I am green tea in the master-disciple abuse essay

Perhaps because of Chanrong's side, Ruoqing didn't sleep well that night.Early the next morning, Ruoqing woke up to the sound of birds chirping, her thoughts were confused, and she lay lazily for a long time before she realized that there was someone beside her.

Heart tightened, Ruoqing suddenly raised her head, only to see Chanrong standing beside her bed with her eyes closed.

Hearing the slight sound from the bed, Chanrong said indifferently: "Are you awake?"

"Yes, what happened to my little uncle's eyes?" Ruoqing saw that Chanrong's eyes were red and her face was pale, she knew that Chanrong was not healed, she quickly got up and supported Chanrong's arm, guiding Chanrong to sit on a chair beside her , temporarily forgetting that Chanrong touched his bedside by herself.

"The rash from yesterday is healed?" Chanrong said suddenly after sitting down.

Ruoqing looked at the faint red marks on his body, and said, "It's almost fine, it's just a trivial matter."

After the words fell, Ruoqing observed Chanrong's expression, and said without words: "What happened to my uncle when he went to Hanzhou this time?" He was also a little curious, wondering why Chanrong, who was in a peaceful mood will suddenly become angry.

When Chanrong, who had been as steady as a rock, heard this, his eyelashes trembled slightly.He raised his hand, tapped the table with his index finger, and said in a strange tone, "You have been sending letters to Fu Yanchen, and you don't know what happened in Hanzhou?"

This sentence is a bit like a stuffy question.

Ruoqing froze for a moment when he heard this, he always felt that this sentence sounded weird.

Compared with the usual small talk, Chanrong looks more like a yin and yang at this moment?

But with Chanrong's dull and honest temper, does he really understand yin and yang?

Ruoqing murmured in her heart, no matter how she thought about it, she felt that Chanrong would definitely not talk with a gun and a stick. Presumably, Chanrong had a crush on Fu Yanchen, but she didn't know her own thoughts, just like Fu Yanchen would sometimes be jealous of Chanrong's treatment of him It's the same, sometimes Chanrong is jealous of Fu Yanchen's brotherhood towards him, but at this time, he can't see the heat, and keeps writing letters to Fu Yanchen, which must make Chanrong feel dissatisfied, which is why he came up with this sentence question.

Considering this, Ruoqing pondered for a moment, and in order not to damage the good brother's emotional line, he smiled without changing his face: "I'm not afraid of my uncle's jokes. I wrote a few more letters, and wanted to ask what was going on at the Zongmen Conference. It’s just that Yan Chen thought I was annoying and didn’t bother to talk to me, and I sent a few letters, but it seemed like nothing had disappeared.”

Hearing what he said, Chanrong looked a little better, and then tapped the table lightly with his hand on the table, showing a little discomfort.

Ruoqing sees that Chanrong doesn't speak, and thinks that Chanrong is in a bad mood and it's not good to disturb Chanrong any longer.

Since she didn't know what to chat with the little uncle, Ruoqing silently touched the loosened collar, and was about to leave when she suddenly heard a ding-dong sound in her ear.

Then a bright red cursor appeared on top of Chanrong's head, above which were a few large characters——

[Say: Actually, I also want to write a letter to my uncle, but I am afraid that my uncle is busy and will disturb my uncle. 】

"?"

"??"

This!

what?

Ruoqing looked at the typesetting in front of her in a daze, and repeated it subconsciously, never expecting that Chanrong behind her would suddenly raise her head, her lips parted slightly, as if very surprised.

And when Ruoqing finished reading this sentence, the black font on Chanrong's head also disappeared.

【mission completed】

An electronic voice sounded without emotion.

[The task reward is being sent: a day of good health. 】

Immediately afterwards, Ruoqing with a dazed expression felt a gust of breeze blowing from the top of his head to his feet, raised his hand and looked again, the rashes on his body due to allergies had disappeared without a trace, and his chest was not as dry as yesterday.

How is this going?

The dumbfounded Ruoqing couldn't help but observe her hands repeatedly after the rash had faded.

After Suyin's treatment, the rashes on his body left only shallow marks, which were not obvious, and it only took two days for them to disappear completely.Now the sudden disappearance of these rashes, which took a while to disappear, pointed to the difference in his body to what had just happened.

Inevitably, Ruoqing recalled the dream from last night, and before her confused mind could accept the new changes around her, she heard Chanrong behind her say——

"busy……"

Ruoqing, who was restless, turned her head, saw that Chanrong relaxed, and said seriously: "Aren't you very busy?"

"Huh?" Ruoqing was stunned for a moment. Because of the changes in his body, he was in a panic and forgot what he said just now. Seeing that the little master suddenly spoke, he couldn't turn his mind for a while, so he looked at it stupidly. After staring at Chanrong for a moment, he remembered what he said just now, and was speechless.

Chanrong didn't wait for his answer, and moved her hand on the table slightly again.For some unknown reason, he added another sentence: "I... like to be quiet, unlike Yan Chen, I never wander around, and I still have time to write."

Chanrong spoke this passage very slowly, but the meaning was very clear.

It was as if he said that as long as Ruoqing wanted, Ruoqing could write to him at any time, and he would definitely reply.

Ruoqing blinked her eyes, and only took this sentence as a polite word from the little uncle to herself.

Out of etiquette considerations, Ruoqing also said: "Then when my junior uncle goes out, I will write letters to my junior uncle...?" I always feel that Chanrong is not the kind of person who likes to write letters to others, Ruoqing's last words Turned a tone, became a question sentence.

Chanrong on the opposite side thought less than Ruoqing, and nodded calmly.

But...he nodded much faster than he spoke.

Seeing this, Ruoqing didn't think much about it.

After a while, Suyin learned that Chanrong woke up, so she went to Ruoqing's room to see Chanrong again.

During Suyin's consultation, Ruoqing stayed by the side, thinking a lot.

—Why did the rash on his body disappear?

Ruoqing raised her hand to touch her face, recalling that Suyin was surprised when she saw her just now, and didn't know how to tell Master about the system.

He felt that this was a bit weird, so he couldn't help recalling the dream last night, and finally thought of the spar that scratched him, and when Suyin was away, he took the time to ask Chanrong: "Little uncle, what are you doing?" What is the purple spar in your arms?"

He thought, before Chanrong came, before his hand was cut, he didn't have any system at all.Now that I don't know the truth of the matter, I naturally have to care about all the abnormalities yesterday.

But Chanrong said, "It's nothing special, it just looks good, so I took it."

Ruoqing rolled her eyes and asked again, "Where did you get it?"

Chanrong pursed her lips, pondered for a moment: "Hanzhou."

"Oh", Ruoqing nodded, then stared at the scratched palm, thinking listlessly that maybe this system was the same as his wearing a book, it was an existence that he couldn't explain clearly.

Thinking that he broke his head a few days ago and had the memory of wearing a book, now that he has scratched his hand and has a system, he looks like a born extraordinary person.Just thinking of this, Ruoqing couldn't help laughing at herself, wondering who was born with an extraordinary life as hard as him.

Since she couldn't explain the current situation, Ruoqing didn't explain anymore.If he can really get better if he does what the system says, he will do it and wait quietly to see what changes thereafter.

After making up her mind, Ruoqing no longer struggles.

Suyin thought about Ruoqing's unusual physique, and after taking care of Chanrong, she began to give Ruoqing medicine again.

The treatment was similar to that of Chanrong. Not long after, Ni Heng brought two bowls of medicine, dark brown for Chanrong, and light green for Ruoqing.

Ruoqing frowned when she saw the familiar medicine.

"Sister."

Ruoqing draws out her voice, pretending to be clingy and acting like a baby.

Lying on the bed, Chanrong listened and heard Ruoqing complaining to Ni Heng that the medicine was too bitter.

Hearing this, Chanrong rolled her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a small wooden box emerged from her palm.

It's just that just as Chanrong opened her mouth, she heard Ruoqing laughing suddenly on the other side.

"Why do you still have sugar?"

Ruoqing took Ni Heng's hand, looked at the moonstone candy in the senior sister's palm with smiling eyes, and said, "I heard that there are not many moonstone candies here, why did you buy so many?"

Ni Heng said softly: "I happened to help the store that sells moonstones this time. The store was grateful and gave me some more. I think you are greedy and don't like to drink medicine, so I hid some of it and hoped to wait for you in the future." I’ll take it out when you think the medicine is bitter, so you won’t frown every time you take it.”

After hearing this sentence, Ruoqing raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a hearty and bright smile.

To be honest, he seldom smiles like this. Most of his usual smiles are gentle and elegant, unlike the spring and stars in his eyes now, he looks very sincere and contagious.

"I'm not a child, why does Senior Sister still want to coax me with candy?"

Chanrong heard Ruoqing say this, and heard Ruoqing take up the medicine bowl and drink up the medicine.

Chanrong knew that Ruoqing was very sensible, since childhood, as long as it was given by Suyin and taken by Niheng, he would obediently accept it whether he liked it or not, without even asking.

It's just that Ruoqing didn't know that every time he drank the bitter medicine, his fair face would wrinkle into a ball, his face was childish, not as gentle and stable as usual...

Next, Chanrong heard Ruoqing pestering Ni Heng for a long time, and heard Ruoqing carefully put away the extra candy in his hand.

...He put the things Ni Heng gave in the cabinet.

His cabinet is full of things that Suyin and Niheng have given him over the years.

Listening to the sound of candies colliding with each other in the box, Chanrong felt that the sound was like someone scratching a thick iron plate with a sword.

The ear-piercing noise made Chanrong restless, and Chanrong's fingers firmly pressed on the wooden box he conjured up.

After a while, Chanrong, who found Ruoqing approaching, lifted the quilt and covered the box calmly.

At this time, Ruoqing asked Chanrong if he wanted to drink tea.

Chanrong just thought - Ruoqing's voice is nice, but it's not as light and brisk as it is to Ni Heng, and it's not as comfortable as it is to Fu Yanshen...

And if Ruoqing sees that Chanrong is not moving, she thinks that Chanrong is asleep.

He carefully lowered the bed curtain, left the bed lightly, and sneaked away to watch the noon light.

At this time, neither of the two silent people in the room noticed that the strange purple light was slowly approaching Chanrong...

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