Chapter 65: Qingqing Zijin

Walking out of the Snow Moon Garden, a gust of cold wind blew mercilessly from Zijin's face, and the wind was mixed with snow, hitting his face and burrowing into his collar, which was really cold and biting. She tightened the cloak with her hands www.biquge.info prevent the cold wind from penetrating her body. The appearance of Rong Li standing in the cold wind outlet and the snowflakes falling on his hair suddenly flashed in his mind.

Zijin stopped, turned to look at the bamboo forest in the garden, the green bamboos were stacked, and the pavilion was hidden behind it. The cold wind behind him was still howling and cold and merciless, just like ...... It's like......

The tolerance of the party.

Zijin pulled back his thoughts, and his mocking tone was full of indifference. It really ignited the anger in her heart inch by inch, making her lose her mind, and now in the biting cold wind, she can slowly calm down and think.

Rong Li is gentle and polite, although he occasionally bullies her on weekdays, but he has never said such an abominable thing. And his painful appearance didn't look like he was pretending to lie to her at all.

Rong Li, the more Zijin thought about it, the more wrong it became, she always felt that Rong Li seemed to have something to hide from her. He was lying to her. Thinking of this, Zijin hurriedly walked towards the garden.

You can't do anything without you.

Zijin ran quickly, still silently reading in his mouth. Running to the attic and stopping, Zijin held the door frame with one hand and stuck the other hand on his waist, gasping for breath. Sure enough, the eldest lady's life has passed too long, and her body is weak like this. After his breath stabilized, Zijin turned his head but was biased against the snow under the pillar that Fang Rong had just leaned on, and there were a few red marks. Just casually skimmed, Zijin subconsciously thought that she was dazzled, she walked to the snow and slowly squatted down to see clearly.

The red dripping from the snow was shocking, and it was covered little by little by the new snowfall, and only a few places that had been forgotten by the snow remained, and the blood was still clearly visible. Against the backdrop of the snow, the blood seems to be a red plum in the cold winter, and it is like a red bean with acacia.

Zijin's hands kept shaking, and his fingers lightly touched the bloodstains. Rong Li stood here indifferently, Zijin could no longer suppress the panic in his heart, and hurriedly got up and walked towards Rong Li's house.

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Wuxian walked into the bedroom with the medicine bowl, and a long figure was reflected on the screen, leaning on the side of the bed and coughing lightly. Wuxian sighed deeply, and walked around the screen, and saw the beautiful man covering his lips with his hands, and his pure white wide sleeves hanging down the bed to the ground.

"Young master, it's time to take medicine."

Rong Li put down his hand and sat up slightly, "Take it first, I don't want to drink it yet." Because of Fang Cai's cough, Rong Li's originally warm voice had become a little hoarse.

"Young master, if the medicine is cold, the effect of the medicine will not be good."

"Get out."

Wuxian opened his mouth to dissuade again, but Rong Li slowly closed his eyes and waved his hand. Wuxian was really helpless about his young master, "That young master has a good rest, and his subordinates are retired." After speaking, Wuxian lowered his head, and just walked around the screen, but his steps were stunned. I saw Zijin standing in front of the screen, looking at the shadow on the screen, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Give me the medicine, maybe I can get him to drink it obediently." Zijin turned around and smiled at Wuxian. Wuxian is still a little hesitant to give it or not.

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Rong Li closed his eyes and suddenly felt as if footsteps were approaching. His ear is good, although he is still better than ordinary people when he is suffering from illness.

"Go down."

His tone was unmistakably resolute, and Zijin looked up at Rong Li on the bed in surprise. This guy is really powerful, she has deliberately slowed down her steps to prevent herself from making the slightest noise, but even then he can be discovered.

"Go down? Where to? Zijin stood three feet away from the bed with a medicine bowl. Rong Li opened his eyes and saw that the person who came turned out to be Zijin, and his lips were raised, and he stood up, "Why is the county lord back again?" Is it reluctant to be in the next place? ”

Zijin saw that Rong Li's face was already pale, and there was no blood on his lips, and the smile was even more inflated. But Rong Li is now a sick person, and he can't mess around. It's just that in an instant, there was an ideological struggle in Zijin's head, and she also smiled at Rong Li and walked over and said, "Yes, the county lord is reluctant to allow Gongzi, so he came back specially." “

"No matter what you say this time, I won't believe a word anymore, and you won't try to weave any more lies to bluff me."

Rong Li said helplessly: "I just didn't want you to worry about me. ”

"If you hide it from me, I'll be really worried."

Rong Li was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect Zijin to say this. Zijin held the medicine bowl with one hand, lifted the skirt slightly with the other, and knelt on the edge of the bed.

Wuxian hid to the side, and when he saw this scene, he was already so shocked that he couldn't speak. Originally, he was just a little worried about whether the county lord could let the young master take medicine, but he never expected to see such a scene. It was no one else who knelt in front of the young master, it was the county lord. The horn of the stringless clothes walked out of the house quickly with the wind, patting his face with his hand. He must have been dreaming, he must have been.

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"What is the county lord doing?" Rong Li stretched out his hand, but just stretched out his whole body as if he was being ruthlessly eaten by insects and ants, he snorted and was forced to withdraw his hand, just looking at Zijin quietly with those dark eyes. Zijin tilted his head slightly to look at Rong Li's movements and said, "Rong Li, I have something to say to you." ”

She looked at him, and he looked at her, looking at each other, from before to now, they themselves can't remember how many times they have looked at each other like this, they obviously have each other in their eyes, but they have never been honest with each other.

Zijin opened her mouth, she was obviously ready, but at the critical moment, she couldn't even say half a sentence. Rong Li looked at Zijin and smiled, "County Lord." The medicine is about to cool down, so let's drink the medicine first. ”

Rong Li seemed to have already known what Zijin was going to say, and he also knew that she was difficult to talk about at the moment, so he deliberately diverted the topic. Zijin breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's right, let's drink the medicine first." Thank you, Rong Li.

Rong Li looked at the medicine bowl in Zijin's hand and sighed deliberately: "I really don't want to drink bitter medicine juice anymore." ”

Zijin smiled in a low voice, scooped out a spoonful of medicine from the medicine bowl, and put it to Rong Li's mouth, "That's no way, if you get sick, you have to take medicine, otherwise how can you get better." ”

Zijin fed Rong Li a spoonful after drinking the medicine, "Do you want to rest?" ”

Rong Li nodded slightly, Zijin put the medicine bowl aside, stood up and helped Rong Li to lie down, and then pulled the quilt on the side to cover it for him. Rong Li looked at Zijin and said, "The county lord should go back early." ”

"When you're asleep, I'll go back."

Rong Li turned his head to look at Zijin on the side of the bed and smiled slightly. He persuaded her not to move, so he also gave up wasting his lips and tongue by saying too many useless words, not to mention that his current body did not allow him to do so.

Rong Li watched Zijin slowly close his eyes and fall asleep.