[Old Nine Gates] This life is leisurely

Doesn't Adjutant Zhang usually have a paralyzed face? Why is he smiling so standardly today? This expression is wrong. Qi Baye frowned.The fingers hidden in the wide sleeves kept pointing back and forth, looking thoughtfully at the tall and straight figure of Adjutant Zhang.

Sure enough, this kid likes Wen Yu, Qi Baye raised his brows, and there was a bit of schadenfreude in his eyes, who knows that this kid usually likes to scare me.However, this kid clearly knew that he liked Wen Yu but didn't fight for it. He was such an idiot. Eighth Master Qi sighed invisibly.

Adjutant Zhang's lingering eyes followed the car until it was hidden at the end of the alley, and then he slowly pulled it back.It's just that the right hand that was originally placed on the center line was pinching the handkerchief Wen Yu gave him at some point.

"Miss Wen Yu, when did you learn medical skills, my old man didn't even know?" Qi Tiezui leaned in front of Wen Yu, winking and teasing.

"It will be at the beginning." Wen Yu was no longer in the mood to quarrel with Qi Tiezui at this time, and looked away, pretending to appreciate the scenery outside the window, and said lightly.

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"Second Master." Qi Tiezui stretched out his hand from his sleeve and knocked tentatively on the door, but no one answered.

There was only a crisp knock on the door between the two of them, Qi Tiezui had an awkward smile on his face, and glanced at Wen Yu on the right.

Coincidentally, Wen Yu was also looking back at him, Qi Tiezui withdrew his gaze stiffly, continued to knock on the door, and kept calling Er Ye, louder and faster, but there was still no one in the room. What's happening.

Qi Tiezui frowned slightly, with serious eyes in his eyes, looked at Wen Yu, and hurriedly pushed the door open while calling Second Master.

In the dim light of the room, Er Yuehong could be vaguely seen leaning on a somewhat exquisite hollowed-out huanghuali armchair, wearing a white silk mandarin jacket, with cloud patterns embroidered with silver thread on the cuffs and front of the skirt. Simple and simple, look complicated and elegant.

It's just that the person sitting on the chair had his eyebrows tightly closed, his lips tensed, and he looked unconscious. He didn't wake up when Baye Qi called him so, for fear that he had fallen into his own demons. He looked very dignified, but his brain was running fast.

Qi Tiezui was a little surprised to see the second master in such a state, he let out a sigh, and when he realized the seriousness of the matter, he yelled sadly, "Is it mine?"

Afterwards, Qi Tiezui ran forward in a hurry, pressed Er Yuehong's arm, and unconsciously tinged with anxiety in his voice, he called out, "Second Master, Second Master, what's wrong with you?"

But Er Yuehong didn't respond, she was still lying there unconscious, not moving at all, Qi Tiezui gently pushed him, and whispered: "Second Master, wake up."

After coming down again and again, Qi Tiezui suddenly had a bad association, stretched out his fingers to probe Er Yuehong's breath, and quietly let go of his erection, then raised his head and explained to Wen Yu: " And breath."

Seeing this, Wen Yu frowned, touched Er Yuehong's forehead, it was slightly hot, Wen Yu's heavy face eased, and said lightly: "It's nothing serious, it's just a nightmare, and the wound is still intact. The more it leads to physical weakness, cold evil enters the body, and some fever."

"There's nothing serious about it. If you don't handle it well, you'll die." Qi Tiezui glared at Wen Yu, with vague anger in his words.It seems that Miss Wen Yu really has nothing to do with the second master, and she is so calm when facing Er Yuehong.

"Second Master, wake up quickly, Second Master." Qi Tiezui continued to shake Er Yuehong, his voice hoarse, "Don't scare me, Second Master..."

Wen Yu knew that she had made a mistake. The level of medical care in the Republic of China was indeed somewhat different from that of modern times. She pursed her lips slightly, walked to the table as if nothing had happened, picked up a small ceramic bowl, and poured some water.

Smiling at Qi Tiezui, his voice was soft and soft, neither annoyed nor angry, "Baye, don't worry, I'll give him antipyretics first."

Qi Tiezui took a step back to make room for Wen Yu, but looked at Wen Yu with a bit of panic, as if he was ashamed of his sudden anger just now.

Wen Yu slowly straightened Er Yuehong's body, and sent him the medicine down with water.

I didn't pay attention at that meeting just now, but after getting closer to Wen Yu, I realized that Er Yuehong has a soft and beautiful appearance, exquisite features, and a romantic figure between her eyebrows and eyes. Not effeminate and charming.

But Er Yuehong was so similar to a person, especially this pale and weak face, as if that person was right in front of her eyes, Wen Yu's fingertips delivering the medicine were trembling slightly, and a crystal teardrop leaked from the corner of her eye, slowly dripping from her cheek. fall.She was just now, just now, but she didn't recognize her at a glance.Looking at Er Yuehong's thin and sickly body, the words "Brother" unconsciously flowed from her lips, her voice was gentle and soft, but full of unknown emotions.

At the same time, Er Yuehong also woke up leisurely, looked at Wen Yu with her eyes slightly open, felt in a daze that she seemed to see a girl, grabbed Wen Yu's wrist, and murmured "Girl ".

Qi Tiezui looked at the two people in front of him in astonishment, what's the matter with these two people, they played cards out of common sense, could it be that Miss Wen knew the second master, no, could it be that Miss Wen is a girl.

In a blink of an eye, Wen Yu had already recovered from his emotions. He slightly tugged at his wrist and clasped it tightly. He could even feel the hot palm of the other party wrapping around his wrist. It was so hot that it could burn people.

Wen Yu looked at Er Yuehong calmly, smiled and said, "Second Master, please let go." The voice was soft but extremely firm and clear, "I'm not a girl."

Qi Tiezui on the side also responded at the right time: "Second Master, you have arrested the wrong person. This is not a girl, but Buddha's younger sister." Why did the explanation become more and more confusing, Qi Tiezui frowned.

Er Yuehong stood up slightly, the pale white cuffs embroidered with complicated silver thread were flowing with a dim light, the fragility that was revealed just now due to coma had disappeared, her expression was calm and calm, and she slowly let go Locking Wen Yu's hand, he said softly: "I'm sorry, I'm fine, thank you."

It's just that there are three parts of hesitation in the eyes looking at Wen Yu, three parts of joy, three parts of nostalgia, and one part that only he knows what it is.

For a while, the room was silent, and after a while, Er Yuehong looked down at the mahogany floor, her long eyelashes casting a shadow on her face, and asked in a low voice, "Can I ask the girl's name?" I'm suppressing an emotion that's about to overflow

"My name is Wen Yu, not your girl." The sharp-eyed Wen Yu had already spotted the photo that had slipped to the ground. She squatted down, picked up the photo, and put it in Er Yuehong's hands, "It must be Er Yuehong. You can also see that even though I resemble her, there are still big differences between me and her." Yuluo left the room, leaving space for the remaining two people.

The author has something to say: The sick and weak second master is online, let me first say that the author is not very good at male and female looks→_→The appearance of the second master is defined as this by me.

This kind of soft and heroic man may be portrayed a little calmly by me, after all, the second master is in his 30s.

What else to say, suddenly forgot.

Come to think of it, the author is currently suffering from the sequelae of the Nine Masters. After writing the Nine Masters, he can't recover. Everyone feels a little bit of the Nine Masters' shadow in it?