withered prosperity

Although Mucheng is not as large as the capital city of Jinling in Gusu, there are many mountain villages and towns around it, and the south of the Yangtze River is a rich place, so the city is very lively when it comes to festivals.

He took the chestnut cake, bought chrysanthemum wine, and led the man up to the tower of Pufa Temple in the city.

This tower is an ancient relic from the previous dynasty. The eaves of the tower are wide and flat, enough to lie down, and it is more than enough for two people to sit.

A rather spectacular fire was lit at a street not far away. Many people gathered around the fire to reward the gods and celebrate the harvest. They also invited a juggling troupe, creating a scene of gongs and drums.

"It's really lively." It was the first time he saw such a festive scene, and he was naturally full of curiosity and admiration. "Island, I've never seen it before!"

That person was stuffed with chestnut cake and was chewing slowly. This guy looked steady on the surface, but he liked sweet things like a child in private.

While watching, he was drinking chrysanthemum wine. This wine was very light at the beginning, but the aftertaste was lingering and mellow.There was obviously some noise around, but his heart had never been so peaceful and quiet.

"It's better here than I thought." He rested his reddish cheeks on his knees, and said with some consonance: "Really, I never thought that I could be like this..."

The moonlight is gentle, and the air is filled with the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus.

When he woke up, it was already in the dead of night, and he was wearing the man's coat, and the man was sitting upwind to cover him.

"I fell asleep... Ah!" He scratched his hair, but completely tore the messy bun.

One hand caught Cuiyu Mingdang who was about to fall, and handed it to him.

He looked up along that hand, and saw that the stars all over the sky seemed to be poured into this person's eyes, sometimes twinkling and shining brightly.

He had a feeling that he couldn't meet his eyes.

This is so strange, he thought, there are people in this world who are so good to see that I dare not look at them!

"If I use this world as an employment, you..." the man spoke, and his voice was also very nice. "Will you marry me?"

Yan Hai was woken up by this sentence.

He lay there with his eyes wide open staring at the top of the bed, it took him a long time to burn incense, but he didn't catch his breath.

Whether it was a good dream or a nightmare, he couldn't tell for a while...

Before he fell asleep last night, he felt a little cold. At this time, his mind was muddled and his body was a little low-grade fever. He knew that in another hour or two, this low-grade fever would gradually turn into a high fever.

In the past three or four years, every spring and summer, his body will be like this frequently. Of course, if he is lucky, he will recover within three to five days. If he is unlucky, he will have to go back and forth for about ten days. .

Maybe it's because everything sprouts in this season... He smiled drowsily.

"Too bad..." he murmured.

I don't know if it's because of that dream, or the coming fever.

Yan Hai was vague and heard someone talking.

He half opened his eyes and looked at the shaking figure.

"Qingresan..." He made a slight voice, and made his request.

"No, you can't eat Qingresan." Someone answered him, and stuffed his hands back under the quilt. "Doctor Wei has prescribed medicine for you, and you will be cured in no time."

"Uncomfortable..." He was so hot that he wanted to break free from the quilt.

But the next moment, he was wrapped in a quilt by Lianren.

"I still have to go to the warehouse." He was completely confused: "There are still a lot of things to do, and Manager Wang will be angry if he can't finish."

"You don't have to go if you're sick." The man coaxed him nicely: "No one dares to be angry with you."

"No way!" He replied drowsily: "Yunji, what if he drove me away, I have to be good...wait for him here..."

The quilt was suddenly wrapped so tightly that it strangled him.

"Qingresan..."

"You can't eat too much of that kind of thing." The voice suddenly became a little cold: "What should I do if I become an addiction?"

"I won't..." He won't be addicted, Qingresan is nothing, even if it is the five-stone fairy drug, how can it be compared...

"Yan Hai." The man whispered in his ear, "I don't want you after eating Yunji."

Yan Hai calmed down for a moment, then with the strength he didn't know where he came from, he pulled his hand out of the quilt abruptly, and grabbed his neck hard.

He couldn't breathe.

He opened his mouth, sucking in air desperately like a fish drying up out of water.

His fingertips drew deep bloodstains on his neck, but they couldn't alleviate the severe pain in his chest at all.

"What are you doing!" His hand was immediately grabbed, and someone said to him loudly: "Exhale, spit out the stale air!"

He couldn't spit it out.

Until something cool and soft covered his lips, a cool breath penetrated into his throat along his throat, dispelling and taking away the scorching pain.

Only then did he calm down a little.

When Wei Heng brought the medicine in, he saw exactly such a scene.

There was a mess under the bed, and the owl was pressing Yan Hai to kiss.

Wei Heng stood there in a daze until the man raised his head and looked over.

"Come here quickly." The man's tone was a little strange: "He's not right."

Hearing this, Wei Heng had no time to think about anything else, so he hurriedly put the medicine in his hand aside, and ran directly to the bedside.

Yan Hai's wrist was grabbed and pressed on the bed, the bloodstain on his neck was shocking.

"What's going on?" Wei Heng hurriedly checked the wound.

"Just now he couldn't breathe suddenly, and even scratched himself." Yun Ji looked at the blood on Yan Hai's fingertips, his eyes were gloomy and gloomy. "I gave him a sigh of relief."

Wei Heng signaled that he wanted to get a pulse diagnosis, Yun Ji thought about it, and still held Yan Hai into his arms, and only handed his hand to Wei Heng.

Wei Heng had no choice but to sit on the edge of the bed and take his pulse in this position.

After he finished the diagnosis, he opened Yan Hai's eyelids and took a look.

"It's okay." He stood up, went to the table and took something from the medicine box, and treated Yan Hai's neck wound. "It's just that the Qi is not smooth for a while, and it will be fine when the heat subsides."

"Really?" Yun Ji didn't quite believe it, but Yan Hai's reaction just now was too shocking, how could it be possible to take it away with such an understatement?

Wei Heng stopped applying the medicine for a moment, but he still took care of the wound before looking at Yun Ji.

"I don't know much about the relationship between you, but I think they are very close." Before dawn, this man suddenly appeared in the White Mansion, and he carried himself all the way here, with a terrifying aura. "You should know that he was severely injured many years ago, and his internal organs were damaged. Although he usually looks normal, his internal organs cannot bear the excessive emotional fluctuations. Therefore, he must rest well and avoid great joy and sorrow."

Yun Ji looked at the wrapped wound, feeling rather annoyed.

It's all because Yan Hai's appearance when he asked for Qingresan reminded him of his mother...

"No." No matter how annoyed he was, he didn't show it on his face, but said lightly, "I will be careful in the future."

Wei Heng didn't say anything, just brought the medicine over.

Yun Ji leaned Yan Hai against his chest, and fed him the medicine spoon by spoon.

Although Yan Hai was still not quite clear-headed, he still drank all the medicine cooperatively.

"Why did he suddenly have a fever?" Yun Ji put the medicine bowl aside and asked Wei Heng, "Yesterday he was fine, and he didn't catch a cold. Why did he have such a severe fever all night?"

"At the turn of spring and summer, it's easy to induce old illnesses. You can ask him when he wakes up. He must be sick several times at this time of year."

"He just asked me blindly for Qingresan."

"Qingresan is actually suitable for the disease, but the medicine is not mild enough, and it will hurt the root if used frequently." Wei Heng stopped to pack the medicine box, turned to him and said, "The prescription I prescribed doesn't seem to use much medicine, but it also has some flavors. Precious medicinal materials are common things for Chengwang Mansion, but he was just a manager in Chaomu Pavilion before, so it is more convenient to use Qingresan."

Yun Ji's throat twitched, feeling a faint bitterness there.