Gongsun Changqin carried Xiu Ling back to Yanxia Tower when she was already asleep, in a coma, murmuring from time to time, calling "Master" for a while, "Xiaoxue" for a while, and "Master" for a while.

Putting her on the couch, Gongsun Changqin rubbed his chest and coughed, looked at her coldly and said, "Heh, there are many people who are worried about it." But he couldn't bear to leave. I saw her curled up, her shoulders trembling slightly, and she looked pitiful.

Leaning over to sit on the edge of the bed, he reached out to tuck the quilt for her, and touched her sweaty forehead, which was burning hot. He ran the strands of her hair stuck to her face and looked around.

At this time, it is just after noon, and it is the real afternoon scene. This bedroom of his is not the one that outsiders have seen, the one where Song Qinghuan has slept, but a separate room.

Gongsun Changqin got up and slowly paced around the room, hanging down the golden silk rattan red lacquered bamboo curtains hanging on all sides and the large and small curtains tied to the beams, covering out the sunlight of most of the room, and then paced back to the bedside and stared.

The first beauty of the Great Song Dynasty in that life, when she was sick and weak, she was just a long-term flower fluttering in the wind, sad and sad, unbearable and unbearable.

On the case in the house, Luoxia Qin Wu appeared on its own, and Gongsun Changqin gently flicked through the air and played a piano sound. After a while, Zhenqu seemed to hear the call, and he didn't know where to get into the room, and stood beside him with his head down.

"You go get some hot water and wipe her clothes and change her clothes." Gongsun Changqin commanded.

Zhenqu exclaimed in amazement, "Me?!" She glanced sideways at the dazed and sleepy cultivator on the couch, picked her fingers, and pursed her lips vigorously.

"What, you really think of yourself as the county lord of Xieyang County? Or do you think that if you did anything wrong before, the deity will not be able to clean you up? Don't forget, your life was given to you by the deity. If you are disobedient, take it back at any time......"

He frowned in the shadows, the light outside the room dimmed for a moment, and he said in a dejected voice, "Yes." And then he went.

The sun crossed the heavy obscuration, interspersed in the crevices and small holes of the bamboo curtain and veil, mottled and hazy. Gongsun Changqin looked at the woman on the bed in a daze, his heart moved, a trace of blood appeared in his throat, and he couldn't help coughing.

Oh, Zhenqu brought the basin of water, and he moved out to make way of his position, but he still sat in the room, caressing the piano by himself, and wiping it with her.

Zhenqu frowned and lifted the futon, but couldn't help but look at her carefully. What kind of person is she who can make characters like Gongsun Changqin concentrate on favoring her?

She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, and all that was left was a hand-sewn bandeau, silk satin, soft and elegant, in a style never seen before. There is another warm fragrance, although the fragrance is light but peculiar, it smells like bathing in the sun, and the whole body is soft.

When she was surprised, she saw a slight red light flashing on Xiu Ling's chest, and Zhenqu put her breast back away, and saw that there was a cinnabar birthmark like a cloud, which was exactly the same as the mark on her forehead, and she couldn't help but gasp, looking at the red cloud and stunned for a long time.

"Have you seen enough?" On the side, Gongsun Changqin did not squint, but his voice was cold.

Zhenqu immediately came back to his senses, screwed it with hot water soaked in a handkerchief, and carefully touched her body.

"Wait, wipe the broken right arm for her with this." Gongsun Changqin did not stop playing the qin, and a jade bottle had fallen on the head of the bed.

When he saw it, he was more and more shocked, and said in a lost voice: "Fire dew!" ”

Gongsun Changqin didn't raise his eyes, "It's just that others are strange, it's not like you haven't seen it, hurry up." ”

Zhenqu dipped a handkerchief in fire dew, wiped her arms little by little for the spiritual cultivator, changed the water, and slowly wiped her body and changed her clothes. When she saw the shocking cinnabar mark again, she couldn't bear it anymore and secretly reached out and touched it.

When he touched it, Xiu Ling couldn't help but snort, frowned and whispered, "No, don't ......" as he spoke, grabbing Zhenqu's hand.

Zhenqu was startled and struggled to break free, but the fingers pressed on the cinnabar mark seemed to be sucked, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what, so he could only ask Xia Zun for help. Before she could speak, Gongsun Changqin had already splashed a string of light with her three fingers, bouncing her to the ground.

"It's not good to do such a small thing!" He abandoned the piano and got up, and turned coldly to her.

"Master, me and her, why ......" Zhenqu was full of grievances, and said with tears, but seeing that he just had a calm face, and then looked at the person on the bed, his eyes suddenly softened, "You go out." As he spoke, he coughed twice.

"Master......" was really interesting, but he still stopped talking, put the handkerchief back in the basin, and retreated.

***

Gongsun Changqin went to the edge of the bed and sat down, tied the slightly open clothes of the cultivator with his own hands, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the mark on her chest, and for a while the blood surged, and coughed again, and hurriedly reached out to cover her mouth, but saw her lips moving, leaned over to listen, and it was "Master" and "Master" again.

Xiu Ling opened his eyes in a trance, and in his weakness, he saw Gongsun Changqin leaning in front of her and leaning his face, and subconsciously raised his hand to push him, "What are you doing?" But he found that his right arm was still immobile.

Gongsun Changqin was pushed by her, but he was also stunned, and raised his eyes to look at her, "Awake?" ”

He smiled casually, straightened up and said with a straight face: "You have been calling 'Master' just now, do you need a letter from the deity to give Feng Duan Song to let him come and see you?" He hasn't seen him for a long time, and he must be relieved that you're here. ”

Xiu Ling looked around and hurriedly said, "Don't! But don't let the master know! If the master knew about it, he would definitely be worried, and in addition, he would not be able to alarm the senior brother and Xiaoxue...... Maybe I'll have to provoke a few other living treasures to be scared......"

"Are you talking about those rags that the wind has picked up?" Gongsun Changqin smiled, "Then what do you want?" ”

"Not only can you not tell it, but you also have to do a trick to hide from the world." The spiritual cultivator was about to say more, but suddenly stopped again. She glanced at Gongsun Changqin attentively, but saw that he was becoming more and more haggard and pale, and he had not even changed his clothes, as if he was forcing a smile.

The sky outside the window was bright and dark for a while, and there were floating clouds covering the sun, and then reflected in the house, flickering and disappearing, just like the vague thoughts of the two of them inadvertently looking at each other at this time. Suddenly, only the two of them were left breathing slightly rapidly in the air, and there was no more noise.

After a while, Gongsun Changqin coughed dryly twice, and said: "Qianqian was saved by the crow brother you recognize, but she can't come back for the time being, the deity has sent her to another place to settle, and then call her back when the situation is stable." You don't have to ask where she is, just recuperate. ”

Xiu Ling pondered for a moment, thinking that it was because of the crow feather she had given him, and after hearing that he had already said so, he knew that there was no result in asking again, but he just nodded.

"It's just that this time, you used a lot of fire dew to the deity, I don't know how to repay it?" Gongsun Changqin said with a smile.

Cultivating the spirit did not know the stakes, but when the fire dew was only a precious medicinal material, he lowered his eyes and said, "How can Xia Zun repay it?" ”

Gongsun Changqin thought for a while and said: "You still need to recuperate these days, don't touch the qin to urge Lingyuan, the deity sees that your craftsmanship is not bad, it is better to make a copy for the deity...... Thank you, okay? ”

Xiu Ling thought about it and took the opportunity to say, "It's simple, but can Xia Zun promise me anything more?" I can't touch the piano these days, and if the master knows it, he will be suspicious, so it's better to ...... Lao Xia Zun played "Lingxi Yin" for me for an hour every day, so it was easy to hide from him. ”

Hearing this, the smile on Gongsun Changqin's face that had just been warmed suddenly melted, and he coughed several times in a row.

"Lingxi Yin" is a song of the same heart, and she is so calmly entrusted.

Heh, he couldn't help sneering: "If you insist on asking the deity to do this, it's okay to promise you, but if you have one more request, the deity will have to add one more request." ”

"Thank you...... said, stood up, looked back at her for a long time, and decided: "How about making a hairpin?" The deity gives you a step to shake, and you give back a hairpin, which is a good match. I don't know why I sneered and walked away.

Step Shake!

Only then did Xiu Ling remember that Luoxia Bu Shao had already been buried in quicksand by her in a fit of anger, no wonder his face just now seemed to be eating people, didn't he know it again?

Thinking about it, he couldn't care about his illness, so he struggled out of bed and walked out of the door.