When I woke up, I was lying on the bed, and the curtain of the bed that greeted me was somewhat familiar, and I couldn't remember where I had seen it for a while. Is he dead or alive? This was the first question that popped into my mind.

It was dusk, and the setting sun shone in through the window, and the ground was full of gold. Haoqing lifted the quilt and sat up, the severe pain made him can't help but groan.

I can still feel the pain, and I seem to be alive. Miqing smiled self-deprecatingly.

There was a sound of small footsteps outside the house, and after a while, the door of the house was pushed open from the outside, and Fang Ruo, who was dressed in plain clothes, walked in with a bowl of medicine.

At first glance, when he saw Mao Qing sitting up, he was not only stunned for a moment, but his eyes flashed with surprise, and he hurriedly asked, "Are you awake?" How does it feel? Is the wound still painful? Master Jishan has already gone to make new herbs, and he asked me to bring this bowl to feed to you, but I didn't expect you to wake up. I'll call him in now! ”

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave, but Mao Qing called her in a hoarse voice.

"Fang Ruo, Ayina?"

Ayin felt that she had a long, long dream, and there was always a man in the dream, sometimes smiling, sometimes silent. When she looked at herself, she was gentle like the breeze coming from the spring day, and when she held herself, her heart was like a flower blooming on Qingyun Mountain, which was extremely brilliant.

Ayin desperately tried to see the man's appearance clearly, but he couldn't see clearly. It's like an incomparably delicate landscape painting, but in the most critical place, it becomes blurred. This feeling is extremely annoying, and I can't wait to reach out and stick the ink myself to repaint.

Before Ayin really reached out to depict. Out of nowhere, a huge fox sprung up, its whole body was white and flawless, but it had a pair of terrifying red eyes. The fox, with its sharp paws and bloody mouth, pounced frantically at the gentle, smiling man.

"Run! Run! Ayin shouted desperately, but couldn't make any sound. She struggled to save him, but couldn't move. As he watched as the snow-white fox tore the man apart, blood gushing out like the sea.

"Don't! No! Ah~"

Ayin screamed and sat up. Fluctuating his hands in a panic. Jiang Xiaoyu, who was just about to leave, immediately rushed over. grabbed Ayin's hand and hurriedly called, "Ayin, Ayin." What happened to you? ”

Ayin heard a man call himself again. The voice was full of anxiety. Thinking it was the man in the dream, he immediately threw himself into the other party's arms and cried.

"You don't want to die, you don't want to go!" This is the only thing that is repeated in the cry.

Jiang Xiaoyu was strangled to death by her. He was stunned for a while, but finally couldn't bear it, gently patted Ayin's back, and said softly, "I won't die, and I won't leave!" Don't cry! ”

Ayin didn't seem to hear it, still holding Jiang Xiaoyu's neck and crying and sobbing.

At this time, Yu Qingyang and Li Jiang were each looking for a recipe in the mountains behind Ouyang Fort. Ji Shan locked himself in Ouyang Fort's medicinal herb storehouse, facing a pile of herbs, and almost pulled his hair out in annoyance.

Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't pull Ayin, and there was no one to ask for help, a little helpless, but also a little lucky. Helplessly, it was his attitude towards Ayin, but fortunately no one found out.

Just as the two of them were crying, the door was pushed open. Fang Ruo walked in with Mao Qing, and both of them were shocked by the scene in front of them.

Ayin had just woken up, wearing only an undershirt, and because of the wound on her stomach, she didn't tie it too tightly. I've been struggling for a long time in the nightmare, and now it's only loosely resting on my shoulders. And the posture of her hugging Jiang Xiaoyu is too ambiguous, and no one can not think about it.

Mao Qing lowered his eyes slightly, and there was not much expression on his pale face. Fang Ruo, on the other hand, couldn't help but look at him worriedly.

Jiang Xiaoyu only opened his mouth in shock, and even forgot to push Ayin away. And Ayin was still sobbing and crying, not noticing the arrival of Haoqing.

After half a ring, Mao Qing sighed in a hoarse voice, "It's good to wake up!" He let go of Fang Ruo's support and slowly moved out of the room. Fang Ruo glared at Jiang Xiaoyu unhappily, and hurriedly turned around to follow him to support him.

The back of the clear water, just because of the few steps just now, has been soaked in blood, speckled red, like plum blossoms blooming in the snow, stubborn and lonely. The wound on the neck, which was even more serious, had dripped all the way to the ground along the placket.

Fang Ruo couldn't help but say, "Since you went, why didn't you say anything." If Ayin knew that you were like this, he would definitely not ignore it? ”

Because of blood loss, the lips were almost the same color as the face. He didn't speak, and he didn't stop until he returned to his room, when he fell to the ground.

Even Fang Ruo was dragged to his knees on the ground, and it took a lot of effort to help him to the bed. Fang Ruo looked at Mao Qing's back and said helplessly, "My spell seems to be useless to you, otherwise, these wounds should be almost healed!" Try to see if you can breathe on your own luck and see if it helps. By the way, there is also Master Jishan's medicine, you can also try it together! ”

After saying that, he turned around and brought the medicine bowl over, but Mao Qing didn't take it, but raised his head and looked at her fixedly. Fang Ruo didn't know what the other party was going to ask, so he moved his feet a little uncomfortably.

"I remember you once asked me a question in the peach forest of Qingyun Town," a hoarse voice sounded slowly, "You asked me, have you ever loved someone else?" ”

Fang Ruo was stunned for a moment, as if he understood what he wanted to ask, nodded and waited for the other party to continue to finish speaking.

Haoqing paused for a while, lowered his head and asked in a low voice, "What should it be like to love someone?" ”

Fang Ruo wanted to laugh a little, if it weren't for the fact that the other party was seriously injured, she really wanted to laugh out loud. How can a person who is pure-hearted and has few desires and does not seem to eat the fireworks of the world suddenly ask you such a childish and funny question.

Mao Qing didn't look up, but he also guessed Fang Ruo's thoughts, and said softly, "This question is funny, isn't it?" ”

Fang Ruo immediately pursed the corners of his mouth and shook his head hurriedly.

"Forget it, you don't have to answer." Mao Qing sighed, looked up and said, "Put the herbs there, they won't do anything to me." Please help me call Senior Brother Jishan in! ”

Fang Ruo felt that he should say something, and when he opened his mouth, he felt that it was not appropriate to say anything. Do you want to talk to Mao Qingchang about what love is? I don't have to think about that picture to feel cold, and besides, no one can help except myself for such a thing as feelings.

So Fang Ruozhen put down the medicine bowl as he said, got up and walked out of the room. When the footsteps gradually moved away, Mao Qing exhaled softly. The whole person looked helpless and frustrated, but he didn't seem to be aware of the blood stains on his white underwear. (To be continued.) )