The old nine-door one eight mausoleum-style fake counselor Ba Ye

In the evening, the girl regained consciousness, Er Yuehong was ecstatic, and wanted to thank Ling Duan in person, but Zhang Qishan sent the couple away first on the grounds that Ling Duan was unwell and was not suitable for seeing guests. Ling Duan talked, and left a prescription for the housekeeper to recuperate his body, and left early with a look of surprise.

Zhang Qishan ordered the adjutant and others to clean up the traces and seal up the seals. After ensuring that there would be no news that shouldn't appear, he was relieved and went back to the bedroom to see the situation in the mausoleum.

Ling Duan drank some calming medicine in the afternoon, and he would be falling asleep now. Normally, no matter how light Zhang Qishan's footsteps were, as long as someone approached him, Ling Duan would feel it. I was exhausted, and it was difficult to maintain even basic alertness.

Zhang Qishan lifted the corner of the quilt and reached into Lingduan's pajamas to feel it. The skin under his palm was still a little moist. It seemed that his body's instincts made him fall into a deep sleep with the help of the medicine. The injuries on his body should still be there. Pain, that's why I broke out in a lot of cold sweat.

Zhang Qishan took off his coat and climbed onto the bed from the other side, pulled Ling Duan into his arms, lowered his head and kissed his frowning eyebrows, seeing that Ling Duan didn't respond, he increased his strength, encased the tip of his nose, and bit a mouthful.

"Huh?" Ling Duan closed his eyes, let out a small nasal sound, and burrowed into Zhang Qishan's arms again.

"I asked the butler to cook the medicine according to the prescription left by Lao Jiu, and also cooked some white porridge. You drink it before going to bed."

Ling Duan felt a little drowsy and didn't want to talk much, so he buried his head in Zhang Qishan's arms silently, and sprayed all the hot air on Zhang Qishan's chest.

"Hey, get up first." Zhang Qishan took a deep breath, calmed down the sudden hotness in his body, leaned back into a lying position, and then supported Ling Duan's shoulders to move him onto his body, The two men were shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee, and stuck together tightly.

"I can't open my eyes..." Ling Duan's whole body was limp and he couldn't use any strength, so he put his head on Zhang Qishan's shoulder and murmured coquettishly with him.

"Then don't open it, I'll feed you." Zhang Qishan was distressed and anxious, and patiently patted Ling Duan's back lightly, his heart was almost melted by him.

"Do not……"

"Hey, I know you have no strength, you can just rely on me, don't worry about anything."

Thanks to Zhang Qishan's amazing arm strength, even if Ling Duan was lying on top of him, holding Ling Duan's shoulders, he could easily lift Ling Duan's body and turn around in mid-air, turning his back to his body. Sitting up, Ling Duan naturally leaned into his arms.

The butler, who had been waiting at the door for a while, knocked on the door just right when he heard the commotion in the room, and brought the porridge in with his head down. Zhang Qishan took the bowl, scooped a spoonful, put it to his mouth, blew it, and then handed it over. Ling Duan's mouth.

Ling Duan opened his eyes a little, and glanced at the porridge in front of him. He didn't like to eat it, so he turned his head to avoid the porridge in front of him.

"Baye, I added sugar to this, you will definitely like it." The last time the housekeeper took care of Ling Duan to recover from his injuries, he had already thoroughly understood Ling Duan's taste preferences and the meanings represented by various small expressions. Seeing Ling Duan's pursed lips and turned his head in disapproval, one could tell that he thought the porridge was bland.

Ling Duan was silent for two seconds, but still silently turned around and swallowed the porridge. Uncle Zhang still has to give him face...

"Is it delicious?" Zhang Qishan didn't wait for Ling Duan to answer after asking, he took a spoonful and put it into his mouth, um, it was really sweet, a bit greasy.

"Is it delicious?" Ling Duan turned his head to see Zhang Qishan's expression.

"It's more to your taste." Zhang Qishan looked at Ling Duan's lips, which were close at hand, and his body had already kissed him instinctively before the brain's control.

Ling Duan's lips were very soft, probably because he just drank the porridge, and it was a little sweet, a bit like the cotton candy Zhang Qishan had eaten when he was a child.

"Ahem..." The housekeeper held the medicine bowl and deliberately coughed twice at the door of the bedroom. Zhang Qishan didn't plan to do anything while Lingduan was injured, so he took advantage of the situation and leaned back a little, leaving Lingduan's lips. Ling Duan stared blankly at Zhang Qishan, as if he hadn't realized the situation before him.

"Buddha, I put down the medicine. You can give it to Ba Ye after a while." The butler put down the medicine bowl and exited the room with his head down, with a clear smile on his face. Young people, he understands, wants to When he was young back then, he was much more anxious than Buddha and Monkey, but Ba Ye's body is so weak, it seems that Buddha will have to wait for a while, he has to instruct the kitchen recently, to make up for Ba Ye's body and give him some food Light ones are good, lest the false fire rise.

"Old Eight, what are you thinking?"

"No, I don't have the strength to think." Ling Duan turned his head back in slow motion, still looking weak.

"For the next month, I will accompany you to recuperate in the mansion, okay?" Zhang Qishan leaned back on the head of the bed, exhaled slowly, and felt a little relaxed.

"Buddha, I don't want to drink medicine." There is such a long distance between the mausoleum and the medicine bowl, you can smell the pungent smell from the soup medicine, this old nine, what kind of medicine was prescribed for him...

Zhang Qishan looked at the time, and it was almost ready to drink. He picked up the medicine bowl with one hand and handed it to Ling Duan's mouth, "Taste it first, it smells bad, maybe it will be okay to drink."

Just as Ling Duan was about to speak, Zhang Qishan put the bowl against his mouth and began to fall hard when he opened his mouth. The other hand was still firmly grasping Ling Duan's two wrists to prevent him from resisting.

"Old Ba, if you dare to spit out a drop for me, I will let you drink ten bowls in a row!"

"Uh...uh..."

Ling Duan closed his eyes and swallowed the soup in his mouth, scolded Zhang Qishan in his heart that he could turn his face faster than a book, and retched uncontrollably, "Ugh..."

"Take a sip of water." Zhang Qishan handed over another glass of warm water, this time it was more gentle, not forceful.

Ling Duan drank a glass of warm water, the bitterness in his mouth was diluted a lot before he could speak, "Buddha, you are too cruel..."

"I haven't settled the debt with you for the injury. How dare you mention not to take medicine? Don't talk about my temper, next time you take the time to ask Ling Yue if he can get used to you?"

Seeing that Zhang Qishan was going to get angry again, Ling Duan was afraid that this guy would be rough on him on the spot, so he quickly softened his voice, and started acting coquettishly in a low voice, "Buddha, I won't dare anymore..."

"I don't know if you dare now, but I know that when you get better and I give you a good meal, you will definitely not dare in the future."

Zhang Qishan squeezed his fists, swayed in front of Lingduan, saw the little fortune teller with a mournful face and didn't know what to do, he couldn't help but chuckled inwardly, this old man, he couldn't take care of him at a glance, Dare to poke the big basket for him, if he locks people tightly by his side, he is so obedient, people can't help feeling distressed, but well, distressed is distressed, and a long lesson is a long lesson, It is still necessary to be punished.

The author has something to say: all the updates that are owed have been made up~~~~ Everyone enjoy eating.