Shen Qingxuan was seriously ill.

When lying on the bed and occasionally waking up and being poured into soup, pills, and medicinal soup, Shen Qingxuan tried his best to cooperate with them one by one.

On the winding path outside the villa, there was a continuous flow of cars and horses and sedan cars.

Master Shen scolded the servants, why did he suddenly become seriously ill again? The servants looked at each other, and no one dared to stand up and lead the night to drink until the third watch, and then ordered the master to take a cold bath. All shook their heads.

Shen Qingxuan raised his hand laboriously, not allowing anyone to pursue further investigations. After all, the banquet is to be opened by oneself.

The disease continued day by day, Shen Qingxuan knew in his heart that this time the disease had come on so fiercely that ordinary medicines could not control it.

The dregs of medicine in the courtyard had been piled up into a small mound, but he did not improve.

From time to time, his body would fluctuate from time to time. When it got hot, Shen Qingxuan really wanted to have someone bring an egg and smash it on his body to see if it could be cooked; when it got cold, he felt like he was back in childhood. Going back to the moment when he fell into the ice cave, he was extremely terrified.

When Shen Qingxuan was lying on the bed and couldn't even turn over when he felt unbearable, it wasn't that he didn't hate it.

He hated himself for being too indulgent and drunk that night; he hated the servant for not doing his duty and told him to take a cold shower after drinking; and he hated the servants and the Mid-Autumn Festival night for telling the stories of those fox fairies and ghosts too lingering, provoking them. He soaked in cold water and had a spring dream.

It should be noted that his body was originally weak. He ate hot wine, but dipped it in cold water. The heat in his body was called cold water. Is there any reason not to get sick? In addition to doing that thing in the water again, the essence and essence are lost, and it is even worse.

I hate to live to this day, there is not even a person who is willing to take care of himself carefully.

I gritted teeth in heart, and gradually felt tired again. The hatred has faded, and just want to die earlier, save the life of suffering.

When waiting to die, Shen Qingxuan would often think of Yi Molai.

I even remember the dream in the cold water that night. But can't even remember the face of the woman in dream, only remember being gentle and beautiful.

What I remember more deeply is the feeling of the sudden icy body surrounding me. I knew it was just a dream caused by being immersed in cold water, but I couldn't get rid of it.

And the voice that I heard only once, but never forgot, the whisper in my ear - Qing Gu Yeyan, Xiu Run Tiancheng.

It was clearly Yimo's voice.

Every time he thinks of this, Shen Qingxuan shudders involuntarily, not daring to think about it any longer.

He instinctively felt dangerous. Instinctively avoid danger.

Another day's decoction was poured into his stomach, filling his stomach full. Shen Qingxuan only felt that the medicine was extremely disgusting, but he swallowed it with all his might. , Shen Qingxuan swallowed it down, but the concoction poured up crazily, and for a long time, Shen Qingxuan couldn't bear it anymore, opened his mouth, and a large amount of concoction spewed out like arrows, the bed, bedding, pillows, Get all wet.

Shen Qingxuan vomited with a big mouthful of gulps, and only vomited cleanly by putting the medicinal juice in his stomach together with the pills that were too late to decompose.

The panic-stricken servant girl handed out water from a basin, busy in a bunch.

Shen Qingxuan could no longer take the medicine.

Even if you smell it, you will even spit out the bile.

After another three days of hard work, Shen Qingxuan lay on the bed, his face white as paper, his breath was weak, occasionally opening his eyes and looking at the blue and white tent, he frequently thought of Yimo.

Thinking of the first bite he took on himself. Thinking of Zhou Zheng's words written by him while hiding his figure. Thinking that he went down the mountain, but to find the skin... I laughed in my heart, and suddenly felt sad after laughing. He promised to protect him from the robbery, but now he is afraid that he will not be able to last for that time.

Yimo, why haven't you come back?

Thinking of this, I feel inexplicably aggrieved. Eye sockets are sore. After waiting for a while, I couldn't help but think fiercely, you are really useless as a big worm without horns and legs, and your own skin was stolen. Is it good to peel the skin and deboned it and stew it into snake soup? !

He thought, scolded, and laughed.

Little did he know that he was lying on the bed with anger, but closed his eyes, suddenly angry, then smiled, and then wanted to cry, and the people around him who were guarding him were frightened.

This night, there was a rumor quietly flowing in the villa, and the young master was probably caught by some fascination, perhaps he was hit by evil.

The little servants and maids who gathered for the wine that night gathered together quietly. After discussing for a while, they each took out some silver money, collected a lot, and secretly went down the mountain to buy some paper money, incense candles and other items. Afterwards, he hid and worshipped, begging those ghosts to spare his young master.

When Yimo rushed back, it happened to be a scene in the dark and deep mountain, where the lights were lit, and the smoke and ashes floated together like a ghost.

Shen Qingxuan's mind drifted at this time, not knowing that Yimo had already arrived, he thought in a trance of the woman in the dream before, saying that the wine was spilled on her. Shen Qingxuan thought, I only poured Yimo a cup of tea, okay, what do I do with the wine? After a while, I remembered that it was just a dream. I thought again, maybe I poured Yimo a cup of tea and got acquainted with him, and then I dreamed of some ghosts, and I also created such a scene of splashing and getting acquainted.

Just thinking about it like that, Shen Qingxuan clearly felt a hand on his forehead, and then a cold air flowed from his forehead into his brain and into his limbs. Shen Qingxuan was woken up by the ice.

For a moment, smelled the cold and fresh breath. It is completely different from the medicinal smell that lingers around all day long.

Shen Qingxuan opened his eyes, stared blankly at the person in front of him, and said silently, "You're back... I thought, I can't wait.

Unexpectedly, Yimo retracted his palm, his eyes swept his body from top to bottom, and then said lightly: "You are now...it smells really bad."

Shen Qingxuan just took a breath and called him another sentence, and he was so excited that he almost turned his back.

It was night, and everyone in the villa fell to the ground and fell asleep.

A black gale suddenly blew in front of them, and it was faintly visible that a figure was wrapped in the black wind.

Go straight to the hot springs at the top of the mountain.

After Yimo said that, Shen Qingxuan regained his senses and relieved his anger because he was unwilling to let him go, and he was unwilling to ask someone to boil water for bathing. It was the bucket of cold water that made him suffer so much a few days ago. Death does not want to enter the barrel at this time. He could only pull Yimo and ask him to take him to the hot spring on the top of the mountain.

Yimo took the person to the hot spring, and with a slight movement of his finger, the clothes on Shen Qingxuan's body spread out and fell like fallen leaves in the wind.

The owner of those clothes was already blushing.