Master is a white moonlight

With a "snap", the sound of the bronze mirror falling to the ground resounded in the silent air.

"Damn this servant!" Biyu knelt down on her knees with a "plop", her shoulders trembling uncontrollably, "Please forgive me, Your Highness the Princess."

Leng Yizhen sat blankly on the edge of the bed, gently stroked her neck with her fingertips, her eyes filled with fear.

After a while, Leng Yizhen forced out a smile, looked down at Biyu at his feet, "Get up, you didn't make a mistake."

"It's the servant who failed to take good care of Her Highness the Princess." Biyu said with her whole body bent on the ground, choked with sobs, "The servant deserves death."

"Okay, get up quickly." Leng Yizhen leaned over, ready to lift up Jasper on the ground.

As soon as his fingertips touched the opponent's shoulder, Leng Yijiao's pupils suddenly dilated, and he quickly withdrew his hands.

"Jasper!" Leng Yijiao called out with an anxious tone, "Get my veil quickly."

Afraid of infecting others with the plague, Leng Yixuan drove out all the maids who were serving around him, and locked himself in the house alone.

I was not used to being served by others, Leng Yizhen felt a lot more relaxed without others around.

After a brief wash, Leng Yizhen changed into a bright yellow robe, and tied her long hair behind her head casually with a headband of the same color.

Leng Yizheng sat alone at the dining table, scooped up a spoonful of rice porridge from a white porcelain bowl, and started to eat it.

I didn't sleep well last night, I was dreaming in a daze.I dreamed something, but I didn't remember anything when I woke up.

At first it was a splitting headache, which tortured Leng Yizhen to death.Later, the headache disappeared, and my body became hot and cold because of the fever.After tossing and tossing for nearly a night, I didn't gradually fall asleep until the middle of the night.

There were bursts of unbearable itching from the neck and arms from time to time, and Leng Yizhuo resisted to scratch, and endured it very hard.

Just after eating a few mouthfuls of rice porridge, there was a sudden knock on the door, followed by Xuan Qiao's familiar voice.

"Xiao'er, open the door." Xuan Qiao stood at the door dressed in white, and withdrew her knocking hand, "The medicine is ready."

When Leng Yizhen heard this, he quickly put the spoon in his hand back into the white porcelain bowl, and got up to get the veil on the dressing table.

With a "creak", the wooden door was pushed open from the inside.

Leng Yizhen stood behind the door in a bright yellow robe, with a white veil on his face, revealing only a pair of dark eyes glowing with light.

"Why is Jian Er wearing a veil?" Xuan Qiao asked, frowning slightly, looking at Leng Yi Yao.

"I'm afraid I'll infect you with the plague." Leng Yizhen replied truthfully, then turned around and entered the room, and walked straight to the bed.

Leng Yizhen sat on the edge of the bed and got up on the bed.Leaning back against the head of the bed, he looked listless.

From waking up in the morning till now, Leng Yizhen was so sleepy that he felt drowsy all over.

"Good boy." Xuan Qiao also sat down beside the bed, using a spoon to stir the black concoction in the white porcelain bowl, "Drink the medicine and it will be fine."

"Is this the medicine to cure the plague?" Leng Yikan asked casually while staring at the medicine bowl.

"Well, it was formulated overnight by the master." Xuan Qiao scooped up a spoonful of the concoction and put it on her lips, bowed her head and blew gently.

"So!" Leng Yizhen regained his energy in an instant, looked at Xuan Qiao and said excitedly, "Those patients infected with the plague can be saved?!"

"Don't worry, Jian'er, my teacher has ordered someone to send the prescription to the resettlement center." Xuan Qian gave Leng Yiluo a reassuring smile.

Hearing this, Leng Yixuan was overjoyed.He raised his hand to take off the veil on his face, and wanted to take the medicine bowl from Xuan Qiao's hand, but Xuan Qiao severely refused.

"Xian'er is obedient, let me feed you." Xuan Qiao brought the spoon in his hand to Leng Yiluo, with an orderly tone in his tone.

"Xuanqiu." Leng Yijiao looked at Xuanqiu and advised earnestly, "It's better for you to have less contact with me."

"Are you worried about being a teacher?" Xuan love stared straight at Leng Yiying with a pair of phoenix eyes, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and she casually put the white porcelain bowl on the wooden stool beside her.

"I'm not joking with you, I'm serious." Leng Yizhen shrank back reflexively, "If you are also infected..."

Suddenly, there was a wetness on the lips.

Leng Yizhen suddenly opened his almond eyes wide, and stared at Xuanqi who was so close in disbelief.

"Hmm...you!" Leng Yijiao tried to get away, but was pushed to the head of the bed by Xuan Qiao, and the whole person pushed her up.

Xuan Loving kissed Leng Yizhen fiercely, sucking the other's tongue hard, and the lust that had been suppressed all night last night was awakened again.

The soft lips left Leng Yizheng's slightly red and swollen lips, and the tip of her tongue slipped down, engulfing the other's earlobe in one bite.

"Xuan Qiao...don't be like this..." Leng Yijiao was extremely weak due to exhaustion all over his body, and begged in a crying voice, "I beg you...don't be like this... …”

Xuanqi stopped suddenly, raised her eyes to look at Leng Yizhen, her thick eyelashes had already become moist.

Leng Yizhen leaned against the head of the bed with a particularly weak appearance, and closed her eyes tightly.The eyelashes fluttered slightly from time to time, like cicada wings with broken wings.

"Xian'er, I'm sorry." Xuan Qiao pulled Leng Yi into her arms and said with distress, "It's not good to be a teacher."

"Xuan Qiao, I beg you." Leng Yizhen said weakly, her voice was hoarse and moist, "Don't come close to me, you will be infected."

"Xiao'er, I like you as a teacher. This is the second time I have told you that I have told you. You should remember it." Xuan Qian hugged Leng Yijiao tightly, as if wanting to rub him into her body.

"As a teacher, I am not afraid of being infected." Xuan Qiao looked up at the fallen leaves outside the window, and said affectionately, "As a teacher, I just want to be with Jian'er day and night, and never separate."

Leng Yizhen rested her chin on Xuanqi's shoulder, the tears in her eyes could no longer be controlled, crystal clear teardrops rolled down and wet her shoulders.

After crying for a long time, Leng Yijiao put away his emotions and gently pushed Xuanqi on his body, "Is the medicine cold?"

Xuan Qian was reminded, so she let go of the arms around Leng Yijiao, and picked up the white porcelain bowl on the wooden stool sideways.

"Xian'er, let me feed you for the teacher." Xuan Qiao scooped up a spoonful of the concoction, her eyes softened a lot.

"En." Leng Yijiao nodded her chin slightly, and responded.

Sip after sip, Leng Yizhen obediently drank the whole bowl of bitter concoction into his stomach.

"Xian'er, remember not to scratch the macula with your hands." Xuan Qiao put the empty bowl on the wooden stool beside her, looked sideways at Leng Yijiao and told her, "It will be fine when the macula festers."

"Will there be scars?" Leng Yizhen asked anxiously, "Will there be rashes elsewhere?"

"Don't worry, you won't leave any scars, and you won't have rashes anywhere else." Xuan love explained patiently, "After Kang'er recovers, the master will make another prescription for her. It won't leave any scars."

"Well, it's really itchy." Leng Yizhen frowned, and gently touched the rash on his neck with his fingertips, "I really want to scratch it."

"I'm going to fetch a feather fan now, Master. If you feel itchy, you can use this feather fan to scratch." Xuan Qiao said, getting up, walked two steps and then stopped, looking sideways at Leng Yijiao again exhort.

"Don't scratch it with your hands, but remember!"

"Yeah, remember!"

Leng Yizhen nodded her chin obediently, and watched Xuanqi walk out of the room.

As soon as Xuan Qiao stepped out of the door, Leng Yijiao came to the desk and found a brush and white silk.

Leng Yizhen sat in front of the desk and spread the silk on the desk.Picking up the brush with his right hand, he filled the ink with the tip of the pen.

"Scutellaria baicalensis, Coptis chinensis, and ginseng, one or two each." Leng Yizhen frowned in thought, and silently wrote the prescription on the silk, "Renzhong Huang, Cangzhu, Platycodon grandiflora, and talc, two liang each... "

Just now when Xuan Love fed himself the medicine, Leng Yijiao silently wrote down the ingredients contained in the prescription in his heart.

In the past few years of learning medical science with Shen Han, Leng Yizhen has already learned to appreciate medicinal materials. As long as the prescription is not too complicated, Leng Yizhen can recognize the medicinal materials contained in the prescription.

After silently writing out the complete prescription, Leng Yizhen lowered his head and gently blew on the silk, trying to make the ink dry faster.

Leng Yizhen didn't know why he did this, he just felt more comfortable preparing the prescription.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps getting closer and closer outside the door.

Leng Yizhen hurriedly put the prescription into the drawer and put it away, and walked quickly towards the bed.He took off his shoes and leaned back against the head of the bed.

Xuan Qiao appeared at the door with a feather fan in her hand, stepped over the threshold and entered the room, and handed the fan to Leng Yijiao.

"Xian'er, here's your fan."

Feather fan with white fluff, whose fluff is shaped like white snow and soft like fluffy fluff.

"Thank you." Leng Yizhen reached out to take the feather fan and thanked her.

Just when the neck was itching again, Leng Yijian raised his neck and gently scratched the rash with a feather fan in his hand.

"You don't have to be so polite to Master." Xuan Qiao said, sitting on the edge of the bed, and took Leng Yiluo's left hand, "Come on, let Master take the pulse of Jian'er first."

Leng Yichen reflexively wanted to withdraw his hand, fearing that he would infect Xuanqi with the plague.

"Don't forget, Jian'er." Xuan Qian tightly grasped Leng Yijiao's wrist, unwilling to let go, and the fingertips of the three fingers of her right hand rested on the side of Leng Yijiao's wrist.

"The teacher has just kissed Jian'er." Xuan Qiao said calmly as usual, "If it is really going to be contagious, the teacher has already been infected with the plague."

"Why did you do this?!" Leng Yizhen was a little anxious, and suddenly sat up straight, "Why do you want to infect yourself with the plague?"

"Because I don't want you to be alienated from my teacher." Xuan Qian leaned forward and approached Leng Yijiao, her fingertips lightly touched Leng Yijiao's chest, her voice suddenly became wet, "Whether it's the body, or this Heart."

"Xuanqi...you..." Leng Yijiao fluttered her thick eyelashes, and her heartbeat accelerated in vain.

"Shhh, don't talk." Xuan Qiao squinted her phoenix eyes halfway, with the tails of her eyes slightly raised, and put her right index finger on Leng Yijiao's soft lips.

The eyes are alluring to all living beings, and the mole at the end of the eye is extremely charming, which makes Leng Yizhuo instantly dazed.

Before Leng Yizhen could react, Xuanqi's wet and soft lips fell on the corner of his own.

Clearly feeling the sound of his violently beating heart, his cheeks were as blushing as the sunset in the sky, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Kissing and kissing, Leng Yijiao actually took the initiative to cater to her, trying to make this kiss longer.