Du Zheng rushed back to Qianji Hall in a hurry, carrying the package of "life-saving" tonic.

Drill into the bamboo garden kitchen, pour three bowls of water into the medicine pot, bring to a boil and simmer into a bowl. He hurriedly scooped up some cold spring water upstairs, and soaked a cloth towel to cool Huo Linfeng.

Huo Linfeng was drowsy, his thin lips were dry and skinny, and his throat was so swollen that it seemed like a stone was embedded in it. "Idiot, water..." He murmured, shrinking into the quilt at the same time.

Du Zheng hurriedly served tea, fed it in little by little, and comforted: "Master, you go to sleep first, I will call you when the medicine is ready." He tucked the quilt, took out the ginkgo gray handkerchief between the quilts, and simply twisted it. Wet compress on Huo Linfeng's forehead.

Huo Linfeng obediently fell asleep, and after about half an hour, a strong smell of medicine floated to the second floor.

Du Zheng brought a bowl full of black concoction, and he took a breath while blowing the cold. He used to fry the decoction to treat wind and cold in Hou's mansion, and it smelled different. He thought, maybe this is the difference between Jiangnan and Saibei.

When the medicine was cool, he coaxed: "Master, drink it quickly."

Huo Linfeng closed his eyes halfway, leaning over to take a sip. "Uh..." After taking a sip, he couldn't help but stare at Flying Needle, "What did you make, it tastes so strange."

Du Zheng said, "It was given by Rong Luoyun. It looks like he specially grabbed the medicine for you."

Huo Linfeng calmed down, was Rong Luoyun giving this medicine? Rong Luoyun deliberately caught him?

It seemed that Hanzhou and his party shared weal and woe, and the man relied on him a lot.

Gai was under the tent, and he wanted to ride the cold air safely.

In less than an hour, Huo Linfeng was hot all over and woke up slowly. His vision was mottled with light and shadows, which coincided with dusk, as if a fire had ignited in his eyes.

Like a dried-up fish seeking water, he rolls to the side of the bed to find the water in the basin.

"Idiot..." Huo Linfeng whispered, "Put some cold water..."

Wuming is in the middle, Rong Luoyun feeds the fish and pigeons, waits on the living creatures that have been lonely for a few days, and then enters the bedroom to take a bath and change into clean clothes. After he finishes these trivial things, the setting sun will be gone, and a disciple will bring dinner.

When opened the food box, saw elm leaf soup and beef cheese wheat rice with two meat and two vegetarian dishes. Rong Luoyun took a bite of the sliced ​​meat, it was delicious and not too old, so he must be able to cope with the picky tongue.

He wanted to see how Huo Linfeng was doing, and then have a meal together as a thank you for the roasted rabbit at Shanzhong Temple. Thinking like this, he walked down the corridor with the food box and left Wuming Residence before dark.

Walking to Qianjitang, it was the second time went to the bamboo garden.

The first time was when Xu Zheng held a funeral, and he personally packed up his belongings.

The garden that had been abandoned for a whole year has changed greatly, Rong Luoyun could not help but look at it when he stepped into the garden, and only 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.

On the second floor, he walked to the door of the bedroom: "Du Zhong, I brought some food—"

Rong Luoyun choked for a moment, only to see his body wriggling behind the tulle tent, and the moan that came from turned into a roar. He returned to his senses and rushed to the bed. Before he could lift the curtain, Huo Linfeng forcefully tore off the whole gauze curtain.

"Du Zhong?" He peeled off the swaying tulle and hurriedly looked at the other's face, "Du Zhong, what do you think?"

His stern face was already burning red, and the redness spread to the roots of his ears, neck, and chest, waking Huo Linfeng alive from his sleep. His eyes were scattered, 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 medicinal effect of Jin Bao is too strong? Without thinking about it, he found a cloth to wipe his face, and said while wiping, "It's alright, it's good to pass this time, you're not wrong."

After another squeak, Du Zheng called the mountain spring again, and it was cold. But he was frightened, not only did the master not get better, but his condition worsened. Outside the door, he saw Rong Luoyun and shouted, "What are you doing!"

Rong Luoyun was stunned when he was yelled like this: "I, I'll come and see him."

Du Zheng scolded: "You still have the face, what kind of medicine are you giving?!"

Rong Luoyun opened his mouth to answer, but was interrupted by a low growl from Huo Linfeng, which sounded extremely painful. Just shouting hot, Huo Linfeng was trembling at this moment, wrapped in a quilt and curled up into a ball.

Why is this... Rong Luoyun got up and approached: "Du Zhong, Du Zhong?"

Huo Linfeng dilated his eyes to look at him, only to feel so cold, so cold.

Alternating between cold and heat, when it is cold, it is like needle-piercing cold, like falling into an ice cave. Under such torture, he was fragile and confused, so he spoke with a pair of eyes that were completely lost.

Rong Luoyun's heart trembled, the appearance of the trapped beast was pitiful, causing him to panic. He got up and touched Huo Linfeng's cheek, it was so hot, he closed his hand into a fist and rushed out of the door immediately.

Rong Luoyun ran out of the Qianji Hall in one go, and without stopping, he walked along the small street to the long street, ramming countless disciples along the way. He shouted with burning eyebrows: "Big brother! Big brother!" Finally, he ran into the drunken elegant building.

Duan Huaike heard the sound and said, "Why is it so urgent?"

Rong Luoyun stopped for a moment, gasping for breath, "Brother, Du Zhong is very ill, you can follow me to Qianji Hall."

Taking Duan Huaike back to the bamboo garden, Huo Linfeng became hot again after a while, his upper body twitched and rolled like a wild beast, but he couldn't release his anger.

Duan Huaike ordered: "You catch him, and I will diagnose his pulse."

Where can catch it, General Huo swept the power of Qianqi, and with a raised arm, he swung Du Zheng to the wall. Rong Luoyun couldn't use his power right now, so he tried hard, and when Huo Linfeng resisted, he hugged him sideways.

At that moment, Huo Linfeng breathed a sigh of relief and was at peace.

Rong Luoyun was as stiff as a rock, his neck was so hot that it was the thin lips attached to him. It wasn't enough, Huo Linfeng put his whole face close to him, burying his head and rubbing his neck and behind his ears. It was so hot, the burning spread, as if tormenting him.

He was pinned down like a point of acupuncture points, holding the opponent's hand and clenching it into a fist, intending to crush the shame.

At this time, Huai Ke said: "The pulse is very disordered. He originally contracted the wind-cold and caused a high fever, but a mad force invaded his body. Now the cold is still in the body, and the evil fire is invading the body. No wonder the pain is like this."

Rong Luoyun was stunned for a moment, what is the wind cold? Isn't that weak?

Duan Huaike asked Du Zheng, "What did he eat after his cold attack?"

Du Zheng said, "I didn't enter the grain of rice, so I just drank the soup and medicine given by the second palace master."

All eyes swept over, Rong Luoyun admitted: "It was me, I made a mistake." No matter whether he was kind or not, he did something bad, "I thought he was weak and weak, Yuanyang was damaged, and he went to Chaomulou. The old lady is going to come for tonic..."

Duan Huaike raised his eyebrows: "You're more lenient."

Du Zheng stared: "You're crazy! My brother doesn't look like you are reckless, and the virgin Yuan Yang is using you to worry about nothing!"

Rong Luoyun was stunned again, virgin?

He lowered his eyes to look 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 Wenrou Township the most. The rain and clouds are all overturned. Jiao'e comforts me to spend a good night..."

He still remembers the other party's words, is it a lie?

As for the sweetheart Baoluo, could it be fake too?

At this time, Duan Huaike prescribes a good medicine and orders Du Zheng to go out of the palace to catch it. Before leaving, he warned: "There is no instant cure in the world, and it is inevitable to suffer overnight. Take good care of it."

Du Zheng thanked him, sent Duan Huaike away, and turned around to change his face. "You too, go, go!" He was a timid guy, but loyal enough to move mountains and seas, "I don't care whether you are a princess or a prince, if you continue to toss my brother, I will perish with you!"

Rong Luoyun justified his loss and could only bear it dumb. He leaned over to lay Huo Linfeng flat a little bit, and as soon as he touched the pillow, the other party hugged him like a hungry tiger devouring sheep. He groaned, his flesh was strangled, and Huo Linfeng repeated in his ear, "Don't go...don't go..."

The tighter and tighter it got, the humiliating gesture of this tight fit. But he found a reason: "Your brother won't tell me to go."

Du Zheng snorted and ran downstairs to get medicine.

On the moon above the willow tip, the lights illuminate the green bamboo bed red, and even the silk pillow with the brocade quilt also turns red. Rong Luoyun kicked off the silk shoes, relaxed his body and let Huo Linfeng hold it. Maybe it shouldn't be like this.

Huo Linfeng didn't care about him, he pinched him, rubbed against him, rolled over and got caught in the bed, compacting him. He closed his eyes tightly, there was no good flesh on his neck and ears, and his thin lips and sharp teeth were entangled with red and wet.

Suddenly, Huo Linfeng became cold and hissed like a wolf's wailing. He went too far, hugging each other like thick vines wrapped around twigs, and eating people with his hands and feet.

Rong Luoyun was distracted, and silently begged "lighter".

Huo Linfeng murmured, "Little fox...don't run..."

The heart of the candle crackled, and the red waves were turned on the bed. The night was so difficult, the heat and cold went back and forth, and the pain gradually eased, but the hugging hand did not relax a little.

The nose is light and sweet, Huo Linfeng tries his best to smell the aroma of Hengwu.

With a raging fire in his heart, he panicked and dreamed of a Wushan **.

When the morning light was dim, the disciples of Qianjitang got up to practice one after another, and there was no small movement outside. Rong Luoyun opened his eyes when he heard the sound, and glanced around nervously, his eyes stopped on the face beside him. He touched the forehead, the tentacles were slightly cold, and the evil energy had already receded.

He tiptoed out of bed, put on his shoes and left.

Quietly leaving the bedroom, the stairs creaking, he slid down along the handrail, stepped out of the bamboo garden and walked out of the Qianji Hall, and then he suddenly relaxed when he turned to the side street. As the palace master, he stayed in the disciple's other garden all night, not only sleeping in the bedroom, but also sharing the same bed.

Rong Luoyun panicked all the way, and fled back to Wumingju like a puff of smoke.

He took a shower and changed his clothes when he left, and also showered and changed his clothes when he came back. After washing, he lay on the small couch in a daze, holding a book to read, but he didn't recognize a single word.

He held the lacquer box to eat honey food, dried plums and apricots, candied green fruits, and spat out a handful of small pits in the palm of his hand. Terribly sweet, he went to the hall to find tea, and turned his face to see Lu Zhun coming.

"Second brother," Lu Zhun walked under the eaves with both hands in his hands, "Du Zhong gave it to you, I'll help run errands."

With a bamboo-handled lantern and a swallow kite, Rong Luoyun asked, "Did Du Zhong give it to me?"

Lu Zhun said: "He said that your lamp was broken, so he made one for you, and I guess so is a kite." Thinking back for a moment, "It was the day you went to Hanzhou, and he asked me to hand it over when you were not there."

The unexpected and late gift made Rong Luoyun stunned for a moment.

He sat cross-legged under the eaves and looked at the lamp carefully, with an elegant face and a circle of cloud patterns on the bamboo handle. He couldn't help but wonder if Huo Linfeng was thinking of him, so he drew clouds, or when he was drawing clouds, he was thinking of him...

At the end of spring, the weather is hotter, and it is easy for people to think blindly.

He put down the lamp and looked at the kite again, a sand swallow with its face up to the sky, without applying any ink. 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, his footsteps getting faster and faster, and then he trotted to loosen the silk thread. The coat and kite fluttered together, and the disciples he met looked at him in surprise. The picker nearly lost the fruit. He kept running, running, and finally stopped outside the Qianji Hall.

He found the surrounding wall near the bamboo building and took advantage of the wind to release the line.

The kite fluttered up, and a white swallow floated in the blue sky.

In the bamboo building, Huo Linfeng drank another dose of medicine, but he couldn't remember what happened last night. He was unable to do anything else, so he took out the "Mirror of Sin" and sat half-sit reading.

Feeling suffocated overnight, the smell in the house mixed with the smell of medicine, and it was bitter.

"Idiot?" He called out to Du Zheng, who was cooking soup downstairs, but no one answered.

Huo Linfeng couldn't, so he got out of bed and pushed the window, leaning against the window frame to bathe in the breeze. When he looked up, there was a swallow kite floating in the air, the one he made with bamboo paper. Looking down along the silk thread, Rong Luoyun stood outside the fence, looking up at him.

Wrapped in the spring light, the spring breeze is gentle, Huo Linfeng's head banged, and the clear and real scene from last night flooded.

He couldn't help beckoning, Rong Luoyun closed the line when he saw it, a little clumsy, a little eager, and then he rushed into the Qianji Hall like a swallow. He whispered in his heart...

Obviously it has never been gentle, but it is more than a good day when it comes.