Chapter Seventy-Eight: You Can Sing
The people of Ye'an City have been killed and injured countless times, ruined and broken walls everywhere, they have long ceased to be prosperous, and the reconstruction work has been carried out one after another, but the people have a sense of embattlement, they can no longer see the bright future of Shu, Shu is worried about internal and external troubles, and a heavy blow will collapse.
"Owner, the medicine is here, Mr. Zixu said to drink it while it's hot." Zhen Yue put the hot concentrated medicine in front of the couch.
It's July, the weather is hot, and the decoction is black, exuding an unusually pungent smell, which makes it more and more difficult for people to get into the nose under the hot and humid air.
The man is dressed in a purple dress, embroidered with a purple and gold unicorn, with dark flowers and auspicious clouds as the edge, the dark color is more and more pale, the original bright red thin lips are unusually gray at this time, the carved facial features are more and more cold, and the momentum of self-respect also looks lonely.
Since the bandit riot, the entire Ye'an City has been in great depression, and the people are carefully rebuilding their homes, while the Qilin Fang is also being reorganized, and the burned gardens are also being built in an orderly manner.
She didn't know what was going on with this man, he was tired for a few days, and his face was pale and scary, Zixu's brows tightened every time he came to see him, although he didn't mention the matter of the black order again, Zhen Yue didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and waited more cautiously.
"Owner?" Zhen Yue saw him drooping his eyes, and she didn't know if he was asleep or not.
I don't know how long it took for the man to raise his eyes slightly, his eyes were deep, and he said lightly: "Hot." ”
Zhen Yue was stunned for a moment, knowing that he didn't like to drink hot things, he slowly frowned, and persuaded: "Mr. Zixu emphasized that you should drink it while it is hot, this medicine is estimated to affect the effect of the medicine when it is cold, and the owner of the workshop still focuses on the body." ”
"Hmm." He snorted lightly, his mood looked extremely bad, and a deep voice sounded: "Drink cold." ”
Zhen Yue saw that he couldn't move, so he picked up the pu fan and began to fan it slowly, a pungent smell of medicine lingered in the silent dormitory, and his stomach was uncomfortable, seeing that his brows were tightly wrinkled together, he quickly got up and brought the bronze incense burner, with the mixture of fragrance, the pungent taste was not so unacceptable.
"It's okay, let's drink." I touched the rim of the glass, and my fingertips were slightly cold.
Bei Moling sat up slowly, picked up the medicine bowl with his slender hand, frowned his beautiful long eyebrows, and drank it quickly.
As soon as he put down the medicine bowl, the man turned pale, covered his chest and gasped violently, sweating like rain, and looked like he was in severe pain.
"The owner ......." Zhen Yue was stunned, and hurriedly reached over, and the man's whole body seemed to be burned by fire, extremely hot.
"Get out of here, don't touch me!"
The voice was cold and chilling, and the low roar between the roars was like a suppressed beast.
Zhen Yue was stunned for a moment, feeling a little familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it, and when she saw him yelling at her a few times, she hurriedly left, and asked Mr. Zixu to come over quickly outside the hall.
In less than a moment, Mr. Zixu rushed over, closed the door of the palace tightly, half a cup of tea, Zixu wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and walked out of the hall, and the jade brush in his hair reflected a ray of cold light in the noon sun.
"It's all said, you can't drink cold, why don't you persuade it!" Zixu taught Zhen Yue a lesson, and his childish face was wrinkled together.
Zhen Yue said unhurriedly: "I have been persuaded to do so, but the owner of the workshop will not listen." He lowered his eyes and said, "What's wrong with the owner?" ”
Zixu frowned and said: "Don't ask about the owner's affairs casually, you go in and serve, the owner has endured it and not fainted, and now he is sweating all over his body, you go and deal with it." ”
"Yes." Zhen Yue saw Zixu leaving, so she took warm water and stepped into the dormitory with a strong smell of medicine.
The dazzling sunlight is blocked by the window paper, casting some fine shadows, the silence of the interior can be heard falling pins, and the flowers in the window dance with the wind, driving the bright petals.
The man was still lying on the purple brocade couch, the gorgeous brocade clothes could vaguely see the traces of wetness, Zhen Yue wrung out the handkerchief, half-knelt and half-squatted in front of the couch, seeing that he was breathing evenly, and he no longer had the appearance of his previous illness.
His face was covered with cold sweat, looking pale like a paper man, she was a little stunned for a while, she was used to seeing his domineering appearance, and at this time she saw that his lethality was greatly weakened, and she was in a trance.
When she raised her head, she slammed into a pair of dark inky eyes, like a deep cold pool, with a deep whirlpool in it, she thought about it, or picked up a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, and was relieved to see that he was not angry.
But being watched by him like this, a trace of irritability rose in his heart, forcibly suppressed the boredom in his heart, and patiently carefully wiped his cheeks and palms.
"Mr. Zixu said, I still have to drink hot decoction." She felt that if she didn't break the weird atmosphere, she would really suffocate.
"Hmm." He mumbled softly, with a hint of sickly hoarseness.
Zhen Yue was slightly stunned, she didn't expect him to speak so well.
"Don't wipe it, I'm tired, just wait for me to wake up and take a shower."
Zhen Yue heard the tiredness in his tone, nodded and said, "Then the subordinate will go out first." After speaking, he just got up and was about to leave.
"Wait."
Zhen Yue's footsteps stopped, looking back at him with a look of wanting to speak and stopping, the man's handsome cheeks were a little uncomfortable, I don't know if it was because of illness or fatigue, the perennial indifference was a little loosened at this time, looking at the woman's clear eyes and said, "Can you sing?" ”
Sing? Zhen Yue was a little stunned, she didn't understand what he was asking for, and seeing his impatient appearance, she hurriedly replied, "Yes." ”
"Come here." The man waved at her.
Zhen Yue walked over and knelt in front of him again, slowly frowned, served him for a long time, although she was cautious about him, she was not as afraid of him as before, and asked: "The owner of the workshop doesn't want to listen to his subordinates sing, his subordinates' singing is very difficult to hear." ”
His long eyebrows raised slightly, his pale face became vivid, and he said lightly: "What?" Do you have to have another fight with you before you are willing to sing a song? ”
Zhen Yue gritted her teeth secretly, this man was really inexplicable, and said helplessly: "Since the owner of the workshop listens, how dare his subordinates disobey, but the words are in front, don't complain about your subordinates if they are ugly." ”
"Hmm."
She looked at the windswept flower branches on the windowsill, her dark eyes met the pink petals, shining, and the pink lips opened lightly.
And I saw the smoke of the cooking rising, and the twilight covering the earth,
I want to ask the burst of cooking smoke, where are you going,
The sunset is poetic, the dusk is picturesque,
Although the poetry is beautiful, I only have you in my heart,
And I saw the smoke rise, and it reminded me,
May you turn into Caixia and fly into my dreams
The sunset is poetic, the dusk is picturesque,
Although the poetry is beautiful, I only have you in my heart.
The singing voice is crisp and pleasant, like a spring flowing in April, bringing a room full of tenderness, a simple ballad reminds her of her favorite singer in her last life, her eyes are no longer cold, and the corners of her mouth are smiling.