Miao Shan found out that Rong Huai took Nan Yang to the small city next door, so he rented a carriage and braved the heavy rain to go there with Qinghuan. 520.|

They all came from Lingqiu Mountain, so they weren't very far apart. In just an hour, they were in that city. The carriage staggered and slowly approached the inn that Miao Shan had found, and when the outline of the inn in her sight gradually became clear, Qinghuan's palms began to sweat nervously.

The carriage stopped steadily at the door of the inn, Miao Shan jumped down first, said a few words to the little brother who was driving and paid, and turned to look at Qing Huan, who was still sitting in the carriage: "Little young master, what are you doing?" Don't hurry down yet. ”

Qinghuan pinched the paper bag and said, "I ......"

For some reason, she was a little scared.

"Why, the person in your heart is in this inn, don't you dare? It's too late to go back to the master. Miao Shan smiled.

"No ......" Qinghuan sighed, but still got up and helped Miaoshan to hand over and got out of the carriage.

The shopkeeper in the inn saw two beautiful-looking women standing at the door of the store, and hurriedly ran over to greet him: "Two guest officers, do you want to stay in the hotel?" ”

"Let's order food first, I haven't eaten for a day, and I'm still hungry." Miao Shan smiled generously and rewarded the shopkeeper, and pulled Qinghuan to sit down on the empty table next to him.

"Is it enough to give you time to prepare for a meal?" Miao Shan took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder, carefully scraped them clean, and put them in front of Qinghuan.

“…… Thank you. Qinghuan whispered.

"Huh? Thank me? ”

“…… You're so good-looking. Qinghuan said helplessly.

"Haha, the little young master is so cute." Miao Shan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

“……”

"Zi Gu has been in your body for a while, but is there any discomfort?"

"Not yet." Qinghuan shook her head.

"If you have a seizure, tell me, don't hold back, I can control the activities of the Gu worm for a certain time."

Qinghuan didn't answer, just raised his palm and looked at it. A thin black line appeared in her palm, faintly buried under a thin layer of flesh. She suddenly remembered the wound on Master's hand that seemed to be deliberately worn out when she was in the Valley of Troubled Flowers.

- "I can't hide it from you, after you left, I accidentally broke the teapot while pouring tea, and my hand was cut by the shards. It's been bandaged and it's fine. ”

- "No, you're not allowed to help me with the medicine. The wound is ugly, you don't want to look at it. ”

- "The cause of my injury has nothing to do with you, don't worry. There are some things that I can't tell you, but you just need to know that now I am well and very healthy. ”

Kang Jian's ghost.

Qinghuan smiled bitterly and clenched his hand into a fist. Nan Yang, how could this person be so distressing.

"Little young master, look at the two people on the other side of the stairs." Miao Shan cheered lightly with interest.

At the corner of the stairs stood two women, one dressed as a doctor carrying a medicine box and the other with his back to them. Qinghuan squinted his eyes and looked at the back carefully, there was always a very familiar feeling.

“…… Thank you, doctor, how long will it take for my master to wake up? ”

"The broken rib has been rejoined, and there is another strange poison in her body, which I have no ability to heal. I don't know much about the poison, so I don't know when she'll wake up. ”

"Okay...... This is money, please go slowly. ”

"Girl, let me say more, the patient's face is sad and depressed, and it is not good for the condition. I remember to boil the prescription for her to drink, and say goodbye. ”

“…… Walking. ”

The woman turned around slowly and watched the doctor leave with the medicine box on her back. The lines of her side face are soft, the back of her long hair is simply tied up, and her slightly furrowed eyebrows and eyes contain a faint and elegant temperament.

The chopsticks in Qinghuan's hand fell on the table with a clatter, and he looked at Yuntang with wide eyes.

Yun Tang turned his head vigilantly when he heard the abnormal movement, and happened to collide with Qinghuan's gaze.

"Division...... Masters? ”

Yun Tang was surprised for a moment, and then his eyes were full of anger, and he walked quickly to Qinghuan, grabbed her by the collar and dragged her up from the chair directly, and scolded loudly: "Little rabbit cub, didn't you go with that cult!" Don't you want your teacher? Do you know to come back? ”

"Senior sister...... Ahem, I'm sorry. Qinghuan was strangled by the collar and her face turned red.

"Master's injury is like this, it's all because of you! I tell you, if Master has anything to do, you and your father will all have to be buried by Master! Yun Tang looked at Qing Huan's vulnerable appearance, but became more and more angry.

"Senior sister, Master...... Where is Master? Qing Huan looked at Yuntang earnestly with red eyes.

“…… Get out of here! Yun Tang let go of his hand fiercely, took a few deep breaths to calm the anger in his heart, and then walked quickly upstairs.

Qinghuan rubbed her neck and hurriedly followed.

Miao Shan, who was sitting on the side and was ignored the whole time, looked at Qinghuan's back as he went upstairs, so he had to smile helplessly, and he didn't care much, just eating the food on the table with relish.

Yun Tang walked to the door of the guest room where Nan Yang was asleep, suddenly paused, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, and suddenly asked in a deep voice, "Why did you come back suddenly?" You...... Will you go back to the Burning Heaven Gate? ”

Qinghuan lowered his head and said, "I...... I miss Master. ”

"Qinghuan, the relationship between us and us in the past ten years of living together is really not as good as a father who suddenly jumped out?" Yuntang's voice was very deep, revealing a deep sadness.

"Senior sister, you will always be my relatives, regardless of blood."

"When you're back, don't go back. Master...... It's only been two months, so I'm with her. Yun Tang sighed deeply and helped Qinghuan open the door, "Senior Uncle Rong Huai and Senior Brother are next door, they won't bother you." ”

"Senior sister, thank you." Qinghuan choked up, and Yun Tang forgave her so lightly. She knew that in fact, no matter what she did, Senior Sister, Senior Brother, and Master and Uncle would forgive her lightly. They really treat her as a relative, which is why they will always be so tolerant.

Yuntang watched Qinghuan enter, and then silently and carefully covered the door for Qinghuan, and left quietly and quietly.

Qing Huan felt that every step towards Nanyang was incomparably heavy, especially when she saw the phoenix feather sword on the table, she was even more sad.

Nan Yang's head was slightly sideways, and he lay on the bed unusually quietly. Her face was very pale and weak, her skin seemed to be transparent, and there were thin cyan veins buried from the side of her face to her neck, which was even more delicate and pitiful.

Qinghuan slowly walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, she felt that her heartbeat had also stopped, and hesitantly reached out to touch Nan Yang's face.

Icy cold.

"I'm sorry." Qinghuan lowered his head deeply and choked up.

Nan Yang's eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Qinghuan didn't know what to say, and she didn't want to say anything more, she put her hand into the quilt, touched Nan Yang's hand and gently took it out.

Nan Yang's hand was clenched into a fist, so tight that the joints protruded terribly, and his skin was tense and turned blue-white. Qinghuan clasped her hands together, wrapped Nan Yang's hand, and gently tried to break her fingers so that her hand could relax.

But she held it too tightly. It's not at all like the strength of a comatose person.

Qinghe turned Nanyang's hand over, and faintly saw what she was holding from the crack in her palm—the crystal red flowing jade.

"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry......" Qinghuan grabbed Nanyang's hand, put his forehead up, and cried bitterly, "I'm sorry ......"

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Qinghuan has been guarding Nan Yang's bedside, she has not slept since Ling Qiushan came back, and after staying by Nan Yang's side, she felt that she had found a sense of security, and fatigue soon hit. I don't know when, she lay down beside Nan Yang and fell asleep, and the tears on her face were not wiped away.

Vaguely, she seemed to have a dream. In her dream, there were mottled figures, many people coming and going, and she looked at them in a daze, and she couldn't remember what had happened.

They were like a play on the stage, and she was just a spectator.

Time passed quietly.

I don't know when, Qinghuan woke up in a daze, she felt someone touching her hair, and the movements were very gentle and gentle, as if she was comforting a small animal. She struggled to open her eyes, and through the slits in them, the ghosting in front of her became clear.

Nan Yang didn't know when she was awake, she was half-leaning on the head of the bed, holding a book in her left hand, her eyes focused on the pages. And his right hand is gently touching Qinghuan's head next to him, as if he is teasing a kitten and a puppy.

Qing Huan looked at Nan Yang's slightly drooping face, still with such cold and indifferent eyebrows and light brown pupils like tea, his gaze was almost obsessed. She slowly raised her hand and pressed the back of Nanyang's hand that kept touching her hair.

Nan Yang's body stiffened obviously, and then naturally turned over his hand and held Qing Huan's hand.

"It's getting dark," Nan Yang looked out the window and whispered, "Are you hungry?" ”

"Don't you even ask me why they let me back?" Qing Huan stared at Nan Yang's face tightly.

"Nothing happens as important as when you're hungry." Nan Yang put down the book in his hand, reached over and pinched the soft flesh on Qinghuan's cheeks, "It's good to come back, I believe in you, you will come back eventually." The reason is not very important. ”

Qinghuan's nose was sour, and she smiled hard: "Master believes in me so much." ”

"Light Joy...... Do you hate me? Nan Yang looked at Qinghuan's gaze, and his eyes shone with a little soft light.

"Did I say I hated you?" Qinghuan lowered her head and grabbed Nan Yang's hand, bowed her head and kissed her finger, "Even if you say it one day in the future, Master can't believe it." All the words that hate you must be that I am lying. ”

"......" Nan Yang looked down at her, a pale smile hooked up on her lips, she tilted her head, and saw the half of the brocade rope exposed in Qinghuan's clothes, and suddenly stretched out her hand and hooked it lightly with her fingers.

Qinghuan had been keeping the bag close to her body and was hooked in Nan Yang's hand like this, and she was anxious for a while: "What are you doing......"

"The jade and the sword have been returned to me, but you forgot to return this, and I will take it back for you."

"No, isn't it just a piece of paper? Are you so stingy? ”

"It's my handwriting on the paper, isn't it appropriate for me to take it back?" Nan Yang smiled lightly with the bag, and retracted his hand to the inside of the bed, not letting Qinghuan reach it, "I'm hungry, you go cook first, and I'll give it to you when I'm full." ”

"Master!" Qinghuan said angrily.

"Do you want to fight with me, a patient? Let's go cook. Nan Yang touched Qinghuan's forehead.

"Master, you ......" Qing Huan didn't know what expression to put on for a while, "...... Okay, I'll do it, I'll do it. ”

Rather helplessly, she stood up, twisted her sore arm, sighed, shook her head with a chuckle, and walked out of the room.

Nan Yang watched Qinghuan walk out with the bag, and the light smile on his face gradually disappeared. She stared at the closed door for a long, long time.

Nan Yang covered his flanks, endured the pain, and got down from the bed with difficulty, and moved to the table step by step to sit down. She took the pen and paper that had been pressed aside, took a new piece of paper, and took the pen and pen to write something on it intently.

After writing, she carefully folded the piece of paper and quietly stuffed it into Qinghuan's bag.