From time to time, the full moon is obscured by the dark clouds that drift by, and the whistling wind around it tends to gradually decrease, but the temperature in the air is still cold, and the water in the pond is still bitterly cold.

Mu Wen, who was standing by the pond, looked up at the sky, and then looked at Yan Ziming, who was immersed in the cold pond water, and the expression on Mu Wen's face was very complicated and tangled, as if there was something that could not be decided.

"Master, did you jump into the well because you didn't want to hurt Miss Leng?" After hesitating for a long time, Mu Wen still decided to ask the question in his heart.

The reason for asking this question is because Mu Wen has a glimmer of hope in his heart, and Mu Wen hopes that Yan Ziming can tell him "no", not "yes".

"If you know, why bother. In a word, Yan Ziming calmly admitted why he jumped into the well before.

"Then master, do you know that it is very dangerous for you to do this!!" Hearing Yan Ziming admit that he jumped into the well because he didn't want to hurt Leng Qing, Mu Wen immediately became angry: "Master, you have not been good at water since you were a child, and you don't know how deep that well is, how can you jump down so lightly because of a woman! Have you ever thought about your subordinates and Wang Quan? If something happens to you, what face will your subordinates and Wang Quan have to continue to live in this world!!"

"Muwen, you are worrying too much. When I jumped into the well, I used my internal force to protect myself, but because I had been under the water for a long time, my breathing was inevitably weaker, and my face was a little unpleasant. Yan Ziming's words were very indifferent, as if the person who jumped into the well before was not him.

However, having said that, Yan Ziming himself also knew that with internal force, he would protect himself for most than half an hour underwater, and when this half an hour passed, he would really die. Therefore, Yan Ziming's life can still be regarded as Leng Qing's rescue.

"Master!!!How can you talk about such a dangerous thing so casually! Master, have you forgotten what you said to your subordinates and Wang Quan back then? If something happens to your subordinates and Wang Quan today, what should your subordinates and Wang Quan do? What should you do with those oaths you made yourself!! "These words." It was Muwen who tried his best to restrain himself from roaring.

Mu Wen, who has always been expressionless, can be regarded as completely subverting his previous image tonight, even in the night, his swollen and red face can be seen clearly, Mu Wen at this moment. It's already on the verge of going berserk.

I don't know if Yan Ziming consciously reasoned or simply didn't want to deal with Mu Wen, after Mu Wen shouted these words, Yan Zi Ming didn't pay attention to Mu Wen, and only quietly looked at the cold moon under the distant sky.

Seeing that Yan Ziming didn't pay attention to himself at all, the anger in Mu Wen's heart gradually subsided. As soon as this anger disappeared, Muwen's sanity returned. It was only then that Mu Wen realized what he had just said!

At this time, Mu Wen just wanted to look up to the sky and sigh -- Oh my God! What evil had he just fallen into! How could he be angry with his master!

In this way, Yan Ziming soaked in the cold and biting pond water and looked up at the cold moon in the sky in silence, while Mu Wen stood on the shore of the pond and secretly sighed his faux pas and loss of manners, and the two did not speak all night until dawn.

The night passed quietly. When the eastern sky revealed a pale white fish belly, Yan Ziming walked out of the cold pond water.

Dragging the dripping clothes on the shore of the pond, under the incomprehensible gaze of Mu Wen, Yan Ziming said lightly: "This is the pond where the villagers wash their clothes, and every ten village women have to come here to wash their clothes. And at this time, I am afraid that the villager where we are staying will also get up to make breakfast, and it will not be long before he will knock on our door. Shouted that we had breakfast. ”

What Yan Ziming meant by this was that whether it was to avoid scaring those village women, or to prevent the villagers from making them sleepover, he and Muwen should both go back.

Walked over to Yan Ziming's side. Mu Wen draped the purple light that he had held all night onto Yan Ziming's shoulder, but he was still a little hesitant: "But master, the poisonous ...... in your body"

Raising his hands and pinching the plackets on both sides of the light coat, and tightening the light clothes that were draped tightly over his shoulders, Yan Ziming smiled weakly: "It's okay, soak in cold water all night." The poison has almost dispersed, and as for the hot poison, don't worry, I'll be able to get through it. ”

"The subordinate understood. Mu Wen agreed, then walked in front of Yan Ziming, squatted down slightly, and said, "Master, you soaked in cold water all night, or let your subordinates carry you back!"

"Hmm. With a faint promise, Yan Ziming lay on Mu Wen's generous back and let Mu Wen carry him back. He really didn't have the strength to walk back on his own.

After walking a few steps with Yan Ziming on his back, Mu Wen felt that the clothes on his back were also wet, but then Mu Wen felt a high temperature burning his back, which made Mu Wen very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

Looking down at the hands around his neck, looking at the fists that were clenched so that the finger bones were white, one could imagine how uncomfortable Yan Ziming was now. Thinking of Yan Ziming being tortured by this kind of pain for so many years, Mu Wen felt uncomfortable and sad.

However, Mu Wen could not replace Yan Ziming's suffering, so what Mu Wen could do was to try to walk as smoothly as possible, so that the person on his back would not be so uncomfortable.

When Mu Wen carried Yan Ziming back to the villager's house where they were staying, as soon as they walked into the courtyard gate, Mu Wen and Yan Ziming saw an old woman in her fifties running out of the room where Leng Qing lived, and her steps were still very hurried.

The old woman ran towards the house on one side, and shouted loudly: "Old man, go and ask the village doctor Zhang, the little girl in the house has a fever, and her whole body is hot! No matter how much she screams, she can't wake up!"

At the beginning of the hour.

The warm sun will sprinkle the earth, the green leaves will gently sway with the morning breeze, the leaves rub against each other to make a subtle "rustle" sound, the unknown flowers on the roadside are quietly blooming, and the insects and birds are also coming out to feed, and a new day has begun.

In a small village on the southern border of the Red Ice Country, in a mud house in a simple courtyard, the woman's cough continued to sound, sometimes accompanied by wheezing.

Because the only window in the house was open on the west wall, the light in this earthen room was a little dim, but seeing was still not a problem.

By the dim light, it could be seen that the house, which had been a little messy by the events of the previous night, had now been cleaned up, and lying on the warm kang under the west wall was Leng Qing, covered with an old thin quilt, with a messy and somewhat wet green silk, and a strange ruddy face, with his eyes closed, coughing incessantly, and sometimes panting.

Leng Qing's right hand was placed outside the thin quilt, palm facing up on the edge of the kang, and on her wrist was a grayish-yellow, wrinkled hand, and looking up along the hand, it was an old man over sixty years old sitting on a low stool next to the kang.

The old man was dressed in coarse cloth, with crane hair curled in a bun at the back of his head, tied with simple gray strips of cloth, and he had a kind face, and a small handful of goatee on his round chin. You don't have to think much to understand that at this moment, the old man is taking the pulse of Leng Qing, who is sick.

Behind the old man, stood the owners of this humble courtyard, the old couple with kind eyebrows.

In the past, it was Yan Ziming who was standing at the end of the warm kang, although his charm and poison had dissipated, but because he still had heat poison in his body, although Yan Ziming soaked in cold water all night, his complexion was still extremely ruddy at this time.

But I saw that Yan Ziming was still wearing the wet clothes that were soaked by the pond water, but he was no longer dripping, his shoulders were lightly draped, and although his black hair was no longer dripping, it was still messily draped over his shoulders, and his good-looking Danfeng eyes were now staring at the delicate man who was coughing on the warm kang opposite him without blinking.

Standing on Yan Ziming's side and taking a step back, it was Mu Wen. Although Mu Wen still has a poker face, it is not difficult to see that Mu Wen's eyebrows have been fiercely entangled at this time, and his mood must not be calm.

Having said that, isn't this kind of scene at this time precisely because of Mu Wen's carelessness? Mu Wen is afraid that he also knows it clearly, so his eyebrows seem so entangled!

The old man took his pulse and muttered vigorously: "Sweating on the outside, burning on the inside, coughing and wheezing, this is a typical cold package fire, originally used cold medicine to cool down the internal organs, but now it has dragged on overnight, the condition is aggravated, and heavy medicine is needed, otherwise this girl's internal organs will be damaged due to high fever, which is really dangerous!"

Hearing the words "really dangerous", someone in the room frowned slightly, but after a while, he slowly relaxed again.

Putting away the hand that checked the pulse and stood up, the old man, the old doctor surnamed Zhang who was invited by the owner of this small courtyard for Leng Qing, said to Yan Ziming and Mu Wen who were standing at the end of the kang: "This little girl's illness is actually not difficult to treat, but it will become troublesome after a long delay. In this case, I will go back and get some medicine for the high fever, and you will fry it and let this little girl drink it with three meals, and if it does not get better after two days, then you will have to take her to the town in front of you to find a better doctor. ”

"Thank you, doctor. Yan Ziming smiled lightly and thanked him, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that Yan Ziming's mood was not very good at the moment.

"I said Lao Liutou, it's not strange that this little girl is so cold on this cold day, it's strange that she is wearing a wet suit, and her left arm is dislocated...... Looking at her situation, I'm afraid that she started to have a fever last night!" As soon as the voice changed, Doctor Zhang asked Uncle Liu behind him.

Old Man Liu, the owner of this humble courtyard, was silent for a while, and then answered loudly: "What are you talking about? )