[Comprehensive martial arts] Thief plan

"What are you two talking about?" Dr. Ximen finished acupuncture for an old customer, opened the curtain and walked out.

Xie Ling: "..."

Fortunately, Ximen Chuuxue saw that she didn't want to mention it, so he just said lightly, "It's nothing."

Probably because he knew his son's personality well, after getting the answer, Dr. Ximen walked away to the next patient without asking any further questions.

Xie Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

After working so hard all afternoon, when the door was about to close, Doctor Ximen suddenly coughed a few times, Xie Ling sorted out the herbs with her back turned in that direction, and when she heard his heart-piercing cough, she hurriedly turned around. Go think about pouring him a glass of water.

He had been coughing like this for a while, and although Xie Ling had heard it before, she never cared about it, and because she was busy these days, she never thought of asking.

This time it sounded a little more serious, and I couldn't help but feel a little worried, "Are you okay?"

Dr. Ximen took the water from her and waved his hand slightly, as if to say it was all right.

"Your cough makes me flustered, why don't you rest for a few days?" She didn't quite believe it.

"You don't get paid for rest." Dr. Ximen dismissed the proposal indifferently, took a sip of water, "I know my own body."

If he continued to talk about it, he would doubt his medical skills, so Xie Ling had no choice but to give up, and turned around to sort out the medicinal materials.

On the contrary, it was Ximen Chuuxue who stood beside her, his eyes darkened, he was thinking about something, but he didn't say anything.

It was raining outside when we left, Xie Ling didn't have the habit of bringing an umbrella, so she thought about borrowing one later.

The door of the medical hall was ajar but not closed tightly. As soon as she raised her hand to knock on the door, she heard the conversation between the father and son coming from inside.

Ximen Chuuxue's tone seemed more turbulent than usual, "I won't go back to Taiyuan."

"...It's fine if you don't come back." Doctor Ximen sighed, "It's still two years away from the time your uncle said, and Ah Ling can still take care of you here...cough cough...!"

Xie Ling couldn't help but worry about this coughing method that seemed to cough up his lungs. It seems that the few sounds he heard in the afternoon were already under his restraint.

But even if she asked again, she thought Dr. Ximen would not say anything.

In the end, she could only sigh a few times in her heart, raised her hand and pushed open the half-closed door, met the surprised eyes of both father and son, and twitched her mouth, "It's raining outside, I'll borrow an umbrella when I come back."

Doctor Ximen also smiled, with a shallow smile, and turned to tell Ximen Chuuxue, "Axue, go and get one for Ah Ling later."

The umbrella was brought quickly, it was a light yellow oiled paper umbrella, it could be seen that it was old, but the workmanship was excellent, every umbrella rib was cut to the exactest, almost exactly the same.

Xie Ling thanked them and said goodbye to them. When she turned around and closed the door, she heard Dr. Ximen say something else.

However, her pace was too fast, and she had already fallen into the rain. The crackling sound of raindrops hitting the oil-paper umbrella echoed in her ears, but she barely caught a few words that could not be deduced from the specific meaning of the conversation inside the door.

Taiyuan, rest assured, sword.

It was still a warm and cold day, and the rain that was falling more and more could not be easily covered by an umbrella. Xie Ling's clothes were half wet when she got home, and she stomped her feet in the cold as soon as she entered the door.

Chu Liuxiang was originally telling Xie Xing about another close friend of hers, and promised to take him to meet him when she had a chance in the future.

When the master and apprentice had a happy exchange, Xie Ling closed the umbrella and opened the door while exhaling cold.

The rain was too heavy, and the umbrella hardly played a big role, except that it barely made her hair wet, and the shoulders and front were not so lucky.

But the first thing Chu Liuxiang noticed was her pale lips from the cold, which were bitten by her unconsciously but not much blood was visible.

Xie Xing also knew that she was afraid of the cold, and couldn't care less about the hunger in her stomach, "Sister, why don't you take a hot bath first?"

Xie Ling also had the same intention, flinched a bit, touched a clean square handkerchief from the side, and twisted her wet hair.

"We have to boil hot water first." She took a long breath and was about to go to the kitchen, but she was stopped by Chu Liuxiang after only two steps.

"I'll go." His tone was rare and uncompromising, "Miss Xie, I'd better go change some clothes first, and be careful not to catch a cold."

It's just boiling water, there's nothing to push back and forth, and what's more, what he said is quite reasonable.Xie Ling nodded and said, "Thank you."

"It's just a little effort." Chu Liuxiang smiled, and suddenly took out the handkerchief embroidered with irises that she had borrowed from her bosom, and then stretched out her hand to wipe her forehead.

Although it was separated by that layer of handkerchief, Xie Ling still shivered uncontrollably when the slightly warm temperature that was different from her own cold body touched her.

"Don't move." Chu Liuxiang paused for a moment, moved closer, and explained, "It probably splashed some muddy water."

Xie Ling stood stiffly on the spot, and when she looked up, she saw his eyes that were always full of freehand style, but at this moment, there was only tenderness inside, which softened his originally stern eyebrows and eyes. stand up.

There was indeed a little muddy water splashed on her forehead, but not much, and it was wiped off after a while.

Chu Liuxiang withdrew his hand, touched his nose and said, "Okay, I'll boil the water."

Xie Ling stood there in a daze for a long time, and only recovered after Xie Xing said, "Sister, go and change quickly".

She almost wanted to punch herself, but she was so dumbfounded by Chu Liuxiang's gentle and serious expression.

It's like a person is already on the edge of a cliff. Although he has warned himself countless times, he still has the irresistible thought of jumping off.

...it's too dangerous.

Xie Xing didn't think so. Seeing her showing such a mood that he had never seen before, he knew that the master must be playing something, and he felt a sense of pride in finding a good home for his sister.

Chu Liuxiang boiled two large pots of water and brought her lightly into the room. Seeing that she was sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing her hands after changing clothes, her expression was very dazed, and she tentatively called out, "Miss Xie?"

Xie Ling was still immersed in the matter of his forehead being wiped just now, but when she heard his voice suddenly sounded, she hurriedly raised her head.

It looked a bit like a frightened rabbit, he couldn't help thinking.

"The water is ready, Miss Xie, take a bath and go to get rid of the cold."

"I'm sorry to trouble you." She pursed her lips and lowered her eyes.

If the eyes don't meet, can you be more firm and tell yourself not to jump down?

Xie Ling sat in the wooden bathtub hugging her knees and took a deep breath. To be honest, she didn't like her hesitant and hypocritical appearance at all.

This feeling of depression lasted until after taking a shower to cook, and the direct result was that the two dishes were fried very carelessly, and the taste even she herself disliked a little.

It's hard for Xie Xing and Chu Liuxiang to finish eating with dignity, which made her feel a little sorry.

This meal seemed to be the same as before, but how perceptive Chu Liuxiang was, she noticed that Xie Ling was deliberately avoiding her gaze as early as when she just put down her chopsticks.

Although she has been backing away calmly, it was the first time that she was flustered like today.

Xie Xing also noticed that the atmosphere between the two of them was not right, but he had already made a preconceived judgment that "my sister must also like Master". After eating, he wiped his mouth and ran back to the room, leaving the two of them sitting there looking at each other.

"I'll tidy up." Xie Ling stood up pretending to be useless, without looking at him, "You do what you want."

"I'll do it." He also stood up, and put away the dishes in his hands ahead of her. "Miss Xie, it's better to drink a bowl of ginger tea and go to bed early."

Xie Ling stood there with complicated emotions.

She was really afraid that after she got used to Chu Liuxiang's tenderness and care for her, she would fall headlong into it like when she was in love before time travel, and she would no longer be rational.

It's not like she hasn't experienced that state before, although it's been a long time since she recalled it now, and she can't even remember what kind of face the person who fell in love with at that time had.

But the feeling of holding one's heart completely on one person is very clear.

If that is the case, the advice of others will probably not be worth the slightest bit.

When I went to the medical clinic the next day, Dr. Ximen also noticed her emotional irritability, and asked her if there was anything bothering her, and if she didn't mind, he might be able to offer some ideas.

Xie Ling was very grateful, but thinking of all the comforts he gave her, she swallowed back the words accumulated in her chest.

Although she thought that even if she didn't say anything, Dr. Ximen must have already recognized that she had some unusual relationship with Chu Liuxiang.

"It's fine if you don't want to say it." Dr. Ximen sighed.

"...It's nothing at all." She rubbed her temples and explained, "Maybe it's because I was drenched in the rain last night and didn't sleep well."

"Your health is not good, you still have to be careful." Dr. Ximen coughed, "Hold out your hand, and I'll check your pulse."

And she stared at the pale face of the person opposite, and couldn't help but say, "Don't just talk about me, I think your physical foundation is worse than mine."

Doctor Ximen paused, and a wry smile appeared on his face, "I can't help it either."

Seeing his expression, Xie Ling suddenly remembered the coughing sound she heard outside the door last night, and immediately hesitated.

"Okay, don't worry about me." Doctor Ximen uttered a voice in time to stop her from thinking wildly, "Go and see A Xue, Young Master Leng is here too."

"The two of them practice swords, and I didn't understand it in the past." Xie Ling shrugged, "Just cook them some food and send it to them at noon."

It's just that before noon, a guest came to the Ximen Medical Center who asked Dr. Ximen to close the door early.

The reason for saying a guest is that this person is not here to see a doctor.

Not only did he have a murderous look, but he was so solemn that no one dared to approach him. He also wore a hideous mask on his face, which did not reveal his true face.

Doctor Ximen didn't seem to be afraid of him, he even had a smile on his face, "You're here."

The man glanced at Xie Ling, as if he was asking questions, but he turned his head again after a while, and said to Doctor Ximen, "I haven't seen you getting better since you came to Jiangnan."

"It was originally entrusted by others." Dr. Ximen probably didn't want to talk about it, and brought the topic to his son, "Axue said that he will not return to Taiyuan for the time being, and I will not force him."

"I didn't come for him," said the masked man.

"A Ling, make a cup of tea for me." Doctor Ximen suddenly turned to look at her, and ordered.

Xie Ling could hear that he wanted to push her away, so she agreed and walked back.

Ximen Chuuxue was right behind, probably just finished practicing the sword, and was still a little out of breath, saw her coming over and called her, "Sister."

"Master Leng is gone?" Xie Ling asked casually while making tea.

He nodded, looked at the teacup in her hand, and frowned, "Is it for my father?"

"No, it's a masked guest."

Ximen Chuuxue was stunned when he heard these words, and said after a while, "It turns out that he is here."

"You know him?"

"It's my uncle." He regained his indifferent and arrogant expression, and there were no more emotional ups and downs in his words.

But Xie Ling still felt for no reason that Ximen Chuuxue should really dislike the uncle he was talking about.

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