Fengjiu took a look and said, "Okay, that's it! Keep an eye on your master. If he has a fever or cold sweats in the middle of the night, wake me up." After she gave the instructions, she closed the stone door.
She took off her coat and lay down on the bed, exhaled lightly, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.
She had thought that she would spend the wedding night with Mo Ze tonight, and she had prepared herself mentally. However, Murong Yixuan interrupted the good atmosphere and ran here from the Xuanyuan Empire in the middle of the night. She was exhausted tonight, and her mood was up and down, which was very sad.
Although I was in a strange place, I was so tired and the night was getting darker that I fell into a deep sleep.
Outside, Murong Yixuan was guarding his master's bedside, and he finally felt relieved. When his master brought him here, it almost changed his life.
If he hadn't met his master, he might still be wandering somewhere. His master had given him a new life. Although they were called master and apprentice, they were better than father and son. He guided him in his cultivation, with strictness and kindness. He couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if Fengjiu hadn't been there.
Sitting on the bedside in a daze, he did not rest until the doctor who had left earlier came in with the prepared medicine. Then he fed his master the medicine little by little.
Because his master was unconscious, only half of the medicine was consumed at most. The doctor did not go to rest because the sect leader asked him to stay and look after him. Therefore, the two of them sat by the bed and watched to see if the situation Fengjiu described occurred.
The first half of the night was normal, but in the second half, he noticed that his master seemed a little strange. Not only was his body hot, but he was also sweating coldly. He seemed to have regained some consciousness, and his brows were tightly knitted.
So in the middle of the night he knocked on the stone room where Fengjiu was resting: "Fengjiu, Fengjiu, hurry up and take a look, my master has a fever and cold sweats, Fengjiu..."
Hearing the sound, Fengjiu could only get up from the bed, put on her clothes and walked out of the room to check on her master...
Until the early morning came, a ray of light slanted in from a window of the cave and fell on Fengjiu's resting body. She turned over lazily, pulled up the quilt to cover her head and continued to sleep.
She hardly slept last night because she was woken up not long after she fell asleep. She didn't go back to her room to rest until dawn. At this time, it was quiet outside, and she just wanted to take a nap and get enough rest.
However, at noon, she was woken up again.
"Fengjiu, I asked someone to cook some porridge, please get up and have some!" Murong Yixuan was shouting outside. Having not slept all night, there was a hint of fatigue between his brows.
In fact, for a cultivator, not having a night of rest would not be a big deal. However, he is worried, so his mood and emotions are naturally different, making him more easily tired.
Fengjiu sighed softly, climbed up, washed up, opened the stone door and walked out, then sat down at the stone table outside.
"I asked someone to cook some porridge with spiritual rice. It tastes pretty good. You can try it!" Murong Yixuan scooped a bowl for her and handed her a pair of chopsticks: "There are also a few side dishes."
"Yeah." She didn't hesitate. She took a sip of the porridge as she smelled its fragrance, then picked up some side dishes to eat. Before she finished her breakfast, she heard the sect leader and others coming outside again.