Jianghu Love List [travel]

Mrs. Wu returned with her maid, and several sword disciples who followed Wu Yuchen stood guard not far away. You look at me and I look at you. For a moment, I don't know if I should approach the house.

They are not like Madam who is not good at martial arts, as far as the movement in the room, they can vaguely hear it from such a distance.

Lin lay on the roof and glanced at Yao beside him, and asked, "Do you think our young master is serious?"

"It must be. You have seen who can live in the young master's house so casually. I heard from senior brother Li that Mr. Duan came to our villa a few years ago and lived in the young master's house."

"Really?"

"Isn't that right, oh, let me ask you, this man and this man..." Yao leaned over and lay down next to him, with a low voice, "Can you do that too? It seems quite comfortable, huh?"

Lin grinned at him, "If you want to try it, go to the Nanfeng Pavilion in the city, it will make you feel refreshed."

Rubbing his chin, he felt that what he said was quite right, and he would take a look when he was free.

The other two swordsmen were a little far away from where they were lying. Seeing the two of them getting together, they looked at each other and raised their eyebrows.

Unspoken.

Madam Wu went back to the house, but she didn't see her husband Wu Ping back after washing, she frowned and asked, "Where is the owner?"

The maid gave her hand to brush her hair, and said with a low eyebrow: "The owner should still be with the second wife. The second wife said that she is not feeling well these days, and the owner has been with her all the time."

Madam Wu patted the hairpin in her hand on the dressing table, and sneered, "She is a good planner, she gets sick every three to five times, and the weak willow is just like her sick son!"

"Ma'am!" Xiaocui hurriedly reminded: "Ma'am, keep your voice down. There are many people in our village. If the owner of the village hears this, Madam will be scolded again."

Madam Wu hated it, but she didn't speak again.

In the middle of the night, Duan Hongyu started to burn again, his body temperature was so high that I was roasted warm.

Wu Yuchen stayed up all this time, so he asked the pharmacist to take the medicinal wine to reduce the fever and wipe him himself.

"Cold." Duan Hongyu narrowed his eyes, trembling intermittently, his arm was being grabbed, he could only move his legs unconsciously.

The legs that could not move at all actually moved slightly, Wu Yuchen could see clearly, and raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

"Hongyu, move your legs again." He took his hand and kissed his fingertips. Wu Yuchen's eyes were shining brightly. In fact, when Duan Hongyu used double cultivation to treat his leg disease, he was still skeptical, but the master said it was feasible. I didn't say that it would be successful, and it was a surprise that the effect of holding a dead horse as a living horse doctor turned out to be successful.

"It hurts." Duan Hongyu grabbed his hand, but she knew what he meant despite her drowsy mind, and tried her best to control her legs and move.

The movements were very subtle, but Wu Yuchen couldn't hide his excitement and bent down to kiss his sweaty forehead, "Baby, it's done."

There was surprise in Duan Hongyu's eyes, he just felt the pain in his legs was unbearable, and his body was even colder, but after hearing what he said, he realized that his efforts just now were not in vain.

"Did you really move?" He frowned and wanted to move again, but was stopped by Wu Yuchen.

"Well, it's moving. Don't bother with your weak body now. We'll talk about it when you're done."

Duan Hongyu sniffed and stared at him.

From a normal person to a toddler with crippled legs, no one understands how depressed he is.But now someone suddenly ran up to him. Although he was very resistant to what he did, the effect was good.

It seems that the people in front of me are not so pleasing to the eye.

Look closely, it's actually quite handsome.

Wu Yuchen raised his eyebrows when he saw that he was not speaking with his eyes open, "What's the matter, did you find mine?"

"It's fine when you're not talking, but when you talk, you still want to slap you." Duan Hongyu limply raised her hand and slapped him on the face, "It's cold, my legs hurt."

Wu Yuchen lifted the quilt and got in, hugged him, adjusted his internal breath to lower the temperature of his body, "Are you acting like a baby?"

"Get out!" Saying get out, but hugging him tightly and not letting go.

"Duplicate brat." Wu Yuchen bit the tip of his nose lightly, then kissed him on the mouth again, "Hurry up and go to bed, you'll be tossing people in the middle of the night."

Duan Hongyu sniffed and rubbed her face against his neck.

He could feel that the breath he exhaled was scorching hot, it was extremely uncomfortable!

Wu Yuchen rubbed his chin against him, and gently patted his back with one hand to lull him to sleep. After his breathing calmed down, he got up gently, took the potion and wiped his body again.

The next morning, just after dawn, Duan Xingyu, worried that his brother hadn't slept well all night, ran to knock on the door, but was stopped by several swordsmen standing guard outside Wu Yuchen's room.

"Master Duan, the young master hasn't gotten up yet, please wait a little longer."

"Did my brother make a fuss last night?" He was more concerned about this.

"It should be, the young master called the pharmacist once."

"..." Duan Xingyu frowned, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Wu Yuchen didn't sleep all night, when Duan Xingyu came, he knew that the door was knocked at this moment, so he opened the door, but his face was a little cold.

"How is Yuyu?" Duan Xingyu said as he was about to walk into the house.

Wu Yuchen stood sideways to prevent him from entering, and said, "Hongyu is still sleeping, you go have breakfast first, and when he wakes up, I'll have someone call you."

Duan Xingyu wanted to say that I just took a look, but his complexion was really not very good-looking, so he could only nod his head.

"Then let him sleep for a while, what, he will be thirsty when he is sick, give him more water."

"Okay." Wu Yuchen nodded, turned and went back to the room.

Duan Xingyu curled his lips, turned his face to look at the swordsman, "Can I visit the interior of the villa?"

"The backyard is where the ladies live, except there."

He nodded, turned and left.

Inside the room, Duan Hongyu also woke up when he heard the sound. He squinted his eyes at the man who walked to the table and poured a glass of water. Seeing him heating the water with his inner breath, he muttered: "If the inner breath is high, it will show off."

"For you to drink cold water, you have to think about stabbing me again." Wu Yuchen helped him up and handed him the water glass, and took two pills, "The doctor will come and let him take a look at you later."

"No, the medicine is three-point poisonous. It's better to take less." He drank up the water and turned his head to avoid the two pills. "I don't feel well, I want to take a bath."

Wu Yuchen touched his face, shook his head and refused, "You can't wash for at least three days." Seeing his staring eyes, he added, "I can consider washing your body."

"No need." Duan Hongyu turned his back to him, pulled the quilt up, "I can wipe it myself."

Wu Yuchen chuckled, threw the cup back on the table and went to bed, the fever was gone, and he could sleep comfortingly.