Song Lang hummed triumphantly at Hu Feng, and walked to Bai Zhi's side with a smile, and said softly: "Go away first, for fear that they will make trouble when they wake up."
Bai Zhi said, hurriedly backed up a few steps.
He stepped forward and skillfully took a needle from a person's body, asked the guard to take it out of the pool, put on his clothes casually, and threw it into the iron cage.
The other two are the same. They took the needles and threw them into the cage, lest their madness remained unresolved and hurt people again.
The three woke up one by one, but did not go crazy again, but looked at them with a weak and confused expression, their mouths open but they were speechless.
Song Lang immediately ordered: "Pour medicine."
Old Yuan waved his hand, and the guard waiting outside came in with a medicine jar. The medicine in the medicine jar was poured out, divided into three parts, and poured into the three of them.
Song Lang said to Bai Zhi: "Go out, and wait until they finish the diarrhea."
Bai Zhi nodded: "It's okay." It would be fine if it were a woman, but these are three men, and it is indeed not good for her to stay here with a girl.
She was fine, because she was afraid that the three men would be unhappy.
The three of them stood in the courtyard, the sunlight had penetrated the thick clouds, and the golden glow was spreading all over the earth.
It's just that the cold wind in the deep winter is still bitter, and the sudden change in temperature from the warm inner room to the cold outside is very uncomfortable.
For many days, she has not been able to sleep well, physically and mentally exhausted. With this alternating hot and cold, Bai Zhi's thin body can no longer stand it.
She sneezed three times, and Hu Feng quickly took off her coat and put it on Bai Zhi's body: "Is it cold?"
His clothes are not thick, but they are warm. She raised her head and chuckled, "It's not cold anymore."
The morning sun fell on her slightly raised cheeks, and the faint golden glow could see the almost transparent earlobes, the graceful cheek lines, the full and moist pink lips, and the beautiful eyebrows like distant mountains.
Her beauty is like a natural painting, even if she uses thousands of pens and inks, it is difficult to write all the beauty of this moment.
Obviously it was just a face that was immature, but in her eyes, she couldn't see the slightest childishness.
If it wasn't here, if there were others here, he would want to hold her in his arms now, and use his body to warm her body and mind.
Seeing these two people's deep affection, Song Lang burst into flames, and immediately said to Xiaoqing on the side: "The white girl has caught the wind and cold, go and prepare some ginger soup."
Xiaoqing should be at once, and when he turned around, there was a smile in his eyes.
It seems that the son is jealous. Looking at this situation, the white girl will definitely not have anything to do with the son. It's so good, isn't it
She stepped on brisk steps and laughed secretly that what she said last night was really funny. Outsiders can't get involved in emotional matters.
Even if the room was closed, the stench from inside spread out.
Song Lang took out a sachet from his arms and handed it to Bai Zhi: "This sachet uses purple bell incense. Hold it to avoid foulness."
Before Bai Zhi could refuse, Hu Feng pushed his hand away and took a sachet in his hand: "Use mine."
Bai Zhi raised her eyebrows and looked curious. How could Hu Feng have a sachet on her body? Doesn't he hate this kind of stuff the most? Never seen him wear this on his body.
Look at the stitches and patterns of this sachet, it's clearly a woman's hand.
Bai Zhi took it silently, leaned in front of her nose and smelled it. The smell was delicate, floral, not special, and the scent was somewhat mixed. It should have used several kinds of flowers.
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