The immortal man was also stained with dust and fell into mortal dust.

Qin Muyu had never seen Duanmu Li like this, his originally stunning face was thin, and his drunken eyes were thick cyan, and when he hugged himself, Qin Muyu felt that he was so thin that only bones were left, and he was so tight.

Is this still the first time I saw him at that time, an amazing cold man?

…… Is this Duanmuli? Qin Muyu asked himself over and over again.

…… Is this Duanmuli? If this is Duanmu Li, why did he become like this?

A national teacher, a man with nothing in his heart, how can he be so haggard.

Duanmu Li only felt as if she was in a dream, obviously she appeared in front of her, but her heart was still empty. obviously hugged her in his arms, but it was even more empty. But there was a real smile on his lips.

From the beginning of his change of life, he understood what he cared about most. He couldn't stand to leave her, even if she wasn't destined to belong to him, he still couldn't let go.

He didn't know what buying drunk was, and maybe he knew, but he never thought that such a childish thing would happen to him.

The world is drunk with good wine, and he drinks it awake.

Those who should be drunk are not drunk, and those who should be awake are not. It seems that everything has returned to the time when he was young and wanted to die or live, but at that time he felt that the worst was just a death, but now, he didn't know if what Murong Hui said was true or not, but being able to see her again, he found that he could give up everything he had. The extravagant hope of a man who has nothing.

But this is still a nightmare.

Xiao Yu in the dream let go of himself again and again, rejected himself, and hurriedly ran to Qin Chuyan not far away without even giving him a look, snuggling in the arms of the man in black, smiling skillfully. He was a background, a background, from beginning to end.

It turned out that the pain was followed by numbness, and he was used to watching her laugh in someone else's arms from behind, and then clasped his hands in an attempt to preserve the temperature when she held hands.

It's better to watch her ignore herself in pain than to be awake and not see her.

He understood that she didn't want herself anymore. However, he still couldn't let go. It was also the first time that he knew that wine was not so good, and that being able to get drunk was the real beauty of wine.

And now, is he holding her? He knew it was her.

It was his most beautiful dream.

"Duanmu Li, ...... you" Looking at Duanmu Li, who was obviously haggard but had a faint satisfaction at the corner of his mouth, Qin Muyu couldn't say a word, sighed slightly, and let him hold it.

But...... Duanmu Li really hugged it, and after confirming that it was Qin Muyu, he let go of the breath he had been holding, and his eyes that were trying to open wide were tiredness after relaxation. And a hand still stubbornly held her little hand, to be precise, with unquestionable strength.

"Duanmu Li sleeps for eight hours a day......"

Qin Muyu found that when he said goodbye to Duanmu Li, the memories of the past appeared one by one, with a slight pain in his clarity. I heard that people will recreate the events of their past lives in their minds before they die, so why is she like this?

Lost to him.

Duanmu Li's pungent breath spitted on her neck, and the cyan color under her eyes told her how long its owner had been drunk but not asleep.

Qin Muyu originally wanted to ask him about the method of detoxification, but he also threw it down with that sigh.

He was drunk like this, he still hadn't rested for a long time, and he was still confused when he spoke, even if he asked, what could he answer? Murong Qingfan...... Thinking of her little apprentice, she sighed slightly. The opportunity she created for Murong Che and Murong Qingfan, I don't know what Murong Che will say to Murong Qingfan? After all, it is his own flesh and blood, the only flesh and blood.

She's really worried about it right now.

"Xiaoyu...... You've seen me......"

The hand holding her suddenly tightened, and then Duanmu Li muttered in a drunken voice, but the smile on his face was a satisfaction that Qin Muyu had never seen before, and the abrupt and fragile made her sad.

Admit it, you can't bear him.

Qin Muyu felt Duanmu Li's breathing, stretched out his other hand and gently touched his head, the hair slipped from her hand like ice silk, and the person on her body slept more sweetly.

Sleep, sleep.

Qin Muyu had such an inexplicable soft mind, one hand gently stroked Duanmu Li's back, guarding him until dark, from sunset to the moon hanging.

It was late at night.

Qin Muyu looked at the sky and estimated that Duanmu Li had slept enough for eight hours, and Murong Qingfan should have gone back, after all, she told him when she left that if he came out too late, he would go back first. As for her own residence, she rejected Murong Hui's arrangement and chose the Three Princes' Mansion, she wanted to live with Murong Qingfan.

"Duanmu Li, it's time to wake up."

Qin Muyu gently pushed Duanmu Li, Duanmu Li rolled to the side, and his black hair swayed with it.

"Duanmuli, wake up."

Qin Muyu pushed Duanmu Li again, and then noticed that although Duanmu Li's breathing was steady, his long eyelashes were trembling slightly. Duanmu Li is clearly pretending to be asleep! Qin Muyu smiled, and didn't urge, but opened Duan Mu Li's hand vigorously, and got out of bed directly,

"It's getting late, and since you can't wake up, then I have to go back."

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the person who had been lying peacefully on the bed jumped up suddenly, and before Qin Muyu could turn around, he heard the sound of a "bang" and a person falling to the ground.

"Xiaoyu, don't go...... Stay close to me...... In my dreams, wouldn't it be nice to be closer to me? ”

Still drunk? Qin Muyu was hesitating to turn around, after all, Murong Qingfan had been delayed for a long time, should he go back to see him directly or ...... Forget it, ask again.

"I'm not leaving."

made up his mind, but when he turned around, he couldn't help but coax his tone, Qin Muyu never knew that he could also speak in a gentle voice, not cold, not guarded, not coquettish, or gentle, inexplicably distressed.

"I woke up...... Not leaving? But when I wake up, you're gone. Duanmu Li didn't care about the embarrassment of sitting on the ground, or that he couldn't be embarrassed anymore, but muttered to himself in a tone that didn't fluctuate, and actually smiled, "Xiaoyu, if you let me wake up, then I will wake up." If you don't want me, I'll get drunk and do it again. ”

Duanmu Li looked at Qin Muyu and smiled, but Qin Muyu wanted to cry. This immortal ...... And she has more important things,

"I'm ...... Don't go. Duanmu Li, how to solve fetal poison? Well, the fetal poison of the third prince Murong Qingfan formed purple lines on his face, and now he has taken the red pill given by Mr. Che, is it the one you gave me? Now he's vomiting blood, but what to do? I've vomited like this for a long time, and now I'm afraid it's been a day, and I'm already a pale person who is about to die. What to do? Needles? You tell me. ”

Duanmu Li listened to Qin Muyu's words and didn't react for a long time, I don't know if he was drunk and couldn't hear clearly or fell asleep again, Qin Muyu sat on the ground like him in annoyance, and just about to continue, he felt a restless big hand on his chest, which is different from Duanmu Li's soft appearance now, this hand is full of strength, and the direction and target are clear and ruthless, just one moment, he held the little bun that Qin Muyu grew up, well, now it is a medium bun.

"......" Qin Muyu opened his hand,

"Duanmu Li!"

"Hmm...... I'm ......" Duanmu Li looked sideways at Qin Muyu's angry eyes, his eyes were drunk and hazy but clean and incredible, and there was a serious worry in them, "Xiaoyu, hasn't the fetal poison been cleaned yet?" After speaking, the other hand went to probe Qin Muyu's pulse.

Have you said everything you said with her for a long time? Qin Muyu sighed, "It's not me, it's the third prince Murong Qingfan, it's Murong Qingfan!" ”

However, Duanmu Li ignored her at all, his sword eyebrows frowned and then unfolded, but the smell of wine added three points of freshness to him, "It seems to be okay, but the pulse is a little weak...... Well, like too much exercise...... Well, Xiaoyu, did you use any extreme methods to improve your martial arts? ……”

Qin Muyu's face turned red when he heard this, what is it to improve martial arts, it is clearly ...... Brother Yan is too ignorant of moderation...... Thinking of this, Qin Muyu hurriedly said,

"Duanmu Li, can you solve it? If you can solve it, go to the third prince's bedroom with me, he has been vomiting blood......"

"Vomiting blood?!" Duanmu Li's tone suddenly paused, "Vomiting blood again?" ”

Qin Muyu breathed a sigh of relief, but this uncle finally listened to what he said, but he didn't expect Duanmu Li's opened hand to move to her chest again, and he rubbed it very seriously and purely. As for why it is said to be "extremely pure and serious", it is because Duanmu Li's gaze is like the most serious doctor, gently rubbing it and asking,

"Vomiting blood, but chest stasis? Is that better? When I was checking the pulse just now, I found that your meridians were not smooth, as if they had been expanded, but the meridians were not stable, like an embankment that was about to burst. How can you be so foolish?! ”

Expand the meridians? Qin Muyu was stunned for a moment, and then thought that it might be a side effect of that mandarin duck powder, no wonder she felt that her internal strength had improved a lot recently, but as Duanmu Li said, it was very unstable. Well, that seems like a problem...... Wait, now is not the time to get distracted, and it is obviously more important to end Murong Qingfan's question first.

He didn't listen to what Duanmu Li said, it seemed that he was only interested in his own affairs, so on the other hand, wouldn't he be able to get the answer by starting with her question? Murong Qingfan and she are both fetal poisons, so she should use the dead horse as a live horse doctor first.

"I may have a little bit of residual poison and still feel tightness in my chest from time to time, what should I do?"

Duanmu Li's hand paused, and his eyebrows locked, "It seems that you really have to use a needle, it will hurt to apply the needle, there is really no need to suffer from that." But looking at the pulse, it is indeed clear that the poison has been cleared. Duanmu Li didn't speak after speaking, thinking while massaging.

Qin Muyu was like a doll being placed around, but he couldn't cry or laugh in his heart-you said that Duanmu Li was sober, he couldn't listen to what she said, if he said that he was not sober, he knew everything about her situation. Qin Muyu really felt that with Duanmu Li's current not very sober mind, he was afraid that even if he thought about it, he wouldn't be able to think of anything.

Hmm, wait, what do you mean by "it looks like you really have to use a needle"? Meaning, didn't you use a needle? Qin Muyu remembered it clearly, it turned out that when she asked Duanmu Li how to detoxify, Duanmu Li showed her the silver needle with the length of her arm, and she was still thinking about this needle, she was really not sure about it, so she came to him. But it seems, isn't that the case?

"Duanmu Li, how did you detoxify me?"

Qin Muyu's voice was fluttering, and with a smile, everyone who knew her knew that she was angry. Of course, Duanmu Li was very clear when he was awake, but he was drunk now, and he was 108,000 miles away from being sober, not to mention that his heart was soaked in Qin Muyu's joy by his side and he was worried about Qin Muyu's body, so it could be said that his vigilance had dropped to zero.

"Well, you are mainly stunted by fetal poison...... Duanmu Li said the fetal poison and the toxicity of Hongchen annoyance that he had told Qin Muyu before, and Qin Muyu listened while looking for loopholes.

After Duanmu Li finished speaking, she received it quietly,

"Is that the antidote to me with a silver needle? No wonder it hurts so much every time you wake up? ”

"Of course not." Duanmu Li directly denied it, but then frowned again, and instead looked at Qin Muyu with a slightly awkward look. Qin Muyu was familiar with this kind of look, it was this kind of look when Duanmu Li asked her name at the beginning, but in this scene,

"It's not this, which one is that? Don't tell me it'll be fine if you rub it. ”

really let her guess correctly, but Duanmu Li exerted his ability to selective amnesia and deafness, and didn't care what Qin Muyu asked, but insisted on saying something to himself,

"Xiaoyu, you don't need to call me Duanmu Li or the national teacher, you can call me Li, or...... Messire. ”

When he said this, Duanmu Li smiled, this is his most normal smile today, warming the room and blooming, so that everyone who sees it can feel his pleasure.

"Xianggong." He repeated in a cold voice, expectantly.

Qin Muyu looked at Duanmu Li with such cuteness, but he couldn't laugh.

When Qin Muyu walked in the winding path of the bamboo forest, his face was expressionless, and his mood was very complicated. The drunken Duanmu Li has been knocked unconscious by her and gone to sleep, hoping that tomorrow he can give him an explanation.

There is no moon tonight, but in this strange palace, this night is even colder.

Qin Muyu lowered his head slightly, walking step by step, his mind was chaotic. On this night, she found her heart soft, and she found out that she would miss.

Is Brother Yan okay? He must have found a way to get in. Thinking of Brother Yan's appearance of almost rushing to the palace with a sword, Qin Muyu felt a burst of amusement and warmth. Brother Yan, Yu'er misses you too, I really hope you can come in.

…… Well, Xue Candle, you have to find a way to help Brother Yan come in.

As soon as Qin Muyu stepped out of the bamboo forest, he saw a figure flickering in front of him,

"Who?!"

Qin Muyu is on guard, the people who want their lives in this palace can't wait?

"Ahem...... Master......"

It was Murong Qingfan. Qin Muyu hurriedly ran up, and as soon as he ran into Murong Qingfan, he found that he was cold, as if he was frozen.

How long have you been waiting here? Qin Muyuxu's hand tightened, and before he could speak, he saw this pale young man stretch out his white right hand, and in his hand was a handkerchief that was about to merge with the darkness in the night.

"Master, I wiped my hands clean."

"Fool." As soon as Qin Muyu grasped the hand holding the handkerchief, it was really cold. sighed in his heart, and didn't ask him why he was waiting for her here, and held his hand tightly.

"Shall you go back?"

"Okay." There was pleasure in the young man's hoarse voice, Murong Qingfan secretly glanced at the hands he and Qin Muyu were shaking hands, and the pain of enduring coughing was not so unbearable.

He waited for her outside, waiting for the person who said he would protect him, and before he knew it, it was dark. But he still had gains, he was learning to endure the cough, he was almost successful, and he didn't want to show his vulnerable side in front of her. He hoped that he could be the one who accompanied her (Murong Qingfan thought he was) to ride a horse on the battlefield.

But when I saw her come out, I still couldn't hold back. But he'll wipe his blood clean, Master. Even though you are my master, I don't care, but I care about you.

That's enough, I may not be a good prince, but I will be a good apprentice. I will learn to be a good apprentice.

Murong Qingfan secretly looked at Qin Muyu's gaze, Qin Muyu knew it, she smiled secretly, and warmed him with her own temperature.

This harmony did not come until it entered the Three Princes' Mansion.

Murong Qingfan's life is very simple, and even the mansion with him is very simple. Of course, for a prince, the house can be described simply, then it must be simple, and there should be everything, but compared with the prince's mansion and the second prince's mansion, we can only use the private house of the children of the family and the house of the little people as a metaphor.

Murong Qingfan had never felt that his mansion was shabby, but when he came back with Qin Muyu, he felt a sense of shame. It's all useless by himself, and Master has to live in this kind of place with him.

"Third Prince, you're back."

A gray-haired grandmother greeted her, and secretly looked at Qin Muyu and the hands of the two of them with her spare eyes, which made Murong Qingfan unhappy for a while.

"Well, step aside." Murong Qingfan said, his voice was cold and majestic, which made the grandmother stunned. When the third prince came back, he usually didn't speak, he just followed her back to the house to rest, and he didn't need a maid to wait, why today? Is it because of this prince's teacher?

Murong Qingfan's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. Originally, he didn't care and didn't feel it, but now he just felt that these servants were indeed unseemly! Before he had a seizure, Qin Muyu spoke, his tone subtle,

"Slow, boil the bath water of the third prince first. Take three more jugs of wine. ”

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