu's fingers were almost touching the water, the copper bell on his wrist fell heavily and fell into the barrel.

The bright moon on the water scattered and shattered into floating streamers.

The burning sensation brought by the three pot moons swept through the whole body in an instant.

Nie Qiu woke up, and subconsciously looked at the window that he had closed with his own hands.

I don't know when the window was blown open by the wind, revealing the bright moon outside.

He walked over thoughtfully and closed the window again, locking it with the latch.

The scorching temperature is actually very similar to the feeling of catching a cold and having a high fever, and it is not unbearable.

Nie Qiu looked at the calm and waveless water, it was light brown, dark, and there was no moonlight at all.

Fang Qisheng at the other end of the screen saw that he had not moved for a long time, and called out, "Nie Qiu?"

"It'll be fine right now."

He replied, rolled up his cuffs, stood on the wooden bench, reached into the deep bucket and took out the copper bell.

The red rope has been soaked in the medicinal liquid, and there is a pungent fishy smell.

Nie Qiu cleaned it and wrapped it around his wrist again.

Looking around the screen, the plates on the table were indeed empty, and the candied fruit probably all went into Fang Qisheng's stomach.

Asking Fang Qisheng to straighten up slightly, Nie Qiu passed his hands under his armpits to untie the gauze on his back waist, and asked, "Didn't Miracle Doctor Xiao say anything to avoid?"

"Don't be cold, don't be spicy..." Fang Qisheng felt Nie Qiu's hair rubbing against his chin, and he couldn't help but raise his head to make his movements more convenient. "There is nothing else, originally It's not a serious physical illness."

A strand of black hair hung down and stopped in front of his forehead, somewhat blocking his view.

When Nie Qiu was about to let go of the gauze and turn to brush the lock of hair, Fang Qisheng reached out and stroked it behind his ear.

So Nie Qiu didn't let go, and simply took off all the gauze on his body in one breath, and put it aside.

Fang Qisheng had quite a few wounds, from his chest to his back, from his collarbone to his ankles. When the doctor bandaged his wounds, he only bandaged the serious wounds. After a few days, the wounds on his body were more or less gone. The scars have formed, but the newly added knife wound on the arm when the bloodletting needs to be careful not to touch the water.

Both of them were about the same size, and it took Nie Qiu a lot of effort to bring Fang Qisheng to the edge of the bathtub, half-greedy and half-embraced.

When his body was completely submerged in the liquid medicine, Fang Qisheng still frowned.

Doctor Xiao emphasizes on prescribing the right medicine, if it hurts, he can only endure it, because only in this way can he recover as soon as possible.

The burning sensation, the tingling sensation as if being pricked by a needle, and the bitter and unpleasant smell of medicine in the nose all make people dizzy.

He couldn't help exhaling a long breath to relieve the indelible pain.

Nie Qiu combed Fang Qisheng's long hair behind him, and tied a hair tie behind his head to prevent it from being contaminated with the liquid medicine.

From his point of view, Fang Qisheng's eyebrows were raised, his lips were pursed into a line, and further down, there was a vertical paw print on the collarbone, and the muscles on his chest were raised due to years of exercise. Clear and not exaggerated.

The sweat on the cheeks slowly slid down, leaving a trail of water on the skin, and finally dripped into the tub.

"It hurts?"

Hearing Nie Qiu's voice, Fang Qisheng replied, "A little bit, I shouldn't have finished that plate of candied fruit just now."

If he had left a candied fruit and put it in his mouth to taste the sweetness, he wouldn't feel so bad now.

It is impossible to ask for another set now, Nie Qiu thought, he had roughly counted before, and the number of that set was quite a lot.

Eating too many sweet things won't do, let alone it's still night.

"Then talk to me and divert your attention." Nie Qiu picked up a topic at random, "What is the Vermillion Bird Gate like?"

Fang Qisheng frowned a little, and said: "The devil should come out, this door is indispensable, but ever since the former deputy door master attacked me, my master has been doing it for me. They were left out in the cold. After that, the magician came here, just like the one you saw today, his name is 'Dian Dan', it's half way The demon scar that joined was originally a member of the Holy Medical Pavilion, but later he wanted to live as he wanted, so he defected."

"Although everyone in the world thinks that the devil is willing to beat up Zheng and has a bad temper, but that's not always the case. We just do what we want to do. If people don't offend me, I won't offend others. That sentence describes the talents of Suzakumen It is the most suitable." He coughed twice, "This has something to do with the sect master Ji Wanghe, he has always been crazy, after becoming the sect master, everyone in the Suzaku sect became like that, hidden In the southwest mountains, whereabouts are treacherous, whoever comes will be killed."

"The case of the Jia family is also related to Ji Wanghe, right?" Nie Qiu continued.

"I've heard a little bit that he attacked the wife of the second son of the Jia family."

Fang Qisheng felt a headache, and rubbed his temples, "Who doesn't know that Ji Wanghe will retaliate, he is very narrow-minded, I guess it's just a small thing, and it's her bad luck, just happened to run into Ji Wanghe."

Nie Qiu pondered for a while, "Since you don't go to Zhuquemen, how can you make Ji Wanghe submit to you?"

"If I don't go, can't he come to me?" Fang Qisheng said with a smile, "Since the elder of Suzakumen is playing in the magic hall, Ji Wanghe will have to be restrained by my chief helm for a day. If I order him to come, he will Do you dare not come?"

He looked up at Nie Qiu from bottom to top.

A pair of eyes as black as pearls are full of bright light like stars, confident and arrogant.

"When Zhou Ru handed me the letter with the seal of the elder of Suzakumen, I will write to him immediately and ask him to return to Mofujin as soon as possible!" He said, "Then I will go back after half a month, and let him go back to the magic place." Scent the velvet cow to taste the anger. "

If Ji Wanghe dared to refuse, he would directly expel the Suzaku Sect from the Demon Scar and beat his sect to pieces.

Duan Que, the head of the Zuihuan Sect, has long wanted to merge the Zuihuan Sect into the Devil, but his master has always disagreed.

Fang Qisheng snorted softly.

No matter how unwilling he is, Ji Wanghe will not give him a way out this time.

As soon as the breath is released, the pain in the body becomes obvious.

Fang Qisheng couldn't help but gasped, calmed down, and concentrated on dealing with the beast-like liquid medicine.

His face was gloomy, very painful, and extremely sad.

Nie Qiu finally went downstairs to ask the kitchen for some candied fruit.

Fang Qisheng was finally satisfied, the old god was leaning on the side of the bathtub, and the pain caused by the medicinal bath seemed to disappear.

Like a hard-to-serve noble young master, he demands a lot, but he is easy to coax.

This strange thought flashed through Nie Qiu's mind, and he couldn't help but look at Fang Qisheng a few more times.

He always felt that sweet things were not to his taste, but every time he saw Fang Qi eating them raw, his index finger twitched.

As blessed as a soul, the person eating candied fruit suddenly turned his head and met his gaze.

Then Nie Qiu saw Fang Qisheng raise his hand, and handed over a candied kumquat.

So the person standing by the barrel brushed his long hair back, pressed his fingers on the edge of the tub, bent down, narrowed the distance between the two, and opened his mouth to hold the sweet kumquat.

The tip of the warm and moist tongue slid gently across the fingertips, which was inadvertent, but Fang Qisheng almost let go.

Fortunately, he calmed down in time, so that the candied fruit was not buried in the medicinal bath.

In Xiayan City... Fang Qisheng was in a complicated mood when he withdrew his hand, and Qin Rongchong's thoughts were not incomprehensible.

If Nie Qiu is not such a warm and polite personality, but a person who has no bottom line and commits crimes based on beauty...

Even if it is unintentional, it will make people lose their sense of propriety. If such an idea is really moved, few people will be able to refuse it.

The small and smooth candied fruit is stirred between the lips and tongue, and the sweetness of honey and the fragrance of kumquat are released at the same time.

It's not particularly sweet, but it's acceptable.

Nie Qiu casually chewed it twice in his mouth, rolled his Adam's apple, and swallowed.

The candied fruit was coated with a layer of syrup, so Nie Qiu put a hot towel on the side of the bucket so that Fang Qisheng could wipe his hands.

He tried the temperature of the water and saw that the medicinal liquid in the bucket was still hot, and he estimated that it would take a while to soak, so he went to change his clothes first.

Across the tall screen, only the sound of fabric rubbing from the opposite side can be heard, which is light and slow, like entangled thin threads.

Fang Qisheng was left alone in the tub, lost in thought.

When the water in the bucket gradually cooled down, Nie Qiu replaced it with warm clean water and asked Fang Qisheng to wash his body.

At this time, the moon was high and the stars were as bright as the day, so he opened the window to let the air in, and diffused the smell of medicine in the room by the way.

Fang Qisheng lay on the bed, feeling sleepy, and his eyelids began to fight.

Seeing Nie Qiu tidy up in a hurry, he waited for a long time, and finally asked, "How long did you sleep?"

"If you're sleepy, go to bed first."

Nie Qiu thought for a while, and added: "Remember to lean in and let me sleep on the outside."

Fang Qisheng yawned, and moved inside according to the words. The sleepiness made his thinking stagnate, and it took him a while to recover.

The fingertips seem to still have that warm and soft touch, which lasts for a long time and is hard to forget easily.

He has always been informal, but at this time, he felt a little strange in his heart.

The last time I felt this way was probably when Nie Qiu was drunk and half-awake and half-drowsy looking over at him.

"Huh?" Fang Qisheng uttered a syllable in his nasal cavity.

Nie Qiu stopped and explained: "I can take care of you by sleeping on the outside. If you feel pain in the middle of the night, hot or cold, or want to get up at night, I can get out of bed quickly and help you." Pack up."

When he said this, he seemed open and aboveboard, which set off his own weird thinking.

Fang Qisheng stroked the broken hair on his forehead, and said nothing further, "Okay."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-08-15?19：02：44～2020-08-23?11：34：13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

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