Nan Yang and Qinghuan looked at each other for a long time, and their sensitive ears were red because of the too intimate intimacy just now.

After a long time, Nan Yang said a little stumblingly: "You...... What are you doing? ”

Qing Huan looked at Nan Yang tightly and his gaze seemed to be able to ignite a fire: "Master, you haven't come to see me for nine days." I wait for you every day, and I miss you very much. ”

"Miss me...... Nor can it ...... You can't make a mistake like this......" Nan Yang felt that he had stumbled a little too much, coughed twice, and removed the unnaturalness in his voice, "You are not small now, you should pay attention to this kind of contact." I'm your master......"

"I know I'm not young anymore, I know," Qinghuan's eyes were slightly red with excitement, but her words were very serious, "I have never wanted to grow up like now!" I want to wake up tomorrow morning, and I will be as tall as Master, and I will be stronger than Master. Only by being stronger than you can I protect you and bear all your troubles and pains for you. I hate that I'm so useless now, I can't do anything for Master, I think it's me who is tired, it's me who I want to cough up blood, I think it's Master who is carefree and lying in bed in a daze...... But it's useless for me...... It's useless for me to do this......" Qinghuan said this, choking up, and tears fell down like a broken thread.

Nan Yang gently wiped the tears on Qinghuan's face with her white sleeves, and then hugged Qinghuan into her arms, patted her back with her hand as comfort, and said in a soft tone: "I am very happy that you think so." ”

Qinghuan lay on Nanyang's shoulder and cried unscrupulously, as if she wanted to finish all the tears of this life. She cried one last time and vented one last time. From now on, she will never cry casually, and she will no longer just hide behind Nan Yang to seek shade.

Nan Yang held Qing Huan's buttocks and hugged her to his bed, Qing Huan cried and panted, but her body always cooperated with Nan Yang. Nan Yang's subordinates gently removed Qinghuan's outer clothes, and saw that the moon-white dirty clothes inside were stained with large patches of bright red blood, as if the moon-white background had become an embellishment. Nan Yang continued to carefully take off Qinghuan's profane clothes, revealing the gauze wrapped tightly inside.

"The wound is stuck with the gauze, and it will hurt when you remove it, are you afraid of the pain?" Nan Yang softened his tone and looked at the light joy of crying.

"No, I'm not afraid." Qinghuan is determined to look back at Nanyang.

There was a smile on the corner of Nan Yang's lips, and then he turned his face and rummaged through the end plate of the medicine bottle gauze on the side. She pulled out a wooden box and opened the lid with one hand, which was filled with a box full of small round white balls, which was very cute.

Nan Yang took out one and stuffed it into Qinghuan's mouth.

The infinitely sweet taste spread in his mouth, so sweet that Qinghuan half-squinted his eyes in enjoyment.

"Don't cry? Bear with me. Nan Yang touched Qinghuan's head, and then very carefully took the end of the gauze and slowly unwrapped it. A thin layer of gauze was stained with blood, but fortunately, Qinghuan suffered many injuries on her back, but her front was still intact.

As the gauze is removed layer by layer, the ten-year-old girl will slowly present her developed body, and the chest will develop significantly, and there will be ups and downs. The adhered flesh was slightly torn apart, causing a tingling sensation.

Qinghuan forgot to cry for a while, and suddenly turned red with shame, and fell into Nan Yang's arms at once, hiding his front in Nan Yang's snow-white robe.

Nan Yang hugged lightly, and neatly put hemostatic medicine in his hand. This situation made her have the illusion of going back to three years ago. It's just that this child has grown up a little, both physically and mentally.

After changing the medicine and wrapping the gauze, Nanyang took a set of clean clothes for Qinghuan to put on. After this toss, it was already late at night, and it was a little late to send her back to Hongfei Pavilion, so Nan Yang left Qinghuan in Rongkue Pavilion.

"They have been cleaning the bedroom you lived in before, it's very clean, you can go back to sleep quickly."

Qinghuan said timidly: "I—I don't want to go back there...... Alone, deserted ......"

Nan Yang smiled without a trace, didn't say anything, just helped Qinghuan to lie down, carefully covered the quilt, tucked the corners of the quilt, and then walked back to the bookcase, sat down and continued to write.

"Master, aren't you sleeping?" Qinghuan raised his head slightly, looking at Nanyang through a layer of light gauze bed.

Nan Yang raised his eyes and looked at Qinghuan: "You sleep first, I'll sleep when I'm done with this." ”

Qinghuan pouted, so she had to lie down obediently first, her eyes still looking in the direction of Nanyang. After a long time, Nan Yang was still busy on the table, Qinghuan was very tired, and his eyes slowly narrowed.

Nan Yang glanced at Qinghuan from time to time, her eyes were soft, and a burst of unbearability surged in her throat from time to time, and she was forced to press down, afraid that she would make a noise and sleep Qinghuan.

It was very late at night, and Nan Yang put down the pen in his hand. Qinghuan had already fallen asleep, wrapped tightly and only revealing a small head. She only had a quilt on her bed, and she had to cover a bed with this little girl this night. Nanyang's body is often cold, and it is difficult to warm the bed when he sleeps alone, but this child is warm, and his body is small and soft, which is much better than the stove.

Nan Yang slept next to Qinghuan, and the unusually comfortable quilt made her sleepiness come quickly.

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The next day, when Qinghuan woke up again, it was noon, and the rare good weather, the sunlight leaked in through the window, like a bed of gold leaf, looking at it was full of warmth.

Qinghuan touched the side, it was empty, and the bed was very flat, as if no one had come up to sleep. Qinghuan wrinkled her little face and let out a long sigh, and rolled to the side, her face just buried in the pillow next to her.

A cold plum fragrance hit the tip of the nose, and there was still a little residual warmth on the soft pillow. Qinghuan suddenly laughed, rubbing his nose on the pillow, estimating that the master had gotten up early, and the bed was neatly wiped.

A cool voice suddenly sounded: "Awake? ”

Qinghuan bounced up from the bed, accidentally pulled the wound, grinning in pain, she hurriedly leaned out half of her body to look out, and saw that Nan Yang was still sitting on the same place yesterday, her eyes were still looking at the pen intently.

"Master, morning." Qinghuan rubbed her sore eyes that were crying yesterday, and said to Nan Yang in a tired voice.

Nan Yang raised his eyes and glanced at Qinghuan in his busyness, and said lightly: "Get up when you wake up and clean up." ”

"Oh." Qinghuan hurriedly and obediently picked up the coat that Nan Yang had prepared for her and put it on carefully.

After getting dressed, Qinghuan rubbed on the bed for a while, then got out of bed quietly and walked to the neatly placed bookshelf on the side, which were full of books that Nan Yang liked to read on weekdays, as well as some things about Taoist swordsmanship and the like.

Qinghuan took a book and sat quietly on the side, holding his cheek and looking carefully.

Nan Yang was a little surprised, Qinghuan used to be with her, always sticking to her and talking about that, not idle for a moment, but at this time he actually knew that he would stay aside and read a book.

One person in the room was busy with affairs, and one person was reading a book carefully, the atmosphere was quiet but very harmonious, and time seemed to stand still.

I don't know how long it took, Nan Yang suddenly said, "I'm hungry." ”

Qinghuan put down the book in his hand: "I'll go to the kitchen." ”

With that, Qing Huanzhen got up and stepped out a few steps. It was a long, about two quarters of an hour, before she staggered in from outside, with a tray of food in her hand.

"Today, the kitchen made boiled buns, mutton and bone soup, Master ate some?" Qinghuan laboriously placed the tray that was a little different in size from her next to Nan Yang.

A large bowl is steaming outward, a few boiled soft bones are nodding, and there are exquisite crystal shrimp dumplings soaked in it, the aroma surrounds people's nerves, and makes people drool.

Nan Yang nodded slightly: "It's okay." You scoop a little for me to taste. ”

Qinghuan scooped up half a spoonful of boiled buns with a spoon, and then used chopsticks to evenly place shrimp dumplings, meat and fungus on the other half. Nan Yang kept writing in his hand, and Qing Huan took the spoon in one hand, carefully followed it with the other hand, and tiptoed to hand it to Nan Yang's mouth.

Nan Yang tilted his face slightly and ate the spoonful.

Qinghuan looked at Nan Yang's expression without showing displeasure, and smiled: "Master, it is very cold to eat this in winter, and this is also delicious with food." Qing Huan picked up a small dish next to the big bowl in the tray, and there were a few crystalline yellow-brown garlic cloves in it.

Qinghuan peeled one off and handed it to Nan Yang's mouth.

Nan Yang squinted, it turned out to be sweet garlic, and it looked like a gadget that Qinghuan likes to eat, but she has never liked to eat this kind of heavy taste. Nan Yang glanced at Qinghuan's translucent eyes again, and still took a bite of Qinghuan's hand.

"Eat the rest." Nan Yang swallowed half a piece of sweet garlic in her mouth with difficulty, she could be regarded as giving face to Ashigaru.

With a light sigh, the hand holding the sweet garlic retracted, and his eyes were locked on the half of the sweet garlic. Master just bitten it, Master's lips and tongue had just touched this, Master told her to eat the half of her remaining sweet garlic......

Laughing a little, he stuffed the half piece of sugar garlic into his mouth and chewed slowly like a baby. Somehow, this piece was better than what she had eaten before.

Nan Yang put aside the pen in his hand, wanting to take a sip of tea and slowly swallow the smell of mutton and garlic in his mouth, as soon as he caught a glimpse of Qinghuan, he put down the teacup and quickly pulled out a handkerchief to cover Qinghuan's nose.

"How do you ...... In the winter, still have nosebleeds? ”。