Su Lingyu hurried back to Tailing Peak, and didn't have time to ask Qu Panyan where the wing was, so she carried her back to her room, gently put her on the bed, and turned her head to tell Ling Nu to get more bedding Come, and close the doors and windows yourself.
After everything was done, Su Lingyu returned to the bedside and stretched out her hand to Qu Panyan's forehead, the temperature from her palm was as hot as touching a fireball. Su Lingyu looked sad, and pulled up the thick quilt for her, feeling puzzled—why did she really catch a cold and get a fever
Although Tailing Peak will emit a very heavy cold at night, ordinary monks who are not of the ice system can't stand it, and ordinary people can't bear even half of the contamination. Sickness and fever are normal, but Qu Panyan is not ordinary monk
Qu Panyan was born in a fire family and is a proud disciple of the Cangnan Sect. Her cultivation is sure to be outstanding. At her level, the spiritual power in her body would have been transformed into a warm spiritual flow to keep her warm. Forty percent of the frost-cold air she usually released could not make Qu Panyan blink.
How could this not compare to her 40% frost-cold Tailing Peak cold air that made Qu Panyan catch cold so easily
It was as easy as if Qu Panyan was just an ordinary person...
Su Lingyu looked at the person wrapped in the quilt who looked like a rice dumpling, and her thoughts changed, could it be that she was...
Qu Panyan, who was delirious from burning, suddenly frowned and murmured, his voice was as weak as a mosquito, which was hard for Su Lingyu to hear.
Su Lingyu put aside her doubts for the time being, and turned her head to care about Qu Panyan.
When facing Qu Panyan, she always has infinite tolerance and patience, and even her tone of voice has changed from the coldness of the past. While brushing away her long, shiny black hair to prevent her from pressing on her own hair, she said softly, "Is there something uncomfortable?"
Hearing her voice, Qu Panyan frowned slightly, and murmured again.
Su Lingyu leaned close to her, and suddenly faced her delicate face.
Qu Panyan is good-looking, unmatched by anyone, even in this weak and sick state, the tip of her frown brows is full of charming charm, her face is still incomparably gorgeous and shocking. When she was huddled under the quilt and only her head was exposed, she looked weak, pitiful and helpless, and Su Lingyu couldn't help but want to hold her in her hands and take care of her tenderly.
Facing this weak and pitiful junior, Su Lingyu's voice was even more gentle: "I'm so looking forward to the smoke, what's wrong?"
She saw the beautiful lips move, and her ears clearly caught a sound: "Whew."
Su Lingyu: "..."
Qu Panyan wriggled with difficulty, buried her head in the thick quilt, and said again: "Oh."
Su Lingyu suddenly found it funny, did she feel sad because she was sick and wanted to cry
Qu Panyan seemed to feel stuffy in the quilt, so she poked her head out again, wriggled with difficulty to rub against her legs, and hummed aggrievedly.
The little girl in front of her was very fragile emotionally even when she was sick, she became coquettish and coquettish.
Su Lingyu smiled, gently stroked the top of her hair, and comforted her: "Pan Yan, good boy, she will be fine when she wakes up."
Suddenly, Qu Panyan pulled out a hand from the very tightly wrapped quilt, grabbed her clothes at once, and held it tightly in the palm of his hand, with no intention of letting go.
Su Lingyu: "Looking forward to smoke?"
Qu Panyan gripped even tighter, as if Su Lingyu would run away as soon as she let go.
Su Lingyu said in a low voice: "Sister Lingyu won't leave, but stay here with Panyan, okay?"
Qu Panyan's frowning brows finally relaxed, and a smile finally appeared on his frail face. She closed her eyes, grabbed the corner of the clothes, and said in a weak voice with a hint of joy that couldn't be concealed: "Okay."
Su Lingyu did what she said, she really stayed by the bed and watched her fall asleep peacefully.
With Su Lingyu's company, Qu Panyan slept very peacefully.
The sky and the earth are quiet, and a needle can be heard in the spacious room. Su Lingyu looks at her silently. Her black hair spreads like a soft cloud on the square pillow. Her sleeping face is peaceful and beautiful, like a budding flower. , When she opens her eyes, she will amaze the world, she is so beautiful.
Suddenly, this beautiful junior nudged her with his head like a cat, and a smile appeared on his face.
This smile is pure and beautiful, with a touch of sweetness, which is reflected in Su Lingyu's beautiful eyes and turns into tenderness.
She bent down slightly, and stretched out her hand to gently stroke her black hair, which was soft and soft.
Suddenly, she felt very cute.
"Tuk-tuk-"
A spirit slave came to the door, knocked lightly on the closed door, and said respectfully, "Sovereign Master, the medicine is ready."
Su Lingyu lowered her voice: "Bring it in."
The spirit slave came in with the medicine. She could see that the suzerain was very nervous about the girl, so every movement was done lightly, not daring to make any loud noises to wake her up.
Su Lingyu took the medicine bowl herself, and the pungent and unpleasant smell of medicine wafted around her. She patted Qu Panyan softly: "Pan Yan, good boy, get up and take the medicine first, then go back to sleep after drinking."
Qu Panyan closed her eyes, her nose twitched, and then she was silent for a moment, then she let go of the hand that was holding Su Lingyu's clothes, her huge figure suddenly turned over forcefully, rolled into the bed with a grunt, and then Start playing dead at every turn.
Su Lingyu paused with the hand holding the medicine bowl: "..."
Su Lingyu called out to her: "Panyan?"
Qu Panyan ignored her for the first time, and she vaguely saw a little resistance from her back—this is, afraid of taking medicine
Su Lingyu laughed, shook her head, put the medicine bowl back on the serving plate, then got up and said, "Be good at self-cultivation, Sister Lingyu will come to accompany you later." Then she turned her head and whispered to Lingnu, "Wait for her Wake up and make another medicine."
Ling slave replied "yes" and retreated, Su Lingyu had something to ask the elders, so she also left together.
The whole room fell silent again, leaving Qu Panyan lying on the bed alone. She was still unconscious, and she was sleepy, and Ben's brows that had stretched out were wrinkled again.
It smells bad, she thought in a daze, just like traditional Chinese medicine.
...
After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Qu Panyan woke up leisurely. After a night of sleep, the feeling of dizziness subsided a lot, and I finally regained some energy.
Hot, really hot.
She got up covered in sweat, her hands and feet were still a little weak and she pushed away the layers of bedding. Although there were only three layers, she pushed out the weight of a towering mountain.
She thought, being sick is really annoying!
The dull feeling faded away, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she touched the fresh air, rubbed her eyes, and waited until her vision became clearer before she began to look around.
She didn't know what time it was outside, but a bright lotus lantern had already been lit in the room. From the orange light, it could be seen that the room was very spacious. There is a black golden sycamore screen, which exudes an antique flavor everywhere.
She suddenly recalled that this morning Su Lingyu asked Ling Nu to clean up her wing room, could it be this one
But... ...
She grabbed the square pillow and sniffed it gently - but the smell on the pillow was clearly the fragrance of sister Lingyu's body!
"Are you awake?" Su Lingyu walked out from behind the screen.
Qu Panyan showed joy on his face: "Sister Lingyu!" He asked again, "Whose room is this?"
Seeing that her eyes were clear, she must have recovered a little bit, Su Lingyu also calmed down a little, and responded to her with a faint nod, saying: "Mine."
Su Lingyu summoned her slave again and said, "Bring the medicine."
Then he walked to the edge of the bed to check the temperature of her forehead, it was still a little hot.
Qu Panyan was overjoyed when she found out that she was sleeping in Su Lingyu's room, and sneezed a few more times, then opened a pair of bright eyes under her hands, and looked at her obediently: "What medicine?" do i matter
Su Lingyu withdrew her hand: "Nature is the medicine for your illness."
Qu Panyan blinked. Who else can use the word "boil" besides traditional Chinese medicine? But the smell and taste of traditional Chinese medicine is something she resists very much no matter which world she is in—no matter which time and space she is in, traditional Chinese medicine will always be frighteningly bitter.
But after saying this, she remembered that when she was in a trance, she did smell an unbearable bitter smell of medicine. She thought it was a dream, and thought the smell was as bad as traditional Chinese medicine—it turned out that it was fucking Chinese medicine!
Qu Panyan silently grabbed the quilt, and wanted to lie back down again, pretending that she hadn't woken up yet.
Then she was stopped by Su Lingyu: "Why don't you drink medicine when you are sick?"
Qu Panyan pondered for a moment, then said, "Drink more hot water?"
Su Lingyu said: "Nonsense, such a grown-up person is still afraid of taking medicine?"
Sister Lingyu, you misunderstood, I am not afraid of taking medicine, I am afraid of taking traditional Chinese medicine, I can still take western medicine. Qu Panyan said silently in her heart.
"Sister Lingyu," Qu Panyan looked up at her, and said seriously, "I'm still a 'little girl', I have the right to be afraid of taking medicine, if you don't believe me, you can ask my sister."
Su Lingyu: "Huh?"
Qu Panyan took a step back: "Then can you ask the doctor if they can make a pill for me to swallow?"
Su Lingyu poked her on the forehead: "Don't mess around, drink the medicine well. It's just a bowl of medicine, and you can finish it as soon as you open and close your eyes."
Qu Panyan burst into tears in her heart. I can't, sister, I really can't...
Seeing her pursed lips, Su Lingyu felt a little helpless. She only knew that she was afraid of thunder, but she didn't expect that she was afraid of taking medicine.
It's so funny and cute.
Su Lingyu suddenly remembered something again, and asked, "Did the spiritual power in your body keep you warm?"
Qu Panyan raised his head and looked back at her: "No."
Strange to say, since she began to practice fire spells, she has not been affected by the cold for a long time. What's more, with the improvement of spells, she didn't feel too cold - until yesterday's Tailing Peak.
She couldn't figure it out, okay, why is the built-in heater broken? Why do you have a cold and a fever
As a cultivator, how could she catch a cold and have a fever? This is simply a disgrace to the cultivation world!
Qu Panyan felt that she had no face, as if she had cultivated a fake fairy.
After Su Lingyu heard the answer, the answer that emerged in her heart gradually became clearer, but she didn't say much, she just told Qu Panyan: "Have a good rest, and everything will be discussed after you recover from illness."
Su Lingyu didn't dislike her sudden weakness, which made her a little happy, and she obediently said hello without asking any more questions.
Then he looked at Su Lingyu, then looked around, and finally mustered up the courage to ask: "Is sister Lingyu always with me?"
Su Lingyu recalled the hem of her clothes being grabbed, and said honestly: "Almost."
It's almost the same. After Qu Panyan let go of her, she went to find the elders, and even went to the library to find the book she wanted, and then rushed back, because she was very worried that the sick Qu Panyan would wake up and see her. People who see her will start to feel uncomfortable and want to cry again.
Fortunately, when she came back, she was still curled up in the bed and fell asleep peacefully. After that, she stayed with her while reading a book behind the screen until she woke up.
Qu Panyan really didn't expect Su Lingyu to accompany her.
She only vaguely remembered that when she was burning and confused, she seemed to really grasp something, and then a nice voice called her "Pan Yan" in her ear, and said that she would accompany her.
That voice was very similar to Su Lingyu, and there was a delicate fragrance floating on it, which was exactly the same as the smell of Su Lingyu she liked, so she refused to let go after grabbing it, and instinctively moved to where the voice was. Passed over, rubbed happily.
Then a pungent smell of medicine came through the air, like a ruthless stick knocking away the fragrance she liked, pressing her every step of the way, the desire to survive made her turn around and run away.
She never expected that it was all true—the traditional Chinese medicine was true, and Su Lingyu, who said she would accompany her, was also true!
Qu Panyan's brows were beaming with joy, but within three seconds of being happy, the arc of her smile suddenly stiffened on her face, and the familiar bitter smell of medicine descended on the room again—the Ling slave walked in with the medicine.
Qu Panyan looked at the medicine and then at Su Lingyu, immediately turned up the quilt, and before Su Lingyu could react, she quickly lay back down: "I'm sleepy, sister Lingyu, see you tomorrow!"
Su Lingyu stepped forward to fish her out of the quilt, and said solemnly: "Drink the medicine obediently, and don't make me angry."