The dark clouds were gone, and the brilliant spring light was sprinkled on the wide streets again.

Jiang Yichuan looked at the regressing peach blossom branches outside the window, and felt that the waves in his heart were really unreasonable and unnecessary.

If someone doesn't get married, what does it have to do with him?

He just...... Maybe just don't want to be scammed?

Yes, yes, you have to ask what this person wants to do, he doesn't want to be deceived.

Suddenly calming down, Jiang Yichuan turned his head and wanted to speak.

As a result, as soon as he turned his eyes, he saw Ning Chaoyang holding his forehead with his hand and closing his eyes.

The man's eyebrows fluttered when he spoke, and he was silent before he showed some tiredness, and he fell asleep after a while.

The corners of his lips pursed, he swallowed the words back, only lifted the curtain and asked the coachman, "How long will it take?" ”

The coachman glanced back: "It's almost there, adults can't sleep." ”

"People are sleepy like this, and they are on the way home, why can't they sleep?"

"You don't know." The coachman said, "None of the people in the Ning Mansion are easy to get along with, if you don't cheer up and suppress them, I'm afraid you won't even be able to enter the second gate today." ”

What she knew was going home, and what she didn't know thought she was going to the tiger's den.

Jiang Yichuan felt incredible: "Why is this so? ”

The coachman did not want to say more, but when he did not scream, he turned back and shouted, "My lord, my lord." ”

The people in the carriage moved their fingertips slowly, too tired to open their eyes.

Before the coachman could call again, Jiang Yichuan turned sideways to block him.

"Let's find a doctor's office first." He said in a deep voice, "She's sick and needs to take medicine." ”

"But adults are always reluctant to stay in strange places when they are not awake."

Remembering that she had been poisoned before, Jiang Yichuan lowered his eyes.

looks like a very powerful person, how can he be like a rootless duckweed when he is sick, he can't return to his home, and he doesn't dare to go anywhere else.

After hesitating for a while, he said with difficulty: "There are also medicinal herbs in the cold house, but-"

"Then there's Dr. Lao Jiang."

Before he could finish speaking, the coachman immediately turned the horse's head, and his movements were so swift that he stumbled.

Jiang Yichuan held on to the wall of the car and picked it up funny: "It's just that the humble house is not a strange place for adults?" ”

"No, it won't." The coachman waved his hand, "My lord trusts Dr. Jiang, as long as you are there, you can go anywhere." ”

Listening to this determined tone, it is obvious that he has been instructed more than once.

Jiang Yichuan was slightly stunned, and then he didn't feel very comfortable.

The horse-drawn carriage drove through the bustling streets to the modest houses in the north of the city.

Ning Chaoyang didn't sleep well in the bumps, countless hideous faces flew by in the dream, and her dry and white hands suddenly stretched out from the gap in the darkness, dragging her to fall.

She quickly brushed her sleeves and stepped up the steps, but the steps were loose like sand in the next moment, sinking her whole body into it.

"Help me." She stretched out her hand in panic.

It was empty, and there was no sound.

The sand surged overhead, suffocating beyond its head.

In the midst of boundless despair, someone suddenly lifted the back of her neck.

……

Chaoyang Huo Ran opened his eyes.

The gloomy darkness faded into yellowed corners, and the moonlight filtered through the humble windows and shone on the mottled paulownia paint of the low table.

She was horrified, her head turned, and she was caught off guard by something.

Jiang Yichuan was helping her up and preparing to feed the medicine, when suddenly the side of his face was soft.

The aroma of fat powder was dissipated, smooth and tender as silk, and he looked down to see that her lips were close to his own.

His pupils shrank, and he pulled his hand back and held the person down: "What are you doing?" ”

The person on the pillow was pale and dazed, and after looking at him for a while, he recognized who he was: "This is your home?" ”

Jiang Yichuan nodded.

Feeling a little relaxed, she reached out and rubbed the corners of her stuffy forehead.

I don't even know what I've just done.

Jiang Yichuan wiped the side of his face, and put the bowl on the low stool angrily: "Get up and drink medicine." ”

Ning Chaoyang looked at the black medicinal soup, his eyes froze slightly, and then he turned his back pretending to be painful.

Jiang Yichuan felt outrageous.

This person was still wearing an official uniform, and the complicated patterns were majestically wrapped around the placket, but she was playing like a child, and as soon as her frost-white wrist shrank, the whole person hid in the quilt.

He said, "If you don't drink, let the coachman take you home." ”

The shape of the quilt stiffened, and then it was pulled down a little, revealing a pair of innocent peach blossom eyes.

"I'll just get some sleep."

Jiang Yichuan sneered: "If you get a good night's sleep, you can get better, and you need the doctor to do something." ”

“……”

Stiffly propping herself up, she stretched out her hand to take the medicine spoon, scooped up a spoonful of medicine, and her fingers began to tremble, and half a mouthful of medicine trembled in the blink of an eye.

In this way, she also tried to put the spoon in her mouth.

He was so happy that he waved his hand and snatched the medicine spoon aside, picked up the bowl and brought it to her lips: "Drink quickly." ”

Ning Chaoyang coughed twice and sighed: "I saw you before, you weren't so fierce, didn't you also see that I was a bully when I was sick?" ”

He couldn't help frowning: "Who else thinks you're a bully when you're sick?" ”

She didn't say a word, just stared at the black pottion, thought for a while, as if she thought of something angry, and with a bite on her cheeks, she came up and drank the medicine.

He barely caught the bowl.

Picking at the edge and taking the bowl down, Jiang Yichuan was a little funny.

When others are sick, most of them will be weak and say little, but this person is more lively than usual, and his eyebrows and eyes are wrinkled by the medicine, and he mutters again and again: "It's hard to drink to death." ”

"Good medicine is bitter."

"You doctors made this up to trick children." She said seriously, "It is human instinct to live, so the rice is perfumed and the water is sweet, how can the medicine be bitter." ”

At first glance, it sounds reasonable.

Jiang Yichuan couldn't help but bow his head and think, maybe there is really a sweet medicine in this world, but it hasn't been found yet?

"Is there caramel yet?" She asked.

He shook his head: "Sugar is a pill." ”

"What about the tea, I'll rinse my mouth."

"Tea is also an antidote."

Ning Chaoyang was annoyed: "Even if this medicine is bitter, it's still stingy, and I won't drink it anymore!" ”

Jiang Yichuan lowered his eyes: "I stayed up for more than an hour." ”

"......" took so long.

She raised her eyebrows and asked, "How many more bowls do you want to drink?" ”

"If you wake up and the fever is gone, you only need to drink two more bowls."

Two bowls!

She took a long breath, glanced at his hand, and swallowed again.

"Okay."

Jiang Yichuan was a little surprised: "That's acceptable?" ”

"There's no way I'm going to take bitter medicine, not for the rest of my life." She buried her head back in the quilt and said in a muffled voice, "But I like people who boil medicine, and I like it when I see it." ”

After a pause in the hand of cleaning up the medicine bowl, Jiang Yichuan suddenly raised his eyes.