Yang Xianmao did not become nervous because of this, but showed a mocking smile, because he himself had already contracted the plague, this is undoubted, rather than vomiting and diarrhea like those who died, and finally dying on the side of the road with weakness, it is better to fight hard and die in the net, and in the end it is better than dying on the sickbed, so he left the window, but hoped that his speculation was right, come on, if you want to die, you will die vigorously.

Since he met the mace sent by the shopkeeper, he knew that the shopkeeper had attacked him again, which made Yang Xianmao vigilant, so since then, the sword of Shang Fang, which was as sharp as clay, has been on his back, of course, it is set in the peachwood sword, with this sword, his martial arts are tantamount to doubling, coupled with his hidden weapon of rain, it can be said that if he fights alone, he is not afraid of anyone, including all the masters who have become famous, but he hopes to come to a person who can be regarded as an opponent, or a strong opponent, let him fight heartily, only if he dies in the hands of a hero, can he be called a hero, to die in the hands of those Xiao Xiao, who are weak after complications, then people will not be able to die.

Yang Xianmao went upstairs with the medicine jar, this is his last hope, if this jar is to be drunk, Liu Dongyan has no effect, he can only give up the treatment, in fact, it is not the same as giving up the treatment, because Liu Dongyan's body, from now on, is only afraid that he will die if he does not drink this jar of medicine, so this is the last chance.

When he was about to mention the fourth floor, Aunt Huang looked at him flatteringly, she was sitting in front of the yaoqin in a daze, she didn't play the piano, she didn't do anything else, as if she was thinking about something else, so Yang Xianmao stood up and said: "Why don't you play the piano? Your piano sound is very beautiful, play a song on this beautiful moonlit night today." ”

Originally, Aunt Huang was not in a good mood, because she heard Liu Dongyan vomiting and diarrhea upstairs last day, she couldn't be sure who it was last night, but she vomited and diarrhea for a long time, and after many times, she confirmed that it was Liu Dongyan, because Yang Xianmao was busy running up and down, and the sound of vomiting, she could hear that it was a girl, and it was Liu Dongyan, Aunt Huang's heart was somewhat stable, as long as Yang Xianmao was not sick, Yang Xianmao's powerful ability still made her feel down-to-earth, at least she didn't have to worry about gangsters coming to kill them.

However, a plague-stricken man was upstairs, which made her feel unsteady all the time, and she was still in the mood to play the piano. When she played the piano yesterday, she didn't know that Liu Dongyan was sick, so she was playing the piano with a happy and even a little flaunting mood, and after learning about it, this mood was gone, but now Yang Xianmao took the initiative to ask her to play the piano, as if a drop of water fell from the calm oil pot, and it churned, her heart began to be active again, judging from Yang Xianmao's performance, there was no sign of illness, this is the most important thing, he believes that with Yang Xianmao such a strong person, all the dangers can be overcome.

So she smiled, threw a full wink, sat in front of the Yaoqin, and said to Osmanthus: "Why are you still stunned, hurry up, didn't you hear what the young master said?"

She blurted out that the young master was much more intimate than the Taoist chief, and she blushed slightly.

Osmanthus naturally heard it, so she grinned at her, ran to get a clear water incense, lit it and inserted it in the incense burner, and the green smoke curled.

At this time, the sun has fallen under the mountain, and the afterglow is gradually dissipating, and the faint last afterglow is sprinkled in her room, imprinted on her face, her face is like a thin layer of rouge, and she sings slowly, and she sings the Weicheng song of the great poet Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty: "Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. ”

Her voice is tactful and sad, and it matches the artistic conception of this poem wonderfully, singing and sighing, which makes people can't help but feel sad.

Yang Xianmao was really a little crying and laughing, he hoped that Aunt Huang would play a song a little more relaxed, instead of being so bleak, didn't it seem to reflect that he was about to part with Liu Dongyan and the two of them?

Liu Dongyan was stupid when he heard it, and his eyes were already moist.

Yang Xianmao poured most of the bowl of medicine, then put it on the table, helped Liu Dongyan, who was already weak and had no bones in his body, put the medicine to her mouth, and said: "This medicine will definitely work, this is what I found by searching my intestines and scraping my stomach, hehe, it will be fine soon." ”

Liu Dongyan smiled, Yang Xianmao said this two days ago he had said it several times, every time he was sick, he would say similar things to encourage himself and comfort Liu Dongyan, originally wanted to laugh and make a joke, but she had no strength to speak, just blinked, with gratitude in her eyes, she really couldn't be blessed to accept such a good master, she loved herself as much as her relatives, and when she came to this world, she could have such a master like a big brother to take care of herself when she passed away, what was there not to be satisfied with.

She slowly drank up the big bowl of medicine with difficulty, and then she looked at Yang Xianmao, squirmed her lips, and wanted to say something, Yang Xianmao's ears were already very sensitive, but she still couldn't hear it, so she put down the medicine bowl, put her ear on it, and put it to her mouth, only then did she hear it clearly, what she said was "Hold me, don't let go, I'm cold, I'm scared ......"

Yes, a young girl in the flower season is about to pass away, and the fear of death still makes her feel trembling, and she hopes to die in the arms of the young master she loves the most recently, then she will be content.

Yang Xianmao nodded, gently held her in his arms, stroked her emaciated cheek with his hand and said, "Don't worry, it will be okay this time." ”

Downstairs came Aunt Huang tactfully, sad singing, this time she has changed a song, changed to the Tang Dynasty poet Zhang Ruoxu's Spring River Flower Moon Night, this poem is very long, she sang the Spring River tide even the sea level, the bright moon on the sea together.

Yang Xianmao quietly hugged Liu Dongyan like this, looking out of the window, after the floor-to-ceiling window was pushed open, the round of cold moon outside the window shone on the attic, and the thick smoke had been swallowed up by the night, disappearing into the night, making the smoke of the great scenery invisible, leaving only the quiet moon hanging in the sky.

The moon is already a little broken, and in another month it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, and at that time, only the young master will look at the moon alone, will the young master see the moon and think of today a month ago? Liu Dongyan thought sadly in his heart, and tears couldn't stop flowing out of his eyes, down his cheeks, and fell in the crook of the young master's arm.

After a long time, Yang Xianmao said, "Do you want to be convenient?"

Liu Dongyan nodded, "The young master's medicine still works, and my stomach doesn't seem to hurt so much." ”

Yang Xianmao looked at her shallow smile, and did not see the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe in that smile, and he understood that Liu Dongyan should be comforting her, because Liu Dongyan didn't want to be sad for himself.

Yang Xianmao hugged her behind the screen in a blink of an eye, and after she came out, Liu Dongyan vomited again, but she basically didn't have the strength to spit it out, just vomited, in fact, it was just water and jaundice flowing down from her mouth.

Yang Xianmao fed her salted water again, and he could only use this method to replenish the water she had lost.

After a while, Liu Dongyan said, "Young Master, you are drinking a jar of medicine for me, I think that after drinking that medicine, my stomach is not as painful as before, and it is not so uncomfortable." ”

Liu Dongyan took the initiative to drink the medicine, this was the first time, Yang Xianmao couldn't help but be slightly stunned, quickly agreed, poured her another bowl, slowly helped her to drink, and pressed her abdomen with his hand, rubbed it gently, and said, "Do you feel better?" Liu Dongyan blinked, and said in a soft voice: "It's much better, the young master's medicine really works." ”

In fact, Yang Xianmao knew that this medicine did not play a big role, because the number of Liu Dongyan vomiting and diarrhea was not significantly reduced, but the painful expression on her face seemed to be relieved a lot, maybe Liu Dongyan said that her stomach was not so painful, not so uncomfortable, she was telling the truth, thinking that even if this prescription could not cure Liu Dongyan's plague, in the end it would not be able to prevent the arrival of death, but at least it could make Liu Dongyan feel calm before she died, and suffer less sin, and her goal was achieved, so in the middle of the night, Liu Dongyan's eyes were already dilated, and when the fire of life was about to be extinguished, Yang Xianmao said again: "I'll feed you another bowl of medicine, and you'll feel better. ”

Liu Dongyan nodded and said, "You add hemp boiling powder to it, I want to fall asleep, and I won't be afraid." ”

Yang Xianmao's heart trembled and nodded heavily.

Ma Feisan poured it directly into the medicine jar, picked it up and shook it, there was probably a bowl of medicine in this medicine jar, Yang Xianmao was about to take it up and pour it into the bowl, at this moment, suddenly he heard the sound of tiles clattering and shattering.

This voice, which had been heard before when frying medicine in the kitchen, was heard again, and it was above the attic overhead.

Yang Xianmao slowly put the medicine jar back on the table, relaxed his whole body, and said slowly: "Friends upstairs, since you are here, why do you have to pretend to be a ghost?" ”

In a moment, a man came down from the attic like a ghost, this person was a woman, her eyes were cold, but she was quite beautiful, and her cheeks showed a ghostly and strange color in the moonlight, which made people shudder to see.

The woman shone in the moonlight, looked at Yang Xianmao, and her cold voice carried a kind of harsh sound of metal scraping: "Little brother, your ears are not bad, I can actually hear the sound of the old lady accidentally stepping on the cracked tiles, the sound is already very fine, and there is still playing Yaoqin and singing songs below, I thought you shouldn't hear it." ”

"That can only be said, your martial arts are not good, and your light skills are not as good as you imagined, but you still run to such a high place, aren't you afraid of falling from above?"

Yang Xianmao was a little ridiculous. The woman's face turned red unconsciously, and she slowly brushed her ten fingers apart, and a spark splashed, and said, "You seem to have sharp teeth, and I hate it, and after I pierce your heart in a while, I am very interested in cutting out your tongue to see what kind of Lifa he is." ”

Yang Xianmao said: "It's not enough for you to see, it's time for your other two followers to call them out, don't hide it." ”

The woman couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then giggled, and said, "Little brother, I think you are more and more cute, I thought you only heard me, but I didn't expect you to hear even their movements." ”

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