Zilan

Chief Sang found nothing wrong, but learned that Yan Zhuoqing handed over the master of Tiansha Gate to Fan Jianglong, so he couldn't believe it and came to him for confirmation.

This guy's voice is really loud, disturbing others, Yan Zhuoqing called him away, and sent him away with two or three words.

Before leaving, Sang Zhuo said suddenly: "Did you leave Tianshamen because of that Mr. Jiang?"

Hearing those three words, the smile on the corner of Yan Zhuoqing's mouth softened, and Sang Zhuo could never have imagined that this kind of smile would appear on this man who was once known as the god of death, like a beast retracting its fangs, revealing its disobedience. tenderness, wagging its tail.Without waiting for him to speak, Sandro knew that his guess had come true.

"I want to be by his side without any burden."

"It's just——the main thing is that I don't want to be one anymore, it's too boring."

Sang Zhuo thinks that Yan Zhuo should look in the mirror, he looks more like a dog now.

Perhaps because of the effect of the medicine, Jiang Jiuwan was already asleep when Yan Zhuoqing returned to the tent, but his brows were tightly frowned, and he dreamed of something, which made people want to soothe him.

However, when Yan Zhuoqing touched his eyebrows, a coldness rushed to his fingertips.

The little boy started to have a fever again? !

The witch doctor was catching insects with medicinal herbs, when a black figure suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and she fell into a white tent in front of her eyes.

"Didn't you say that if you get through last night, your condition won't get worse?" The evil spirit was pressing.

The witch doctor's eyes are not very good, but his hearing is good, and he recognized him as the black-clothed swordsman from yesterday.

"This... Mr. Jiang has caught the cold again." The witch doctor didn't have a sword on her neck, but she felt that it was almost the same as a sword on her neck, but the hand that felt the pulse was still calm.

Yan Zhuoqing stayed by Jiang Jiuwan's side all day, and almost wrapped him up in a rice dumpling, and immediately denied the diagnosis.

"It may be that Mobei is not suitable for Mr. Jiang to recuperate. I will re-prescribe the medicine to stabilize the condition."

Mobei is hot, windy and sandy, and the climate is harsh. Although Sango is better than the desert, it is not much different. The young man is weak and weak. This kind of place should really not be suitable for the young man, otherwise how can he stay there? Get sick when you come here.Yan Zhuoqing had thought this way when Jiang Jiuwan was sick in bed. He wanted to wait for the young master to recover before leaving Sangge, but what he didn't expect was that the young master's condition worsened again.

This time the febrile attack was even worse. Although there was sleep in the medicine, Jiang Jiuwan woke up at night because he was too uncomfortable, half asleep and half awake, grabbing Yan Zhuoqing's hand and screaming for pain.

Yan Zhuoqing held him tightly in his arms, kissed his forehead, stroked his hair soothingly, and coaxed him to fall into a deep sleep all night.

In the next few days, Jiang Jiuwan's condition relapsed, and Yan Zhuoqing didn't even sleep because he was afraid that the fever would get worse if he closed his eyes for a while.During the period, Fan Jianglong and Sang Zhuo came, Yan Zhuoqing took care of the young master, and was afraid that they would disturb the young master, so they refused to come out without seeing them.

Jiang Jiuwan's fever subsided a little today. Although he was still mentally weak, he was much better than before.

"Little son, let's go back to Linhuang." Yan Zhuoqing rested his chin on his head, and worried that Jiang Jiuwan would be unhappy when Sangge would leave after only a few days, "We will come to Mobei again when you want .”

"Okay." With his face buried in his gentle arms, Jiang Jiuwan answered hastily.

As soon as there was a little light in the sky, Yan Zhuoqing asked the girl named Sang Hua to say hello to Sang Zhuo and the others, and took Jiang Jiuwan away by herself.Xu Tuo also knew that the person on his back was not feeling well, so he was steady and not slow along the way, and returned to Linhuang before the sun wheel hung high in the sky.

Xiao Er was cleaning the table when he heard something creaking, looked up and couldn't find where it was coming from, so scared that he thought it was something bad luck.

And the next moment he knew what was going on.

The wooden bolt on the door of the inn suddenly broke in two, and a wisp of Ling Feng was drawn in with the pushed open door.

Xiao Er was about to explode, but when he saw the person coming, his anger dissipated and turned into astonishment: "Xiao Xia, what's wrong?"

Yan Zhuoqing was much more haggard than when he left before, his outline was cold and hard, his body was covered with wind and sand, but Mr. Jiang in his arms was well protected, his face was frighteningly pale, and he fell asleep.

"Is there anyone in the guest room?" Yan Zhuoqing didn't answer his question.

Xiao Er quickly realized that he was talking about the room he lived in before, and the shopkeeper specially reserved it. He nodded: "It's still vacant."

Before he finished speaking, there was no one in front of his eyes, Xiao Er and the two hunchbacks outside the door looked at each other in blank dismay.

The interior of the room is still exactly the same as when they left, without any dust.

While leaving, Jiang Jiuwan drank some medicine and fell asleep on the road. Yan Zhuoqing carefully placed him on the bed and twisted the quilt.

"Yan Xiashi, is there anything I can do to help?" Xiaoer's hesitant voice came from outside the door.

Yan Zhuoqing didn't let him in and went out by herself.

He does have something that Xiao Er needs to do.

When he opened the door, Xiao Er poked his head to see what was going on inside, but before he could glance at it, Yan Zhuoqing closed the door with lightning speed.

"Prepare some clear porridge, and it will be delivered later." The young master has been feeling ill for the past few days and can't eat anything, but Yan Zhuoqing still prepares it habitually, thinking that it is inappropriate for him to approach the young master with a messy body, so he again He ordered, "And send a bucket of hot water to the next door."

Although he didn't know what happened to Mr. Jiang, but the shopkeeper had told him to meet all the requirements of Yan Zhuoqing.

Xiao Er replied sullenly, but prepared to go on swiftly.

When Yan Zhuo finished taking a bath, Xiao Er had already brought up the clear porridge, two bowls filled with white porridge, and they sat opposite each other.

"Young master, why are you up?" Yan Zhuoqing frowned, took the outer robe from the bedside and put it on him, half-embracing him.

Jiang Jiuwan looked down at something out of focus, and was startled by him, his pupils condensed again, and then he raised his head and smiled softly.

"Hero Yan."

One sentence made Yan Zhuoqing's face disappear without a trace.

"I feel much better. I happened to see Xiao Erduan coming for porridge, so I came down for a walk." Jiang Jiuwan's untied long hair was like splashed ink, making his face even paler, and what he said was really not convincing.

Yan Zhuoqing lowered his head and touched his forehead to confirm before letting go.Because of his approach, Jiang Jiuwan's face turned red quickly, and it was the first time for him to do this kind of intimate action while awake.

The coldness in his hands reminded Jiang Jiuwan, he tried to look away from Yan Zhuoqing: "Hero Yan, the porridge is getting cold."

"Is the young master waiting for me?" Yan Zhuoqing pressed him closer.Yan Zhuoqing only asked Xiao Er to prepare for the young son alone, so it goes without saying who ordered the extra bowl of white porridge.

Needless to say the answer, Jiang Jiuwan blushed and pushed him: "Hero Yan, let's drink the porridge first, it's getting cold."

"It's all up to you." Yan Zhuoqing sat on the side cooperatively, and picked up the porridge to feed him.

However, Jiang Jiuwan avoided it uncharacteristically: "I'll do it myself, I can't always bother Mr. Yan."

Yan Zhuoqing paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay."

He scooped up a spoonful of porridge.

"Hero Yan." Jiang Jiuwan called him suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Yan Zhuoqing looked at him.

"...It's okay." Jiang Jiuwan lowered his eyelashes while rubbing the white medicine bottle in his palm.

The author says:

It's almost sweet (flies rub hands.jpg)