Jinghong knife

"Lord?"

Qing Ming's dim eyes lit up instantly, and he called out in a low voice, implying a hint of caution, as if he was afraid of shocking the person in his arms again.

Chu Hanyang nodded and let him stand on the ground with support.

But he kept holding the fan firmly in his hand, staring at Yan Ruoqing with unkind eyes.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Yan Ruoqing just looked at her with cold eyes, her heart trembled, knowing that this person might be unhappy, so she quickly laughed along with her.

"Hey, you finally woke up. I was so worried just now. I thought you were playing off this time, and you really folded yourself in."

Chu Hanyang ignored him, still staring at him coldly without speaking, but there was a slight cracking sound in his palm.

Yan Ruoqing's complexion changed, her heart ached, and she wanted to take back the fan in her hand.

At this moment, there was a click sound, and the white jade fan broke completely from where Chu Hanyang was holding it.

Chu Hanyang smiled coldly. Although he couldn't see it, he seemed to have imagined Yan Ruoqing's ugly face.

He spread his hand, only to see that the other half of the fan had been broken into countless pieces, and there was no possibility of repairing it.

"you!"

Yan Ruoqing's complexion changed immediately, but after seeing Chu Hanyang carelessly touching his waist, she immediately calmed down and remained silent with low eyebrows.

Others don't know, but he knows it well, no matter how depressed Chu Hanyang is now, the Jinghong knife in his hand can chop people's necks easily like chopping melons and vegetables.

Cutting him is no more difficult than cutting a carrot.

Chu Hanyang knew that Yan Ruoqing had been brought out of this kind of mischievous temperament, but he didn't really mean it, so he gave him a little warning and didn't intend to do anything serious.

He frowned, and just about to say something, his expression suddenly changed, his body softened and he fell down, and was immediately supported by Qing Ming beside him.

"Huh? You fall down as soon as you say what you say! If you want to fall down, you have to go to my bed."

Seeing this, Yan Ruoqing's expression changed slightly, but her tone of voice was still as unserious as ever.

He quickly reached out to touch Chu Hanyang's wrist. Seeing this, Qing Ming frowned, but did not stop him.

"I forcibly suppressed it once before, but it seems to have stimulated the toxicity instead. Can it be relieved now?"

Chu Hanyang gritted his teeth and said almost word for word, desperately suppressing the tiredness coming from his mind.

Yan Ruoqing's eyes were a little more serious and serious, but her mouth was still teasing out of key.

"It's okay, you can't smash my signboard yet.

But don't fall asleep now, it's not safe to fall asleep with me with your beauty. "

After speaking, his hand was like lightning, his fingers almost flashed a series of afterimages, and a few gold needles were stably stuck on Chu Hanyang's body.

Chu Hanyang couldn't help but suddenly let out a muffled snort, and there were bursts of piercing pain in several parts of his body, causing a layer of cold sweat to soak up his back.

But the sleepiness in his mind dissipated a lot.

Qingming's hands holding him suddenly burst out with blue veins, but all the strength was firmly locked in his hands, but the palms that fell on Chu Hanyang's body became more and more gentle.

"Let's go, take him to my place. Why are you so nervous, with me here, your master can't die."

Seeing that Chu Hanyang seemed to be awake a lot, Yan Ruoqing smiled and asked Qing Ming to carry him and walk towards Gu Nei.

While pretending to be walking forward, he couldn't help stretching out his paws to take advantage of the danger, and secretly pinched Chu Hanyang's face, but was seen by Qing Ming, who hugged the man and frowned and quickly avoided. Resentfully withdrew his hand.

Yan Ruoqing brought them into a room, ordered someone to cook the medicine, and asked Qing Ming to retreat.

Qing Ming frowned, and walked out without saying a word, but he didn't want to be gently pulled by Chu Hanyang's wrist just as he turned around.

"He is not an outsider. Let him stay, I feel at ease."

Chu Hanyang's face became even paler from the pain, he kept breathing, and firmly held Qing Ming's hand, refusing to let go.

He shook his head at Yan Ruoqing, who gave him an even more surprised look.

Qing Ming still held Chu Hanyang's hand in silence, and knelt down on the bedside silently, accompanying him without making a sound.

When Yan Ruoqing applied the needle, she put away her teasing look, her gaze was focused and serious, as if she was a different person.

A divine doctor, not a braggart.

As he continued to move, Chu Hanyang only felt more and more pain in his body, and even felt that his body was being crushed.

A small cut was made to let blood out of one hand, while Qing Ming grabbed the other hand.

I don't know if the pain is getting worse, he has an illusion, he feels that the hand being held is getting more and more painful even though there is no needle.

My body hurts, my hands hurt too.Why are both hands so sore...

This time it took two full hours to perform the needle, and by the time Yan Ruoqing withdrew the needle, the cold sweat on Chu Hanyang's body had soaked the entire bedding.

Beside him was a bowl of forced poisonous blood.

Qing Ming knelt and sat on the head of the bed expressionless, and maintained that position for two full hours, also unchanged were the hands tightly holding his master.

"Okay. The rest of you just need to take medicine. As for the eyes, they will be fine in a few days."

Yan Ruoqing wiped the sweat from her forehead, took a few breaths, was so tired that she didn't want to say anything, just waved her hand, and went back to rest.

It can be seen that he is really tired because he can let him go and accept those indecent words.

"Ah Qing..." Chu Hanyang called out with difficulty, and Qing Ming immediately moved forward.

Chu Hanyang's lips trembled slightly, his hair was wet with cold sweat, his face was as pale as a delicate porcelain doll.

He pursed his lips, feeling aggrieved for some reason.

"Ah Qing, I want to eat chestnut soup..."

"Okay, this subordinate will do it now." Qing Ming's voice trembled a little.

Chu Hanyang seemed to be extremely tired, and fell asleep unconsciously. Qing Ming gently wiped off the cold sweat remaining on his forehead, and his palms still couldn't help trembling slightly.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally touched the man's head very gently.

Seeing that Chu Hanyang's face was pale, but he was a little more angry than before, and he was sleeping peacefully, well-behaved and beautiful, so he couldn't help but lose his mind just looking at it.

After a while, Qing Ming stood up, his eyes suddenly went dark, he staggered, and almost fell to the ground, his legs were stabbing pain from kneeling for a long time.

He frowned, afraid of disturbing Chu Hanyang, and walked out slowly step by step.

However, when he looked up, he saw that Yan Ruoqing had returned here at some point, standing at the door like a ghost, looking at him strangely.

"No, this is the medicine for him. Let him take it cold after half an hour, but he has always refused to take medicine. You can find a way by yourself."

Qing Ming nodded without changing his face, took the medicine and put it on the table, turned around and walked out.

"The kitchen is over there." Yan Ruoqing pouted in one direction.

Qing Ming thanked him in a low voice, and went to make chestnut soup for Chu Hanyang.

And Yan Ruoqing stared at his back with interest for a long time, and finally returned to Chu Hanyang who fell asleep again, muttering to himself.

"It's kind of interesting. This person actually has such thoughts. But he fell in love with Chu Hanyang, and I don't know if he is pitiful or pathetic.

Chu Xiaodao, is this a blessing or a curse for you? "

After Chu Hanyang slept for half an hour, he heard someone calling his name softly in his ear.

The voice was deep and pleasant, rustling, and unspeakably pleasant, and he was not annoyed when he couldn't be woken up, so he just gently tugged on his sleeve, his movements were careful and gentle.

Chu Hanyang wrinkled his nose, but in the end he couldn't resist the man's persistent tossing, so he opened his eyes, and could vaguely see a person sitting beside him.

"Ah Qing?" He couldn't see the person clearly, but he could guess who it was based on his breath.

"My lord, it's time to drink the medicine." Qing Ming whispered.

Chu Hanyang was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips and stopped talking, shrank his body under the quilt, and silently rubbed against the bed, showing his attitude of refusal.

Seeing him like this, Qing Ming was also stunned, and didn't expect that what Yan Ruoqing said was true.

My master is really unwilling to take medicine!

He opened his mouth, a look of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"Master, come here and drink the medicine."

Chu Hanyang buried half of his face in the quilt, neither got up nor said a word, and shrank back inside, finally let out a muffled snort.

"You put it on the table. I... I'll drink it in a while."

Qing Ming couldn't laugh or cry, he really had never seen such a childish side of his master, and he was a little confused for a while.

He persuaded him in a low voice for a long time, but no matter what he said, Chu Hanyang still curled up in the quilt like a bastard and refused to come out.

In the end, Chu Hanyang had already shrunk to the wall, clutching the quilt and refusing to show his face.

Qing Ming really had no choice but to say: "My lord, my subordinates made chestnut soup, you always have to get up and come out to eat a couple of bites."

Hearing the chestnut soup, Chu Hanyang's eyes, which had just recovered a little, lit up, and quickly crawled out of the bed, waiting expectantly for Qingming to put a warm bowl in his hand.

Without waiting for Qing Ming to say anything, he touched the spoon and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Well······"

After swallowing this spoonful, Chu Hanyang wrinkled his whole face in pain.

What Qing Ming handed him was not chestnut soup, but a bowl of medicine so bitter that he almost fell apart!

However, even if he drank it, he couldn't really spit it out willfully, so he could only frown down the whole bowl.

In the end, Chu Hanyang felt that his tongue was numb with pain, and a layer of mist appeared in his eyes involuntarily.

This scene fell in Qing Ming's eyes, only felt that his master was wronged, and his heart was distressed and funny.

The author has something to say: the medicine cannot be stopped. . .