Master is a white moonlight

At the time of You, an orange-red sunset glow appeared in the sky, layer upon layer of smudged, dyeing the entire sky.

Leng Yizhen has been troubled by the rash for the past few days, so she has not been able to sleep well at night, and always comes to catch up on sleep during the day.

Fortunately, after the woman and child took the prescription to cure the plague, their bodies gradually recovered.In addition, because the baby has been hung by the best ginseng, the life is finally preserved.

Leng Yizhen lay sideways on the soft couch, curled up in Xuanqi's arms, sleeping soundly.

The slender and thick eyelashes drooped on the eyelids, and the eye feathers fluttered slightly from time to time, and he slept very restlessly.

The two wide sleeves were all rolled up, revealing half of the snow-white arms, and the red spots on the arms had begun to scab.

Xuan Loi lay sideways beside Leng Yijiao, propping his head with one hand and holding a feather fan in the other.With lowered brows and eyes, he looked affectionately at Leng Yizhen in his arms.

From time to time, the feather fan fell on Leng Yizhen's snow-white arm, gently sweeping over the rash that had begun to scab.

These conspicuous red spots appeared on the snow-white skin that was originally creamy, and Xuanqi's eyes were wet without realizing it, and the crystal tears slipped quietly from the corners of the eyes.

A careful plan was disrupted, and Xuan Qian could no longer use the excuse that the prescription was not prepared to delay the release of the prescription time and again.

Although the number of refugees who died due to the epidemic was far less than one-third of the total number of refugees, fortunately, those people with ulterior motives can no longer incite the refugees to riot at this moment, which can be regarded as a dampening of their spirits.

Forget it, the country is not as good as the people in front of me in terms of Xuanqi, let alone a mere Maolin County.

In the ten years before Leng Yijiao came back, what Xuan Qian wanted was the country of this great country, and what he wanted was the honor of holding great power in his hands.

But now, what Xuan Love wants is Leng Yijiao's sincerity.

"Xian'er, are you hungry?" Xuan Qiao put away the feather fan in her hand, and smiled slightly at Leng Yiluo.

"Well, a little bit." Leng Yijiao forced himself to sit up from the soft couch, slightly turned sideways to look at Xuanqi on the soft couch, "Aren't you asleep again?"

Recently, because of the itchy rash, Leng Yijian has been unable to sleep well.In order to take care of herself, Xuan Love always stays awake half the night.

No matter it is night or day, every time Leng Yijiao wakes up, she finds that Xuan Mou is awake, and she doesn't know if this person is asleep or not.

"Being a teacher is not sleepy." Xuan Qiao sat up after speaking, getting up from the soft couch, "For the teacher, I will order someone to prepare dinner."

Xuan Qiao stood in front of the soft couch, with her back facing Leng Yijian, fastened her belt again, and adjusted the neckline and hem of her robe.

He untied the hair tie tied around his wrist, and casually tied a black hair behind his head.With a light hook of the fingertips, the broken hair on the temples was hooked behind the ears.

"Come here." Xuan Qiao looked up at the door of the room, raised her voice slightly, "Prepare dinner."

"Here." Hearing the sound, the maidservant at the door quickly knelt down on her knees, saluted and retreated.

Xuan Qiao retracted her gaze, turned around and looked at Leng Yijiao who was still on the soft couch, who hadn't fully woken up, stretched out her arm to him, and said softly, "Yi'er, give me your hand as a teacher."

Leng Yizhen rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked up at Xuanqi's hands stretched out towards him.A sweet smile bloomed from the corner of his mouth, and he put his hand in the other's palm.

In a short while, the dinner was ready, and the maids filed in one after another, filling the entire Eight Immortals table with plates of delicious delicacies.

In the past few days, Leng Yijiao was strictly controlled by Xuan Qiao in terms of food, he could not eat spicy and cold food, and could only eat light food.

"Xiao'er, I know that you have endured hard these past few days." Xuan Qiao lowered her eyes and held a silver spoon with her green bamboo-like fingers, gently stirring the ginseng chicken soup in the bowl, "wait When Kan'er is cured, she can eat whatever she wants."

"That's what you said." Leng Yizhen put her hands on her chin and looked at Xuanqi who was opposite, with a hint of coquettishness, "Don't go back on your word."

"Naturally." The corners of Xuan Qiao's mouth raised unconsciously, and he said seriously, "My master is the dignified high priest of the Ji Kingdom, and he has never said anything before."

"Good boy, drink this bowl of soup first." Leng Yijiao scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup with a silver spoon, lowered his head and blew gently, and then brought it to Leng Yijiao.

"It's chicken soup again." Leng Yizhen frowned slightly, and muttered in a low voice.But he had to lower his head to hold the spoon in his mouth, and obediently drank the chicken soup.

Being forced to drink ginseng chicken soup every day for the past few days, Leng Yizhen has long since gotten tired of drinking it.But under the coercion and lure of Xuan Ling, he had no choice but to drink it up obediently.

"Xuanqi." Leng Yizheng swallowed the chicken soup in his mouth, and then asked, "How are those patients infected with the plague? Are they almost as good as me?"

Xuan Love took back the spoon without haste, and put it back into the white porcelain bowl to scoop up a spoonful of chicken soup.

"Don't worry, Jian'er, most people's illnesses have been brought under control, and some infected people have recovered." Xuan Qiao said calmly, without any emotion on her face.

"Come on, open your mouth." Xuan Qiao stretched the spoon full of chicken soup to Leng Yijiao's lips again, and persuaded softly, "Drink more."

Leng Yizhen opened his mouth obediently, lowered his head and sucked the spoon brought to his lips again, his eyes suddenly turned red.

"Xuan Qiao, I thank you on behalf of the people of Maolin County." Leng Yijiao looked up at Xuan Qiao, with starlight shining in his eyes, "I know I'm not qualified to say such things, but I just want to thank you."

"If Jian'er wants to thank you for being a teacher, you have to show some sincerity." Xuan Qiao suddenly smiled slyly, with the tails of her eyes slightly raised, "I promise to be a teacher on one condition."

"What condition?" Leng Yizhen had a premonition that the condition proposed by this person was not easy to deal with, and asked with a frown.

"Master, I haven't thought about it yet. Let me tell Jian'er after I think about it."

"Okay, as long as the conditions are not too excessive, I will definitely agree to you."

"Oh?" Xuanqi's flirtatious heart arose, she half-closed her long and narrow phoenix eyes, and looked at Leng Yijian with a smile on the corner of her mouth, "I don't understand what the meaning of 'excessive' in Jian'er's mouth is?"

"You...you obviously know it!"

"I really don't understand, can you tell me?"

After finishing speaking, Xuan Qiao leaned forward slightly.With a tilt of the head, soft lips covered the corners of Leng Yizhen's lips.

Leng Yizhen was caught off guard by the kiss, and her eyes widened in a daze.In just a second, he took the initiative to bite the opponent's lips.

Xuanqi slowly closed her eyes, her thick eyelashes swept over her eyelids, pretending to passively accept Leng Yizheng's kiss.

After the kiss was over, Leng Yizhen blushed with shame.He hurriedly took the white porcelain bowl with rice on the side, picked up a few grains of rice with chopsticks and put them into his mouth.

With one hand resting on her chin, Xuanqi quietly looked at Leng Yizhen in front of her, with a gentle smile on her lips, and used chopsticks to hold vegetables for Leng Yizhen from time to time.

Just after dinner, guard Huo came to send a message in a hurry.

"High Priest, this subordinate has something important to announce!" Huo Shiwei knelt on one knee, bowed his head, and clasped his fists.

"What's the matter?" Xuan Qiao raised her eyes to look at the door of the room, and said indifferently.

"There are many common people surrounded by the gate of the south city." Huo guard replied respectfully, "The common people want to see the high priest."

"Yes, I see." Xuan Qiao got up and said calmly.

"Xuanqi, are you going?" Leng Yijiao also stood up, looking at Xuanqi with worried eyes.

"This is the wish of the people, so I will go naturally." Xuan Qiao looked sideways at Leng Yijiao, stretched out her hand to Leng Yijiao, and asked, "Do you want to go with me as a teacher?"

"Well, good!" Leng Yijiao nodded repeatedly and responded.

............

At Haishi, there was a star in the dark night sky, and a torch was lit on the city gate.

Xuan Loi stood above the city gate in a long white robe, and on her head was a white jade crown with a warm and flawless jade color, and all her hair was tied in the white jade crown.

With the long and narrow eye ends hooked, the tear mole at the end of the left eye is extremely coquettish in the firelight, looking down on all living beings like a god.

Standing beside her was Leng Yizhen in a bright yellow robe, with a scarlet cloak on her shoulders, and a white veil that half covered her face. The bridge of her nose outlined a beautiful arc under the veil.

"Xuanqiu, what are they going to do?" Leng Yijiao glanced at the dense crowd under the city gate, turned around to look at Xuanqiu beside him, and asked inexplicably.

"Thank you, this priest, for saving their family members." Xuan Qiao raised her chin slightly, her expression as calm as ever.

After seeing the appearance of the high priest and Princess Feng Yi, the common people knelt down on their knees, bent their upper body to the ground, and kowtowed to salute.

"High Priest, Wanan!"

"Princess Feng Yi, Jin An!"

"Common people, please rise up." Xuan Qiao raised her voice and raised her hand to the common people under the city gate.

The wind at the gate of the city was very strong, and it blew Xuan Ling's wide sleeves, and the snow-white robes fluttered.Every gesture of his hands is a kingly demeanor, invisible with a natural arrogance and arrogance.

"The priest prayed to the gods to bless my country day and night, and finally moved the gods." Xuan Qiao looked calm, looked at the people under the city gate and said loudly, "The gods have blessed my country, so I gave this priest a cure for the epidemic." Only by using the prescription of Pie, the people of Maolin County can survive this difficult time safely."

As soon as the words fell, the people below whispered to each other and talked a lot.

"The high priest is really sent by the gods to protect my country!"

"Of course! The high priest is a person who can make wishes with the gods."

"........."

Who in the crowd was the first to bend down and kneel again, and shouted, "High Priest Shengming!"

Immediately afterwards, the common people knelt down on their knees, kowtowed to thank them, and said loudly.

"High Priest Shengming!"

"High Priest Shengming!"

The sound of the crowd was deafening, and the noise was endless, showing the people's admiration and worship for the high priest.

Leng Yijiao stood quietly on the spot, her eyes blushing unconsciously.In the blink of an eye, crystal clear tears burst out of his eyes.

I don't believe in the existence of any gods, I only believe in what I see in front of my eyes.Knowing that all the credit is due to Xuan Qiao alone.

In a trance, Leng Yijiao stared at Xuan's side face in a daze, tears fell to the ground slowly.