She turned away.

Under the cold night, the man lowered his head, with a cold affinity in his eyes, dressed in a closed disciple's robe, and exuded a cool breath all over his body.

He is, the prince of the dragon clan!

Miao Yuan's eyes widened suddenly, and she nervously tightened her robe and looked up at him, "Long, Senior Brother Longsheng is so ......"

As soon as she spoke, Long Sheng realized that something was wrong with her, because Senior Brother Hua Rong would not salute him like this. But he didn't poke her either, but nodded gently, "Senior Brother is so late, and you still want to see Senior Brother Hanmo?" ”

Miao Yuan nodded hurriedly, "Yes... Yes, "What should I do, she won't be discovered by Senior Brother Longsheng, right?" What will Senior Brother Longsheng do, send her to the painting elder to ask for sin.

For a while, Miao Yuan's heart was full of thoughts, she really couldn't do it, she put some forgetfulness grass on him, so that he could forget what happened tonight, so that he wouldn't demolish her.

However, what a profound cultivation Senior Brother Longsheng is, she can't even compare to him with a finger, so how easy is it to drug him.

She was struggling with all difficulties here, and when she looked up again, how far had they gone.

"Then I'll take my junior brother over, there are still a few disciples on duty in front of Senior Brother Hanmo's door, I'm afraid that Senior Brother will not be easy for you to deal with."

"What?" Miao Yuan was surprised for a moment, and saw that he had stepped up the winding corridor and walked towards the lake. She immediately put all this mess behind her, and quickly lifted her robe and followed him, very happy.

It's okay, with Senior Brother Longsheng here, those disciples and senior brothers on duty are afraid that they won't embarrass her.

"Senior Brother Longsheng hasn't rested so late, are you also worried about Senior Brother Hanmo?"

He walked ahead and replied to her without dropping, "Well, it just so happens that there is nothing to do tonight." ”

"Senior Brother Longsheng is so good, it's so late, and I'm still worried about those of us who are junior brothers."

"It's okay, on weekdays, don't worry."

"Don't worry about it on weekdays?" Miao Yuan walked behind him and stopped, what does this mean? What does it mean to not worry about it on a daily basis? Are you starting to worry now?

Long Sheng stepped out of the cloister and walked along the lake towards the Xuanting courtyard. That slender and upright figure, standing between heaven and earth, has a unique style.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Miao Yuan hurriedly raised her foot to follow him, forgetting these questions for a while.

Walking around the small courtyard, sure enough, there were a few disciples who were still on duty and had not rested. Seeing the two of them appear, several disciples saluted them respectfully.

"I've seen Senior Brother Longsheng, I've seen Senior Brother Huarong."

Long Sheng raised his feet and walked over, "Senior disciples are polite, why don't you go to rest so late?" ”

"The master said, until Senior Brother Hanmo recovers from his injury, we will all guard this small courtyard inch by inch."

This is an order that Elder Hua deliberately left behind today, and even those of them who are disciples do not understand what he means. But the master has an order, and they dare not disobey.

Miao Yuan lowered her head, her face became angry, how could this painting elder look like this? The big snake is his closed disciple, and he is not a sinner, so how can he send someone on duty during his recuperation, and no one is allowed to approach. What is the reasoning of this.

Long Sheng nodded, "I know, you have worked hard, Hua Rong and I will go in and see the junior brother." ”

"Senior brother is polite, two senior brothers, please-" Several disciples on duty stepped aside and bowed their heads and respectfully invited them in.

Miao Yuan's eyes lit up, and she didn't care about them who were not on duty, so she lifted her robe and quickly raised her feet and ran in.

Great, she can finally meet the serpent.

Long Sheng followed her, slowly stepping through the door. The gate of the small courtyard behind him was slowly closed, and the scenery inside was gone.

The lights in the courtyard had been flickering brightly, but they had been on for a few hours, and the candles were not as bright as they had been when they were first lit.

Miao Yuan couldn't wait to push the door in, ignoring even the etiquette and demeanor, how could she remember that there was a person behind her.

Long Sheng did not enter the room, but sat down in front of the stone bench in the courtyard outside. He glanced at a few cold teacups on the table, and with a wave of his hand, the teacups on the table immediately disappeared into thin air, turning into a chess game that had already been played for more than half of the time.

In terms of the situation, the sunspots are all over most of the situation, and the whites are few, which seems to be a win-win situation.

But he didn't give up, took out a delicate white jade chess piece from the chessboard, slowly landed on the chessboard, and played by himself.

In the room, Miao Yuan went straight to the direction of the inner room as soon as she entered, and the makeup on her body was in the running room, and she immediately returned to her original appearance.

Dressed in a pink and white robe of a closed disciple, he was draped in a snow-white fox fur cloak embroidered with flowers, and a jade plaque with his name hung from his waist. The bun on her head was loose and loose, stacked on top of her, but the hairpins were still well worn on her head, which was dignified and elegant, but it was loose and you could see how anxious she was when she came.

"Big... ......"When she ran in, she saw him lying weakly on the bed, with the tent half-covering his figure, and his face was not visible. There was a cold soup beside the couch, and there was a strong smell of bitter medicine, which could be smelled from a distance.

In this way alone, she felt that he must have suffered so much in the past two days, that he couldn't even take care of himself, but it was conceivable that he had suffered a lot of capital punishment.

Pulling the curtain, Miaoyuan's hands trembled a little. She couldn't bear to look up, only to see him lying on the couch with a pale face, the ink hair on his forehead was fine, a little decadent, weak, and then looked down, the placket was open, and the crescent-white underwear was stained with a lot of medicine stains, as if he hadn't changed his clothes for a few days.

Seeing her appear, Han Mo opened his eyes as if he had a feeling, "Man, Manzhu? ”

"Orochi, are you awake?" Miao Yuan hurriedly sat down in front of his couch, her eyes were a little ruddy, and she wanted to cry. It's only been two days since I saw him, and he's been so badly injured again, she really doesn't want him to go on like this.

"What are you ......" he forced himself to sit up, a little amused, "crying for what?" ”

He didn't die, but he was just whipping, and he could still stand it.

"Why can't I cry? You're all like this, I... Why can't I cry......" Miaoyuan said, and she couldn't help crying.

"That painting elder is an old horseman, how can he do this to you? You're his own disciple, he beat you so hard that you can't get out of bed, you can't drink the medicine, and you haven't changed your clothes for a few days, right? ”

She cried aggrieved and sad, and counted down his master, but it made Hanmo himself, the more he listened, the more funny he felt.

"What are you talking about? What...... Why can't you get out of bed? What happened to the medicine? What happened to the clothes? ”

Where did she find out that he couldn't get out of bed, and where did she find that he couldn't drink medicine or change clothes?

Miao Yuan's eyes were red, and she pointed to the small bowl next to his couch and complained, "This... Isn't this your unfinished medicine? And this ......"

She reached out and tugged at the edge of his clothes again, "It's all dirty, why didn't you change it?" It's not that you can't get out of bed? ”

Han Mo was amused when he heard it, and he laughed out loud directly, "You are so smart that you can conclude that I am terminally ill based on these things?" ”

Miao Yuan was so suspicious that she even stopped crying. She couldn't laugh when she saw him, and asked him with tears on her face, "Is it... Isn't it? ”

"Of course not." Hanmo wiped away her tears for her, held her little chin and looked at her eyes, and replied to her seriously: "This medicine is too bitter, I don't want to drink it, so I put it there." ”

"This dress was dyed when I was just eating, and I thought about changing it when I was washing at night, but I didn't expect you to see it first."

"I really don't know whether to praise you for your intelligence, or praise you for your carefulness, to judge that I am terminally ill and can't get out of bed?"

The more Miaoyuan listened, the more she felt that something was wrong, and sure enough, in the end, something was really wrong. She immediately held back the tears in her eyes, and her face turned red, redder than the red fruit.

"Really... Isn't it really terminally ill? ”

Han Mo put down his hand, leaned half-on the bed, and shook his head with a smile, "Naturally not." ”

Miao Yuan smiled slowly, "That... That's good, it scared me to death, I really thought you couldn't get out of bed, you couldn't get up. ”

Han Mo's hand holding the bed trembled a little, but his face was very calm, "It's not that point yet, it's just that my body is a little weak." ”

"Weak?" Miao Yuan became nervous again, "Then you have to take care of it, the old injuries on your body are continuous, and new injuries are added, I'm afraid it will be difficult to cultivate in the near future." ”

"Well, I'll take care of it."

Miao Yuan remembered something, flipped through the Qiankun bag and said, "I still have some precious medicinal flowers here, you took the medicine ......"

Han Mo looked at her with a smile, and the tiny light in his eyes seemed to overflow with the tenderness of his eyes. He slept for a while, as if there was so much between heaven and earth, and he was afraid, afraid that he would not wake up.

OK

Thankfully, he's awake now and sees her again.