The Frost Sword was worthy of being the sword of the previous Demon Venerable, and that sword pierced into it, almost killing Meng Qing and half of his life.

The bleak sound of the flute was distant and ethereal, like a spell to conjure spirits, and the wisps were endlessly entangled, finally waking up the sleeping man.

Meng Qinghe opened his eyes, the sky was not bright, and an oil lamp was lit on the low tablet at the head of the bed.

I don't know what fragrance was smoked on the thin quilt, and it smelled sweet and greasy, like some kind of sweet food she had eaten when she was a child.

In the dim light, Meng Qinghe looked at the light purple tassel hanging from the top of the hibiscus tent in a daze.

The evening breeze blows, and the tassels dance lightly.

At the end of the song, Meng Qinghe shouted in a hoarse voice: "I'm thirsty." ”

The white shadow flashed, and Ye Jibai pounced.

His face was slightly pale, and his eyes were bloodshot from the dark, staring at Meng Qinghe like a strange thing.

Meng Qinghe was stared at by him, "Look, what are you looking at?" ”

"Look fool."

"Huh?"

"Your symptoms are much more serious than not knowing how to run home on a rainy day."

Meng Qinghe was mostly dazed, how could she not understand what Ye Jibai was saying?

No matter what, Meng Qinghe propped up and wanted to get up to find water to drink, but was pressed back by Ye Jibai, "Don't be in a hurry to get up, lie down for a few more days." ”

"Thirsty."

Ye Jibai then remembered to pour water for her.

There was a teapot on the bedside table, and Meng Qinghe saw that Ye Jibai seemed to hesitate, so he hurriedly sat up again, and shouted, "It's cold, I'll just drink it." ”

Your throat is smoking, and you don't want to boil water.

Ye Jibai glanced at Meng Qinghe, poured a glass of cold water and handed it to her.

However, what Meng Qinghe drank into his mouth was not cold water, thinking that Ye Jibai had moved his hands and feet.

"Why do you call me a fool?" Meng Qinghe put down the teacup and decided to have a good fight with Ye Jibai.

Didn't he see what clues?

Then isn't her injury in vain?

Thinking of the stupid thing he did in Qinglu City last time, Meng Qinghe really doubted that his brain had been kicked by a donkey.

And was kicked twice.

Meng Qinghe touched her lower abdomen, there was a thumb-length wound where she was stabbed by the Frost Sword, and when she got up, she didn't feel much pain.

No, is it even a need to bandage?

Frost Sword ...... But so?

Ye Jibai sat down next to Meng Qinghe, with one leg on the edge of the bed, pillows with both hands, leaning back, and Meng Qinghe leaning side by side on the soft pillow.

"I can't even control my own sword, isn't it a fool?" Ye Jibai seemed to be very tired, or his tense nerves suddenly relaxed, he sighed softly and closed his eyes.

Meng Qinghe snorted: "It's not your fault, you suddenly jumped out and disturbed the judgment of that sword......"

"Well, blame me......" Ye Jibai raised his eyebrows, "Blame me for forgetting that you are a demon venerable, how can you not deal with a little devil, and you can't even run to cause trouble for you." ”

"That's not what I meant."

In the final analysis, Meng Qinghe was sloppy in this matter, danger was imminent, and it was normal for Ye Jibai to seal to protect herself, blaming her for underestimating Ye Jibai and underestimating the Frost Sword.

Meng Qinghe touched his stomach, "My ...... hurt"

"Take medicine every day, and you'll see you soon."

"What medicine?"

So easy to use?

"Yunshan Sect Secret Medicine."

Meng Qinghe remembered that the last time her arm was injured, Ye Jibai also gave her the secret medicine of the Yunshan Sect, what kind of secret medicine is this, and it has such a miraculous effect?

But here's the question, Meng Qinghe turned his head to look at Ye Jibai, "The secret medicine of the Yunshan Sect is so easy to use, why don't you use it?" ”

Why did he take the prescription of the mortal physician every day?

Ye Ji opened his eyes in vain and faced Meng Qinghe's puzzled face.

"I have internal injuries, and the medicine is useless to me."

Meng Qinghe didn't believe it, "Really? ”

"The medicine prescribed by the doctor is also very useful, isn't it?"

Ye Jibai's words were ambiguous, as if he meant something, and Meng Qinghe immediately had a picture of drugged Ye Jibai in his mind.

I really can't blame her for being lustful, she is really beautiful, if she doesn't have any evil thoughts, she will be sorry for Ye Jibai's good skin.

Meng Qinghe blushed and avoided Ye Jibai's gaze, and pulled the thin quilt onto his shoulder with a weak heart, "Is your injury healed?" ”

Ye Jibai reached out to untie his belt, "You have been in a coma for more than ten days, and no one has helped me with medicine, how can this injury be healed?" ”

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"I'll show you my injuries."

Oh, it was Ye Jibai who took the initiative to untie her clothes, and she really couldn't blame her for having a longing.

Wait a minute......

Meng Qinghe exclaimed: "I've been in a coma for more than ten days? ”

Ye Jibai's hands kept moving, and he quickly picked up the knots in his underwear, nodded and said, "Today is the third day of the seventh month." ”

Meng Qinghe stared at the palm print on Ye Jibai's chest, and suddenly lost his cranky thoughts, pressed it perfunctorily twice, and asked, "What have you been doing these days?" ”

Ye Jibai hid a trace of disappointment in his eyes, "What, are you afraid of what I did?" ”

Sensing Ye Jibai's unhappiness, Meng Qinghe confessed: "I'm naturally afraid, I'm afraid that you will go astray and end up in a catastrophe." ”

Ye Jibai was silent for a long time, and sighed: "I'm just coming to the imperial capital to get rid of a demon, you think too much." ”

"The demon...... Do you except? ”

Ye Jibai slapped away Meng Qinghe's gradually presumptuous hand, tied his clothes, closed his eyes again, and said lazily: "You are unconscious, I don't have the heart to get rid of the demon." ”

Meng Qinghe's heart warmed, and he put his face on Ye Jibai's chest, and through the thin underwear, Ye Jibai's heartbeat was very stable.

Counting the days, they have been in the imperial capital for several days.

"Are we staying in the inn now?"

"Hmm."

"Princess Anyang has returned to the palace?"

"Returned."

"Didn't the palace urge you to get rid of the demon?"

"Urged, I didn't go."

"Aren't you afraid that Princess Anyang and those guards will report what happened on the way to the Queen Mother?"

"What are you afraid of, they are now at my command."

Well?

Meng Qinghe quickly reacted, Ye Jibai had refined them into puppets?

This is ...... He is really good at it.

And it can save a lot of trouble, no matter how the palace asks, they will only give the answer that Ye Jibai has explained.

Before Meng Qinghe could ask again, there was a knock on the door.

"Qinghe, are you awake?"

It's He Shufan.

In the middle of the night, why did he come here?

How did he know he was awake?

Meng Qinghe was about to answer, but Ye Jibai suddenly opened his eyes and lowered his head to block Meng Qinghe's soft lips.

Very domineering.

Ye Jibai obviously didn't want to let He Shufan come in.

Naughty!

Meng Qinghe raised his hand around his neck, as if acquiescing in his petty nature.

Poor He Shufan continued to knock on the door outside the door, and asked repeatedly: "Qinghe, are you awake?" ”

"Ye Jibai's dog thing is blowing the flute day and night, this will stop suddenly, is he tired to death, or is Qinghe waking up with you?"

"Ye Jibai, if you don't die, keep blowing, I can't sleep when you stop suddenly."

"Qinghe, if you wake up, squeak and let Ye Jibai blow a few cheerful tunes, the little bell loves to listen."

"Kiyokazu, are you awake......"

Sure enough, Ye Jibai was right to stop her, if He Shufan was let in, she wouldn't have to sleep this night.

But......

Meng Qinghe pressed Ye Jibai's lips and asked, "Who is the little bell?" ”

"The snake."

Ye Jibai waved his hand to lay a soundproof barrier outside the carved bed, and He Shufan's chatter came to an abrupt end.