Xiao Pixiu's evaluation of Murong Jianyu is that this person's understanding of kendo is something I have only seen in my life.

However, no matter what Ye Nanshan thought, he didn't think that Murong Jianyu's image could be worthy of this kind of evaluation, although he admired Murong Jianyu now, but it was definitely not because Murong Jianyu's kendo understood this aspect.

After thinking about it, Ye Nanshan asked Xiao Pixiu: "How many have you seen who can use a sword?"

Little Pixiu also thought about it, and then proudly stretched out a paw.

"Five?"

Little Pixiu shook her head.

Ye Nanshan thought for a moment and said, "Fifty?"

Little Pixiu still shook his head.

"Say it yourself! "Ye Nanshan didn't guess.

Little Pixiu cut a glance: "Are you blind or is the math teacher the coffin board can't be pressed anymore?"

Ye Nanshan was stunned for a moment, and then took a closer look, okay, it turned out that Pixiu only had four claws.

"Four?"

Pixiu nodded, then reassured his paws.

Ye Nanshan didn't know what to say, he had seen four people who could use swords, so he commented that Murong Jianyu's understanding of kendo was the only one he had seen in his life, yes, Murong Jianyu won the first place in the four-person competition, which is gratifying, Ye Nanshan said that he was proud and proud of his master!

......

Tonight, Nanshan rarely saw Wutong in the yard as soon as he got home.

She sat in the courtyard, half of her body lazily lying on the stone table, her eyes closed as if she was resting, and the golden afterglow sprinkled on her body, reflecting her beautifully.

Anyway, Ye Nanshan thought it was beautiful, so much so that when he pushed open the courtyard door, he was stunned and kept looking at Wutong stupidly.

Wutong seemed to be surprised that Ye Nanshan was back, suddenly opened his eyes, and then slowly propped himself up slightly, glanced at Ye Nanshan, and then fell back on his stomach.

"What's wrong, are you feeling unwell?" Ye Nanshan felt that something was wrong with Wutong's state, and he seemed to be a little haggard.

"It's fine. Sycamore answered, then got up and walked into the house.

Ye Nanshan hurriedly said: "If you are not feeling well, go to the doctor, don't hold on, this is not a joke." ”

Wutong glanced back at Ye Nanshan and said, "Don't worry about it. So saying, he turned and walked into the house again, took two steps, stopped again, and said, "I won't eat at night, so you don't need to call me." ”

Ye Nanshan frowned, not because of Wutong's attitude, Wutong's cold attitude towards him, Ye Nanshan has adapted to it, compared to being lukewarm now, at least it is much better than the red eyes when they met like enemies at the beginning.

Ye Nanshan is because he really feels that Wutong is not in the right state, he can't see much when he is lying on his stomach just now, he only feels that she is a little haggard, when Wutong walks into the house at this time, Ye Nanshan sees it more realistically, his steps are vain, and he even stumbles, looking very weak.

In the evening, Ye Nanshan still made Wutong's meal, but when he went to call Wutong to eat, he didn't hear Wutong's response.

Ye Nanshan finished eating by himself, and went to shout again, but Wutong still didn't respond.

"Nothing will happen, right?" Ye Nanshan muttered, thinking that Wutong looked weak before.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Nanshan was ready to risk his life to push the door and go in to have a look.

At this moment, the sycamore in the house finally spoke, "I don't eat, don't shout." ”

"Are you alright?" Ye Nanshan asked, standing outside the door.

"It's fine. Sycamore answered.

"Oh. Ye Nanshan thought for a while and said, "I will warm the food in the pot, and you will eat it yourself when you are hungry." ”

"Good. Wutong answered, and then fell silent.

In the house, after Ye Nanshan left, Wutong, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, frowned, suddenly snorted, and then fell straight down and fainted on the bed.

At night, Nanshan came out of the house several times back and forth, and there was nothing wrong, but I didn't know why I couldn't stay in the house tonight, so I came out for a few minutes each time, and then took a look at the main house, and then went to the kitchen to uncover the pot to see if the food was still there.

"Why hasn't it come out all this time?" Ye Nanshan muttered, thought about it, and knocked on the door of Wutong's house.

"Sycamore, have you slept?"

For a long time, no one responded.

After shouting a few more words, no one in the house answered, Ye Nanshan no longer hesitated, and directly pushed open the door of Wutong.

One of the good things about this world is that there is not much need to light up at night, and although there are five moons in the sky, although the night does not shine as much as day, every day is like the full moon on the earth, and you can see it really at night.

As soon as he entered the house, Ye Nanshan looked around, the furnishings in the house were the same as in his house, they were all very simple, Ye Nanshan didn't pay attention to these, because he had already seen Wutong faint in bed.

Walking over quickly, Ye Nanshan shook her, "Sycamore, Sycamore, wake up." ”

Wutong didn't react, Ye Nanshan reached out and probed her forehead, it was hot and hot.

Ye Nanshan's first reaction was, ah, does Genshi also have a fever?

......

Early the next morning.

Wutong woke up slowly, his head was still a little drowsy, he reached out and took off the towel on his head, and then felt that something was wrong, and looked to the side, his expression was suddenly a little frightened.

Ye Nanshan sat on the stool next to the Wutong bed, and slept with his head resting on the bed curtain.

Ye Nanshan seemed to be aware of it, and also woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that Wutong had woken up, and suddenly showed a happy look, but because he had slept on the bed curtain for so long, his body was a little numb, and he suddenly stood up, his center of gravity was a little unstable, and he fell off the stool.

Hurriedly got up, Ye Nanshan leaned to the side of the bed, and looked at Wutong with concern, "Wake up, do you feel better?" Ouch, you scared me to death last night." ”

Wutong didn't speak, and looked at Ye Nanshan with some surprise.

"The high fever is gone, it should be. As he spoke, Ye Nanshan stretched out his hand to probe Wutong's forehead, and Wutong subconsciously shrank back slightly, but he didn't dodge Ye Nanshan's hand.

"It's still a little hot, but it's much better. Ye Nanshan said, "You wait, I'll go and change the towel for you again, and I'll decoct the side medicine for you in a while, and you should be fine if you drink it." ”

Wutong still didn't speak, and kept looking at Ye Nanshan stupidly, as if he hadn't recovered from the surprise of seeing Ye Nanshan from his bedside when he opened his eyes early in the morning.

Ye Nanshan took the towel in Wutong's hand, moistened it neatly in the basin of water beside him, then wrung it out, and reapplied it to Wutong's forehead.

Ye Nanshan changed the towel for Wutong, covered her with a quilt, and then said, "You rest for a while, I'll go and decoct the medicine for you, and then get you something to eat." ”

As he spoke, Ye Nanshan smiled at Wutong, and then turned around and went out.

As soon as Ye Nanshan went out, Wutong breathed a sigh of relief, and his body and nerves, which had been tense just now, also relaxed.

To be honest, Wutong was very nervous just now, and I don't know why, maybe she didn't react and didn't adapt to this situation, or it could be that she couldn't lift up any strength now, and she almost had no power to resist, Ye Nanshan was by her side, and she felt very threatened.