"What's wrong with your hand?" Shen Yifeng asked as soon as he got out of the pharmacy.

Li Weizhu said, "It's okay. ”

Originally, it was Madder who was pushing Shen Yifeng, but at this time, Shen Yifeng held the extension of the wheelchair with both hands, the wheelchair started moving, and his wheelchair crossed to Li Weizhu, looking at Li Weizhu, "What's wrong with your hand." ”

His voice was low, less gentle than before, and more solemn.

"It's best if you don't push it. Li Weizhu said weakly.

"You answer my question first. Shen Yifeng looked at Li Weizhu, because he couldn't see the love in his eyes clearly because he was against the light, "Daishan, I thought that we were not ordinary." ”

What else could Li Weizhu say, her face was flushed, and her plain white hands were stretched out in front of Shen Yifeng, "Look, there's nothing." ”

Just when he wanted to withdraw his hand, the tip of his middle finger was pulled by Shen Yifeng, "I'll take a look." He looked closely, and the temperature on the man's hand was like a tiny lightning bolt swimming through his body, making her hair burst open with sensitivity.

"Don't give me needles tonight. Shen Yifeng said, and after finishing speaking, he let go of Li Weizhu's hand.

"How's that going to work? Li Weizhu said, "I'm a doctor, I'll recuperate after I finish acupuncture for you." ”

Shen Yifeng thought of the residual poisonous power on his body, and closed his eyes fiercely.

On the road, I saw the tallest building, which was four stories high, the cyan tiles were shining in the sun, and there were cranes standing on the four corners, or there were those who hung their heads, or some who were ready to fly, or there were those who stood on one foot and looked out, and there was the sound of silk and bamboo wind music coming out of the pavilion, which made people feel refreshed and happy.

This is the Rifle Tea House.

Li Weizhu and Shen Yifeng both had this idea in their hearts at the same time, Shen Yifeng thought of Li Weizhu's longing when he talked about the poetry meeting that day, and said: "Let's come to the teahouse tomorrow." I promised you earlier that I would go with you to the poetry meeting, and this is also a gathering of literati, so let's go and see it. ”

Li Weizhu said gently, her eyes curled, and she nodded heavily.

During the day, Li Weizhu let her hands work, and when she first pricked Shen Yifeng's head and face at night, her hands were fine, but when she pressed Shen Yifeng's body in the bathtub, she was a little powerless, and her left hand accidentally slipped between his legs.

Counting the previous one, it was the fourth time that Li Weizhu had expelled Shen Yifeng's poison, and she had stopped being shy, but at this moment, her fingers touched the soft flesh between his legs, and she buried her head deeply, not daring to look at Bai Qi and Madder.

After pinching, he endured the discomfort and pricked Shen Yifeng's needle, and when the qiē was over, Madder sent Shen Yifeng to the next room, Li Weizhu was also tired, and wanted to wash up, but his hands kept trembling.

Bai Qi saw that Li Weizhu didn't even have the strength to stretch out his hand, so he was very distressed, and rubbed a little bit of medicinal oil to knead Li Weizhu's hands.

Seeing Li Weizhu close her eyes, Madder said, "Miss, I'll change your clothes for you and take a bath, it will be more comfortable." ”

"Good. ”

Li Weizhu was so tired that she fell asleep with her eyes closed in the bath, Bai Qi silently took Li Weizhu out, wrapped it in a towel, and dressed her in a middle coat.

Bai Qian's strength is not as strong as madder, and Li Weizhu is not a child, when Bai Qi came out with her, her clothes were stained with water, and Bai Qi ran around in and out of the room again, and she got sick the next morning, Li Weizhu wanted to scrape Bai Qi, Bai Qi shook her head, "Miss, I'm fine, just drink some medicine." After saying that, he covered his mouth with his hand, and coughed a few times.

Li Weizhu's hand was indeed still uncomfortable, coupled with Bai Qian's insistence, he only prescribed medicine in the end, and when he got up on the third day, Shen Yifeng still thought that he had only slept for one day, and was a little surprised to see Bai Qi lying weakly on the bed.

In fact, Bai Qi's illness is not very serious, but these days are tiring and tired, and his body is tired and he faints.

"I'm fine. Bai Qian said, "Aren't Shizi and Miss going to Laifu Building?" She didn't dare to delay Li Weizhu and Shen Yifeng from going out, after all, she heard Li Weizhu talk about Tianshan Snow Lotus the day before yesterday, and only by going to Laifu Building to buy some elegant things could she please Mrs. Wen and get the medicine.

"I stayed to take care of Baiji. Qian Cao said, she also saw the subtle feelings between Li Weizhu and Shen Yifeng, so she mentioned yì.

Li Weizhu was stunned for a moment, thinking that she and Shen Yifeng would go to Laifulou together, her face turned red, and finally she responded. I changed into a linen half-sleeved skirt, combed my hair into a double bun commonly used by maids, and then dressed up a little.

Li Weizhu looked at herself in the dim brass mirror, and she also sighed, but she didn't know how many times she had done it for Shen Yifeng, the first time she wore a headscarf for a man, the first time she did a full-body acupuncture for a man, and now she pretended to be a maid for this gentleman-like man for the first time. Li Weizhu didn't know that even for the first time this time, she would let her heart slowly face the man in front of her.

"Are your hands better?" asked Shen Yifeng.

"Much better. After Li Weizhu finished speaking, he pushed Shen Yifeng's wheelchair.

When Li Weizhu and Shen Yifeng came to the door of the Laifu Teahouse, it was not yet time, but the teahouse was already very lively.

The literati students sat in a circle, and a large open space was vacated in the middle, probably to facilitate the preparation of everyone's discussions. Occasionally, someone stood up and read a poem aloud, while others shook their heads to praise it or argue unconvincingly about what was inappropriate. In the corner, someone quietly stroked the piano, and the surrounding listeners all closed their eyes and listened intoxicated. It is as if poetry and piano are in two worlds, but they can be merged into a literati world, clean and beautiful.

"Liheng's poem is good, it seems that his knowledge has improved a lot recently. ”

"Thank you, sir, for the compliment, the boy should learn more. ”

"Haha, the old man is not exaggerating, Liheng's knowledge can also be said to be the first in Luoyang City, so there is no need to be so humble, but young people have such a good heart, if they have been like this in the future, they will definitely make great achievements in the future. ”

"Congratulations to Brother Liheng, I was praised by Mr. again, it seems that if this continues, a small place like Luoyang City will not be able to accommodate a great talent like Brother Liheng."

Li Weizhu pushed Shen Yifeng in front of the teahouse, and it was this scene that he saw. A young man in white stood in the center of the crowd, smiling and listening to everyone's praise or compliment, his face was calm and there was no trace of pride.

Shen Yifeng felt that it was normal, after all, as a prince in Kyoto, he always participated in such poetry meetings, and even more grandiose than this. But Li Weizhu felt apprehensive in her heart, this was the first time she had seen such a big poetry club full of literati, looking at the young man in white standing in the center of the crowd, thinking of the poetry club in Kyoto that Shen Yifeng had told her a few days ago, she couldn't help but imagine that Shen Yifeng was standing there, it must be more chic than the person in front of her, more dazzling and bright.

I thought of the first time I saw Shen Yifeng in the academy, coming with his back to the sun, although he was in a wheelchair, he did not lose his demeanor at all, which really responded to the sentence "Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world." ”

Thinking of this, he turned his head and secretly glanced at Shen Yifeng, blushing slightly. But then I thought that this was Shen Yifeng's life in Kyoto, and she was just an orphan girl who was abandoned by her family since she was a child, far away from the bustling poetry club in Kyoto, and the poems and songs only knew the skin, and it was very far away from playing the piano and writing poems like this, how could she be worthy of the most dazzling son in Kyoto. Thinking of this, Li Weizhu smiled bitterly, turned around and whispered to Shen Yifeng, "Shen Gongzi, let's go in." ”

Shen Yifeng noticed Li Weizhu's low mood, thinking that she was nervous because of the poetry meeting in front of her, so he smiled and comforted her.

"Daishan, don't be afraid, your Danqing can also come out on top. After speaking, he smiled gently, a humble gentleman, warm as jade, which made people unable to take their eyes off.

This is not the first time that Shen Yifeng has called Li Weizhu "Daishan", but every time she calls, Li Weizhu's heart beats hard, because this is the word that Shen Yifeng gave her, and Shen Yifeng also said that good friends call each other words, and when I think of this, I feel that the distance between the two people is not so far.

Li Weizhu listened to Shen Yifeng's "taking the lead" and was really in a much better mood, and secretly scolded himself for thinking nonsense, the most important thing now is to detoxify Shen Gongzi, and other things can be thought about later, wouldn't it be a pity if such a peerless son really died young, his thoughts changed quickly, but it was just a moment of thought, and he only heard Li Weizhu gently replied, "En." He pushed Shen Yifeng to the teahouse.

The two came to the teahouse and first swept the hall. There were poor scholars in plain robes, rich sons with glamorous ayaluo, some young ladies with hats, and even some ladies sitting quietly in the depths of the occasional curtain of the private room on the second floor.

"Is it so lively in Kyoto?" asked Li Weizhu in a low voice.

Shen Yifeng bowed slightly, this familiar atmosphere really reminded him of the grand state of the poetry meeting in Kyoto.

At this time, Ma Li's Xiao Er ran over, saw Shen Yifeng in a wheelchair, that is, he was surprised, and then glanced at Li Weizhu, who was pretending to be a maid behind him, and felt that this son was handsome and extraordinary, even the maid was so beautiful, Xiao Er was stunned for a moment, and then said loudly with a smile on his face. "Is Childe also here to discuss poetry? is he going to sit in a private room or a hall?"

Because the two of them wanted to take a look at it casually, it would be more convenient to see everyone's works in the hall, so they sat in a clean corner and said to the clever Xiao Er, "Just have a pot of tea." ”

"Well, please wait. ”

Shen Yifeng and Li Weizhu have also been getting along for a while, knowing that Li Weizhu usually doesn't pay much attention to drinking tea, but if it is strong tea, he will frown and drink less, presumably he doesn't like it, so he ordered a pot of tea. Li Weizhu didn't expect Shen Yifeng to notice this kind of detail, thinking that Shen Yifeng also likes to drink tea, and she was slightly happy for the common preferences of these two people.

Because Li Weizhu pretended to be a maid, she stood next to Shen Yifeng's wheelchair.