"Since the master doesn't leave, Jimo won't leave either." Yin Le said, "He's not here at this time, I'm afraid there is something else." ”

Yin Le smelled bitter herbs, but it was very different from the last time she smelled it. The smell of medicine is extremely light, if Yin Le is not focused on his spirit, he will not notice it at all, obviously he deliberately covered it up.

Instant ink decoction has been changed? What does this mean? Master's illness worsens? Or is there a new disease that has healed from an old disease? Yin Le tilted his head and looked at the bright lights on the second floor.

After a while, Jimo poked his head out, leaned down, and just met Yin Le's eyes.

"Le Niangzi stopped practicing?" He said angrily, shrinking as far as he could. But as soon as he appeared, the smell of herbs became stronger.

Yin Le walked downstairs slowly and looked up at Jimo. She reached out and climbed onto the wooden pillar, and her figure suddenly turned. The girl's body stepped straight up, and she reached out again, hooked the eaves, and used the eaves as a pedal to turn up, and in a moment she propped herself up on the window on the second floor.

"I smell it." Yin Le's afterglow caught a glimpse of a wanton white shadow and covered Jimo's mouth. She pressed her ear close to Jimo and whispered, "What are you trying to hide from me?" ”

Jimo was a spirit, and subconsciously took a step back. Who knew that Yin Le found the right space, let go of his hands and fell down, and landed smoothly on the ground after buffering with strength.

Jimo was so frightened that he couldn't do it, stroking his chest and panting. Song Yu didn't panic when he heard the movement outside the window, and waited until Jimo's breath stabilized before he asked, "What did she say?" ”

She said. Jimo took a deep breath and suppressed his frantically beating heart, "She said that sir, you really believe in your word, and she wants me to thank you well." ”

Although he listened to his husband's instructions and specially added a lot of aromatherapy to cover the medicinal smell in the house, did Le Niangzi still find out? Jimo's gaze was nailed to the empty bowl on the table, and he moved to Song Yu in a complicated way, and then moved away again.

Song Yu held a thin wooden scroll spread out in his hand, and since he lost his sight, the way the King of Qin transmitted his message gradually shifted to carving words on wooden boards. At the beginning, Song Yu still needed to read the ink, and after that, he could judge the meaning of the words by himself.

Jimo picked up the medicine bowl and put it in the tray. He glanced at Song Yu deeply, and bent down lowly: "Sir, I'll retire first." ”

"Hmm." Song Yu replied, "I haven't walked around for a day, and it's hard for you." ”

Jimo smiled bitterly and left with the tray. For a moment, he even wanted Yin Le to wait at the door, stopping her and asking her what kind of medicine her husband was drinking. As a result, when he walked out of the door, Yin Le had already disappeared.

……

"I don't see the three things in the hall, I don't violate it, and the master can't find fault with me." Yin Le sat down in his room, rubbing his calves, which were sore from the long exercise.

Lan Cui stood aside, the expression on his face colorful. Under her nose, Yin Le jumped to the window on the second floor like a monkey, and jumped down after not knowing what to say. A series of actions flowed smoothly, but it scared Lan Cui enough.

"Lady, what did you say to Jimo?" Lan Cui bent down, looking like he wanted to inquire about the news.

"I asked him what had happened to his master." Yin Le stretched out his hand and tapped the tip of Lan Cui's nose, and replied slowly, "I care about the master, but if the master doesn't want to say it, there is nothing I can do." ”

Late at night, the moon hangs high in the sky.

Jimo stood at the gate of the courtyard, repeatedly telling himself that he was not crazy and that he was measured, and then stepped into Yin Le's courtyard.

Yin Le was awakened by a knock on the door, and reacted quickly to touch the knife next to him. Lan Cui lit an oil lamp, opened the door, and saw a little boy standing outside the door with a lantern.

"Jimo?" Yin Le's voice was full of surprise, "Master, is there anything wrong with being so late?" ”

Jimo stood outside the door, his eyes kept glancing out, and after a long time, he said, "It's not Mr.'s order, I came here secretly." ”

He raised his head and looked tentatively at Yin Le, who was in his cloak and rising: "About Mr. ”

Yin Le put on a cloak and simply pulled up his long hair that was scattered. Hearing Jimo's words, he didn't say anything superfluous, but just asked painlessly: "You do this, does the master know?" ”

"I don't know, sir." Jimo said, "I just think this matter should be told to you." ”

"Why?" Yin Le invited Jimo into the house. Jimo was flushed with coldness, and as soon as he entered the warm room, he couldn't help but open his fingers.

"Why?" He repeated the question, and couldn't help but have a trace of bitterness on his face, "I'm afraid there are too few people who can make Mr. care." ”

There are too few people who can get Mr. to leave the Toriyi Hall. Even if Song Yu didn't say it, Jimo knew what happened that day. The death of Qi Da's family is ten out of ten ** from the hands of Mr.

Jimo looked at Yin Le carefully, and felt that although Le Niangzi was admirable, there was no need to be born and die for her. He couldn't understand which of the tendons Mr. had made a mistake, and he could even cut off a piece of his life for Yin Le.

Yin Le lowered his gaze, care? Does the Master care about very few people? She just met King Qin by chance, how could she arouse the master's concern?

"Tell me?" She sat opposite Jimo, holding a cup of piping hot tea, "Do you want to talk about Master's illness?" Or two very different decoctions? Or is it the relationship between the master and the Yan family? ”

"Isn't it, the Yan family poisoned the master?" Yin Le narrowed his eyes and observed Jimo's demeanor.

"Le Niangzi, you think too much." Jimo was first shocked by Yin Le's train of thought, and then denied it. After speaking, he also glared at Yin Le, "Lady Le, be cautious." ”

Yin Le obediently shut up, intending to listen carefully to what Jimo said.

"Sir is indeed drinking medicine." Jimo carefully considered the wording, "Mr. has been in poor health, and he has been depressed after losing his sight, so he has been taking medicine. ”

Yin Le nodded, and watched Jimo jump out word by word with a difficult face: "Since you have noticed, it is nothing to tell you this." If you find anything in the future, don't say it in front of the Master. ”

"You said the master was sick?" Yin Le didn't make a promise, but asked rhetorically on the spot, "Why can't I see it?" ”

"You don't believe me?" Jimo, who was refuted, had a red neck and stood up on the spot with his hands on the table. And Yin Le took a sip of the uncooled tea, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Don't get excited, I naturally believe what Jimo said." But I always feel that you have something in your words. ”

Jimo sat back in his position nervously, Yin Le held his head and thought for a moment, and drank the tea cow in the cup: "I heard that the tea leaves in Hangzhou are more tender, next time I let people dry them and send them to the master, the master's mood will be good?" ”

Jimo lowered his head, and said in his heart whether Le Niangzi is really stupid or fake stupid, this point is not right. But the words had arrived, and without delay, he immediately stood up and said, "In that case, I will take my leave." ”