Master is a white moonlight

The two sent the women and children back to the sheriff's mansion overnight, and arranged a comfortable guest room for them.

Leng Yizhen prescribed a prescription for the child to cool the blood and relieve itching. After drinking it, the child fell asleep within half an hour.

The woman was very grateful and kowtowed to Leng Yijiao repeatedly, but she passed out as soon as she got up.

"Quick! Help her to the bed quickly!" Leng Yijiao hurriedly greeted the maid beside her, and helped the woman to lie down on the bed.

After the woman lay down, Leng Yizhen sat on the edge of the bed, ready to take the woman's pulse, and first observe her pulse.

"Xiao'er, let me do it." Xuan Qiao pulled Leng Yijiao's wrist, and looked at Leng Yijiao with firm eyes.

"Okay." Leng Yijiao looked down at his wrist, then looked up at Xuanqi, and stood up silently.

Xuan Qiao sat on the edge of the bed with a calm expression on her face.Covering the woman's wrist with a piece of silk, she began to diagnose her pulse.

After a while, Xuan Lo withdrew her right hand, looked sideways at Leng Yiluo, and said in an unhurried manner, "Compared with the child, this woman's disease is still in the early stage. The fainting is only because her body is too weak, and she hasn't seen it for a long time." For the sake of eating."

"What about the child?" Leng Yijiao glanced at the baby in the crib, then turned to look at Xuan Ai, "I see that the rash on the child's face has already festered, isn't it..."

"Yes." Xuan Qiao looked at Leng Yijiao with cold eyes, and said in an orderly tone, "So you must never get close to that child again, remember?!"

"It can't be saved?" Leng Yijiao looked at Xuanqi suspiciously, frowning slightly.

"Yeah." Xuan Qian responded lightly, got up and took Leng Yijiao's hand, "Xian'er, let's go out and let them have a good rest."

"Xuanqi, don't forget." Leng Yizhen shook off Xuanqi's hand, and said bluntly, "I also understand medical principles, so don't try to lie to me."

"What are you going to do?"

"I said, I won't listen to you in front of human life."

"Xiao'er...you!"

Leng Yizhen turned around, strode out of the room, and his figure disappeared into the night.

"High Priest, this..." Biyu stood aside and said tentatively.

Xuan Qiao's eyes still stayed at the door of the room, the coldness in her eyes became more and more serious, she flicked her sleeves, and followed her out of the room.

After all, it was still a step too late, when Xuan Qiao arrived at the door of Leng Yiluo's room, the man had already closed the door tightly, and even the candles in the room were extinguished.

"Xiao'er, let me come in." Xuan Qiao stood at the door, raised her hand and knocked on the door, her tone was cold.

Leng Yizhen lay on his side on the bed with his eyes wide open, fluttering his thick eyelashes.Listening to the movement outside the door, he held his breath and remained silent.

"Xiao'er, are you asleep?" Xuan Qiao became a little impatient, but still suppressed her emotions.

Leng Yijian turned over and adjusted his sleeping position, but remained silent.

After a while, there was no movement outside the door.

Leng Yizhen sat up slowly, looked up at the bright moonlight outside the window, gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

He got off the bed, put on his shoes and socks, and sneaked out of the room in the dark.

.........

The next day, the clouds spewed out the morning light.

Before the sky was bright, Xuan Qiao appeared at the door of Leng Yijiao's room again, raised her hand and knocked on the wooden door.

"Baby, are you awake?"

Leng Yizhen turned over, retracted her bare|bare ankles that were exposed outside the quilt, and continued to sleep lightly.

"Xian'er, for the teacher, I ordered someone to go to Meiji Zhai to buy your favorite chestnut cake."

Leng Yizhen was sleepy, but he heard the word "chestnut cake" very clearly, and his almond eyes widened suddenly.

Although it was an excuse to make "chestnut cake" last night, Leng Yizhen really likes Meijizhai's chestnut cake.

The chestnut cake of Meijizhai is completely different from the chestnut cake in the palace. The ratio of sweet-scented osmanthus sauce is just right, too much for too much, too little for less.

The entrance is soft and delicate, and the light osmanthus fragrance lingers on the tip of the tongue, instantly awakening the taste buds in the entire mouth.

With a "creak", the door was opened from the inside.

Leng Yizhen put his hands on the door frame, stood behind the wooden door in a white undershirt, looked at Xuanqi pretending to be angry, and didn't make a sound.

"Xiao'er, did you sleep well last night?" Xuan love stood at the door in an emerald green robe, with a white jade crown on her head, and a gentle smile on her lips.

"Come in." Leng Yijiao's gaze fell directly on the plate of chestnut cake in Biyu's hand, she looked back at Xuanqi, and said a word indifferently.

Without waiting for Xuan Qiao to speak, Leng Yijiao turned around and walked straight towards the Eight Immortals Table in front of the window.

Xuan Qiao stood on the spot, the smile on the corner of her mouth suddenly froze, and the fingers hidden in the wide sleeves gradually tightened.

When did the high priest of the Kingdom of Ji get a slap in the face when he flattered others like this.

After a while, Xuan Qiao finally lifted her foot and stepped over the threshold, leading a group of maidservants into the house.

Leng Yizhen let the maidservants wash and change clothes, then let Biyu comb her a simple palace bun, and finally put on a few matching pearl hairpins.

Wearing a water pink brocade gown, it is neither too gorgeous nor petty.

Xuan Moi sat alone at the table, the faint morning light outside the window shone on Xuan Moo's hair and side face.

His knuckle fingers brought a white porcelain cup to his lips, and took a sip of fragrant tea.But his eyes kept falling on Leng Yijiao's body, and he never moved away for half a minute.

Those white fingers are even more flawless than that white porcelain wall, the creation of heaven is really biased.

Leng Yizhen looked at himself in the bronze mirror, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.Turning around, he happened to meet Shang Xuanqi's eyes.

"Xiao'er, come here quickly." Xuan Qiao put down the teacup, and waved to Leng Yiluo, the smile on the corner of her lips was unpredictable.

Leng Yijiao stood on the spot, stunned for a moment, and then walked towards Xuanqi with strides.

"Xian'er, drink some hot water to warm your stomach first, and then drink porridge." Xuan Qiao handed Leng Yiluo a cup of steaming white porcelain cup, and gestured for him to take it with his eyes.

Leng Yizhen reached out to take the white porcelain cup that Xuan Qiao handed over, bowed his head and drank a couple of sips before placing it on the table.

"You guys go down, there is no need to wait here." Xuan Qiao lowered her head to hold the rice porridge, and ordered coldly.

"Here, servants and maidservants leave." Biyu led a group of maidservants to bow in salute, bowing their heads and retreating.

Leng Yizhen stretched out his hand to pinch a piece of chestnut cake, but as soon as his fingertips touched the surface of the cake, he slapped the back of his hand with a serious slap.

"Xiao'er, drink the porridge first." Xuan Qiao raised her eyes to look at Leng Yijiao, her tone was as cold as ever.

Leng Yizhen quickly withdrew his hand, lowered his head and rubbed the back of his hand, muttered and did not speak.

The back of the hand was tapped lightly, but because the skin was too delicate, the back of the hand instantly turned red.

Xuan Qiao put a bowl of rice porridge in front of Leng Yizhen, her eyes naturally fell on the back of Leng Yizhen's hand, feeling guilty in her heart, she compromised and said, "Would you like to eat chestnut cake while drinking porridge?"

Leng Yijiao remained silent, picked up the spoon in the bowl and stirred the rice porridge vigorously, bowed his head and took a big mouthful.

"Xian'er, how long are you going to be mad at being a teacher?" Xuan Qiao said as she pinched a piece of chestnut cake with her fingertips, put it to her lips and took a bite.

Xuan Love didn't like sweets at first, but she pretended to like it very much, and even licked her lower lip with the tip of her tongue.

Never seen Xuan love like this before, Leng Yijian almost choked on the porridge in his mouth, so he quickly shut up and held back.

"Xiao'er, what's the matter with you?" Xuan Qiao frowned slightly, and asked with concern, "But you burned your tongue again?"

Leng Yijiao swallowed all the porridge in his mouth, waved his hand at Xuan Qiao, and then said, "No...not burnt."

The porridge is a little hot, but it's okay, the temperature is a little less after the entrance.

"Xian'er, open your mouth." Xuan Qiao picked up another piece of chestnut cake and brought it to Leng Yiluo.

"..." Leng Yizhen leaned back slightly, obviously refusing.

"It's fine if you don't want to eat it, but I will eat it by myself." Xuan Qiao said, retracting her hand, holding the chestnut cake and bringing it to her lips, and took a small bite.

Not only that, Xuan Qiao also brought up a whole plate of chestnut cakes, pretending to want to monopolize it.

"Who says I won't eat it." Leng Yijiao glared at Xuan Qiao, leaned over, and made a gesture to get the chestnut cake on the plate, "Give it to me!"

One raised his hand, and the wide sleeve slid to the elbow, revealing half of the white wrist, and a bright red wound on the side of the wrist.

Xuan Qiao suddenly opened her eyes wide, grabbed Leng Yizhen's wrist, was stunned for a while, and suddenly said angrily, "What's going on? Why is there a wound!"

"I..." Leng Yijiao tried to withdraw his wrist, but was pulled tightly by Xuan Qiao, in vain.

"What did you do?" Xuan Qiao asked coldly, grabbed Leng Yiluo and walked towards the bed.

"Xuanqiu, let me go!" Leng Yijiao tried his best to free Xuanqiu's hand and stood on the spot.

"That's right, it's exactly what you think." Leng Yizhen rubbed his red wrist, trying to maintain his composure.

"You're looking for death! Do you know that!" Xuan Qiao turned around, her eyes turned red before she knew it, and she yelled at Leng Yijiao.

"Of course I know." It was the first time Leng Yijiao saw such a frightening appearance of Xuanqi, he obviously lacked confidence, and his voice trembled a little, "I know exactly what I'm doing."

Leng Yijiao has always had doubts about Xuanqi's so-called prescription that has not been prepared, so Leng Yijiao had to take a gamble, using his life to gamble.

Last night, Leng Yijiao took advantage of the darkness and sneaked into the room of the woman and child.

The pus from the child's face was intentionally stained on his own wrist. In order to ensure that he was successfully infected with the plague, Leng Yizhen also intentionally made a small wound on his wrist and stained the pus on the wound.

Xuan Loo pulled Leng Yizhen into her arms, as if she wanted to rub her whole body into her body.In this way, they are integrated and will not be separated again.

"Don't be afraid, Er, being a teacher will not let you have trouble." Xuan Qiao said firmly, and slowly closed her pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes, with a crystal tear slipping from the corner of her eyes.