Master is a white moonlight

In the early morning of the next day, it rained heavily outside the window again.

The raindrops rolled down one by one along the eaves, forming circles of water waves on the bluestone slabs, and the rain poured down along the stone steps.

Leng Yizhen was sitting at the Eight Immortals table with one hand resting on his chin, a small plate of candied fruit was placed by his elbow, he picked up a candied fruit with his fingertips and put it into his mouth leisurely.

While eating candied fruit, Leng Yizhen was lost in thought looking at the torrential rain outside the window.

Because my tongue was burned, I can only eat some liquid food for the time being, so I only drank a bowl of rice porridge for breakfast.

There was really no taste in his mouth, so Xuanqi made an exception and allowed Leng Yilan to eat a few candied fruit.Then, after Xuan Qiao turned around and left the room, Leng Yijiao immediately hid the candied fruit.

Leng Yijiao has never been able to figure out what is meant by Xuan Qiao's words?Why wait another two days? !

This plague is coming so fiercely, don't wait for two more days, even if you wait for one more day, you can't wait.

She was so engrossed in thinking that there were several knocks on the door, but Leng Yizhen didn't notice it.

"Hey, are you asleep again?"

Xuan Qiu stood at the door in a crescent white robe, holding an umbrella in her hand.He raised his hand and knocked on the door again, and the volume also increased a bit.

Behind him stood Jasper holding a white porcelain bowl, bowing his head respectfully, and next to him was a maid holding an umbrella.

Leng Yizhen came back to his senses, quickly put away the plate of candied fruit on the table, and then got up to open the door.

"Xuanqi, good morning." Leng Yijiao pushed the door open with both hands, put his fingers on the door frame, and smiled at Xuanqi.

"Good morning." Xuan Qian's eyes fell directly on the corner of Leng Yijiao's lips, she raised her hand and gently wiped off the sweet stains on the other's lips with her fingertips, "Liu'er, eat less candied fruit, be careful of toothache. "

"Yeah." Leng Yizhen smiled awkwardly, like a child who made a mistake, she responded in a low voice.

"Xiao'er, it's time to drink the medicine." Xuan Qiao turned sideways slightly, raised her finger and pointed to the white porcelain bowl in Biyu's hand.

"Oh, come in." Leng Yijiao glanced at the white porcelain bowl in Jasper's hand, frowned slightly with her pretty eyebrows, and made way sideways.

After several people entered the room, Biyu put the white porcelain bowl in her hand on the table.Then he turned around and led the maidservants out of the room, and blocked the door by the way.

"Xian'er, is your tongue feeling better?" Xuan love sat beside the Eight Immortals table, holding a white porcelain bowl in one hand, and gently stirring the black concoction in the bowl with a spoon in the other.

Sitting beside Xuan Qiao, Leng Yijiao glanced at the black concoction in the white porcelain bowl with extreme distaste, but he didn't want to be too obvious.

"Actually, after taking two doses of medicine, my tongue doesn't hurt anymore." Leng Yijiao blinked her almond eyes at Xuanqi, and said flatteringly, "So this medicine...can I stop drinking it?"

Since her tongue was scalded yesterday, Leng Yizhen has taken two medicines in a row, and her tongue has long since stopped hurting.

"Impossible." Xuanqi's movement of stirring the concoction stopped, and she scooped up a spoonful of concoction and sent it to Leng Yijiao.

The thick bitter concoction smelled over his nostrils, Leng Yizhen frowned unknowingly, and retreated reflexively.

"Jian'er, don't drink after another two servings." Xuan Qiao pushed the spoon forward again, and persuaded with never-before-seen patience, "Come on, open your mouth."

Leng Yizhen frowned even tighter, still unwilling to open his mouth.

"Kan'er is also familiar with medical principles, and knows that good medicine is bitter." Xuan Qian continued to persuade, but her face was obviously not as gentle as before.

"That's all." Xuan Qiao knew that this person was always afraid of suffering, so she withdrew the spoon in her hand and sighed.

Leng Yijiao was overjoyed for a while, thinking that he didn't need to drink any more medicine, but in the next second his mouth was gagged by Xuan Qiao.

"......" Leng Yijiao stared at Xuan Qian with wide-eyed eyes, neither daring to move nor speak.I am afraid that if I open my mouth, the medicine juice will spill out.

The bitter concoction was transferred into his mouth by Xuan Qiao, and Leng Yijiao was forced to swallow the concoction in his mouth.

Xuan Love didn't move her mind, she took one mouthful after another.Using this method, a whole bowl of concoction was poured into Leng Yijiao's mouth.

Leng Yizhen sat on the chair blankly, for some reason, cooperated with Xuan Qiao to drink the whole bowl of concoction into his stomach.

"Okay." Xuan Qiao put the empty bowl in her hand on the table of the Eight Immortals, and the moment she turned sideways, she found that the base of Leng Yijiao's ears had turned red.

Xuan Qiao looked down at the empty bowl, and found that there were still a few drops of medicinal juice left in the bottom of the bowl, and a slightly sinister smile burst out of her lips.

He reached out to pick up the empty bowl, and then brought the white porcelain bowl to his lips.With a slight tilt of the head, Xuan Qiao accurately sucked Leng Yijiao's lips.

"Hmm.... Xuan Qian..." Leng Yizhen thought that this person was honestly feeding him medicine, but he was still uneasy and kind.

Xuan Loving touched the tip of her tongue lightly, sucked the tip of the other's tongue forcefully, and rolled the few drops of medicinal juice onto the tip of the other's tongue.

The medicinal juice, which was originally bitter and difficult to conceal, seemed to have turned into a mellow oasis at this moment, slowly fading between the lips and teeth of the two of them.

This kiss is both bitter and sweet, making people willing to sink into it and reluctant to end it.

"Enough." Leng Yijiao pushed Xuan Qiao away forcefully, clearly feeling her beating heartbeat, but the tone of her voice had changed.

Xuan Love looked at Leng Yikan with moist eyes, then tilted her head closer and put her earlobe in her mouth.

"Xian'er, you are so alluring, how can I resist it as a teacher." Xuan Qiao bit Leng Yizhen's ear lightly with her teeth, her voice was moist and attractive.

"Why don't we just perform the ceremony of Duke Zhou, okay?" While talking, Xuan Qiao licked Leng Yijiao's earlobe with the tip of her tongue, and breathed warmly on Leng Yijiao's neck.

Xuan Love placed her hands on Leng Yijiao's waist, her fingertips hooked around the belt.With a slight hook of the fingertips, the belt loosened.

Leng Yizhen half-closed her eyes, almost falling.Retaining the last sliver of rationality, he pushed Xuan Qiao away again.

"Don't!" Panting heavily, Leng Yijiao looked at Xuanqi, his chest heaved violently, and he uttered two words firmly.

"It's not good to be a teacher." Xuan Qiao sat up straight, lowered her head and tied Leng Yijiao's belt, "I'm too impatient to be a teacher."

Leng Yijiao turned her head to the side, bit her lower lip lightly and remained silent, allowing Xuanqi to re-tie her belt.

"Xuanqiu." Leng Yijiao suddenly thought of a very important matter, turned his head to look at Xuanqiu, "I want you to answer me a question honestly."

"What's the question?" Xuan Qiao raised her head, frowned slightly and looked at Leng Yijiao, "You can just ask."

"You said yesterday that you have to wait for two more days. What's going on?" Leng Yizhen said straight to the point, "This epidemic has already killed so many people, why do you have to wait?"

"The prescription hasn't been prepared yet." Xuan Qiao got up, stood under the window, and looked at the heavy rain outside the window indifferently.

"Really?" Leng Yijiao looked at Xuanqi's back and frowned.

"Xian'er doesn't believe me?" Xuan Qiao still quietly looked at the heavy rain outside the window, her voice was indifferent.

"No...no." Leng Yizhen forced a smile, always feeling that this person's words were inconsistent.

If it is true that the prescription has not been prepared, why didn't you make it clear when you asked yesterday?

"Xuanqiu." Leng Yijiao softly called to Xuanqiu's back, thought for a while and asked, "Where did you place those infected with the plague?"

"What do you ask these questions?" Xuan Qiao raised her hand to close the window, her face was no longer as soft as before.

In an instant, the sound of the dripping rain was isolated from the outside, leaving only the warm incense in the room.

"I want to go and have a look." Leng Yijiao raised her chin slightly and said firmly.

"It's not allowed to be a teacher." Xuan Qiao turned around, with a chill in her eyes, and her tone was firm.

"Then I'll ask someone else!" Leng Yijiao said as he stood up and walked straight towards the door.

"Xiao'er, you need to know." Xuan Qiao's voice sounded from behind, as cold as ever, "If you do this, you will hurt others."

"......" Leng Yijiao stopped in her tracks, turned her back to Xuanqi, and suppressed her emotions.

"Xian'er, you have to be patient in everything, just wait obediently for another two days." Xuan Qiao returned to the table of the Eight Immortals, poured herself a cup of hot tea, bowed her head and took a sip.

Leng Yijiao stood on the spot, clenching his silver teeth so tightly that they were almost crushed.