At dusk, the figure of the sun has been completely obscured by the mountains, only the red glow remains, the blue sky is blurred into a freehand painting, and a round of the moon in the distance has just risen, not yet able to compete with the remnant sun.

In the scattered villages, bursts of cooking smoke rise, and people who go to the fields to work in the fields, taking advantage of the afterglow of the sunset, gossip and gossip, and walk home unhurriedly. It is in response to Tao Yuanming's poem "Morningside is desolate, and he returns with the moon and lotus hoe".

When she woke up again, it was already dark, and Luo Ying saw the beam and realized that this was in Wei Jing's home. Feeling the strangeness in some places on her body, knowing that the wound had been medicated, and seeing that the clothes on her body had also been changed, I couldn't help but make up for the scene where Wei Jing was at a loss for her dirty and torn clothes, struggling, and finally changed her clothes with a red face, and couldn't help laughing.

Luo Ying sat at the head of the bed and looked left and right, and she couldn't see the furnishings in the room clearly in her dim vision, so she had to give up.

Take this opportunity to chat with the little ring spirit, 'Ring spirit, can the wounded spirit spring on my body be cured?' ’

'Of course you can, but you can only use it once a month, are you sure you can use the precious spiritual spring for this minor injury?' The little ring spirit asked with hatred that iron does not become steel.

"Use it, what can happen in the small village" Luo Ying ignored the speechlessness of the little ring spirit, and continued, "If something happens, Wei Jing will be able to heal people, and besides, your spiritual spring will be able to heal people." ’

A tone that's all there is to it, it simply blew up the little ring spirit, 'Of course it's more than that!' It does a lot of things, you'll know later! After finishing speaking, he no longer paid attention to this ignorant human being, and sulked himself, and even Luo Ying asked him for a spiritual spring. Luo Ying sighed helplessly.

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Wei Jing held an oil lamp in one hand and a bowl of medicine in the other, stepped into the door, and he saw the little girl leaning on the head of the bed with her eyes closed, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and subconsciously lightened her steps, so as not to disturb her good mood.

Hanging up the oil lamp, Wei Jing was about to speak out with the medicine bowl in his hand, when he saw Luo Ying looking at him, he subconsciously looked away, and said in a stiff tone, "Drink the medicine", and handed the medicine to Luo Ying after speaking.

Luo Ying didn't say anything to ask him to feed, because such a bitter Chinese medicine was really drunk one bite at a time, and it would be a sin. So in order not to suffer, Luo Ying took the medicine bowl, looked at the bowl of black liquid, secretly took a breath, and drank the medicine directly. This face, which has always been very indifferent, finally couldn't be maintained, and couldn't help but wrinkle into a ball, "so bitter".

Ah, I forgot to say that Luo Ying is afraid of hardship, so Lingquan is a good thing.

Wei Jing looked at the crumpled little face, secretly amused, but at the same time, he quickly took a bowl of water, and Luo Ying drank two bowls of water to almost relieve the bitterness in his mouth. Luo Ying decided that she must get her hands on Lingquan as soon as possible, and the Chinese medicine was really unbearable.

"The injuries on your body have been bandaged, and the doctor said that you should change the medicine every three days, and the foot injury is relatively serious, and you will need to recuperate for a month. You rest for a while, I'll cook" Admiring the bitter gourd face, Wei Jing walked out of the room briskly with the bowl. I have to say that there is a sullen slut living in the heart of every facial paralysis.

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Luo Ying looked at the porridge in his hand, a trace of mushy taste penetrated into his nose, and he couldn't help but look up at Wei Jing, the faint candlelight exuded a warm atmosphere, softening his cold and hard face a little.

"Ahem," Wei Jing shifted his gaze uncomfortably, and a trace of embarrassment flashed on his face: "I'm not very good at cooking porridge, you...... You will eat a little bit, and you will not go hungry. ”

Luo Ying looked at the dodging gaze, her eyes were more interesting, it turned out that she still had an expression, she laughed sullenly in her heart, and didn't speak, just stared at Wei Jing straight away, wanting to see if there were other expressions.

Seeing that he seemed to be annoyed and angry, Luo Ying knew that he would go too far, so he retracted his gaze, picked up the bowl, drank the warm porridge in a few bites, and licked his lips unsatisfied, although it was a little mushy, but for hungry people, it was negligible.

Wei Jing's hand behind his back clenched and loosened, and his eyes were even more annoyed by this scorching gaze, and he was about to open his mouth to ask her not to eat it, when he saw the little girl gobbling up the porridge.

The little girl must have been hungry, and Wei Jing couldn't help but regret a little in his heart, when he went to town in the morning, he didn't buy some pastries and came back. Because he doesn't eat sweets, he has never prepared these at home, and now he can only let his little girl drink porridge to fill his stomach, which really shouldn't be. Wei Jing didn't realize it at this time, he already regarded Luo Ying as his family, cough, let's not remind him.