eurekapd Chapter 21 The Sword Cultivator Is About to Be Kissed
Chapter 21 The Sword Cultivator Is About to Be Kissed
The youngest son's spleen and stomach are weak, and he can't normally eat this food. Cui Ling hesitated to speak, but he didn't stop him.
Yu Zhi took a sip of the plum soup, feeling sour, his whole body trembled: "This should be drinkable."
He fed Li'er a small spoon, and everyone waited breathlessly for a moment, Li'er swallowed with a frown, clutching the skirt of Xuedhu, and said in a milky voice: "Oiran mother, it's so sour."
Xuehu let out a long sigh of relief, and hurriedly ordered Uncle Zheng to get some sugar, and thanked: "Thank you, elder, for your help."
Yu Zhi instructed: "It was injured by the baby devouring technique. Recently, I can only eat sour, sweet and cold things. If the situation improves in a few days, I can slowly stop."
Yu Zhi ate sweet and sour food for several months back then, and even his taste changed.
Tao Song frowned and looked at Yu Shi: "All the families of the immortal sect know very little about infant devouring, but you know about this side branch?"
Yu Zhi looked triumphantly at him: "I've lived a long time and know a little bit about everything, now I realize that I know less."
Tao Song held the true pressure all the way, and at this moment, a burst of fire burst out of his body, and he suddenly felt dry mouth. Even if he heard Yu Zhi's intentionally vague reply, he didn't have much energy to pursue it.
He picked up the ice-cold plum soup and poured two bowls in a row, but his heart was still burning, so he had no choice but to resign.
A child ran down the corridor, and obediently took Tao Song's hand: "My lord, I'll take you to the guest room."
Tao Song pulled his hand out with a brush.
The child was a little timid, and whispered: "Big brother's hands are so hot."
Cui Ling couldn't help frowning: "A Song?"
Tao Song's heart was beating wildly, his mind was in a state of confusion, and he barely managed to maintain his energy: "You should take a look at the child first, and then come and see me when you are free."
After finishing speaking, he hurried away with his feet behind him.
Cui Ling was administering acupuncture with Li'er, the rainy day was heavy and the lights were dim. After working for a while, he couldn't relax at all, so he could only ask Yu Shi first: "Ah Song's qi is probably not flowing smoothly, and he seems to be stagnant." The elders will take a look for me first, and it would be great if they can help relieve a little."
"Don't worry." Yu Shi asked Zheng Bo for another cup of plum soup, and carried it over.
Changying glanced at the busy figure in the flower hall, and said to Yu Shi: "Do you want me to go with you to help?"
Feng Xian dragged the little fox back: "What mess did you make in the past." Then he smiled at Yu Shi: "Go quickly, and help me clear up."
The metaphorical consciousness is inexplicable, so if you explain it, explain it, what are you doing with such a heavy sound?
But he was quite worried about Tao Song's situation, and he was very afraid that this person would push himself hard again, so he hurried past without thinking about it.
It was raining heavily at night, the flower branches were skewed, and the fine petals of crape myrtle were scattered all over the ground, floating along the whole yard.The guest room in the backyard is secluded and quiet. Amidst the panic of the rain, the tinkling and crisp sound of the bronze wind chimes in the flower hall can be heard in the distance.
A pulsatilla with wet feathers is nestling next to the Danzhu colonnade, hiding its head from the rain.
There was no sound of people in the Sifang courtyard, and candles glowed from Tao Song's room, and the pulse was dim through the window paper.
The little boy who brought Yu Shi was very shy, so he pointed at him, and went to play with Pulsatilla.
Yu Zhi gently knocked on the door: "Tao Song?"
There was also a restriction on the door, and Yu Shi couldn't hear the response, so he became even more worried, and scratched his head and searched for the corresponding cracking technique before opening the door.
Chang Ying hid at the corner, poked his head slightly, retracted again, raised his head and asked, "Is my father going to do what the book says with Ah Song?"
Feng Xian nodded mysteriously, his excitement was beyond words.
Changying saw two exceptional incidents in one night, and was very confused: "But the book says that you have to pray to heaven and earth first before you can be a husband and wife."
The unconventional Feng Sanren taught his children: "Every book is a lie."
"Really? There are still books written to deceive people?" Chang Ying wondered.
Feng Xian had no choice but to be serious: "The gentleman who wrote the book was afraid that you would sleep with someone else and not want him, so he wrote it that way."
It won't.The bud that sprouted in Chang Ying's heart suddenly opened a small flower, and I will always, always, always like A Ling.
It was raining and windy outside the window, and the candles in the room were faint. Yu Shi looked around for a week, only to find that Tao Song was hiding on the bed, his temple hair was slightly messed up, there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his eyes and eyebrows looked very uncomfortable.
Yu Shi poured out a bowl of sour plum soup, and tentatively called out, "Tao Song?"
Tao Song opened his eyes a little, took a few short breaths, woke up, and said, "Why...is...it's you?"
Yu Shi got closer, and saw Tao Song's beautiful face was ruddy, his white neck was covered with sweat, his belt seemed to be a little loose, his plain skirt was slightly opened, and his delicate collarbone was faintly visible.
The curtain hangs down to the floor, and there is a slight sound of wind and rain coming through the window.
Yu Zhi had seen him with a cold face all the time, but he never imagined that this kid could have such a captivating look.
It must be that the candlelight is too dim, and it is difficult to see.
Yu Shi was dazed just like that, Tao Song had already stood up, shrunk a little into the bed, avoiding his probing eyes: "Where's Cui Ling?"
Holding plum soup in one hand, Yu Shi sat down beside the couch: "Cui Ling is busy, let me come and see you first."
"No, thank you...thank you..." Tao Song said, holding the brocade quilt suddenly, he breathed a sigh of relief, and sweat began to ooze from his forehead, "you...you go out first, I didn't ..."
"Why is this all right?" Yu Shi interrupted, and educated him earnestly, "The head of your family village is usually too strict. I dare not say it. Listen to the advice of the old man, young people should take care of their bodies and not..."
Tao Song was in a daze at first, but he became more and more confused by his reading, and said angrily, "Stop talking..."
Yu Shi didn't hear clearly, and leaned over: "What did you say?"
Tao Song suddenly hid inside, but it was a pity that there was a thick wall further inward from the bed.Yu Shi grabbed his wrist, a little annoyed: "What are you always hiding from?"
Tao Song still wanted to break free, but Yu Shi pulled him out cleverly, and felt that his hands were wrong: "What's wrong with you? Why are you so hot?"
Tao Song's complexion was a little strangely flushed, his whole body was trembling slightly, his clothes were half-undressed, and his eyes showed some moist water, which at first glance looked like a cold pool, bottomless.
Yu Shi exchanged glances with him, then hurriedly turned his face away, his heart skipped a beat.
Outside the porch, it was raining, and the bronze wind chimes were tinkling.
The wind and rain never stop.
Yu Zhi calmed down his mind, stabilized his strange thoughts, showed his long-standing senior demeanor, and forced a thoughtful smile: "... Maybe you have a fever, you should put this cold drink first. After drinking the soup, I will go and call Cui Ling."
Tao Song remained motionless, and Yu Shi met the pair of eyes that were gradually becoming blurred, and already vaguely understood what was going on.
It's a pity that it's a little late.
The porcelain cup fell to the ground, and the celadon with acacia branch patterns shattered to pieces. The cold, sour and sweet plum soup was splashed all over the body, and the front was soaked, revealing a fair and delicate complexion.
Tao Song clasped Yu Shi's wrist with his backhand, and tore open his skirt at once.