Beauty is sick

Yun Wuyang had a bad heart, the young master only told him the general plan, he didn't expect Jin Lingjiu to guess to this extent.

Seeing him hesitating and being speechless, Jin Lingjiu already knew in his mind: "How did he arrange it?"

Yun Wuyang scratched his head: "...I, I don't know, when Young Master wakes up, Young Master Ninth should ask him personally."

Pei Zhe was held in Jin Lingjiu's arms and took good care of him. Yun Wuyang took a few glances at him, and slowly felt relieved that his young master was well taken care of.

Jin Lingjiu avoided the wound and let Pei Zhe lean over him: "If you don't want to say it, I won't force you, but I have something to confirm."

Yun Wuyang breathed a sigh of relief without being forced to ask any more questions. Jin Lingjiu's sense of oppression was really something he couldn't resist.

"what's up?"

The man was silent for a while, and stroked the hair that had fallen from Pei Zhe's face behind his ears: "Will he be all right?"

He had already guessed that everything was arranged by Pei Zhe, but he still couldn't rest assured, especially when he saw that the person in his arms was lifeless, and his heart was restless.

Yun Wuyang pursed his lips: "Yes, as long as I see Mr. Liu, you will be fine."

When leaving the carriage, Yun Wuyang glanced back, just in time to see Jin Lingjiu lowered his head slightly, and kissed his young master's forehead preciously.

He suddenly clenched the car curtain tightly, feeling the urge to cry.

His son and Jin Lingjiu are not in the same way. When Pei Zhe mentioned this plan, he was very opposed to it. He was afraid that something would happen to Pei Zhe.

Yun Wuyang didn't understand why Pei Zhe would do this for Jinling Jiu. In his opinion, Jin Lingjiu couldn't afford Pei Zhe's kindness.

How painful should a sword stab your body?

If the poison cannot be removed in time, the price will be his own life.

Pei Zhe didn't explain, he showed his attitude with actions.

After returning from Baihua City, Yun Wuyang tasted it, and knew that there was some affection between his young master and Jinling Jiu.

He followed Pei Zhe, and seeing Pei Zhe's deep affection, he naturally felt that Jin Lingjiu hadn't paid anything. He doubted whether Jin Lingjiu was sincere to Pei Zhe.

But until just now, he realized that he was wrong.

Mu Jiao gave way to Zuo Ping, and pulled Yun Wuyang to sit down: "Don't worry, your son will definitely be fine."

Yun Wuyang was still gloomy, Mu Jiao thought he was still worried, and explained a few more words.

Zuo Ping drove the car silently, hesitated to speak, and finally said nothing, only sighed secretly in his heart.

"Sister Mu, I, can I ask you a question?" Mu Jiao has a cheerful personality, and Yun Wuyang has a good impression of her.

Mu Jiao was a few years older than Yun Wuyang, and she looked more chivalrous when she walked the rivers and lakes since she was a child. She rubbed Yun Wuyang's head and said generously, "Ask."

Yun Wuyang hugged his knees: "Can two people be together if they are happy?"

Zuo Ping glanced at him lightly.

"You want to ask if my senior brother and Pei Tanhua can be together?" Mu Jiao immediately understood what he meant. In other words, being together or not may not be the most important thing."

Yun Wuyang hadn't thought about this kind of thing before, but now he didn't quite understand it: "If people who love each other can't be together, how painful would it be?"

Mu Jiao smiled: "In the wind, frost, rain and dew in the world, there are beautiful scenery everywhere. You are still young, and you see few people and things. If you travel all over the country, you will understand that there are more things in this world that are more important than children's personal relationships." important stuff."

Yun Wuyang grabbed the tassels on the car curtain with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Zuo Ping tightened his grip on the whip, looked at Mu Jiao, and slowly lowered his eyes.

After driving all night, they barely rested. By dawn, they had already left the vicinity of Huaizhou City.

Passing by a small village, Jin Lingjiu asked Zuo Ping to stop driving, went to find the people in the village, and exchanged some rations.

He was in a hurry when he left, and he didn't have anything to eat. According to Yun Wuyang, he had to travel another day to get to the place where Mr. Liu was.

Pei Zhe woke up once in the middle, and fell asleep again in a daze. The sword and arrow wounds on his body were treated and healed up, but his complexion became worse and worse.

Jin Lingjiu was distressed and angry at the same time, he relaxed the movement of holding him, lowered his head and rubbed his forehead, and said softly: "Little liar."

Mu Jiao lifted the curtain of the car: "Senior brother, there are sesame seed cakes, would you like some?"

Jin Lingjiu shook his head: "Eat it, I can't eat it."

As soon as he saw Pei Zhe's current appearance, he couldn't eat anything.

"Since yesterday, you haven't eaten anything, and you have to travel for a day, your body will not be able to bear it." Mu Jiao handed over the biscuits, "Eat a little bit, if you fall down, who will arrange for you?" What about exploring flowers?"

Jin Lingjiu pursed his lips in silence, and finally took the biscuits she handed over.

Mu Jiao breathed a sigh of relief: "Senior brother, don't worry, Pei Tanhua is lucky and will be fine."

"Of course he'll be fine." Jinling Jiuban lowered his eyelids and laughed inexplicably, "The little liar has planned so many things, how could something happen to him."

Mu Jiao reacted for a while before she realized who the little liar he was referring to was.

Jin Lingjiu's sigh was scattered in the carriage: "He is reluctant to part with mine."

He is reluctant to part with me, reluctant to leave me, so he will not let anything happen to him.

Mr. Liu lives in Wuyin Mountain, which is located near the Southland, and the mountain is sparsely populated and very deserted.

The mountain road is steep, you can't drive, you need to go up on foot.

Yun Wuyang originally wanted to take his son over, but when he saw Jin Lingjiu's expression, he immediately gave up this idea.

It was cold on the mountain, Jin Lingjiu hugged Pei Zhe, put his cloak on him, and wrapped him up.

"Then Mr. Liu, who lives here?" Mu Jiao looked at the mountain and muttered softly, "I've been walking in the rivers and lakes for so many years, why have I never heard of any hermit here?"

Afraid that she would not believe it, Yun Wuyang hurriedly said: "It's really here. Mr. Liu has never changed places, and has always lived here."

Jin Lingjiu held Pei Zhe in his arms, and glanced at them indifferently: "It's already here, we must take a look, let's go."

Mu Jiao sighed: "Aren't I afraid that Yun Wuyang will remember the wrong place? This mountain really doesn't look like a hermit. It's far worse than where my father lives."

"It can't be wrong." Jin Lingjiu smiled at Yun Wuyang and said, "If you make a mistake, you and the people on this mountain will have to be buried with your son."

Yun Wuyang: "..."

Help!Young Master, who do you have your eyes on? This is King Yama, right? !

When they arrived on the mountain, the imaginary house did not appear. Several people looked at each other, and Mu Jiao's tone was delicate: "Yun Wuyang, are you sure it's here?"

Yun Wuyang: "Sure, let's go in!"

Mu Jiao stopped him: "Then Mr. Liu is a woman?"

"No." Yun Wuyang shook his head again and again, "Mr. Liu is a man, sir, how could he be a woman?"

Mu Jiao disagreed: "Why can't a woman be called a gentleman, hasn't your son taught you these things?"

Yun Wuyang became anxious: "My lord, he..."

Seeing that the topics they discussed were getting more and more biased, Zuo Ping had no choice but to remind: "Stop arguing."

Neither of the two listened to him, and in the end it was Jin Lingjiu who stopped them from continuing their quarrel: "Is it interesting to argue about this? Go in."

Mu Jiao frowned: "Brother, are you sure? This is a nunnery!"

In front of them was a dilapidated nunnery, the small door was closed tightly, and the situation inside could not be seen clearly.

Jinling Jiuyi said: "Why can't I enter the nunnery? I want to see how sacred this Mr. Liu is."

A few people walked to the door, but they didn't hear anyone's voice. Before Jin Lingjiu could say anything, Yun Wuyang pushed the door open first: "Mr. Liu lives here alone, he likes to be quiet, everyone just follow me."

After entering the nunnery, I realized that the inside was different from the outside. From the outside, it looked dilapidated, as if no one lived there, but inside it was very clean, with no weeds on the ground.

Yun Wuyang was familiar with the way, and led them through the front yard and followed a small path to the backyard.

There is a bedroom in the backyard, the door is closed tightly, the window is open, and there is a vase on the table with a few flowers in full bloom.

Yun Wuyang lay on the window, knocked on the window: "Mr. Liu!"

Looking in from the window, you can see the furnishings in the house. There is a big bulge on the bed, and someone is falling asleep.

Yun Wuyang's voice was not low, but the person on the bed didn't move at all, Yun Wuyang might not think too much, but the people in Jinling Jiu could tell that the person was clearly pretending to be asleep.

Jin Lingjiu frowned inexplicably: "Why didn't you knock on the door?"

A big man sleeping in a nunnery is already very weird, but seeing Yun Wuyang's behavior, not directly knocking on the door, it is even more suspicious.

"You can't knock on the door, this is Mr. Liu's rule." Yun Wuyang knocked on the window again, and explained in a low voice, "Mr. Liu has many eccentricities, and only the young master can chat with him. I don't know why, but the young master asked Please don't annoy him."

To be able to make Pei Zhe so fearful, he must not be a small person, Jin Lingjiu became a little interested.

He hugged Pei Zhe, rubbed against his waist, and an idea came to his mind.

Pei Zhe did not hesitate to use his body as a bait, and tried every means to lure him here. It should be to ask Mr. Liu to see a doctor for him. It is a good intention, but he has no choice but to accept it without investigating.

Jin Lingjiu is cautious, he trusts Pei Zhe, but he trusts himself even more.

He lowered his head to Pei Zhe's ear, and said softly: "Little liar, before you plot against me, you should have thought about what I would do. Since you are mentally prepared, then I will not be polite."

Yun Wuyang was still knocking on the window, Jin Lingjiu gave Zuo Ping a look, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Since Your Excellency doesn't want to meet, don't blame me for doing it."

Zuo Ping immediately moved into action, stabbing the long sword directly into the door, turning his wrist and cutting off a large piece of the door.

Mu Jiao moved away silently, she could tell that her senior brother was in a bad mood right now.

She had already figured out that the sudden attack on the city wall had nothing to do with Pei Zhe.

Jin Lingjiu held back all the way, but the instigator was the one he loved and loved in his arms, he couldn't bear it, and couldn't bear to hurt him, not to mention getting annoyed.

Now they meet another person who is deliberately shutting them down. If they delay for a minute, Pei Zhe will suffer more. The anger in Jin Lingjiu's heart must be vented no matter how smooth it is.

The dilapidated door of the room was kicked open by Zuo Bing. He didn't go in, but moved towards the window next to him. The long sword cut the iron like mud, and directly cut off a piece of wood supporting the window.

Yun Wuyang was completely shocked by what happened in front of him, and it took him a long time to realize: "What are you doing, stop it! No, don't..."

He yelled to stop Zuo Ping, but was dragged aside by Mu Jiao: "I advise you not to get involved."

Yun Wuyang wanted to say something else, but Mu Jiao raised her chin in the direction of Jinling Nine: "My senior brother is not in a good mood right now, he might want to tear down this nunnery, and you are going to die now."

Yun Wuyang: "..."

The yelling slowly stopped, Yun Wuyang estimated his chances of winning against Jinling Jiu, and silently withdrew his hands. The person who knows current affairs is Junjie, so what he wants, he has nothing to do with personnel, he insists on meddling Go in, no need.

After he was quiet for a while, the people in the room pretending to be asleep couldn't help it, and shouted: "The kid is bullying too much! Hurry up and stop!"

The man lifted the quilt, jumped off the bed, and rushed to the tattered window: "Boy, do you ever beg for help?!"

The flowers in the vase were implicated and swept by the sword wind, and the petals fell on the table, looking very miserable.

Jin Lingjiu looked this man up and down, and smiled happily: "Sir, you are too deep in sleep, I'm just waiting to call you, what's wrong?"

Yun Wuyang shouted in surprise: "Mr. Liu!"

"Inappropriate, extremely inappropriate!" Mr. Liu glanced at Yun Wuyang, "How did Pei Zhe teach you? Don't you know how to stop them?"

Yun Wuyang muttered softly: "Then I must be able to stop it."

Mr. Liu is a little older, about 40 years old, unshaven, a little unkempt, and his hair is tied into a crooked braid that hangs behind his head.

Jin Lingjiu didn't want to delay any longer, and took two steps forward with Pei Zhe in his arms: "I was so offended just now, I hope Mr. Liu understands, please take a look at Pei Zhe's injuries, he was poisoned."

Judging from what he said just now, Pei Zhe should have already told this Mr. Liu about the matter. Jin Lingjiu did not beat around the bush, but directly expressed his intention to come.

Mr. Liu frowned: "Don't look!"

Jin Lingjiu was not surprised, and calmly said: "Zuo Ping, continue."

Zuo Ping got the instructions, and started the action just now. He moved too fast, and before Mr. Liu could react, the sword was in front of him.

A cold light flashed, Mr. Liu did not know martial arts, his eyes widened in fright, he slowly lowered his head, and saw the bare branches and flowers in his hands falling on the table, like a drop of splashed blood.

"You, you are a threat..."

"I'm just giving Mr. Liu a choice." Jin Lingjiu said with a calm expression, "It depends on whether you choose to make everyone happy, or choose to separate the corpse."

Mr. Liu held back for a long time before coming out of the house: "Aren't you afraid that I won't save Pei Zhe? Are you not afraid that I promised to save him but secretly killed him?"

Jin Lingjiu seemed to have heard some joke, and bent his lips in a face-saving manner: "Although you have a good personal relationship, I don't think you would want to die with him."

There is something in the words, not just a threat, but a hint.

Mr. Liu kept complaining, where did Pei Zhe find such a big Buddha? Although he is handsome, he has a big temper, he can't take jokes, he is cunning and black-bellied!

Jin Lingjiu had already guessed his relationship with Pei Zhe, Mr. Liu felt that there was no need to continue pretending, and came to Jinlingjiu resignedly: "Let me see his current state."

Jin Lingjiu put Pei Zhe on the ground, adjusted his posture, let him lean against his arms, and lifted the cloak.

Mr. Liu only took one look, then frowned: "Damn it, is Pei Zhe crazy, dare to use this kind of poison?!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and took a look at Jin Lingjiu: "He's handsome enough to match Pei Zhe. It seems that he is serious about you."

Jin Lingjiu's heart trembled, and he hugged Pei Zhe's arm tightly: "How long will it take to detoxify him?"

Although judging from Mr. Liu's attitude, Pei Zhe's poison can definitely be cured, but Jin Lingjiu still can't control his emotions. He is afraid that something will go wrong. Only when Pei Zhe really recovers can he completely relax. .

Mr. Liu was a little proud, raised his chin, and stretched out a finger: "One day."

Without further ado, Jin Lingjiu immediately urged Mr. Liu to detoxify Pei Zhe.

After feeding Pei Zhe the detoxification medicine, Mr. Liu took them to the bathroom in the nunnery: "This poison is not an ordinary poison, it is called "slow worry". The poison spreads slowly, but the residual poison is extremely difficult to get rid of." , the antidote cannot completely remove the toxins in the body, and it needs to be combined with other methods. "

"I have prepared herbs for external use. Here is a wooden barrel for bathing. After filling hot water, put the herbs in, and then put Pei Zhe in it. After soaking for an hour, take him out and put it in the next door. On the bamboo bed, there are charcoals under the bed, which will be heated slowly, and the residual poison in his body will not be completely eliminated until the sweat he emits is no longer black."

Mr. Liu instructed: "The temperature in the room where the bamboo bed is placed is very high, and he will be very uncomfortable during the process of cleaning up the residual poison. You have to accompany him. Before the thorough cleaning is completed, remember not to let him leave the bamboo bed, otherwise the residual poison will not be released. Pull it out, and then there will be no way to recover."

Jin Lingjiu nodded, with a serious expression: "I see."

"It's not easy to say, and it's not difficult to say it. In short, I will leave it to you." Mr. Liu turned and walked out, sighing with emotion as he walked, "Life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in the sky, right and wrong, good and bad, everything is unpredictable. Unexpected..."

Herbs had already been prepared in the wooden barrel, Yun Wuyang, Zuo Ping and others went to boil water together, and the wooden barrel was quickly filled.

Only one person should stay in the room, Jin Lingjiu drove them all out, then quickly took off Pei Zhe's clothes, and put him into the wooden barrel.

After taking the antidote, Pei Zhe's lips became lighter, not as bruised and purple as before, with a lifeless feeling.

The wooden barrel was filled with steam, and Pei Zheduan sat in it, relying on Jin Lingjiu's arm to maintain his posture.

All the clothes on his body were stripped off, and the wound had scabbed over, so it wouldn't affect him.

Jin Lingjiu sat beside the barrel for a while, feeling bored, combed Pei Zhe's hair and braided him two small braids.

Her broken hair was gathered up by braids, revealing her smooth shoulders. Jin Lingjiu looked at the side where the arrow wound was left, with deep eyes.

That was left for him.

Jin Lingjiu stretched out his hand, and stroked it slowly, the wound had scabbed over, and there were still traces of wound medicine around it, which was darker than the skin color, very obvious.

Jin Lingjiu sat behind him, watched quietly for a while, then suddenly moved a little closer, and put his lips on the wound.

He lightly pecked and kissed a small piece of skin on Pei Zhe's shoulder, his movements were gentle and affectionate, as if he was treating a fragile jade, and a little force could break the jade.

The braids were not tied tightly enough, and soon they fell down and spread out on the back shoulders. A few strands slid down Jin Lingjiu's face, with a slight itchiness.

Lowering his head, he could see Pei Zhe's body covered by his hair. Jin Lingjiu took a tight breath and closed his eyes.

When we soaked in the hot springs together before, our bodies were close together, and his reaction was not so strong, but now the state of mind is different. After saying the words of Xinyue, Pei Zhe became more attractive to him hundreds of times.

He had to support Pei Zhe to sit still, and he couldn't move too much. Jin Lingjiu lowered his head, resting his forehead on Pei Zhe's shoulder, and took a breath: "Little liar, you are going to torture me to death."

After an hour, Jin Lingjiu was sweating profusely, and he was exhausted physically and mentally. If the person serving him was not the little liar he was worried about, he would have quit the job long ago.

I thought this was exhausting enough, but it wasn't until an hour later, when Jin Lingjiu carried Pei Zhe into the next room, did he understand what real torture was.

The door of the room was tightly closed, and the temperature had already risen. As soon as he entered, beads of sweat oozed from Jin Lingjiu's forehead.

After helping Pei Zhe onto the bamboo bed, Jin Lingjiu also took off his clothes and followed Mr. Liu's instructions.

The bamboo bed is so big that two people hug each other and sit together, occupying only one-third of the space.

Jin Lingjiu helped Pei Zhe move to a place with high temperature, the most urgent thing is to help him expel the residual poison as soon as possible.

It was fine at first, but as the temperature got higher and higher, Pei Zhe became more and more unsteady, struggling in Jin Lingjiu's arms: "It's so hot..."

Jin Lingjiu tightened his arms, hugged him directly into his arms, and suppressed his wild dancing movements: "Don't move around!"

Pei Zhe, who was unconscious, was very obedient. As soon as Jin Lingjiu spoke, he settled down and stopped struggling.

It's just that the mouth is still talking endlessly, in a mess.

"hot……"

"Little brother, master, where are you?"

"Don't leave me alone, I'm afraid, there are bad people here, they want to kill my little brother, no, no!"

"Brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Jin Lingjiu's arm around him froze, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes, he turned Pei Zhe's face away, and stared closely at the man with closed eyes talking nonsense.

There were still wet marks at the end of Pei Zhe's eyes, and the tears flowed slowly, slowly slipping into his temples.

By coincidence, Jin Lingjiu stuck out his tongue and licked it.

After meeting Pei Zhe, his bottom line of cleanliness began to change slowly, and he kept retreating. Not only would he accompany Pei Zhe into this kind of place, but he also did some things that he couldn't even imagine.

Tears are salty and melt on the tip of the tongue, leaving a faint bitter taste.

The black tide in Jinling's nine pupils was surging, almost swallowing all the light, his arms tightened, and he held Pei Zhe in his arms without leaving a single gap.

Fear, jealousy, anger... Complicated emotions were intertwined, making it impossible for Jin Lingjiu to keep calm.

"Who are you calling?" He gritted his teeth, and there was a hint of sternness in his voice, "Who is 'little brother', why are you crying for him?"

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I'm late, sorry, sorry, there are two more updates today.