The next day, the sky was far blue, Lian Zhou sent Xiaole to bring the medicine and porridge to Meng Hui's room, and she followed in, she watched Meng Hui eat the medicine and porridge, and said to Meng Hui: "You have to send someone to find the desert lotus quickly, otherwise, your brother who is riddled with poison will have to suffer." Even if you are a kind person, you don't have no feelings for your siblings. ”

Lian Zhou smiled lightly, but it was a hard, unreserved tone.

Actually, I just want him to regret it, I don't have a bad intention, I want him to never forget it.

Therefore, after a moment of gentleness, it is a complete passerby attitude. Break each other, not entangle.

Meng Hui clenched his hand into a virtual fist and put it to his mouth, coughed, and then said: "I said that the people and horses are not under my control, and I can't send someone to find them." ”

Lian Zhou frowned.

Meng replied: "My father has always loved me, and this time he didn't give me manpower because I came to see you and was angry for a while, if I enter the Xichuan Desert alone, he will definitely send someone to protect me, and at that time, I can send someone to find the desert lotus you want." ”

Lian Zhou looked at his emaciated face, and suddenly the past came to her heart, and after a few seconds she said, "Then, you can go now." ”

Meng Hui suddenly looked at him without blinking, there seemed to be no extra emotion in his eyes, but it seemed to be so deep that it was difficult to distinguish.

The wind shook the window, and he said, "I'm seriously ill, you should know." ”

"So?"

"So the long journey is not good for my health." He didn't frown, his eyes were calm, like a mirror, and her thin smile came into mind.

Lian Zhou shrugged: "That's not right, if you are very sick, your father will send someone over immediately." ”

Meng Hui suddenly chuckled.

Is she deliberately hurting him, or is it for Zhong Liyu, who can't care about life and death?

The wind blew, the wind and sand swept away, and he suddenly coughed heavily.

At the end, his voice was a little bitter: "You go with me." ”

Lian Zhou raised his eyebrows: "It seems that I have no reason to take care of you anymore." ”

Meng Hui stood up, slammed the door, closed the door and walked out.

He has always been a person who is moody and invisible, and this time, he is really angry.

At noon, Lian Zhou took some silver taels to Xiaole and sent her away.

And after about an hour or two, Xiaole turned back again.

"Miss, it's not good, that master fainted at the city gate."

Lianzhou pondered for a moment, asked the place, and walked out.

Xiaole has a good friend in the city, named Ah Chun, his home is reluctant to leave the city gate, Xiao Le wants to go to Ah Chun after leaving the boat, and suddenly glimpses Meng Hui fainting on the ground, so he asks Ah Chun to help Meng Hui to his house. Seeing Meng Hui's handsome face, he looked at Xiaole's anxious face and was depressed for a while.

When Lian Zhou arrived, Meng Hui was lying on the bed, his eyes closed.

His high fever had not yet subsided, and his skin was flushed with an unnatural flush.

After a while, he woke up coughing.

Xiaole sent a bowl of porridge, and Meng Hui stretched out his hand and knocked the bowl to the ground.

He rolled out of bed, pushed the door open, and headed outside.

Xiaole caught up: "Master, are you leaving?" ”

Meng Hui still didn't look back.

Xiaole shouted from behind: "Master, you haven't recovered yet, what are you going to do?" ”

Meng Hui suddenly stopped, the flat ground suddenly blew up the sand, he stood in the vast yellow sand, his white clothes were outstanding, and his clothes were flying fiercely like wings.

He turned his head, and the side of his face was not like a mortal: "Don't worry, I can't die yet." ”

Lian Zhou looked at his tall and thin back, and a strange feeling suddenly surged through his heart.

Yes, regret it?

She shouldn't have pushed him like that. Rao is that he has failed her and hurt her, but there was also a good past between them, and in the back, he laughingly thought that she was pregnant with Zhong Liyu's child, and he said the same, beat the child and start over.

It was rare for someone as proud as him to say such things that could endure her stain.

Even if you can't be a lover for various reasons, you don't have to go to the point of this-for-tat.

Thinking of this, Lian Zhou chased after him.

She tightly pulled Meng Hui's sleeve: "Hey, you can recover first." ”

Meng looked back at her, then moved his gaze to her hand on his sleeve, which he put over his, and then, finger by finger, finger at finger break.

"I can't die yet," he said. ”

Then, step by step, step by step.

Lian Zhou ran to him and bowed his head slightly: "Okay, it's my fault, let's go back to the inn with me first." ”

Meng Hui was slightly stunned, and then said: "Zhong Liming has sent a large number of people into the Xichuan Desert, if he finds the Desert Lotus, Zhong Liyu's life will be ruined, and if I don't hurry up now, he may not live long." ”

Lian Zhou raised his head to look at him, and he continued: "Isn't his life more important than anyone else? ”

He smiled, but the look in his eyes was like water flowing into a mountain stream, extremely light.

Another important reason why Lian Zhou went to the desert with Meng Hui was that she hoped to find Sikong Shu.

I always feel that a mysterious person like Sikong Shu must know something, and this person has a good relationship with Song Zheng.

Xu is God's mercy, this kind of thing with a very small probability really let her touch.

When trekking to Jishan, a man sat by the stream, saw Lian Zhou and Meng Hui walking together, and smiled at them.

It is reminiscent of the bright moon shining among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream.

A white dove landed on the man's shoulder, and he reached out and gently grabbed the bird's wings, and with the other hand took a little water and sprinkled it on the bird's paws to wash away a small stain on it. He broke free of his hand and let go of the bird, which seemed to be familiar with him, and circled around him for a while before flying into the deep woods.

Half of Yuji Mountain is located in Nayang, and half is in Xichuan, although the vegetation on the mountain is not as dense as that of Shangsheng, but as far as Xichuan itself is concerned, it is already a very beautiful place.

The man looked at Meng Hui and Lianzhou, who were a little dusty, pointed to the stream, and bent his eyebrows: "Come and wash, the spring water here is very clear." ”

His voice was extremely gentle, watery and mellow, with a faint warmth.

Meng Hui walked over, condescendingly, and smiled at Wen Guan, the man sitting on the rock, "Mr. Sikong, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you lately?" ”

Meng Huizi had seen Sikong Shu, a talented man who had traveled to Yudu, and he had the privilege of meeting and talking.

Sikong Shu stood up, and his voice was as soft as the moonlight: "Look at me now, do you look like someone who is having a bad time?" ”

His smile was as bright as the wind and snow, and his eyes were full of smiles, which was from the bottom of his heart, without the slightest pretentiousness.

He stood up, crossed Meng Hui, and walked towards Lianzhou.

Lian Zhou couldn't help but be stunned when he saw him coming.

Sikong Shu wore a pale cyan robe, which was extremely light and slightly old, like an orchid bamboo washed by the fresh rain in the empty mountains.