Shen Qingxuan was seriously ill.
Lying on the bed and waking up occasionally, when being poured with soup, pills, and medicinal soup, Shen Qingxuan tried his best to cooperate with them one by one, and the doctors and doctors came and went in an endless stream.
On the winding path outside the villa, there were once again cars, horses and sedan chairs.
Master Shen asked all the servants, why did he suddenly become seriously ill again? The servants looked at each other, no one dared to stand up and drink until the third watch of the night, and ordered the master to take a cold bath as punishment. Everyone shook their heads.
Shen Qingxuan raised his hand with great effort, so as not to let anyone continue to pursue him. After all, the banquet is what he wants to open.
This illness continued day after day, Shen Qingxuan knew in his heart that the severity of the illness this time could not be controlled by ordinary medicines.
The medicine dregs in the yard had piled up into a small mound, but he didn't improve.
His body was hot and cold from time to time, when it was hot, Shen Qingxuan really wanted to ask someone to bring an egg and smash it on his body to see if it was cooked; when it was cold, he felt like he was back to childhood, Going back to the moment when I fell into the ice cave, I was extremely terrified.
When the discomfort in his body was intolerable, Shen Qingxuan couldn't even turn over while lying on the bed, it was not without hatred in his heart.
I hated myself for being too indulgent that night and got drunk; I hated the servant for not fulfilling his duties and told him to take a cold shower after drinking; He soaked in cold water and had a dream.
It must be known that his body was originally weak, but after eating hot wine, he was soaked in cold water, the heat in his body was agitated by the cold water, is there any reason why he would not be ill? In addition, he did that thing in the water again, and his essence was damaged, which made the situation worse.
I also hate to live to this day, not even a single person who is willing to think carefully about himself.
Gritting my teeth in my heart, I gradually felt tired again. The hatred has faded away, and I just think about dying sooner, so as to save myself from suffering.
When waiting to die, Shen Qingxuan would often think of Yi Mo.
Even think of the dream in the cold water that night. However, he couldn't even remember the face of the woman in the dream, only remembering her tenderness and beauty.
What is more memorable is the sudden feeling of being surrounded by icy body, knowing that it was just a dream caused by being immersed in cold water, but it couldn't be shaken off.
As well as the voice that I have only heard once but never forgotten, the whispers in my ears—clear and ancient, beautiful and beautiful.
It was clearly Yi Mo's voice.
Every time Shen Qingxuan thought of this, he would involuntarily shiver, not daring to think about it any further.
He instinctively felt danger. Instinctive avoidance of danger.
Another day's worth of decoction was poured in, filling his stomach to the brim. Shen Qingxuan only felt that the taste of the medicine was extremely disgusting, but he tried his best to swallow it. At night, his stomach began to churn, and the bitter medicine juice rushed to his throat from time to time. , Shen Qingxuan swallowed down, but the medicinal juice surged up crazily. After struggling for a long time, Shen Qingxuan finally couldn't bear it, opened his mouth, and a large pile of medicinal juice splashed out like an arrow. The bed, bedding, pillows, Drenched as much as possible.
Shen Qingxuan vomited profusely, and only vomited up the medicine juice and the pills that were too late to break down in his stomach.
The flustered maids and servants were busy carrying basins and handing water.
Shen Qingxuan could no longer take the medicine.
Even if you smell it, you have to spit out the bile.
After another three days of hard work, Shen Qingxuan lay on the bed, his face was as white as paper, his breathing was weak, and he occasionally opened his eyes to look at the top of the blue and white tent, thinking of Yi Mo frequently.
I remembered the first time he bit himself. Thinking of Zhou Zheng's words written by him while hiding his figure. Thinking of him going down the mountain, it was just to find skin... Thinking about it, I laughed in my heart, and suddenly felt sad after laughing. He promised to protect him from robbery, but now I am afraid that he will not be able to last until that time.
Yimo, why haven't you come back yet
Thinking of this, I feel inexplicably wronged. Eye sockets are sore. After waiting for a while, I couldn’t help but think fiercely, you are really useless, a hornless and footless big long worm, your skin was stolen by someone, and you have cultivated for nothing for more than a thousand years, why didn’t someone catch you How about grilling the skin and bone and stewing it into snake soup? !
He thought, scolded, and laughed at the same time.
Little did he know that he was lying on the bed, angry like gossamer, but closed his eyes, suddenly angry, smiling, and about to cry, how terrified the people around him who guarded him were terrified.
There was a rumor quietly circulating in the villa that night, the young master was probably bewitched by some kind of obsession, maybe he had run into something evil.
The young servants and maids who were drinking together that night gathered together quietly, and after discussing for a while, they each took out some money and made up a lot. They secretly went down the mountain to buy some paper money, incense, candles and other things, and asked the older cook to discuss the rules. Then he hid and worshiped, and begged those ghosts to let his young master go.
When Yi Mo rushed back, it happened to be this dark mountain, lit up with lights, green smoke and ashes floating together like ghosts.
Shen Qingxuan's mind was drifting at this moment, not knowing that Yi Mo had arrived, he recalled the woman in the dream before in a trance, saying that wine had spilled on her. Shen Qingxuan thought to himself, I only poured Yi Mo a cup of tea, okay, what do I do if I pour wine on you? After a while, I realized that it was just a dream. Then I thought, maybe I poured a cup of tea on Yimo and got acquainted with him, and then dreamed about ghosts, and created this kind of scene of splashing and getting acquainted.
Just thinking wildly like this, Shen Qingxuan clearly felt a hand covering his forehead, and then a cold air flow penetrated from the forehead into the brain, and then flowed into the limbs. Shen Qingxuan was awakened by the ice.
For a moment, I smelled the cold and fresh breath. It is completely different from the smell of medicine that surrounds it all day long.
Shen Qingxuan opened his eyes, stared blankly at the person in front of him, and said in a silent voice: You are considered to be back... I thought it would be too late.
Unexpectedly, Yi Mo withdrew his palm, glanced at him from top to bottom, and then said flatly: "You are...you really smell bad."
Shen Qingxuan had just recovered from his breath, and called him another word, so easily agitated that he almost lost his breath.
It was night, all the people in the villa were staggered and fell asleep on the ground.
A black gust of wind suddenly blew past them, and a figure could be vaguely seen wrapped in the black wind.
Go straight to the hot springs on the top of the mountain.
After Yi Mo said those words, Shen Qingxuan came back to his senses and breathed a sigh of relief because he refused to let him go, and he didn't want to ask someone to boil water to take a bath. It was really the bucket of cold water that made him suffer so much a few days ago. Death is not willing to enter the barrel at this time. I could only pull Yimo and tell him to take me to the hot spring on the top of the mountain.
Yi Mo brought him to the hot spring, and with a slight movement of his fingers, the clothes on Shen Qingxuan's body immediately fell apart like fallen leaves in the wind.
The owner of those clothes was already blushing.