Xiu Yun did not step forward, wanting Jian Xun to calm down alone.
"Okay, okay, I won't bother you." He sat down at the table, put one hand on his cheek, and stared at Jian Xun's back leisurely.
"I... don't want to offend you." Jian Xun turned his back to Xiu Yun and did not dare to turn around, fearing that the other party would be able to see his desire at a glance.
"Then...will Xiao Lang come again tomorrow?" Xiu Yun asked.
Jian Xun immediately replied: "Yes!"
"That's good. Then I will understand Xiao Lang's intention." As he said that, Xiu Yun couldn't help but smile a little and said, "If Xiao Lang doesn't want me to see it, Let's go back early today."
Jian Xun heard the teasing tone in his words, and immediately felt his teeth itching. He didn't want Xiu Yun to see his joke in vain, he had to ask for something back.
So before Xiu Yun could react, Jian Xun had already turned around and quickly approached Xiu Yun.
Xiu Yun's pupils shrank suddenly. He didn't expect that Jian Xun would turn his army around, and he didn't even have time to observe the opponent's situation.
"You..."
Before he could finish his exclamation, Jian Xun had already stretched out a hand to cover his eyes, and bent down towards the side of his neck.
hiss--!
The lips and teeth were in contact with the skin on the side of the neck. A small piece of flesh was caught by the canine teeth, but he didn't bother to exert any force. After a moment, he let go and lightly licked it twice with the tip of his tongue.
Then Jian Xun let him go, and both of them could hear each other's breathing that suddenly became heavier.
Jian Xun leaned close to Xiu Yun's ear and whispered, "I'll come back tomorrow."
As soon as he finished speaking, the other person's breath left Xiu Yun in an instant.
Xiu Yun opened his eyes almost as soon as Jian Xun let go. However, because he had not seen light for a while, his eyes lost focus and he could only see the blurry figure of Jian Xun running away.
Xiu Yun looked at the wide open window, taking advantage of the moonlight, and stretched out his hand to touch the bitten place on his neck. It didn't hurt, but it seemed like there was a heat flowing through the whole body from that place that was not a wound.
His feet were a little weak, but he couldn't help but straighten his body.
"It's still a little tender," he murmured.
*
Jian Xun left the private room on the third floor almost in a hurry.
He considers himself not a good disciple, but somehow, even now, he still feels uncontrollable when he sees Xiu Yun.
He walked up and down the wall with a subtle expression, and his movements were a little unnatural. Finally, he stopped suddenly and stood on a hidden roof to blow the cold wind.
Sit down by the eaves of a house facing the wind, wait until the heat in your body drops, and all the messy desires in your mind fade away, then the strangeness of your body can return to normal.
Jian Xun then lifted his forehead hair, feeling a little worried. After a while, he suddenly remembered something.
The second time he and Xiu Yun met, he had this uncontrollable situation. At that time, he originally planned to go to a doctor he knew well to see if it was the lingering poison from Shangyuan's night.
As a result, he had a busy two days and had another quarrel with Xiu Yun, so Jian Xun forgot about it.
Today happened to catch up with the onset of the disease again, and he happened to have nothing to do, so Jian Xun decided to go for a walk.
He determined the route from a high place and rushed all the way to the medicine hall in the west of the city.
The afterglow of the Shangyuan Festival has disappeared, and Jiangcheng is unbelievably quiet tonight. Jian Xun walks through the sparsely populated streets and soon arrives at the entrance of the medicine hall.
After landing silently, he took a few steps forward, raised his hand and knocked on the door.
Through the window, he could see the darkness in the front hall of the medicine hall, but Jian Xun knew that the old doctor should not have fallen asleep at this time, so he patiently knocked a second time.
Before knocking on the door for the third time, the door of the medicine hall was finally opened from the inside. The old man holding a candlestick cursed and pushed the door open. When he looked up, he saw a familiar little ancestor standing at the door.
The old man's face suddenly darkened, and he thought something big had happened. However, after looking carefully, he found that although Jian Xun had sweat on his forehead, he did not look anxious, so he knew that the matter was not that urgent.
Suddenly he felt relieved, and while complaining, he invited Jian Xun in: "The door suddenly broke down at night. I thought the Marquis was ill again. Why did you come here alone? Is there anything else?"
I heard him mention it. Lord Marquis, Jian Xun paused slightly, her heart suddenly lifted, and she frowned and asked, "Has uncle sent someone to invite you? His illness should be stable in autumn..."
The old man put the candlestick in his hand. It was placed on the table in the hall. On top of it were the things he used to feel his pulse, a medicine box and a small pillow for his wrists. An open medical book was placed next to it. It seemed that the man was reading the medical book.
The old doctor said disgustedly: "Have you just remembered Master Hou's illness now? Seeing you ask like this, I guess you haven't been back to the Hou Mansion for a while, right? Master Hou is not ill, he just felt unwell a while ago, but it's nothing serious. No way."
Jian Xun felt relieved now, with an unnatural expression on his face.
He also went back to the Marquis Mansion often, but mostly in a hurry. His uncle was weak and sleepy due to illness, and was only awake for a few hours a day. Jian Xun only greeted him at the door of the bedroom every time. The two of them had different circumstances. Wrong, I haven't really seen each other for a long time.
"I've been back many times in the past month and a half."
The old doctor sneered, as if he didn't quite believe what Jian Xun said and just regarded it as an excuse.
He knew how much the Marquis valued this child, and he was always worried about him even when he was ill. However, Jian Xun was simply careless and annoyed the Marquis a lot.
The old doctor patted the table and urged: "If you are sick, treat yourself. If you are not sick, leave quickly. I don't have room to take you here."
"Yes." Jian Xun sat down at the table boldly and raised his hand to ask the old doctor to take his pulse. , and revealed his condition by the way: "I was poisoned a few days ago, and I still have symptoms from time to time."
The old doctor's face suddenly became serious, even a little ugly.
Putting the word "poison" together with Jian Xun gave the old doctor a headache. It always reminded him of some past events that he didn't want to look back on.
When he was young, he was favored by Marquis Jingxuan and had a good relationship with the Marquis's family. This young master was taken into the Marquis's care at a young age. Even if he was not of the Marquis's blood, the old doctor had to look after him for the Marquis.
It's just that every time Jian Xun came to look for him, he was basically too scarred to deal with it alone, so he came to him for help. Unexpectedly, this time, he even got poison on his body.
How unreasonable! Everyone told him to be more careful no matter what he did, but he was still careless! As a doctor, what I hate the most is patients who don't listen to advice.
"You're such a fool, you don't know how to be careful when doing things, how come you got poisoned?" The old man muttered and stretched out his hand, scolding him.
But he also knew that people who use poison are always ruthless and unpredictable. Jian Xun's ability to survive after being poisoned was considered to be a lucky one.
I don't know whether it was the poison that was not fatal, or whether it was the right time to take the detoxification pill.
The old doctor felt his pulse and touched his beard delicately, but hesitated to speak.
Jian Xun suddenly perked up and asked with a serious face, "But is there any lingering poison?"
"Master Jian, your body is as strong as an ox. You have neither lingering poison nor any other diseases. Are you in good health?" The doctor looked up at him suspiciously, suspecting that there was something wrong with Jian Xun's mind.
But judging from the pulse, where has this person been poisoned? Probably because of his martial arts practice, Jian Xun's pulse condition was even much stronger than that of an ordinary adult man.
When an old doctor meets this kind of person, he will usually leave a comment like a Taoist priest - a very tough life.
Judging from his many years of experience in practicing medicine, this kind of person has a higher chance of surviving even if he is seriously injured than ordinary people. The last person like this survived a fatal injury, and even became more vigorous after a few years of training.
Jian Xun was also confused and asked, "Did you take the wrong pulse?"
The old doctor was so angry that he puffed his beard and stared: "Nonsense! I have been a doctor for so many years and I have never taken the wrong pulse! Tell me! What did you do that day? What kind of poison did you get!"
Jian Xun suddenly choked, a little stunned, and his voice was a little weaker, and said: "...Hehuan Powder."
The old man didn't notice his shame, and touched his goatee, thinking After a moment, he said: "Hehuan Powder cannot be considered poison. No matter how heavy the weight is, it is still a fun addition to the house."
There are thousands of kinds of medicinal herbs and prescriptions in the world, and there are many uses for them. The old doctor is well-informed, so naturally he doesn't think there is anything worth avoiding about this matter.
The old doctor put down his hand to check the pulse and asked again: "Tell me, what are your symptoms when you have an emergency?"
Jian Xun's ears turned red uncontrollably, and he hesitated for a moment before saying, "As long as I see someone, I will be unable to control myself..."
The old doctor said: "..."
The old doctor looked him up and down, and then asked with a helpless expression: "Only that one person? Are there no other cats or dogs?"
Jian Xun said with certainty: "There is only one person."
The old doctor sighed, feeling strange. He naturally knew Jian Xun's background. He was born in a declining family, and was entrusted to Marquis Jingxuan by his biological father. In his early years, he was sent to an unknown place by the Marquis to practice martial arts. He rarely returned to Jiangcheng. During the New Year and festivals, I would go back to the Marquis Mansion to stay for a while.
Because they did not grow up next to the Marquis, the two were not actually close.
It was only when Jian Xun had achieved martial arts that he was picked up by his master from the deep mountains and old forests and returned to the Hou Mansion. At that time, Jian Xun was only fourteen or fifteen years old, but from then on it was easy for him to I was injured all over, and at that time I gradually became familiar with the old doctor.
The old doctor still doesn't know what Jian Xun is doing in a hurry every day. He is such a young man, but he always makes himself very miserable.
And Jian Xun is about to reach adulthood now, and he is still extremely green.
Among the young masters of the same age in Jiangcheng, many of them have children one and a half years old. Jian Xun is still like a young child. Just talking about things in the house makes him blush and his heart beats wildly.
From the old man's perspective, Jian Xun was not sent to learn martial arts. It was as if he was sent to be tonsured.
"Young Master is indeed ill." The old man sighed and the old god said.
Jian Xun immediately asked with a solemn expression, "What's the disease?"
The old man sighed again and said, "Lovesickness."
"If the young master has a sweetheart, let the Marquis prepare to find a matchmaker to hire him. If not, it is also a good choice to have a common roommate to calm things down. Don't be like a cucumber and make a fuss about any reaction on your body. , tell it and make people laugh."