[Sword Three] [Hua Yang] Qian Jixue

Ever since meeting at the sea of ​​flowers at the age of 16, Han Qingyun followed Wanhua's advice and always avoided flower fields with too strong fragrance.

There was no other choice for the route this time, he walked slowly and preoccupied, and he was hit in the slightest, and he was hit so violently.

He didn't remember how he got out of the Huatian Gaopo, how he was transferred, or how he was treated.He just felt stuffy, so stuffy that he couldn't breathe, he couldn't open his mouth to breathe, his hands, feet, lips, and even his whole body were so numb that he couldn't move, like a dying fish out of water, no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.

I don't know how long later, Han Qingyun took a sharp breath, and the bitter smell of medicine filled his mouth and nose, immediately dispelling the blocked flower fragrance.He returned to the human world sweating profusely, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Mo Zhiqi dozing beside him, and the fire not far away was crackling and burning, illuminating half of his face in the dark night.

Han Qingyun was still a little dazed, while Mo Zhiqi had already woken up, opened his sleepy eyes, stretched out his fingers and waved in front of him, and immediately opened his eyebrows, and immediately ran to call for the doctor.

Before the doctor came over, Han Qingyun couldn't hold back and fell asleep again.This time he was conscious, knowing that he had a fever, and he had a fever for several days in a daze.

Mo Zhiqi was also there, he knew it.

"...there is nothing I can do."

"The fever won't go away, at least treat it..."

"He was injured, running around and fighting with wolf teeth. It was nothing, but he reacted too strongly to a certain toxin in the grass, and he would die easily without medicine."

"Then... after pressing it?"

"Where any wound infection on the body, or a simple cough, the body may ignore it. This kind of person, he has no medical history, and I can't make nonsense. The fever is not bad, it shows that there is a foundation struggling, and many people can't get a fever. .”

Han Qingyun woke up to the sound of talking, and listened to Mo Zhiqi talking with a fellow doctor, the more he listened, the more he became sober, he simply opened his eyes and sat up, exhaling hot breath, while watching Mo Zhiqi, whose back was facing him, was anxious walking around.

"Then tell me, what should I do now? Burning it down is not the answer."

"The medicine suppressed the poison and it's no problem, and the wound debridement has been done well. I also took the medicine for clearing away heat and detoxification, and strengthening the body and nourishing the body. There is really no other way." The doctor said truthfully, and began to pack the medicine box.

Mo Zhi stood there, rolled up his sleeves and looked up at the sky, then sighed heavily.

"However... Brother, if you have any elixir for bringing the dead back to life, a pill may be useful." The doctor carried the medicine box on his back and added a sentence back.

"There is a lack of medical care and medicine, how can there be such a thing?" Mo Zhiqi sighed again.

The doctor took a deep look at him and said nothing this time.

After knowing each other for so many years, Wanhua didn't sigh as much as today.Thinking this way, Han Qingyun looked at his long hair like splashed ink, and found that his formerly neat robes had been neglected in the past few days. He stood upright, but his hem was wrinkled, but the master didn't notice it.

Mo Zhiqi stood on the spot, as if he couldn't see the door, so he walked back resentfully, and within two steps, he met Han Qingyun's eyes.

"Why did you get up?" He came over in two or three steps, and covered his shoulders with the thin blanket that had fallen on the bed, wrapped his body that had lost a lot of weight due to illness, and put a ball on the wooden board behind him soft cloth.

The injury didn't feel painful when moved, if it wasn't for the fact that it was actually burning, Han Qingyun couldn't believe that his life was in danger.

"I'm probably the first Chunyang who was killed by a few flowers and plants in troubled times." Han Qingyun tried to smile at him, and felt his throat was so dry and hot that he was about to burn.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You are sick now because you are injured and too tired." Mo Zhiqi frowned, pretending to punch him on the forehead, rubbed his fingers on his hot forehead, and then gently ran along his hair Si rubbed her hands, "Besides, what's the point of having a fever?"

Wan Hua's hands were cold and comfortable, while Han Qingyun felt dizzy, but felt a little relieved: "I heard everything you said."

"Bah, that's a quack doctor." Mo Zhiqi spat lightly in disdain.

How can there be such a teammate, Han Qingyun smiled weakly, looked at the triangular tents set up around, thought for a while and said: "This is the camp of the doctors?"

"Well, it's not far from Hukou, and it's also next to the town, so it's easy to cure your illness." Mo Zhiqi replied.

"Where's the mouth of the pot?"

"There are not many Spikes chasing there, your senior brother and the others can solve it, don't worry about it."

Han Qingyun could hear the anger in his words, so he could only nod his head: "A few days ago, I seemed to hear you saying that this place is also going to be evacuated?"

"The doctor said you can't move now." Mo Zhiqi quickly came to a conclusion, wrung out a piece of cold cloth from the bucket, and stuck it on his forehead as he spoke.

"I can't..." Han Qingyun shivered from the cold water, and immediately regained his consciousness, looking at him solemnly, "But you can."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere between the two suddenly froze.

Mo Zhiqi suddenly opened his eyes wide and his face became extremely gloomy. He just stared at him for a while, then straightened up suddenly, and said fiercely to him: "Han Qingyun, you dare to let me go? Believe it or not, I am so angry that you are going to die. Never see you again in my life?!"

"I..." It was rare for Han Qingyun to see him so vicious, and he was so blocked that he couldn't speak. After a long while, he said softly, "It will take 100 years...not everyone will be so lucky."

Mo Zhiqi touched the darkness in his eyes, instantly softened his mind, sat down beside him, and sighed: "...If you are not here, what's the point of remaining 'lucky' years?"

As their eyes intertwined, Wan Hua's desolate eyes burned people's heart and lungs aching, as if it was more uncomfortable than being blocked by the fragrance of flowers.Han Qingyun pressed the cloth scarf on his forehead, and suddenly felt so sad.

Mo Zhiqi said more than once that life is boring, he is always in high spirits, it is hard to imagine him being bored.

But he really will, just because he's not there.

"Han Qingyun." Mo Zhiqi stretched out the back of his hand again worriedly, and pressed against his hot cheek, shaking his head in disappointment as expected, "You say I'm learning the scriptures now, is there still time?"

"...It's too late." Han Qingyun's throat choked up, and he moved his chapped lips, but he still said it.

Mo Zhiqi drooped his brows and eyes, shrunk his sleeves and sat back, smiling uglier than crying: "Isn't it too late to fight you?"

"Ah."

"Then I... won't tease you anymore, okay?"

"Row."

"I won't fool you anymore."

"……Um."

"After you get better, you can cultivate immortality, and you can also marry another girl."

"..." Han Qingyun was a little dizzy from the fever, and he couldn't help opening his eyes when he heard him say that, and sat up a little while he was chattering.

"I don't want you to marry me again, okay?"

"……not good."

Mo Zhiqi's rambling stopped abruptly, he was startled, and raised his face to look at him in confusion: "What did you say?"

"Not good." Han Qingyun swallowed, trying to speak clearly, "I promise you now, is there still time?"

Mo Zhiqi was completely stunned, staring blankly at his face that was already reddened by the high fever, not daring to blink, for fear that he would regret it the next moment.

Han Qingyun also stared at him intently, the pent-up emotions dissipated with the words that came out, and now he was indescribably calm.

After a while, Mo Zhiqi finally breathed a sigh of relief, smiled wryly and shook his head: "It's too late." Then he leaned over and leaned on the wooden plank on his shoulders as a hug, "Unless you get better."

He took off the warm towel from his forehead and pressed it against his forehead, the corners of his gorgeous eyes were so close that they filled his sight.Han Qingyun exhaled a breath of hot air, brushed away his long hanging hair, and nodded slightly.

Only then was Mo Zhiqi satisfied, and kissed his forehead lightly with the corner of her mouth bent.

Cold lips pressed against his forehead, Han Qingyun closed his eyes slightly in the strong medicinal fragrance, and suddenly felt that the fever had subsided a lot.The thin blanket that wraps itself is warm, like the flames that step on hand in hand.