After dressing up as a demon

Awakened by the familiar splitting headache, Shen Cang's brow raised a notch.

The sun was shining obliquely outside the window, and the afternoon sun had brought a faint chill, through the window paper, and sprinkled golden spots on the bed.

Shen Cang's eyelids moved slightly.

The gorgeous light shone into his slightly opened eyes, and he moved——

The warmth that clings to her arms is as delicate as jade, surprisingly warm.

Shen Cang suddenly opened his eyes.

His arm was pillowed under Jiang Yundu's neck.

This perfectly contoured face is close in front of the eyes, and the facial features are even more sharp. Even in deep sleep, it still has a sharp indifference that seems to be born with it.

A slide-like picture flooded into my mind with this face, which was indelible.

Last night, until the sky cleared—

Shen Cang turned his gaze to the door.

The unsheathed long sword pierced the wood for three points, and the white underclothes hung on the blade and fell straight down.

His eyes were filled with anger, and the end of his eyes gradually turned red.

Struggling in vain between him and the wall, and the gradually tense back——

The scene returned to his mind, and Shen Cang couldn't help but look down, seeing bits and pieces scattered all over the ground.

He subconsciously glanced at the shifted long table under the window, and immediately withdrew his gaze, no longer thinking about it.

The palms still stick to the bare back.

Shen Cang looked at Jiang Yundu's face with a slightly unnatural expression.

Jiang Yundu made it very clear yesterday that he didn't intend to bother again.

Unexpectedly, at night, the medicinal properties would flare up again, more fierce and violent than last time.

One picture after another appeared in front of his eyes, Shen Cang moved lightly, palms down, intending to check whether Jiang Yundu was injured.

But as soon as his hand reached his waist, he was grabbed violently.

Shen Cang turned his face away.

Jiang Yundu slowly opened his eyes and looked at Shen Cang.

Silence flowed close at hand.

Shen Cang broke the silence first: "What's uncomfortable, tell me."

Jiang Yundu said: "Take care of yourself."

A hoarse voice rang in the ears of the two, and silence appeared briefly again.

Shen Cang said, "Sorry."

Jiang Yundu felt conflicted in his heart, he withdrew his hand, half sat down and put on his clothes, and was going to give up the space to Jiang Yundu first.

But the moment he got up, his dizzy temples throbbed violently, his upper body shook slightly, he raised his arms and pressed against the wall at the head of the bed, and almost fell back on the bed.

Jiang Yundu raised his hand habitually, and was about to help him stand still, when suddenly his face became stiff, and he lay back slowly.

Shen Cang didn't notice what was behind him, pressed the bridge of his nose, and said: "You rest for a while, I'll boil the water."

Jiang Yundu watched Shen Cang's back walk out of the door, his eyes glanced at the sword nailed to the door frame inadvertently, his face darkened, and he closed his eyes in silence.

Shen Cang took traditional Chinese medicine twice and became unconscious, but he was conscious.

Can't stay any longer.

He knows it better.

Entering reincarnation is to cut off the thread of love, but he and Shen Cang become more and more entangled, contrary to the original intention.

If allowed to develop.

Jiang Yundu frowned.

Don't wait any longer for the so-called opportunity.

He must leave as soon as possible.

—

outside.

After Shen Cang washed, he went to the kitchen to boil water, and then went to Dongshi to buy food.

On the way back, he passed the pastry shop. He glanced at the shriveled purse, thought about it, and went to buy an osmanthus cake.

When he entered the door and saw Jiang Yundu's figure, he took two quick steps: "Why are you up?"

Jiang Yundu slowly retracted his hand on the door frame: "It's fine if you come back."

Shen Cang looked at the sword in his left hand and realized something.

really.

Jiang Yundu said, "I'm leaving today."

Shen Cang looked at him.

Jiang Yundu shifted his gaze: "During this time, I will take care of you. After today, you and I don't have to see each other again."

Shen Cang only asked: "How do you want to go?"

Jiang Yundu clenched his hands even tighter.

He looked back at Shen Cang, his eyes mixed with a little anger, which was fleeting and covered with a layer of frost: "It has nothing to do with you."

Shen Cang looked him up and down: "You have no money, no connections, and such a serious injury on your body, I agree with you to go now, just to let you die."

Jiang Yundu loosened his strength a little, frowned and said, "I have my own way."

"it is good."

Jiang Yundu's sword hand was about to move when he heard him say it again.

"As long as you can walk from here to the door." Shen Cang took half a step back and pointed to the door, "Without external force, walk in a straight line."

Jiang Yundu was expressionless.

Shen Cang said, "Let's go."

Jiang Yundu looked at him coldly, raised his hand and smashed the sword into the ground, and stood upright by the door with a clang.

"How difficult is this."

Shen Cang said: "Don't move your mouth, move your legs."

Jiang Yundu's face darkened slightly, and he stepped across the threshold.

Only one step, he paused.

Shen Cang's usual casual voice came from beside him.

"continue."

Jiang Yundu's chest heaved and heaved slightly, suppressing the impatience in his heart, and walked towards the gate of the courtyard.

After not taking two steps, Shen Cang came to his side, and helplessly raised his hand to take him back into his arms: "Don't be brave."

Jiang Yundu usually walks, sits, and lies down vigorously, and refuses to rest in peace when he is seriously injured. Just now he was able to stand still with strength, which has explained the situation.

Jiang Yundu said, "Let go."

"I know you don't want to see me." Shen Cang said, "I promise you, when you recover, I will personally send you away."

Jiang Yundu stopped moving.

"Take it."

A few paper bags were stuffed into Jiang Yundu's hands, but before he could react, his vision blurred.

Realizing that he was hugged by Shen Cang, his face became darker: "Put me down!"

Shen Cang stepped back to the threshold in two steps: "I understand why you want to leave, but don't leave without saying goodbye."

Jiang Yundu raised his eyes, only seeing his stern side face which was different from usual.

Perhaps aware of sight.

Shen Cang walked to the table and sat him down, looked down at him: "I misunderstood before, and it was all my fault these two days, I apologize to you."

The anger in Jiang Yundu's eyes faded, and he asked bluntly, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"I don't expect you to forgive me." Shen Cang smiled, "But in my heart, you are always the most important person to me, if you want to leave, at least, don't be so sloppy on the last side."

Jiang Yundu looked at him.

There was a usual light smile on his lips, but his usually smiling eyes were buried deep, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Let's eat." Shen Cang turned and said, "After eating, go back to bed and lie down for a while, the hot water will be ready soon."

Jiang Yundu pursed his thin lips slightly, and helped him open the paper bag. When he saw the osmanthus cake that was still steaming, he paused.

Shen Cang has already used the bowls and chopsticks to separate the meals: "I'm going to the pharmacy."

Jiang Yundu looked at him.

"Don't worry, I will try not to disturb you recently."

An inexplicable disturbance in his heart was rumbling in his chest, Jiang Yundu pressed the paper bag, and was about to speak when Shen Cang said, "Someone is here."

It was the person who came to see him for medical treatment.

Shen Cang walked to the door and heard Jiang Yundu say behind him.

"How are you?" The tone still sounded cold, "Does your head still hurt?"

"I'm fine." After Shen Cang finished speaking, he went to the pharmacy first.

He put down the bowls and chopsticks, took the refreshing ointment from the cabinet, and rubbed it on his temples again, before he thought about going out with someone.

Having come out, Shen Cang simply turned to the direction of Liu's house.

After seeing the patient next door, he walked into Liu's house and saw old Liu coming over with water.

"Doctor Shen drink water."

"Thank you." Shen Cang raised his hand to take it, his eyes moved slightly.

In the past two days, he has drank the water here.

Although the time from drinking water to onset is not consistent, it is normal for the medicine to delay the onset.

Other than that, unless there is something wrong with the meals he bought, the possibility of Chinese medicine is very small.

Only this bowl of water is an exception.

He looked at Old Liu: "What did you let go of in the water?"

Hearing these words, Qianji on the bed froze with fright.

Old Liu was stunned: "Nothing was released, just white water!"

Shen Cang said calmly, "It seems that the water quality in my house is different from that here, and it tastes different."

"Different?" Old Liu nodded in bewilderment, "Doctor Shen knows a lot, probably!"

Shen Cang turned to Qianji.

Qianji's hand that turned the page trembled, and barely stabilized: "Master."

Could it be that Shen Cang has noticed the poison in the bowl?

The peach-faced petals are non-toxic, and Shen Cang was unguarded twice, so it seems too risky to switch to highly poisonous.

Shen Cang walked to the bed, and took his pulse first: "Hand."

Qianji swallowed, and stretched out his hand under his finger.

"What book are you reading recently?"

Pulse beat wildly.

Shen Cang looked up at him.

Qianji handed over the book in his hand: "Return to Master, this disciple is reading this book."

"Have you finished watching?"

Qianji hurriedly said: "The disciples have finished watching!"

Shen Cang put it in the medicine box casually: "Since I finished reading it, I will change it for you next time."

Qianji watched his movements, wishing to twitch his mouth: "Master——"

Shen Cang interrupted him: "I'm recovering well, remember to take medicine on time."

Qianji could only watch him close the medicine box, frowning in regret.

No.

Shen Cang must have noticed that today is different from the past.

This identity can no longer be used.

Qianji looked down and cursed secretly.

The sudden death of this mortal would arouse the emperor's suspicion.

Half of his natal demonic energy was consumed, but there was no achievement, only this physical body was in vain.

"Wuyang, Dr. Shen is leaving, and he hasn't said hello yet!"

"No need." Shen Cang raised his hand and pressed falsely, nodded to Old Liu, turned and left.

Back at the residence, the hot water in the kitchen was boiling.

He poured it into the bathtub casually, and walked to the bedroom again.

"Jiang Yeqing."

Seeing Jiang Yundu sitting on the edge of the bed wiping his sword, Shen Cang said, "Let's go and take a bath."

Jiang Yundu got up.

Seeing his heavy footsteps, Shen Cang leaned over and picked him up, and only after reaching the kitchen did he ask, "Can you help me?"

Jiang Yundu said in a deep voice, "No need."

Shen Cang put the clean clothes on the table next to the bucket and went out as he wished.

He returned to the pharmacy, took a few mouthfuls of the cool food, and took out the books in the medicine cabinet to read.

He didn't intend to doubt it, but the two attacks, and this kind of medicine, couldn't be just a coincidence.

Turning to one of the pages, he put down the book and went to the medicine cabinet to open the drawer where the herbs were stored.

The green leaves are still there, but the petals are gone.

It is indeed peachy.

Shen Cang frowned.

Why did Qianji drug him?

Jiang Yundu had long been wary of Qianji, but he never thought about it.

"Squeak-"

Hearing the movement outside the door, Shen Cang came back to his senses, and when he opened the door, he saw Jiang Yundu leaning on the wall and moving forward.

"I'm here, just call me."

Jiang Yundu didn't look at him.

Shen Cang turned around and threw the book on the table, and carried him back to the bedroom: "Go to sleep."

After finishing speaking, he went to the pharmacy to get the Chinese medicine guillotine and medicinal materials, lifted the curtain and said to him, "I'm outside the door, call me if you need something."

Jiang Yundu frowned: "Aren't you going back to the pharmacy?"

Shen Cang said: "The pharmacy is far away, so it's convenient here."

Seeing him turn around, Jiang Yundu glanced at the sky outside the window, his frown deepened, and after a while, he finally said, "Come in."

Shen Cang looked back at him: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Yundu said coldly: "If you suffer from typhoid fever, how will you heal me?"

Shen Cang smiled and said, "It's okay—"

"Without further ado."

The words were interrupted, Shen Cang raised his eyebrows, and had no choice but to return to the bedroom with the guillotine.

Jiang Yundu closed his eyes.

Hearing the noise from the side, he didn't feel sleepy for a long time.

Suddenly heard a muffled sound, he turned his face to look over, saw Shen Cang pillowed on the table, frowned and said: "Shen Cang."

Shen Cang was indifferent again.

With a heavy face, Jiang Yundu lifted the quilt and got out of bed, resisting the discomfort, and moved him from the side of the bed to the bed.

Shen Cang was still lethargic until he lay down on the quilt.

Jiang Yundu glanced at him, and was about to turn around to leave, paused for a long time, then lifted the quilt with a heavy face, and lay down beside Shen Cang.

Drowsiness suddenly hit like a tide.

Jiang Yundu closed his eyes heavily.

I don't know how long ago.

It was dark outside the window.

Half asleep and half awake, Jiang Yundu felt the familiar temperature approaching by his side.

The remaining drowsiness disappeared with a blink of an eye, and Jiang Yundu woke up immediately.

He pressed the hand on his waist, and before he got up, Shen Cang's breath sprayed on the back of his neck, which was scorching hot.

Jiang Yundu's back was slightly stiff, recalling the two experiences, he no longer had any extra energy wasted in vain.

Closing his eyes and letting his palm slide into the fabric, he felt the silhouette behind him with a dark face.

Soon.

The movement stopped suddenly.

Jiang Yundu said coldly: "What tricks do you have?"

Shen Cang clung to his waist, neither entering nor exiting. Hearing this, he couldn't help coughing lightly to relieve the dryness in his throat.

"I have no tricks."

The dead silence suddenly spread.

Hearing the sobriety in his tone, Jiang Yundu's face turned dark.

"This medicine has side effects." Shen Cang could also hear the suppressed heavy anger in his breath, his movements remained unchanged, and it was better to speak first, "Why am I on the bed?"