Du Zheng hurried back to Qianji Hall in a hurry, carrying the pack of "life-saving" tonics.
Drill into the small kitchen in the bamboo garden, pour three bowls of water into the medicine pot, boil it and boil it over low heat to form a bowl. He hurriedly scooped up some cold spring water and went upstairs, soaked a cloth towel to wipe Huo Linfeng to cool down, and after a while, it got hotter.
Huo Linfeng was drowsy, his thin lips were so dry that they peeled, and his throat was swollen and painful as if a stone was embedded in it. "Idiot, water..." he muttered, shrinking into the brocade quilt at the same time.
Du Zheng hurriedly served tea, fed it little by little, and comforted him: "Master, you sleep first, I'll call you when the medicine is ready." Tucking the quilt, he took out the ginkgo gray handkerchief from the lapel, and simply twisted it Wet compress on Huo Linfeng's forehead.
Huo Linfeng fell asleep obediently. About half an hour later, a strong smell of medicine wafted to the second floor.
Du Zheng brought a bowl full of pitch-black concoction, and while blowing on the cold, he rejoiced. He used to decoct the decoction for wind and cold in the Hou's mansion, and it smelled different. He thought, maybe this is the difference between Jiangnan and Saibei.
After the medicine cooled down, he coaxed: "Master, drink it quickly."
Huo Linfeng half closed his eyes, leaned over and took a sip. "Uh..." After taking a sip, I couldn't help but stare coldly, "What did you make, it tastes so strange."
Du Zheng said: "It was given by Rong Luoyun, it seems that he specially grabbed the medicine for you."
Huo Linfeng calmed down, did Rong Luoyun give this medicine? Rong Luoyun caught him on purpose
It seemed that Hanzhou and his party shared weal and woe, the man probably relied on him a lot, so he endured the unpleasant smell, pinched the tip of his nose and drank it in one gulp.
Covered with quilts and tents, he wants to ride out the cold safely.
Within an hour, Huo Linfeng's body was burning hot, and he woke up slowly from the discomfort. The light and shadow in his field of vision were mottled, just at dusk, as if a big fire had ignited in his eye sockets.
He is like a fish that has dried up and begged for water, rolling to the bedside to find water in the basin.
"Idiot..." Huo Linfeng shouted, "Cold water..."
Wuming was in the middle, Rong Luoyun fed fish and pigeons, served the living creatures who had been alone for a few days, went to the bedroom to take a bath, and changed into clean clothes. After he finished these trivial tasks, the setting sun was about to end, and a disciple brought dinner.
Open the food box and see, there are elm leaf soup, beef cheese and barley rice, with two meat and two vegetables. Rong Luoyun took a bite of the sliced meat, tasted it, and it was not too old, so he must be able to handle a picky tongue.
He wanted to go and see how Huo Linfeng was doing, and then have dinner together as a thank you for the roasted rabbit in the mountain monastery. Thinking of this, he took the food box and walked down the corridor, leaving the unknown residence before dark.
Walking to Qianji Hall, it was the second time to go to that bamboo garden.
The first time was Xu Zheng's funeral, and he personally packed his belongings.
The garden that had been abandoned for a whole year changed drastically, and Rong Luoyun couldn't help looking at it when he stepped into the garden, and he entered the bamboo building after a while. The bamboo ladder creaked, and a low moan was faintly heard, as if Huo Linfeng had woken up.
Ascending to the second floor, he walked to the door of the bedroom: "Duzhong, I brought some food—"
Rong Luoyun choked for a moment, and saw his body squirming behind the tulle curtain, and the moaning turned into a roar. He regained his senses and rushed to the bed, before he could lift the curtain, Huo Linfeng tore off the entire gauze curtain forcefully.
"Eucommia?" He pushed aside the swaying tulle and hurriedly looked at the other person's face, "Eucommia, what do you think?"
The stern face was already burning red, and the redness spread to the ears, neck, and chest, waking Huo Linfeng alive from his sleep. His eyes were blurred, his ears were buzzing, and his voice was hoarse: "It's so uncomfortable, I'm hot..."
Rong Luoyun was startled, could it be that the effect of the brocade bag is too strong? He didn't care about thinking, and found a cloth towel to wipe the other person's face, and said while wiping, "It's nothing, just spend it now, you're worth it."
There was another creaking sound, Du Zheng called Shanquan again, it was cold. But he was frightened, the master not only did not recover, but worsened. Outside the door, he saw Rong Luoyun and shouted, "What are you doing!"
Rong Luoyun had never been yelled at like this before, and he was stunned: "I, I'll come and see him."
Du Zheng scolded: "You still have the face to see, what kind of medicine did you give?!"
Rong Luoyun opened his mouth to answer, but was interrupted by Huo Linfeng's low growl, which sounded extremely painful. Just now when he shouted for heat, Huo Linfeng was trembling at this moment, curled up into a ball wrapped in a quilt.
Why is that... Rong Luoyun stood up and approached: "Eucommia, Eucommia?"
Huo Linfeng dilated his pupils and looked at him, feeling very cold, very cold.
Alternating hot and cold, when it is cold, it feels like a needle piercing the bone, like falling into an ice cave, and when it is hot, it is scorched by charcoal, and a piece of flesh will burn off the tip of the heart. Under such torture, he was fragile and confused, so he spoke with a pair of sharp eyes.
Rong Luoyun's heart trembled, the appearance of that trapped beast made him feel pitiful, which made him panic. He got up and touched Huo Linfeng's cheek, it was so hot, he closed his hands into a fist and immediately rushed out the door.
Rong Luoyun ran out of Qianji Hall without stopping, and ran into countless disciples along the small street to the long street. He could not wait to shout: "Big brother! Big brother!" Finally ran into Zuishen Yazhu.
Duan Huaike heard the sound: "Why is it so urgent?"
Rong Luoyun paused, panting and said: "Brother, Eucommia is seriously ill, follow me to Qianjitang to have a look." He didn't wait for anyone's consent at all, he dragged and dragged like a naughty boy.
Taking Duan Huaike back to the bamboo garden, Huo Linfeng became hot again at this moment, his upper body was naked, writhing and rolling like a wild animal, but he couldn't release his raging anger.
Duan Huaike commanded: "Catch him, and I will diagnose his pulse."
Where can it be caught, General Huo swept through Qianqi's strength, and swung Du Zheng to the wall with one arm. Rong Luoyun couldn't use his skills right now, so he tried his best, and when Huo Linfeng resisted, he hugged him sideways.
At that moment, Huo Linfeng breathed a sigh of relief, and he was at peace.
Rong Luoyun was as stiff as a rock, and the side of his neck was hot, it was the thin lips attached by the other party. It wasn't enough, Huo Linfeng pressed his whole face to rub his neck and behind his ears. It was so hot, and that burning sensation spread, as if it was torturing him too.
He was fixed like a acupuncture point, holding the opponent's hand and clenched into a fist, intending to crush his shame.
At this time, Huai Ke said: "The pulse condition is extremely chaotic. He was originally infected with wind and cold and caused high fever, but a violent force invaded his body. Now the cold air lingers inside, and the evil fire invades the body. No wonder the pain is so severe."
Rong Luoyun was taken aback for a moment, how could it be the wind and cold? Isn't that weak
Duan Huaike asked Du Zheng: "What did he eat after the attack of the cold?"
Du Zheng said angrily: "I didn't eat any rice, I only drank the soup and medicine given by the Second Palace Master."
All eyes swept over, and Rong Luoyun admitted slowly: "It was me, I made a mistake." Regardless of good intentions or not, he did something bad anyway, "I thought he was weak and weak, Yuanyang was damaged, Xiang Chaomulou My grandmother wants to come to supplement the medicine..."
Duan Huaike raised his eyebrows: "You are very lenient."
Du Zheng stared: "You're crazy! My younger brother is not like you, and Yuan Yang, who is a virgin, needs you to worry about whether it is worthwhile!"
Rong Luoyun was taken aback again, virgin
He looked down at Huo Linfeng, from the sweaty temples to the bulging arms, from the flat waist to the slender legs... Is this tall body a virgin
"I like the gentle countryside the most. The rain and clouds are overturned. Jiao'e comforts me for a good night..."
He still remembered the other party's words, could it be a lie
What about the heart and liver treasure, is it also fake
At this time, Duan Huaike prescribed a good medicine and ordered Du Zheng to go out of the palace to catch him. Before he left, he warned: "There is no panacea for immediate results in this world, and it is inevitable to suffer overnight, so take good care of it."
Du Zheng thanked him, sent Duan Huaike away, turned around and changed faces. "You go too, go and go!" He is a cowardly guy, but his loyalty can move mountains and seas, "I don't care if you are a princess or a prince, if you continue to trouble my brother, I will die with you!"
Rong Luoyun was wronged, so he had no choice but to bear it. He leaned over to lay Huo Linfeng flat little by little, just as he touched the pillow, the other hugged him like a hungry tiger. He snorted, his flesh and blood hurt from being strangled, Huo Linfeng repeated in his ear: "Don't go...don't go..."
The tighter and tighter they are, the tight fit is shameful. But he found a reason: "Your brother won't let me go."
Du Zheng snorted and ran downstairs to get some medicine.
On the top of the willows on the moon, the lights illuminate the green bamboo bed into red, and even the brocade quilt and silk pillow are also red. Rong Luoyun kicked off the silk shoes, relaxed his body and let Huo Linfeng hug him, maybe it shouldn't be like this, he said dully: "For me to repay the healing."
Huo Linfeng didn't care about him, he pinched him, rubbed against him, rolled and rolled into the bed, crushing him tightly. He closed his eyes tightly, there was no good flesh in his neck and ears, and his thin lips and sharp teeth were entangled bright red and wet.
Suddenly, Huo Linfeng turned cold, hissing like a wolf screaming. He went too far, hugging each other like thick vines wrapped around twigs, wishing to eat him with his hands and feet.
Rong Luoyun lost his soul and silently begged "be gentle".
Huo Linfeng murmured: "Little fox...don't run away..."
The crackling of the candle wicks illuminated the red waves on the bed, and the wind blew the bamboo windows closed, hiding the birds from peeking at the spring light. It was such a difficult night, hot and cold repeatedly, and then the pain gradually became lighter, but the hugging hands did not relax a bit.
Huo Linfeng tried his best to sniff the fragrant fragrance.
With a fire in his heart, he panicked and dreamed of a cloud and rain in Wushan.
At dawn, the disciples of Qianji Hall got up to practice one after another, and there was a lot of commotion outside. Rong Luoyun opened his eyes when he heard the sound, and glanced around sleepily, his gaze resting on the face beside him. He touched the forehead, and the touch was slightly cool, and the evil spirit had receded.
He tiptoed out of bed, kicked on his shoes and left.
Quietly leaving the bedroom, the stairs creaked, he slid down the handrail, stepped out of the bamboo garden, walked out of the Qianji Hall, and turned into the small street before suddenly relaxing. As the master of the palace, he stayed in the disciple's other garden for the whole night, not only sleeping in the bedroom, but even sharing the same bed.
Rong Luoyun panicked all the way, and fled back to the nameless residence like a puff of smoke.
He took a shower and changed clothes when he left, and he also took a shower and changed clothes when he came back. He was eager to wash off the smell of Huo Linfeng after being rubbed like that. After washing, he lay down on the couch in a daze and read a book, but he couldn't read a single word.
He held the lacquer box to eat honey, dried prunes and apricots, candied green fruits, and spat a handful of small kernels into the palm of his hand. Frightened by the sweetness, he went to the hall to find some tea, and turned his face to see Lu Zhun coming.
"Second brother," Lu Zhun walked to the eaves with both hands in his hands, "Elcommia gave it to you, and I will help run errands."
A lantern with a bamboo handle and a swallow kite, Rong Luoyun asked, "Du Zhong gave it to me?"
Lu Zhun said: "He said your lamp was broken, so he made one for you, and the kite probably did too." Thinking back for a moment, "It was the day you went to Hanzhou, he saw that you were not here, so he entrusted me to pass it on to you."
Rong Luoyun was momentarily stunned by the unexpected and late gift.
He sat cross-legged under the eaves and looked at the lamp carefully, with a plain and elegant face, and a circle of cloud patterns painted on the bamboo handle. He couldn't help but wonder if Huo Linfeng was thinking of him, so he drew the clouds, or when he was painting the clouds, he was thinking of him...
It's the end of spring, the weather is hotter, and it's easy for people to think about it.
He put down the lamp and looked at the kite again. No ink was applied, a sand swallow with its face facing the sky. Holding the bamboo bone in one hand and the spool in the other, he got up in a daze and went out the door.
Rong Luoyun walked along the small street, walking faster and faster, and then trotted to loosen the silk thread. The clothes fluttered with the kite, the disciples he met looked at him in surprise, the pickers almost lost the melons and fruits, he ran blindly, running, and finally stopped outside Qianji hall.
He found the wall near the bamboo building and released the line by the wind.
The kite soared upwards, and a white swallow floated in the water-blue sky.
In the bamboo building, Huo Linfeng drank another dose of medicine, and couldn't remember what happened last night. He was unable to do anything else, so he took out the "Nie Jing" and sat halfway to read.
Stuffed all night, the breath in the room mixed with the smell of medicine, bitter.
"Idiot?" He called Du Zheng, but the fellow was making soup downstairs, but no one answered.
Huo Linfeng had no choice but to get out of bed and push the window, leaning against the window frame to enjoy the cool breeze. When he looked up, there was a swallow kite floating in the air, the one he pasted with bamboo paper. Looking down along the silk thread, Rong Luoyun stood outside the wall, looking up at him.
Wrapped in spring, and the spring breeze saves people, Huo Linfeng's mind suddenly flooded with clear and real scenes from last night.
He couldn't help beckoning, Rong Luoyun pulled up the thread when he saw this, a little clumsy and eager, and then he threw himself into Qianji hall like a swallow. He sighed in his heart...
It's obvious that it has never been tender, but it's better than a good day.