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Cheng Ziye didn't know how he got out of Murong Jiu's room, and he had a lot of questions, why in front of the night, Jiu'er would rely on it so naturally, it was a kind of complete trust

In the kitchen, because it was dinner time, several cooks were busy, and Die'er on the side put the freshly fried medicine and boiled white porridge in the tray, and was about to take it out, when he saw Cheng Ziye appear in the kitchen with heavy steps in a somewhat lost soul.

"Cheng Gongzi" Die'er called out suspiciously, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart at the same time.

She can understand Cheng Gongzi's thoughts, how can a person so smart as Miss not understand Cheng Gongzi is such a good person, he is the first master of martial arts, and he has no ties, he can be the most happy with Miss, isn't it In fact, Miss and Cheng Gongzi are together, maybe it is the most suitable, so that Miss doesn't have to think about it so much, and there will be no troubles.

"I'll come to see if the medicine is ready, and by the way, let's see if there is anything that can make Jiu'er lay down her stomach first, but it seems that I don't need to be careful." Cheng Ziye looked at the tray in Die'er's hand, his eyes darkened, and he said indifferently with a faint smile.

Die'er looked at the faint but bitter smile on Cheng Ziye's face, her heart was sour, and she didn't know how to respond for a while.

"Hurry up and send it over, Jiu'er just woke up, and she should be hungry at this time." After Cheng Ziye finished laughing, he turned around and left the kitchen with the last light of the canopy.

Die'er sighed alone, withdrew her sad eyes, and walked towards Murong Jiu's courtyard.

A faint treacherous aura lingered in the room where only the two of them were alone, Dongfang Yi sat quietly at the end of the bed and closed his eyes to recuperate, Murong Jiu was lying on the bed, there were a few wisps of embarrassment on his sickly flushed face, and her eyes were still a little loose because of the high fever, but it was not difficult to see that she was secretly looking at Dongfang Yi.

Since last night's goodbye, this man has not left a step, even in the cold and foggy night, he just quietly stood outside her room

Even if Murong Jiu's eyes were closed, the proprietor Yi could clearly feel it. He pretended to sleep just because he was afraid that she would say something to ask him to leave, and he finally found her, no matter what, even if he pulled down his face and became a complete scoundrel, he would not hesitate to do it. What's more, now that she is sick, it is even more impossible for him to leave.

Looking at the unconsciously lonely and faint sadness on Dongfang Yi's indifferent body, Murong Jiu felt that his drowsy head was even heavier, and his heart felt a suffocating feeling of boulder oppression.

Immersed in the treacherous atmosphere created by each other, it can be broken by the appearance of Die'er.

The darkness of the room made Die'er frown unconsciously, and after placing the tray on the table, she casually lit the oil lamp.

The dim light turned on, Dongfang Yi had already gotten up from the end of the bed, sat down at the table, poured tea and drank it leisurely.

Looking at the indescribable weird atmosphere, Die'er was leisurely and silent, trying her best to ignore the strange feeling, and waited for Murong Jiu to drink the porridge, and after that, Murong Jiu also endured the rejection of the decoction and drank the medicine.

In her previous life, Murong Jiu had never drunk Chinese medicine, and in this life, she drank a lot in the months of her rebirth, but that time was basically her nightmare, so she would have the idea of developing a pill and realize it, if she had to do so, she would never want to drink Chinese medicine again.

However, as Dugu Yuankai said, the medicinal soup will make her high fever go down quickly, otherwise after a long time, I am afraid that her lungs will be burned out, so even if she is unwilling, she can only obediently pinch her nose and drink the medicine. Besides, she doesn't want to let people know in front of people, she is a ghost doctor who is afraid of drinking medicine

Murong Jiu's illness came fiercely, and it was three days later that she was able to speak less painfully, and during this period, because Dongfang Yi had no intention of leaving, Die'er was quite embarrassed and arranged a place for him to live, and this stay, Dongfang Yi had no intention of leaving, and even Murong Jiu, the boss behind the scenes, had nothing to say about it, even if there were a few people who were uncomfortable, no one would say anything.

On this day, the sky in Tancheng was surprisingly bright, and the warm sunlight sprinkled on his body, making Murong Jiu, who was nested on the recliner, feel comfortable haha.

It's just that except for the enjoyment of Murong Jiu's face, and the butterfly who was making tea by herself, the other two seemed to be a little competitive.

"Night Pavilion Lord, it seems to be very idle." Cheng Ziye took a sip of the tea handed by Die'er, and glanced at the lazy but imposing night with a lazy posture, and his voice was full of mockery.

"Hmm." Dongfang Yi answered lazily, his eyes still fell on Murong Jiu, who was curled up like a cat, and he didn't even give Cheng Ziye a glance.

Cheng Ziye gritted his teeth secretly, for Ye Jue's indifference, he had a sense of powerlessness to hit his fist on the cotton, the confrontation in the past few days, or only he was looking at him unpleasantly, Ye Jue would simply ignore him to the end, but for him to rely on the heart and entangle Murong Jiu, his heart was quite unhappy.

He didn't want to give up Jiu'er, so no matter who his opponent was, he didn't want to lose without a fight.

Murong Jiu, who was pretending to sleep, had long been dissatisfied with the fact that the two people next to him were going to fight from time to time, so he lowered his mouth and continued to enjoy her sunshine.

If it is unpredictable, then, just go with the flow Life is just a few decades, entangled in the unknown future, it is better to have fun in time, and leave all the uncertainty to time to make decisions.

"Xiao Jiu'er, I just heard outside that someone is setting up a ring, a martial arts competition, let's go and have a look" Dugu Yuankai's excited voice came from far and near, and when the words fell, the person was already squatting beside Murong Jiu, staring at the sleeping Murong Jiu with an expectant expression.

"Dugu, you have made a noise to Miss, Miss's illness has just improved, don't bother her." Die'er, who was sitting on the side, reached out and lifted the teapot and poured a cup of tea, and said softly while handing it to Dugu Yuankai.

"What kind of people are competing to recruit relatives, is it hot?" Murong Jiu opened his eyes, his clear eyes didn't look like he had slept at all, and his lazy voice was full of charm.

"Hey, guess what" Dugu Yuankai looked like I knew you were interested, and said arrogantly.

"Hey, I'm not interested." Murong Jiu rolled his eyes, sneered with disdain, and then closed his eyes again.

"Hey, Xiao Jiu'er, why are you like this, I said it's not good, it's the first dart game, Su Huanhuan, the only daughter of Su Qingyuan, the head dart head of the Qingyuan dart game." Dugu Yuankai muttered weakly, knowing that Murong Jiu was intentional, but he was afraid that she would really lose interest.

"Oh, it's the Su Huanhuan who is rumored to be not young, but no one dares to come to the door to propose marriage," Die'er said lightly, with a hint of eight letters in her tone.

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