Master is a white moonlight

This time the epidemic was ferocious, and the speed of the onset completely exceeded Leng Yichen's prediction.

Before, I just inquired about it from other people's mouths, and didn't really feel it.

Now, Leng Yizhen was infected with the plague himself.Within a day, symptoms of fever began to appear.

At Xu time, I just had dinner.Leng Yizhen suddenly felt tightness in his chest, and his breath became hot.

Leng Yizhen gently pushed the white porcelain bowl in front of him forward, tightly covered his chest with one hand, and beads of sweat began to overflow from his forehead.

"Your Highness, are you alright?" Biyu asked nervously when she saw Princess Feng Yi suddenly clutching her chest, having been by her side all day long.

"It's okay." Leng Yizhen waved his hand to Biyu lightly, coughed twice, "cough cough...cough cough..."

"Your maidservant, go and call the high priest!" Biyu panicked for a while, feeling helpless.

"No need." Leng Yizhen stopped Biyu with a voice, his voice was obviously weak.

At the same time, Xuan Qiao just appeared at the door of the room with a bowl of steaming concoction.As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw the pale-faced Leng Yizheng.

Since Xuan Loi knew that Leng Yixiang was infected with the plague, she immediately ordered someone to go to the pharmacy to get the medicine, and then stood by the stove to decoct the medicine herself, not allowing others to intervene.

Because the cure of the plague can only be taken after the patient has a rash, so Leng Yilan only drank a dose of the ordinary prescription for cooling blood and relieving itching at noon, and did not take the prescription for curing the plague.

"Xiao'er! What's the matter with you?" Xuan Qiao called out loudly, handed the white porcelain bowl in her hand to the hand of the maidservant, and walked quickly towards Leng Yiluo.

"I'm fine." Leng Yijiao raised his eyes, trying to force a smile at Xuanqi.

Xuan Qiao lifted the hem of her robe and sat down on the chair.Pulling up Leng Yizhen's wrist, he placed the three fingers of his right hand on the side of Leng Yizhen's wrist.

After a while, Xuan Qiu withdrew her right hand.Since entering the room just now, his face has been very stern, and there is no sign of relaxation at this moment.

"Xuanqi, I'm fine, you don't have to worry too much." Leng Yijiao kept smiling slightly, because he didn't want Xuanqi to worry.

"Xian'er, drink this blood-cooling and anti-itching medicine first." Xuan Qiao endured the emotion that would erupt at any moment, and took a spoonful of the medicine with a spoon and sent it to Leng Yiying's lips.

At this moment, Xuan Qian regretted and blamed herself, she really shouldn't have softened her heart and rescued the couple of women and children.She wished that the couple would die, but because of Leng Yijiao's protection, she had no choice but to give up.

The high priest, who had always been tyrannical, was like a tiger whose claws had been pulled out. He had nowhere to vent his anger and could only swallow his teeth with blood.

"En." Leng Yizhen nodded his chin, and obediently opened his mouth to drink the concoction.

No matter how bitter the concoction was, Leng Yizhen only frowned slightly, not daring to say more.

One mouthful after another, Leng Yizhen drank the whole bowl of concoction.

Xuan Loi glanced at the empty white porcelain bowl, and then her expression eased a little, and she casually put the bowl on the table.

Looking up at the window, the sunset glow has all faded, and the sky is gradually darkening.The stars first appeared, and the crescent moon began to climb the treetops.

"Xiao'er, I want to stay tonight as a teacher." Xuan Qiao looked at Leng Yiyao seriously with a pair of amber eyes, and her tone could not refuse.

"This..." As soon as Leng Yijiao opened his mouth, Xuan Qiao interrupted him.

"You're not allowed to refuse." Xuan Qiao interrupted Leng Yiluo's words with a very firm attitude.

"Okay then." Leng Yizhen lightly pressed his temples with his fingertips, closed his eyes, and responded lightly.

Leng Yizhen has no extra energy to argue with Xuanqi here, the sudden headache made it difficult for Leng Yizhen to breathe, and his face became paler.

"What's wrong with Jian'er?!" Xuan Qiao suddenly widened her eyes and said with concern.

"It's okay, just a little headache." Leng Yizhen still closed his eyes, and lightly pressed his temples again with his fingertips, trying to relieve the headache.

Suddenly, Leng Yizheng's waist tightened, and then his toes lifted off the ground, and Xuan Qiao hugged him horizontally.

"Xuanqiu, let me down!" Leng Yijiao hooked Xuanqi's neck reflexively, and let go of it in a second, anxiously said, "You will get infected if you get too close to me like this!"

"It doesn't matter." Xuan Qiao ignored it, spit out two words lightly, and walked straight towards the bed with Leng Yijiao in his arms.

Xuan Loi laid Leng Yizhen flat on the bed, took off the shoes and socks for the other person, and let Leng Yizhen rest on her lap.

Leng Yizhen frowned tightly because of the splitting headache, tried his best to endure the throbbing pain from his brain, and closed his eyes without making a sound.

"Yi'er, just bear with it." Xuan Qian looked at Leng Yijiao with a distressed face, and lightly pressed the An Mian acupuncture point behind Leng Yijiao's ear with her fingertips.

Because she was too anxious, her fingertips trembled slightly.

He has just taken the medicine, although he has added sleep-promoting herbs to the prescription, but right now he can only wait for the medicine to take effect.

In order to relieve Leng Yizhen's headache, Xuan Qian could only massage the sleep point for the other party first, to help Leng Yizhen to sleep early.

Leng Yijiao clenched his white teeth tightly, enduring the extreme pain.I felt as if my head was about to be split open alive, and I almost fainted from the pain.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohood.....

Leng Yizhen, tortured by a severe headache, would rather die than live, the sweat on his forehead became denser and thicker, and finally he couldn't help crying out.

"Come here!" Xuan Qiao panicked for a moment, turned her head and shouted loudly outside the door, "Hurry up and get the priest's silver needle!"

Leng Yizhen couldn't remember how to relieve the headache in the end, because Leng Yizhen was in a coma all night.

In a daze, Leng Yijiao felt hot and cold.

At first he had a fever, his face flushed, and his whole body looked like cooked shrimp.The neck and chest were sweating all the time, and the collar and chest were already wet with sweat.

Leng Yijian was a little confused from the fever, his whole body was sore and weak, and he didn't even have the strength to change his clothes.

"You...you close your eyes." Leng Yikan leaned back in Xuanqi's arms, her voice a little hoarse.

"Okay." Xuan Qiao leaned back against the head of the bed, obediently closed her eyes, her slender and thick eyelashes swept over her eyelids, casting a small shadow.

Even with her eyes closed, Xuan Qiu's fingers are very nimble.Wrapping both hands around Leng Yizhen's waist, he untied the opponent's belt in a few strokes.

In a short while, all the robes on Leng Yizhen's body were taken off, revealing the creamy skin in the cool air.

When the fingertips accidentally touched Leng Yijiao's soft chest, Xuan Ai was obviously taken aback, and quickly withdrew her hand.

The lust fire that had been silent for a long time was instantly ignited in the body, Xuan Qiao tried her best to hold back, and a thin layer of water mist appeared in her eyes.

"Give me the clothes." Leng Yijiao bit her lower lip, and whispered to Xuan Mou for a long time, "I will do it myself."

Leng Yizhen's cheeks were blushing almost to the point of bleeding, and it was hard to tell whether it was due to fever or shyness.

Xuan Qiao came back to her senses, picked up the snow-white undershirt at the side and quickly put it on for Leng Yiluo.Fingertips landed on the belt, and after tying the bow, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Be good, you'll be fine after a good night's sleep." Xuan Qiao covered Leng Yiluo with a quilt, coaxed her softly, but her voice was already wet.

Leng Yizhen pulled up the quilt covering his chest, glanced at Xuanqi with a pair of pitch-black eyes, then immediately retracted it, and quickly turned sideways.

Xuan Qiao covered the corner of the quilt for Leng Yiluo, and then she lay flat on the bed, and pulled the quilt beside her to cover her body.

It was already the middle of the night, and Xuan Qiao was also tired.After a while, he fell into a deep sleep.

When it was almost dawn, Xuan Qiao felt a soft body slip into her arms.

Not only that, the other party is like a kitten trying to keep warm, curled up in Xuan's arms, greedily enjoying the warmth of Xuan's arms.

Xuan Qiao opened her eyes in a daze, wrapped her arms around Leng Yijiao's slender waist, and hugged the other party tightly in her arms, clearly feeling the chill coming from the other party's body.

Xuan Qiao lost her sleepiness in an instant, and quietly looked at Leng Yijiao who was sleeping soundly in her arms for a while.

"Master...Xiao'er...I miss you so much..." Leng Yizhen frowned tightly, the slender eyelashes had tears dripping unconsciously, and they fell with a slight trembling shed tears.

"Xian'er, what did you say?" Xuan Qiao's amber eyes suddenly sank, and she said leisurely.

"Master...Kan'er said...Kan'er misses you..." Leng Yichan kept repeating in his mouth, and his eyelashes became moist, "Kan'er... really miss you......"

"Who is the person that Jian'er is thinking about?" Xuan Qiao squinted her long and narrow almond eyes, with the tails of her eyes slightly raised, "Shen Han or Xuan Qiao? Or... Mo Yu?"

"Kan'er...Kan'er doesn't know..." Leng Yikan murmured softly, with a hint of crying.

When Xuan Mou heard this, her brows were furrowed tightly, her face became gloomy and cold, and she stretched out her arms trying to push Leng Yizhen away from her arms.

Unexpectedly, instead of being pushed away, this person wrapped around Xuan Mou's arms, and the whole person slipped into Xuan Moo's arms.

"Master, Jian'er is so cold." Leng Yijiao still kept her eyes closed tightly, writhing in Xuanqi's arms non-stop, trying to find an excellent warming position.

Xuan Qiao was helpless, frowned and sighed, hugged Leng Yijiao tightly again, trying to use her own body temperature to keep him warm.

There were bursts of numbness in the chest from time to time, Xuan Qiao tried her best to hold back the lust that was almost overflowing all over her body, and her brows frowned even tighter.

Xuan Qiao raised her chin slightly, her delicate and smooth neck like white porcelain was coated with a faint candlelight, and her eyelashes trembled slightly from time to time.

He bit his lower lip hard, as if he wanted to bite his lip to keep himself awake and not mess around.

Slowly into the night, the candlelight at the head of the bed weeps and weeps, and the incense in the stove hovers straight up, making the room fragrant.

For the first time, Xuan Love felt that the night spent with Leng Yizhen was so tormenting.