Chapter 42: The Past Is Like Smoke
In the dark night, a black shadow jumped out of the forest and went straight to the inn over the wall.
Knocking on the door, Ye Jing saw Xiao Jiu's surprised look, and he didn't care about explaining and ordered, "Hurry up and ask Xiao Er to boil a bucket of hot water." ”
"Good. At this time, Xiao Jiu was very interested, and he went to prepare without asking.
Holding Sang Qianxue, who had fainted in her arms, Ye Jing frowned and walked to the bed, put her down carefully, and only after some massage did her cold body warm up. Sang Qianxue's dizziness frightened him, he originally thought that she was just prostration, but who knew that her body was getting colder and colder along the way, her pulse was uneven and her breathing was weak, as if she was seriously ill, which made people worry.
Xiao Jiu and Xiao Er had already put the hot water away, Ye Jing hugged Sang Qianxue around the screen and put her in the bucket, Xiao Jiu saw clearly what kind of person his master had brought back.
"Gong, Gongzi...... Who is this girl?" was almost plotted, and Childe chased him out and hugged back such a girl! That's it, but Childe looked anxious, he didn't see him so concerned when he was injured last year, and those beautiful women in the past didn't see him care so much, this is really hell!
"Don't ask, go get the pills your dad gave. "Don't look at him, Ye Jing is all about Sang Qianxue, who is still unconscious.
"That's the old man......"
"Don't talk nonsense, go quickly!" glaring at him sideways, Ye Jing said coldly.
Flat-mouthed glance at him, Xiao Jiu reluctantly took out the medicine that the master regarded as a treasure and handed it to him, "The master has ordered, this medicine must be ......"
"I know, you go out!" Interrupting him coldly, Ye Jing carefully fed the pill to Sang Qianxue, then turned to look at poor Xiao Jiu, and said in a low voice, "Don't come and disturb me without my orders, go and rest." ”
"Yes. The young master has always been very strict when he has something to do, and he didn't dare to ask anything more, so he immediately turned around and walked out of the room.
Sitting cross-legged in the bucket, Sang Qianxue was wrapped in warm mist, and gradually became conscious, but her eyelids were too heavy to lift, so she had to rest with her back against the bucket. Soon she felt a thick palm on her vest and acupoint, pulling the surging breath in her body with a stream of hot air, so that she could finally breathe, and the uncomfortable feeling of suffocation just now gradually dissipated.
After a long time of tea, Ye Jing also withdrew his hand and put Sang Qianxue on his shoulder, and asked softly, "Are you better?"
With her eyes closed, Sang Qianxue nodded lightly, and she couldn't even say thank you, she only felt that she was picked up by Ye Jing, as if she was on the bed, and then heard him say extremely gently, "Have a good rest, I will stay outside." ”
Listening to the gentle watery voice, she seemed to see the most familiar face again, her red lips unconsciously raised, and her smile was extremely shallow but intoxicating. After moving her eyelids, she didn't think much about it, tilted her head and fell asleep.
This night was the most restful sleep she had in two years.
The gentle and seductive voice has always echoed in her ears, as if it brought her to her childhood. Once upon a time, there was always someone who would show up at her bedside every night, whispering and gentle to take care of her, and would not leave until she was asleep.
Such a beautiful night, such a warm picture, she has never forgotten jì.
Now that time is still the same, the past is like smoke, and I don't know if that person will appear in front of her bed!
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