The day before, Rong Sui left a sentence, today's morning, he came to pick her up in person.

Yun Chu didn't expect this body to be so weak, and it was not at all expected that he would be sick with a fever.

Speaking of frailty, Yun Chu called out of the system.

"Didn't you say that the buff on the card doesn't affect your own constitution?"

[That's right]

The system finally bubbled up once, and there was a little excitement.

Yun Chu's cold gaze swept over, but because of the bonus of 'I see pity', it will not make people feel cold, but will be even more delicate and helpless.

"How do you explain that?"

She pointed to her sickly body.

[Host, the original owner's physique is like this, it has nothing to do with cards]

Yun Chu: "......"

She had nothing to say.

The sound of the system was exceptionally cheerful, contrary to the low pressure at the beginning of the clouds.

[I think, the host buff is very good, how good it is for others to protect it]

Yun Chu: "......"

Manually shielding off the system, Yun Chu lay on the bed without strength.

After a while, the evening spirit walked in with a bowl of black and slimy medicinal juice and a disgraced face.

"Niangniang, Lord Rong is here, right at the door!"

Wan Ling's voice trembled, and when she mentioned the three words Lord Rong, she couldn't control her fear and tremble.

Yun Chu propped himself up, leaned against the bed rail, and hooked up the veil that blocked his vision.

"Oh."

She replied lightly, without showing any special emotion.

Emotions are very ordinary, just like facing trivial things as ordinary as eating and drinking.

Wan Ling was stunned for a moment and handed out the medicine bowl: "Niangniang, the medicine is boiled, you drink it while it's hot." ”

Yun Chu took the medicine bowl and stopped talking.

The black juice was still steaming, and the bitter taste poured into my nose.

Yun Chu frowned. Kanshu.com

Fingers grip the handle of the spoon and stir the liquid a few times.

On the other side, the evening spirit paced back and forth in front of Yun Chu, with a sad face.

Yun Chu was drinking the medicine with difficulty, and on the other side, Wan Ling said with a bitter face: "Niangniang, Lord Rong came with a sedan chair, I'm afraid I want to take you to the early dynasty." ”

"But......" Wan Ling walked back and forth, his brow furrowed even deeper, "you still have a fever, you should rest in the dormitory." ”

Yun Chu focused on drinking the medicine and did not speak, listening to the little girl muttering in her ear.

Wan Ling paced back and forth a few more times, and finally made up his mind, looked at Yun Chu for a few seconds, and then turned around and walked out.

Yun Chu held the spoon in his hand and raised his eyes to look at the back of the little girl leaving.

The light of the candle was dim, and the warm liquid warmed the stomach.

There was a bitterness in his mouth, Yun Chu only frowned at first, and now there was only calm left.

Outside Cining Palace, there are two sedan chairs parked.

One is pure gold and the other is black gilded.

Inside the black sedan chair, the man sits quietly, his eyelashes drooping slightly.

The slender fingers rested on the knees, and the eyes were as cold as a pool, hanging down lazily.

The people on the periphery are as quiet as chickens.

When the evening spirit came out, it saw such a scene.

Taking a deep breath, Wan Ling lowered her head, her voice still trembling uncontrollably: "Lord Rong, Niangniang has a fever, and she may not be able to go to the morning ...... today."

Speaking of the back, the voice of the evening spirit gradually became quieter.

The last shred of sound was swallowed up by silence.

It was eerily quiet.

The thin darkness of the night still covered the land, and the evening breeze blew on the face like a knife.

Wan Ling felt that his eyes were all painful.

Her legs were already trembling uncontrollably, and she bit her lip.

The one on the sedan chair, separated by a layer of curtains, is also cold.

The evening spirit lowered his head, trying his best to reduce his presence.

At this moment, a bony hand poked out of the black curtain.

Rong Sui lowered his eyes and got off the sedan chair, his gaze indifferent to the extreme.