When Yan Er arrived at Heguangzhai, it was nearly evening, and the room was slightly dark.

In the shadows, Jiang Huaiyin sat in front of the bed, hanging his head slightly, quietly staring at the woman on the bed, frowning slightly.

Yan Er first lit the candle, and then stepped forward to bow his knees, and his voice was gentle: "I am Su Wan, the word Yan Er, let me take care of Cheng Weixi." ”

Jiang Huaiyin looked at the past lightly, the candle flame was reflected in his eyes, there was no temperature, like a wasteland frozen for thousands of miles.

It's not the first time the two have met, but it's the first time they've communicated, but they didn't mean to speak to each other, and they nodded slightly, which can be regarded as greetings.

Jiang Huaiyin turned his gaze to the bed again, his eyes were dark and inexplicable.

Yan Er didn't say much, came to the table, poured out a bowl of water, melted the medicinal powder he brought, and when the medicinal powder was completely dissolved, he soaked the cotton cloth in his hand, moistened and rubbed it......

His eyes swept over Jiang Huaiyin's back intentionally or unintentionally.

This is a fox demon full of secrets.

A few days ago, she used Shu Shengxiang to investigate his life: a little-known fox, by chance, caught up with the emperor who was once in sixty years in the world, opened his mind, and entered the deep mountains and old forests to cultivate alone, not asking about the world, not knowing the years, until a few days ago, he was knocked unconscious in cultivation, and when he woke up, he was falling off a cliff......

Everything is traceable, but the most critical place is full of blank paper.

Who knocked him unconscious, why did you push him off the cliff, and why did he come to the Eight Desolations?

And, why is he so different from Cheng Weixi lying in bed?

Elder Seigo once said that people with amnesia usually become dependent on the first person they see when they wake up, just as a newborn animal will take the first moving object it sees as its mother.

Is that really the case?

Yan Er soaked the cotton cloth in the potion, walked to the bed, bypassed Jiang Huaiyin, and leaned over to moisten Cheng Weixi's lips little by little.

The face that greeted him was pale, the lips were chapped, and he knew that he was extremely weak at a glance, but there was a touch of heroism between his eyebrows, as if he had never refused to admit defeat.

This is the legendary Gossip Lady of the Emperor!

In the few days she accompanied Yao Yinting, she would hear about this human bride every day.

Sometimes it's Yao Hui's swearing, sometimes it's gossip from the maid.

After listening to it too much, even she felt that the 10,000-year-old iron tree of the emperor was really about to bloom!

There has been no great joy in this Huashan for thousands of years, and if the emperor really has a wife, it will really be celebrated by the whole world.

It's a pity that he is a mortal, or it will not be a few decades, and he will have to do a funeral, and I don't know what the emperor thinks.

The cotton cloth was gently wiped along the cheeks, slowly downward, and between the throats, two bruised finger prints lay across the fair and slender skin, very hideous.

Yan Er's movements were gentle, but his eyes were cold.

Xun Yu has often found fault over the years, she knows it, but she has never embarrassed the human bride.

Doesn't he want the emperor to marry?

Jiang Huaiyin's voice sounded beside him: "Her throat hurts, can she have ointment?"

Yan Er looked over.

This fox demon's face was worried, and his eyes seemed gentle and unguarded, but in fact, he was rejecting people thousands of miles away.

She said slowly: "Yes, but I see her injuries, not only the skin is bruised, but the internal organs are also damaged, so it should be applied externally and internally at the same time." Elder Qingwu has a complete range of medicines there, I can't leave, why don't you go?"

Jiang Huaiyin sat with his back to the candle flame.

If he didn't notice it before, he now understands that Lu Qingran and others are inexplicably wary of him.

Yan Er was the one sent by Lu Qingran to spy on him! How could he be left here alone?

He stood up, and as the height changed, Cheng Weixi, who was sleeping on the bed, moved away from him.

The dancing candle flame tugged at his figure and covered her body, seemingly protective, but in fact it was weak and very powerless.

His mood was like a dark place where there was no light, stained with dampness and heavy.

He silently walked outside. After a while, he came back with a bunch of bottles and cans. There are external plasters and internal pills, which are placed on the table with a clanging sound.

Yan Er was cleaning the cotton cloth, and when he saw that the small medicine box was almost rolling off, he took it and put it back on the table steadily.

Raising his eyes to see that it was getting late outside, he said softly: "There are many rooms in Heguangzhai, and when I came, I had someone clean up the next door, so you can go there to rest." ”

Jiang Huaiyin didn't move, his eyes looked at the bed from afar.

The quilt covered Cheng Weixi's thin body, and because his breathing was very weak, the quilt seemed to be empty.

His eyes flashed.

Yan Er has always been meticulous and can always perceive the minds of others.

This fox demon's face was as usual, very calm, but he was really worried about Cheng Weixi.

She sighed lightly: "Don't worry, I will guard Miss Cheng all night, if there is any trouble, you will be next door, and you can help in time." ”

Jiang Huaiyin was still a little hesitant.

Yan Er tilted his head: "If you are really not at ease, you can let go of your five senses, I won't mind." ”

Jiang Huaiyin looked over inquiringly.

Yan Er pointed at him: "The five senses of the demon clan are sensitive, especially hearing, you try to gather the spiritual power of your body in your ears, thinking in your heart that you want to listen to distant sounds." ”

Jiang Huaiyin closed his eyes as he said, focusing his attention on his ears, constantly thinking about the surrounding scenes in his mind, and fantasizing about all kinds of sounds......

After a while, some subtle sounds gradually became clear like seedlings breaking through the ground: the sound of the night wind blowing through the treetops, the sound of small insects jumping over the grass, the sound of the bride's shrine slowly burning, the cries of chickens, ducks and geese in the small courtyard of the farmhouse, the sound of dew-moistened bluestone steps on the mountains, the sound of white clouds passing by on the top of the mountains, and the sound of the streams jumping between the mountains......

It's noisy!

Jiang Huaiyin frowned.

Yan Er looked at his expression and knew that he had mastered how to open his five senses, but he still needed some time to adjust, so he stopped talking, took care of the water and cotton cloth on the table, and arranged a pile of medicine boxes neatly.

Fang packed everything up, and Bai Xinian and Meng Qi walked in with a big cat in their arms.

Although there are no obvious scars on the two of them, their faces are a little gray, and they should have some internal injuries.

Meng Qi's gentle voice was slightly low: "Light dyeing allows me to protect Heguang Zhai with the past, and Chenying and Miss Cheng to recuperate." ”

Yan Er took the dust from his arms and put it at Cheng Weixi's feet, his face slightly regretful, but there was no more.

Over the years, countless people have been injured or died at the hands of Xun Yu, so what's the use of being sad? It is better to save time and cultivate oneself for revenge in the future.

Bai Xinnian and Meng Qi turned around and walked to the door, standing upright.

Jiang Huaiyin also opened his eyes, and he should be able to open or converge his five senses flexibly.

Yan Er asked casually: "How? How far can you listen?"

Jiang Huaiyin replied: "In the small courtyard, you can hear the cries of chickens, ducks and geese. ”

Yan Er nodded: "It's enough for you to listen here next door." ”

Jiang Huaiyin glanced at the bed again, then turned around and walked out.

Nothing was said all night.

In the early morning of the second day, the sky was slightly bright, and Yan Er got up.

Pushing open the door, Meng Qi and Bai Xinian were still standing upright, Bai Xinian had always been cold, and he couldn't see anything unusual, but Meng Qi blamed himself, and occasionally coughed, as if the internal injury was not light, and he endured it at night, the air in the early morning was slightly cool, and he would choke on coughing between breaths.

Yan Er's eyes showed some blame: "Here is me and the previous year, you go to Elder Qingwu to find some medicine, you don't have to come over in the morning, take a rest, and come over after noon to replace the previous year." ”

Meng Qi hesitated slightly, then arched his hand and left.

Yan Er looked at Meng Qi's back, chased all the way to the big tree, and suddenly saw Jiang Huaiyin standing in the slightly dewy morning light, as if he had been waiting for a long time, and his bloodshot eyes looked at Yan Er and the half-open door behind her.