After dressing up as a demon

Shen Cang waited for Jiang Yundu to speak.

Before the accident happened, Jiang Yundu wanted Qianji to leave, so he wouldn't ask too much.

But Qianji had already been injured on the way up the mountain with him to gather herbs, and he believed that he should at least be responsible until the other party recovered.Keeping people at home makes the recovery process relatively easy.

"You want him to stay."

"Yes." Shen Cang said, "Do you want to hear the truth?"

Jiang Yundu rubbed the jade fracture with his hands behind his back, but didn't answer.

Shen Cang put his arms around Jiang Yundu's shoulders and took him two steps forward: "You know, we have no money."

"What does this have to do with Liu Wuyang?" Jiang Yundu swept across his hand, then looked up at him again.

"Why doesn't it matter?" Shen Cang settled the bill for him, "He lives here, and the medical expenses basically don't cost money, which means there is an extra mouth in the family, but if you send him home, the medicines his family grabs from the pharmacy are all gone. The price difference was made by the middleman, medical expenses, and compensation, all of which cost money, not to mention that everyone is a neighbor in the neighborhood, and they have to give gifts from time to time, plus this kid's mental damage. Do the math, if you sell you, you won’t be able to afford it.”

Jiang Yundu frowned: "Mental damage fee?"

Shen Cang said: "On the premise that this is going well, Liu Wuyang has just recovered from a serious illness, and suddenly because of such a serious injury to me, if there is a little sloppy, there is no guarantee that the condition will worsen, I always have to visit often—"

"Okay." Jiang Yundu brushed his hand away, "There's no need to say any more."

Shen Cang leaned on his shoulders and said with a smile, "I still disagree?"

Jiang Yundu turned his face slightly, narrowly catching his approaching breath, and quickly withdrew his gaze: "Ask knowingly."

The smile on Shen Cang's lips deepened: "We are a democratic family, which is called presenting the facts and reasoning."

Jiang Yundu glanced at him.

Since entering reincarnation, there are always a few meaningless words in Shen Cang's mouth.Or a unique title in the world.

"Don't worry, when he recovers, I will let him go immediately." Shen Cang flicked Jiang Yundu's face beside him, "Are you satisfied?"

Jiang Yundu recovered his senses, raised his hand to hold Shen Cang's finger, and pulled it from the side of his face.

Shen Cang didn't care, looked at the sky, and said to Jiang Yundu: "Is there anything else? I want to check the inventory."

He brought Liu Wuyang back in a hurry before he had harvested much medicine from the mountain, and now there is another necessary consumption, so he needs to make another list.

Jiang Yundu said: "I will accompany you."

Shen Cang understood that he was still wary of the patients inside, so he didn't refuse: "Yes."

The two entered again.

Qianji was sitting on the bed flipping a book, quiet, well-behaved, her face with little blood looked even more delicate.

Shen Cang went to the medicine cabinet to check.

Jiang Yundu walked to the bed.

Qianji's quiet hands began to tremble.

He quickly closed the book, pressed his disobedient hands on the quilt, and bowed his head to say hello: "Brother Jiang."

Jiang Yundu looked down at him.

Quiet changed into deathly stillness surrounding her body, Qianji swallowed, not daring to make any more noise.

Not long after, Shen Cang came back from taking inventory and said to Jiang Yundu, "Go and rest when you're tired."

"No need." Jiang Yundu said, "You go up the mountain to collect herbs, and I will stay."

Alone with Jiang Yundu?

Qianji's face was numb with stiffness.

Shen Cang thought for a while, and said to him: "That's fine, I'll go as early as possible and return as early as possible."

They had made it very clear just now that if Jiang Yundu had any objections, they would not tolerate Qianji staying here, let alone go back on what he said.

However, in order to prevent Jiang Yundu from running out of patience, Shen Cang still added: "Don't force it, I will talk about something when I come back."

Jiang Yundu said, "Yes."

Shen Cang said: "The decocted medicine should be ready soon, remember to let him drink it on time."

He took a pen and paper and wrote the precautions on the table, explained a few words to Jiang Yundu, then turned and left.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Qianji looked up cautiously.

Jiang Yundu was standing by the table, picked up the precautions written by Shen Cang, put it down quickly, and went to the stove to stir the medicinal soup.

Qianji watched in fear, not sure if this bowl of medicine could still be drunk, and if he would die if he drank it.

But for the great cause of the king, he has no choice.

"Snapped!"

Jiang Yundu didn't look back.

The corner of Qianji's mouth twitched, so he had no choice but to lift the quilt, get out of bed, and whispered: "Brother Jiang doesn't need to come over, I can just pick it up myself."

Jiang Yundu's back remained motionless.

"..." Qianji took a deep breath, dragged his useless leg and slid under the bed. Unexpectedly, when he was putting on his shoes, his center of gravity was unstable, and he sprained his injured leg, adding to the injury. on the ground.

After struggling to get the medicine scriptures thrown under the bed, he was already panting like a cow, and the action of raising his hand to wipe off the cold sweat cost him half his life.

His natal demonic energy can no longer be wasted on this mortal body. The injury this time can only be healed by the emperor. Fortunately, he was originally trying to get close to the emperor, so being injured is the best excuse.

Qianji looked up.

Looking at the bed as high as mountains and rivers in front of him, he actually missed the firewood pile in the morning.

Suddenly.

Seeing Jiang Yundu finally turn around, Qianji's eyes lit up: "Brother Jiang——"

Brother Jiang walked from the table to the medicine cabinet, left half footprints on the hem of his clothes, but didn't even look at him, took out an empty bowl from the cabinet, and returned to the table.

Qianji: "..."

He picked at the cracks in the bricks on the ground, swallowing the fishy sweetness welling up in his throat.

Seeing that Jiang Yundu had no intention of helping him, Qianji gritted his teeth, grabbed onto the bed, and struggled to climb up.

Finally climbing half way, Qianji breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to take a rest when he saw the mattress suddenly slide towards him slowly.

"..." Qianji opened her eyes wide, before she could say "no", she hurriedly grabbed the mattress.

A moment's pause.

Qianji breathed a sigh of relief again.

In the next moment, he grabbed all the mattresses and covered his head and face.

The wound that was added to the injury suffered another accident, Qianji screamed and fell to the ground.

He fell on his back, his body was hot and cold, already determined to wait for death, a sound of footsteps approached slowly.

There was a glint of hope in Qianji's eyes.

He should understand that Dijun will never refuse to save——

"Drink medicine."

Then there was the sound of the bottom of the bowl hitting the bedside table.

A drop of scalding medicinal juice splashed out of the water and landed on Qianji's green cheek, causing him to twitch.

The hem of the clothes in front of him was scalded again when he turned around, just like its owner, he didn't care.

"..." Qianji looked at the tall back of Jiang Yundu leaving, and hurriedly reached out to grab the hem of the clothes that floated past his face, "Brother Jiang!"

Jiang Yundu stopped.

He turned around and looked down at the emaciated man on the ground.

Facing this gaze, Qianji subconsciously let go of her hand: "I'm not..."

Jiang Yundu's face was stern. From this angle, the deep outline was shrouded in shadow, adding a bit of indifference and ruthlessness, especially the eyes, looking at him, was no different from looking at the indifference of mortal ants.

The scene that seemed to only exist in a nightmare was played out again, Qianji's breathing was short, and a layer of fear was covered on his face.

"From today onwards, whether you intend to or not," Jiang Yundu looked at him with ruthless black eyes, "If this hand doesn't restrain itself, I will help you solve its problem."

Qianji moved back and nodded in panic: "Yes..."

Jiang Yundu withdrew his gaze, turned and returned to the table.

There was no movement behind him for a long time, but the unexplainable thoughts in his heart never subsided in the slightest.

Shen Cang asked him to give a reason for Liu Wuyang to leave, but he failed.

He is very clear that Liu Wuyang must have another purpose in approaching Shen Cang, but he has not made a move yet, so he has no way of persuading Shen Cang.

Furthermore, he didn't want to see Liu Wuyang stay in front of him.

There is no reason.

This man is inherently repulsive.

behind him.

Qianji hid under the quilt and watched his murderous back, not daring to make a single move.

The ground is freezing cold.

The pain in the wound was wave after wave.

Qianji turned to the door.

Master...

why haven't you come back...

—

It's getting late.

Shen Cang finally returned to his residence with the herbs on his back.

Probably hearing the movement, Jiang Yundu came out of the main room.

Shen Cang lifted the paper bag in his hand with a smile: "Look what I brought you."

He handed the steaming sweet-scented osmanthus cake to Jiang Yundu who was coming, and pushed open the door of the pharmacy, "I met a patient on the road and came back a bit late, are you hungry?"

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Qianji trembling on the ground, he paused slightly, and looked at Jiang Yundu again.

Jiang Yundu looked at Qianji.

Qianji's face was blue from the cold, and he spoke tremblingly: "It has nothing to do with... Brother Jiang..."

Shen Cang put down the basket, and carried him directly to the bed together with the quilt.

It was only the second half of Qianji's sentence that came out of his mouth: "The disciple was careless..."

At this time, there was no time to worry about whose fault it was, Shen Cang turned around and poured him a bowl of hot water.

Qianji held the bowl with trembling hands, and after drinking it for a long time, there was a trace of blood on his face.

Shen Cang put down the empty bowl, and seeing that the medicine bowl on the bedside table was still full, he stretched the back of his hand, it was as cold as ice.

He turned to Jiang Yundu.

Jiang Yundu looked flat, turned and left.

After he had disappeared completely, Qianji said: "Master, don't blame Big Brother Jiang, it's because I'm too clumsy to bother Big Brother Jiang."

He wasn't actually injured enough to be immobilized.

But how could Shen Cang believe him if he didn't do this.

Shen Cang said: "Don't think too much, just rest at ease."

Seeing that he was about to get up, Qianji quickly raised his hand to hold him.

The time when Jiang Yundu is not around is too rare to delay any longer.

"Master, can you get closer to me?" Qianji lowered her head, "I have something to tell you."

Shen Cang watched him shaking like sifting chaff on the bed, paused, and sat down as he said: "What do you want to say?"

"Master!"

Qianji saw the right moment, shot out suddenly, and hugged him tightly.

Shen Cang frowned, clasping his wrist: "Let go."

Qianji instinctively felt that another bone was broken, and gritted his teeth in pain, but he didn't follow through, and continued: "The disciple knows that Master and Brother Jiang have a deep relationship, and we can't tolerate a third person anymore."

Shen Cang was surprised for a moment: "What?"

Feeling that the force of the restraint is loosened, a thousand halberds are overjoyed, thinking they have found the pulse gate.

Dijun's love has been deeply rooted outside the mirror of samsara, and it is naturally stronger in samsara. He knows that it is difficult to turn the two against each other in a short time, and it is enough to bury the gap.

"The disciple didn't come here to separate Master and Brother Jiang, but just admired Master's talent and wanted to serve Master, so he was satisfied, and he never wanted to go beyond the rules."

The scratch between Shen Cang's eyebrows did not disappear.

Affectionate?

break up?

Are such words used on him and Jiang Yundu?

"What are you doing."

A voice wrapped in a cold breath came, and Qianji quickly withdrew his hand.

But his wrist was still clasped by Shen Cang.

He subconsciously looked at Jiang Yundu: "Brother Jiang..."

Jiang Yundu's hand that pushed the door fell, his eyes swept over Shen Cang's unchanging movements, his expression remained unchanged, the hands behind him slowly closed, his fingers were so hard that they were stiff.

"Shen Cang." Jiang Yundu said.

Shen Cang followed the sound and looked back.

He looked at Jiang Yundu's face with deep eyes.

What does Liu Wuyang mean by these words.

What is the relationship between him and Jiang Yeqing?