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The golden luster is poured into the water along the palm of the hand and blends with the water.

Between the groans, the water rippled, and Shen Zhaoxue's face was solemn.

The water was poisoned.

Di Yunge's body can withstand the poison, and the little white tiger can also withstand the poison as Di Yunge has been infused with his consciousness, but the poison mixed with spiritual power is no better than other things. But it also changes the shape of the person.

Since then, Shen Zhaoxue has not grown taller, but he has become shorter.

Thinking of this, Shen Zhaoxue couldn't hold back, and smashed the water tank with her hand. When the water rushed out of the tank and splashed all over the ground, Shen Zhaoxue came back to her senses, remembering that Di Yunge was still asleep.

The green-brown tiles fell to the ground, and the water flowed from the broken parts. Some of them were not smashed, and the water could not flow out, and accumulated at the bottom of the tank.

Di Yunge slept lightly, suddenly heard the water tank burst, subconsciously turned over from the bed, and pointed the spirit sword at the place where the sound came from.

Di Yunge took the sword back only after his vision gradually cleared and he saw that it was Shen Zhaoxue.

"What are you doing?" Di Yunge pulled his half-opened coat, and walked slowly towards him with his slender feet on the bamboo.

His feet are extremely beautiful, the round toes are like white grapes in summer, the bones are thin, but not too much, every time he takes a step, the four foot bones are pulled up and highlighted, and then buried in the blink of an eye under the skin.

Perhaps it was because of the cold in winter, the soles of his feet were red, and his feet were a little red from the cold, but they looked even more delicate.

Shen Zhaoxue looked at his feet for a while, then raised her head and said no.

"Thirsty in the middle of the night? Come here to find water?" Di Yunge glanced at the broken porcelain all over the floor, but didn't go forward.

"If you don't come here, can you give me the water in your Majesty's mouth?" Shen Zhaoxue smiled, stepped over the pile of debris, and hugged him directly, "It's cold on the ground, be careful not to catch cold again."

Because of the poisoning, Di Yunge is a little shorter than him now, and now he feels comfortable holding her up.

"Since you got up to find water by yourself, why bother to ask me?" Di Yunge said, suddenly feeling itchy palms.

As soon as he raised his hand, he remembered that the gauze on his hand had been wrapped up for several days.

Seeing him looking at the gauze, Shen Zhaoxue moved over to look at the gauze in his hand after putting him on the bed.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that he was watching seriously, Shen Zhaoxue couldn't help asking.

Hearing his question, Di Yunge put his hand in front of him, blinked his eyes and said to him, "Itchy."

The spirit lamp was far away, and the light fell on his cheek, pulling out a long shadow.

"Maybe it's a scar." Shen Zhaoxue thought for a while, got out of bed and took the magic lamp, and asked Di Yunge to hold it so that she could remove the gauze for him.

Shen Zhaoxue raised his gauze-wrapped hand with one hand, and helped him remove the gauze with the other.

Before he cut bamboo and hurt his hand, the blood seeped into the gauze, Shen Zhaoxue told him to change the gauze after he came back, but he didn't listen, now the gauze was clotted with blood, it was very difficult to remove it.

Shen Zhaoxue had no choice but to look up and ask him if it hurts every time he took it apart.

At the beginning, Di Yunge would tell him that it didn't hurt, but after talking a lot, he felt a little boring.

So after Shen Zhaoxue asked again, Di Yunge said, "It hurts."

Hearing this, Shen Zhaoxue froze in pulling the cloth, carefully closed his hands together, lowered her eyes and said, "Where does it hurt? Why don't you wake up tomorrow morning and take it apart."

The Yingying light fell on Shen Zhaoxue's cheeks, illuminating the three crescent moons under his almond eyes clearly, perhaps due to the difference in skin color, at this moment it looks like water is hidden inside, unfathomable.

Shen Zhaoxue waited for a long time but did not hear Di Yunge's reply, so she raised her head to look at him.

Seeing him looking up at himself, Di Yunge hugged the lamp tightly, and said a little guilty, "It doesn't hurt anymore, you continue to take it apart."

"It doesn't hurt anymore?" Shen Zhaoxue looked at him seriously.

Di Yunge shook his head.

Only then did Shen Zhaoxue remove the gauze and throw it aside.

The wound on the palm had already formed a thin layer of black scab, covering it like a birthmark.

After Shen Zhaoxue took a look to make sure it was all right, she reached out to take the lamp in his hand, and just as she was ready to put him to sleep, she saw Di Yunge scratching her hand all the time, causing the scab on her palm to break again, revealing her pink skin , some places also ooze blood.

"What are you doing?" Seeing that his hand was bleeding again, Shen Zhaoxue quickly grabbed it.

"Itchy." Di Yunge frowned and whispered.

"The injury hasn't healed yet, so don't scratch it. Your Majesty, restrain yourself." Shen Zhaoxue picked up her sleeve and wiped the wound on his palm.

Before dawn, Shen Zhaoxue fell asleep with her arms around her.

It rained lightly at night, and it rattled on the plantains.

When the two of them got up, it rained harder and harder, causing the world to be covered with a layer of tulle, which was blown around by the wind, the soil was splashed by the water, and the pig opposite the door was wet by the water, grunting and hiding shelter.

After eating, Shen Zhaoxue moved the bed to the window.

After listening to the sound of the rain and playing several games of chess with him, Di Yunge lost interest.

"No more, it's boring." Di Yunge hit the sunspot in the center of the chessboard, disrupting the whole chess sequence.

Seeing that he didn't want to play, Shen Zhaoxue nodded and silently put away the chess pieces.

Di Yunge propped his head up to watch the rain weave a curtain. After watching for a while, he suddenly turned his head and said to Shen Zhaoxue, "Is there any wine? Drinking while the rain is sounding is the most suitable for the occasion."

Shen Zhaoxue paused as she took the chess away, then nodded.

"Beside the small stove in the kitchen house."

Di Yunge said hello and hurriedly got out of bed to get the wine, but within a few steps, he had already drank a jar of wine on the way.

"It tastes good, what kind of wine?" Di Yunge put the finished jar on the ground, and carried the other two jars onto the bed.

Shen Zhaoxue reached out to take the wine in his hand, stroked it for a while before saying, "Baogu wine."

When he raised his head again, Di Yunge had already finished the wine in his hand, and was looking at the jar of wine in his hand with a slightly red face.

"Zhaoxue, don't you drink wine?" Di Yunge narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, and his mouth was full of fumes as soon as he spoke.

Shen Zhaoxue shook her head, "I drink, how can I make wine if I don't drink?"

"If your majesty still wants to drink, then play a game with me." Shen Zhaoxue smiled and put the wine on the table, took out four cups and put them upside down on the table.

Di Yunge looked at the cup and chuckled, then lay on the table and looked at him, "Shoot?"

Shen Zhaoxue hummed lightly, and pointed at the cup, "You can't use spiritual power, drink if you guess correctly, and if you guess wrong, the things will belong to His Majesty."

Di Yunge looked at the cup for a while, then frowned, "You use the Qiankun cup to hide utensils, how can I guess."

"How do I know what you put there?" Di Yunge said, reaching out his hand to pick up the cup to see what was hidden under it, but just as he lifted it up a little, Shen Zhaoxue grabbed his hand.

"You can't play tricks." Shen Zhaoxue put his hand back, thought for a while before saying, "It can be sensed with spiritual power."

Hearing this, Di Yunge put on a smile and turned his spiritual power up to sense the contents of the cup.

But after perceiving it for a long time, the contents of the first cup caused him trouble.

After a while, Di Yunge hesitated and asked, "Jade Jue?"

Shen Zhaoxue chuckled lightly, opened the cup, and there was a plum-shaped jade ring under it.

"Wine." Di Yunge happily knocked on the table.

Shen Zhaoxue picked up the bowl at the side and poured him a bowl, but when she handed it over, she handed him jade and wine together.

"I don't want jade." Di Yunge wanted to pick up the wine, but was stopped by Shen Zhaoxue.

"It was all given to His Majesty by the minister." Shen Zhaoxue handed the jade to him, "Mei Pei is most suitable for His Majesty."

Di Yunge said softly, took the jade and continued to guess after drinking.

He advanced all the way and drank two more bowls, but he encountered a difficulty in the last one.

The perceived shape always feels like a dead branch, but what does Shen Zhaoxue mean by sending him the dead branch?

Mountains have trees and trees have branches?

Di Yunge thought about it for a while, and felt that this should be the meaning, so he answered, "Dead branches?"

Hearing this, Shen Zhaoxue couldn't hold back, laughed out loud, and then shook her head.