After Zhu Luan finished speaking, there was silence in the room.

"You've got to sit up first." Song Huaizhu glanced at Zhu Luan, "Lie down and drink, I'm afraid you'll vomit later." ”

Zhu Luan lay on the couch and looked at him innocently, "Do you see me sitting up?" ”

Song Huaizhu turned his head to look at Princess Jinyang who stayed in the house, "Then help her up." ”

Song Gongzi did not have the consciousness of calling the princess of a country at all, Princess Jinyang was stunned by what she said, her eyebrows raised and looked at him, and she wanted to say that you have the ability to come by yourself, but looking at the man's almost restrained posture, he shook his head, endured his inner dissatisfaction, and sat down on the edge of the couch.

Zhu Luan let her gently help her up, she had tried it before, Zhu Luan's body was so soft that she couldn't sit still at all.

Princess Jinyang tried several times, but she had to encircle this person in her arms so that she would not slide down.

Beads of sweat oozed from the corners of Princess Jinyang's forehead, where had she ever done such a thing, she really should have let that person come by herself.

Monk Xuezhai handed the clay pot to Song Huaizhu's arms, and retreated to the rear before he could react.

Song Huaizhu was stunned, looked at the clay pot in his hand, and glanced back at Monk Xuezhai.

Monk Xuezhai clasped his hands together and smiled indifferently, "Senior brother, please my thing has been done, there is still a morning class in the temple," he glanced at Princess Jinyang and Zhu Luan, "The two donors, the little monk said goodbye." ”

After saying that, the robe fluttered, and the young monk turned around and left, leaving Song Huaizhu standing alone.

"Wait a minute, if she drinks it......" Song Huaizhu said in the back.

"Senior brother, I'm not a master," Monk Xuezhai said without replying as he walked out, "If something really happens, I can only resign myself to fate," after speaking, he walked to the door and bowed with his hands together again, "Amitabha." ”

The air was quiet again.

Song Huaizhu watched Monk Xuezhai leave, turned around and glanced at the clay pot in his hand with a complicated expression.

Xue Zhai left, and Princess Jinyang hugged Zhu Luan and looked at him without saying a word.

He was the only one left in the room who could feed the medicine.

The smell of medicine emanating from the medicine jar was getting stronger, and he had chosen the less damaging medicine based on what he knew about her body, but now her physical condition seemed to be worse than he had expected.

Song Huaizhu looked at Zhu Luan and said, "You can choose again." ”

"Come here," Zhu Luan smiled at Song Huaizhu after watching the wordless confrontation between the two senior brothers, "These medicines are quite expensive, how can you not drink them." ”

"I'm not talking about this question," Song Huaizhu's eyes were darker.

"You already knew how I would choose, otherwise how could I have prepared in advance." Zhu Luan smiled, "Now I owe you a favor again." ”

Zhu Luan looked at him and said, "It won't hurt more than reshaping the meridians," the girl's eyes were too black and white, both clear and aggressive.

At this time, you can still laugh so heartlessly.

Princess Jinyang in the back shook her head speechlessly, Song Huaizhu stepped forward silently, picked up the medicine jar in his hand, and brought the jar to Zhu Luan's lips.

"You can't use a spoon," Song Huaizhu seemed to explain, "drink it in one gulp." ”

It was the first time that a young grandmaster had said so many words. Zhu Luan couldn't help but laugh a little.

This is indeed something that cannot be drunk with a spoon.

Zhu Luan held the edge of the jar and opened his mouth, Song Huaizhu cooperated to lift the bottom of the jar, and the first bite of Princess Jinyang turned her head.

Zhu Luan swallowed heavily, the brown medicinal juice overflowed from the corners of his mouth and flowed down his white neck, Song Huaizhu looked at it expressionlessly, without slowing down, until a jar of medicinal juice bottomed out.

Princess Jinyang, who was holding Zhu Luan, did not turn her head, and her shoulders twitched slightly,

The man gently lowered the empty jar on the ground, his face was too calm and looked a little cold.

In the silence, Song Huaizhu looked left and right, looked at his palm, and finally raised his hand lightly and wiped it on the girl's neck with his sleeve.

The white clothes were dyed with brown medicinal juice, and they looked conspicuous and funny.

Zhu Luan couldn't help but choke on the remaining medicinal juice in his mouth.

The man who had not changed his expression all this time turned his head away.

"Thank you." Zhu Luan said.

"No thanks." Song Huaizhu said lightly, and then immediately took three steps back.

After taking three shallow breaths, Zhu Luan's originally smiling face changed.

"You can put her down," Song Huaizhu said to Princess Jinyang, and the man paused, "Lie down, she will feel better." ”

Princess Jinyang followed his instructions without saying a word, and Zhu Luan was put down on the bed again.

The room was so quiet that there was not even a sound of gasps or moans.

Zhu Luan's lower lip was almost bleeding, and the thin blood vessels on the back of his hand slowly floated.

Beads of sweat slowly ran down her graceful cheeks.

Outside, there was already a lot of light, and birds were chirping.

The sun is shining.

Great time.

If you don't look at her, no one will know what kind of pain this girl is going through in this room.

Even if you look at her, it's not easy to notice.

Because she's so quiet.

Princess Jinyang ignored the equally quiet man in the room, and sat back on the ground by herself, leaning on the beauty couch and staring ahead, out of sight.

Song Huaizhu observed the reaction of the person on the bed, because it was too quiet, he couldn't look away.

The man was silent for a moment, then said lightly, "I wish you could tell me about the pain." ”

A cold and immaculate voice flowed through the room, "If it hurts, just say it." ”

Zhu Luan, who was lying on the bed, looked over slowly, and suddenly spoke, "Song Huaizhu, are you cold?" ”

"I'm not cold." As if a conditioned reflex, Song Huaizhu didn't want to answer immediately.

After speaking, the man was stunned.

"Look," said the girl on the bed, her eyebrows and eyes crooked, and her gaze was so bright that it seemed that the moonlight was shining down, and she could see the bottom of people's hearts.

"You're not cold, so I don't hurt either." Zhu Luan looked at Song Huaizhu and said.

At this time, she still laughs so delicately, with a graceful manner, and her sweaty skin is lined with a girl's expression and words, which makes people have a cunning illusion.

Song Huaizhu, who was caught in the handle on that snowy night, had nothing to say and frowned.

The two of them looked away at the same time.

After another quarter of an hour, when Princess Jinyang, who was leaning on the beauty couch, felt that she was about to fall asleep, she was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

"Jinyang, are there any clothes I can wear?"

The voice was so close that it sounded in my ears. Princess Jinyang turned her head and almost hit the man's face.

The man's figure flashed back. The girl in front of her was soaked as if she had been washed with water, and she sat on the beauty couch as if she had just woken up, her sweaty hair sticking to her cheeks.

Zhu Luan sat up, pulling on the clothes that were soaked in cold sweat, looked at her and said again with a smile, "I want to change my clothes." ”

Princess Jinyang looked at her like a ghost.