After a long time, he heard Aunt Huang's voice coming from the doorway leading downstairs: "Dao Chief, are you okay?"

Yang Xianmao snorted, trying to calm his voice, he knew that after he died, Aunt Huang, who had been favored by the old man of the plate axe, would not be able to escape from their clutches, but he was unwilling to tell them the news, or they had already heard the previous answer, but he still wanted to give her a little hope, so that she could live a little more at ease before suffering the catastrophe.

Yang Xianmao said: "You don't have to worry, I'm here." ”

Aunt Huang was very happy, sighed, and said: "Dao Chief, the slave family was worried about you just now, for fear that you would make a mistake, you are really powerful, you can drive all these bad people away, and the slave family is by your side, so you don't have to worry about anything." ”

"Okay, I don't want to talk now, you put your heart in your stomach and go down to rest. ”

Hearing Yang Xianmao say this, Aunt Huang naturally didn't dare to say more, so she hurriedly agreed, Dong Dong went downstairs, walked a few steps, and suddenly came up again and stood by the door and said, "Then I'll play the piano for you, okay?"

Yang Xianmao snorted, this is a good idea, it is not a pleasant thing to be able to die calmly in the beautiful sound of the piano. Hearing Yang Xianmao's promise, Aunt Huang was suddenly overjoyed, and immediately went down to sit next to Yaoqin, and told Osmanthus to quickly light a water incense, and then began to sing in a suppressed voice, singing while playing: "Go up to the West Building alone without a word, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely Wutong Deep Courtyard locks Qingqiu......"

She sang Li Yu's lyrics "Seeing Joy".

Yang Xianmao didn't have much research on poetry, but he had also heard of this poem, Li Yu's words were too famous, although he was from this dynasty, but it was also a hundred years ago, but unfortunately Yang Xianmao didn't have the opportunity to see him, Yang Xianmao Li Yu had died after entering Beijing, including his beautiful queen.

This poem is so poignant, especially Aunt Huang is a singer who has been professionally trained, and her understanding of the singing of the poem is just right, vivid and appropriate, interpreting all the artistic conception of this poem, with the slowly moving moon outside the window, listening to this song, Yang Xianmao's heart is extremely quiet, and Liu Dongyan in his arms seems to be asleep, because in his arms, he has been intoxicated with this tune.

After singing in one go, Aunt Huang did not stop, and continued to sing the second and third songs, she mainly sang some poems related to the moon, which reflected the bright moon in the sky, and sang to the sad place, and the tune even carried a little sadness.

I don't know how many songs she sang, Yang Xianmao kept holding Liu Dongyan in her arms, looking at the moon in the sky, until the moon slowly moved out of their sight and disappeared on the other side of the attic, Yang Xianmao slowly leaned his head on the embroidered couch, he believed that Liu Dongyan in his arms had died, but he didn't put the body down, just hugged it.

He felt more and more pain in his chest, he knew that the internal bleeding had been going on, and his breathing had become difficult, and if the internal bleeding was not stopped, he believed that he would die of respiratory failure without waiting for dawn, because the chest cavity would be completely filled with blood oozing out, and his heart would have no room to beat, and his lungs would have no place to breathe in air.

Suddenly, at this moment, he heard a very small voice: "Young Master, I want to ...... convenient"

Although this sound was small, it was like thunder in Yang Xianmao's ears, because this sound came from Liu Dongyan in his arms.

Isn't Liu Dongyan dead? Is she still alive? Yang Xianmao looked down violently, and saw Liu Dongyan's shining eyes looking at him in the night.

"Yanzi, you're not dead yet, are you talking?"

Yang Xianmao obviously saw her looking at herself, but she still asked such low-level words in ecstasy,

Liu Dongyan smiled, and immediately frowned and said, "I have a stomachache, I can't help it, I want to ...... conveniently."

Yang Xianmao's heart was so happy that it was about to explode, and she said yes, hugged Liu Dongyan in her arms, staggered to the back of the screen, hugged her conveniently, and returned to the embroidery couch after the convenience, Yang Xianmao looked at her in ecstasy, but her heart was full of happy doubts.

Because Liu Dongyan has been gone for more than half an hour since she retreated from the enemy to the present, she has only called convenience for the first time, and she has not vomited once during this period, has the potion finally worked?

Yang Xianmao didn't know why this was the case, before this he boiled several bowls of Artemisia annua decoction for Liu Dongyan, but there was no effect, why did this bowl suddenly take effect, he had to find this reason, because the medicine in the medicine jar had been drunk completely, he had to boil it again, he couldn't understand why the front didn't work, and the back worked, but no matter what, he had to boil the medicine first, so that he could test it again.

So Yang Xianmao carefully put her on the soft couch, covered the quilt and said, "Girl, the medicine really works, you wait, I'll boil it again immediately." ”

Liu Dongyan snorted and said, "The young master is capable, I believe that the young master will be able to cure our illness." ”

Yang Xianmao smiled, stood up and staggered downstairs, and when he reached the fourth floor, Aunt Huang, who was still stroking the qin, saw him coming down, and quickly stopped the qin, stood up and looked at him with shame and joy: "Dao Chief, ...... are you?"

"Keep playing. ”

Yang Xianmao waved at her with the medicine jar in his hand, staggered down the stairs, Aunt Huang hesitated, originally said that she was going to help him, but she saw blood everywhere on his mouth and chest, which was very terrible, and whether he was infected with the plague or not, it is not clear now, if it is infected with himself, then the little life will be gone, therefore, Aunt Huang swallowed the words to her mouth again.

Yang Xianmao went downstairs in one breath, his two large bags of medicinal materials were placed at the bottom of the building, he immediately opened the medicinal materials, took Artemisia annua leaves and licorice from them and put them in the medicine jar, carried them to the kitchen, put them on the stove, lit a fire and began to boil the medicine.

He was fanning the stove with a bang, when he felt a pair of eyes behind him staring at him.

He didn't have to look back to know that it was the old man with the axe, and behind the window in front of him, there was also a pair of eyes looking at him through the window, it must be a strong man with a copper hammer.

These two people saw that Yang Xianmao was alive at dawn, and he was decocting medicine, and they were immediately overjoyed, which means that Yang Xianmao was infected with the plague but did not die.

Yang Xianmao ignored them, and while he boiled the medicine, he pondered in his mind, what was the reason why he was able to make the last medicine have an effect?

No, if the dose of the medicine is not enough, even if the dose is not enough, it will have some effects, but before this, Yang Xianmao did not feel the effect of inhibiting her vomiting and diarrhea, and whether the medicine can play a role is not the key to the amount of measurement, the key is the accuracy of the measurement.

Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to compatibility, each drug must have its specific dose, if the dose is exceeded, so that the balance is lost, then the drug will often be greatly reduced, so it is not that to cure a disease, it is necessary to increase the dose vigorously, that is not right, that will only lead to drug poisoning, since it is not the reason for the insufficient dose, then what is the reason?

Yang Xianmao always thought that the decoction was boiled, but he didn't come up with a reason, so he had to continue to give it to Liu Dongyan first, and wait until he used this pot of medicine to test it again to see what caused the medicine to work.

After the medicine was boiled, he turned around with the medicine and saw the old man with the plate axe outside the door standing there, looking at him coldly, the pair of huge plate axes were crossed behind him, obviously not coming to fight him, Yang Xianmao only thought that he did not exist, holding the medicine jar and slowly walked past him, and then went up to the attic.

When he began to walk up, the old man finally spoke first: "If you really find a way, I will also promise not to kill you, so I will retreat." ”

Yang Xianmao still didn't speak, and went upstairs with the medicine jar.

Just after he went upstairs, the old man suddenly fell to the ground with the plate axe in his right hand, and then covered his mouth with his hand, wow wow retched twice, and then raised his head, at this time the sun in the east has revealed the white of the fish's belly, and a round of morning light shines on his face, but it is white, not even a trace of blood.

Yang Xianmao took the medicine jar, walked up to the top floor step by step with heavy steps, sat down next to Liu Dongyan's bed, put the medicine jar down, panting heavily, Liu Dongyan lay on the bed and looked at him, and said apologetically: "Young master, I'm sorry, I dragged you down." ”

Yang Xianmao said: "What are you talking about? You are my girl, who will take care of you if I don't take care of you? Besides, I am also sick, and I also have to take medicine, you have a bowl and I have a bowl, hehe." ”

As soon as he said this, his heart suddenly moved, yes, he has been in contact with Liu Dongyan for so long, why did he get infected with the plague but didn't get sick?

When he took the medicine upstairs, although he went up the stairs, the white-haired old man retched a few times downstairs, and he heard it clearly, he knew that the old man had indeed been infected with the plague, and the only possibility for the old man to come into contact with the plague was the blood he spewed, which proved that he was indeed infected with the plague, but why did he not have any signs of an attack now? I didn't want to run and have diarrhea, nor did I have any feeling of vomiting, of course, I was hit hard in front of me, and vomiting blood was another matter.

Is it because of his own blood? Yang Xianmao's eyes fell on the medicine jar on the table, the mouth of the medicine jar was billowing with green smoke, and the medicine jar was dotted with dark red blood spots, which was sprinkled on it when he was seriously injured during the fierce battle last night, he couldn't help but see this blood droplet, Yang Xianmao couldn't help but be shocked, could it be blood?

Could it be that the blood spurted fell into the jar of medicine, thus enhancing the medicinal power of the potion, or was his own blood the real medicine for the plague?

Thinking of this, Yang Xianmao suddenly brightened. According to Venerable Ling Xiao, the elixir of immortality is actually the water that devours, that is, the colorless and transparent liquid, in that white light mask, although it can't make people really immortal, but it can make people stay ill and prolong their lives.

I finally entered the white shield and absorbed all the white liquid into my body, could it be that after that time, my body had the ability to survive all diseases?

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