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Chapter 21 victory or defeat

Chapter 21 wins and losses

On the second day, oh no, it was midnight, Yuebai caught Fang Siming who was about to leave quietly.He insisted on helping Fang Siming fasten his clothes and tie his girdle before lying down and continuing to sleep.Before falling asleep, he managed to get a kiss, which was printed on his forehead.

After waking up again, Yuebai fell into a rare busyness. He held his breath and wanted to study the preliminary dosage and defects of the holy medicine before Fang Siming came back.

Day and night, he managed to write a whole prescription of the holy medicine, and found out that the holy medicine had serious flaws based on his personal experience of tasting it several times.Accidentally using too much will not only fail to achieve the purpose of controlling people, but also easily make people stupid or die suddenly.

Lin Qinghui wrote down the prescription on Yuebai and handed it to the people left behind by Fang Siming, and the next day when he asked them to hand it to Zhu Wengui came.She came to take him to see Zhu Wengui.

It was a small courtyard, and it should only be Zhu Wengui's temporary residence.Lin Qinghui greeted him outside the door and led him in.Walking all the way through the yard, there seems to be nothing special except that there are many trees, flowers and rockeries.Yuebai's ability to listen to voices and argue his position doesn't have the internal strength of a master, so he can only rely on his vague senses to guess that there are countless people hiding in the corners of the courtyard, seemingly calm but murderous.

Lin Qinghui was wearing a goose yellow dress, with metal ornaments on her fingers around her waist, so no matter how exquisite her figure was and how graceful her steps were, she still had a quack air.Even though she has a beautiful appearance, every frown and smile is graceful and graceful, she can't stop her neatness in her style.

She had a thorough understanding of Yuebai's personality, and she didn't say a word other than the introduction that should have been given along the way.When she arrived in front of the door where two subordinates in black were standing guard, one on the left and one on the right, she smiled inexplicably, and said: "It's just a coincidence that the master is here, and it just so happens that the young master is back."

Yuebai glanced at her, but couldn't taste the meaning of her smile.He subconsciously quickened his pace and replied, "It's a coincidence."

Seeing Lin Qinghui's two black-clothed guards holding swords in salute outside the door, Lin Qinghui went in first to ask the old pavilion master for instructions before opening the door to let Yuebai in.

As soon as Yuebai entered the door, her gaze was firmly glued to the floor, to be precise, it was the person kneeling on the floor.As long as he met someone once, even if he just passed by on the street, he could accurately recall how many moles had grown on that person's face.It's not surprising that he recognizes a person, but it's strange that he doesn't.

But the person kneeling there now is a person who doesn't need to remember, and doesn't need to be picked up from the same memory. He himself is the color in those black and white paintings.Now the man was kneeling on the cold floor with his head down and one knee, and the black mass seemed to be just a shadow.The hem of his clothes was slightly water-stained, and there were fragments of tea and white porcelain cups beside him.

Yuebai could smell the faint smell of blood that could not go away in the air.

He lost weight and got hurt.These two points of knowledge alone were enough for Yuebai to turn cold, and walked straight to Fang Siming's side regardless.

Yuebai grabbed Fang Siming's wrist, Fang Siming hung his head and said nothing.Yuebai was about to check his pulse when he heard an old voice from the seat: "The evil doctor is a great driver, I am too far away to welcome you."

What should be done at this time?It is said to be cooperation, but Zhu Wengui, as the master of a pavilion, should salute and report to the house as soon as Yuebai enters the door.It's a pity that Yue Bai is not in the mood now.

Without saying a word, he took out a bottle of medicine from his sleeve, held the pills and handed them to Fang Siming's tightly closed lips: "There are a lot of internal injuries and external injuries, Mr. Fang's medical skills are learned in vain, or is it my medicine bag?" Leucorrhea. I don’t know if I’m thinking about eating.”

Fang Siming knelt on the ground, he didn't move or speak, he bowed silently at Zhu Wengui's feet, almost humble in respect.

There was a wordless silence in the room, and the drop of a needle could be heard.Yuebai held the pill and was silent for a moment, then took the veil and poured the powder on Fang Siming's forehead wound.Fang Siming turned his head to hide.

Yuebai couldn't speak for a moment, Zhu Wengui gave an old and majestic order in the silence: "Siming, come here."

Fang Siming obediently stood up, lowered his head and stood beside Zhu Wengui, his voice hoarse: "Father."

"The dog's failure to do things made my husband see the joke. Siming, it's not polite." Zhu Wengui took the new tea brought by Lin Qinghui, lifted the lid of the tea unhurriedly, and took a few sips.

Fang Siming's injury was in his waist, and when he bent over, blood overflowed from his flesh.He saluted and said, "Sir, I just laughed."

Yuebai gritted his teeth and endured it so as not to rush forward, suppressing the anger in his heart, he unconsciously clenched the handkerchief tightly in his palm.Okay, okay, isn't it just a gift, it doesn't matter if he does it.

Yuebai stood in the middle of the room, bent over and saluted: "Pavilion Master, I have long admired you."

He is no match for this person.

Lin Qinghui stood on Zhu Wengui's left, Fang Siming stood on his right, and they faced Yuebai.Yuebai stood in the middle of the room, with scattered tea leaves and Fang Siming's blood at his feet.

Loving someone more or less requires a reason.Even a sense of nothing, or a quick glance in the street, is a reason.And Yuebai once said that he saw himself in Fang Siming's eyes.

Of course he knew that Fang Siming was only satisfied with his father.It's just that he didn't expect that the gap between the first and second is the difference between heaven and earth.Fang Siming was not allowed to think at all when making choices, he would only have one answer.Unfortunately, it's not Yuebai.

He calculated the time when Fang Siming would come back, and caught up with the development time day and night, but he didn't expect that his first contest with Zhu Wengui would be so miserable before Fang Siming.

He knew that he and Zhu Wengui were with Fang Siming, and Zhu Wengui must win.But in this case, it turned out that he was so far away from Zhu Wengui's position in Fang Siming without hesitation.He even felt that he might spend his entire life unable to increase his weight to the same weight as Zhu Wengui.

Yuebai stood and talked with Zhu Wengui for half an hour, and Fang Siming waited beside Zhu Wengui in a humble guarding posture for half an hour.It wasn't until Zhu Wengui said he was tired and asked Fang Siming to go down to treat his injuries that Fang Siming was pardoned by him and left.Lin Qinghui sent Yuebai out. She played with the sharp metal weapon in her hand and said with a smile: "Our young master is really a filial person. I have never seen anyone who is more filial than him. Sir, do you think so?"

It was raining lightly outside, like silk.Yuebai bent over and stepped on the stool, he smiled lightly: "Mrs. Lin knows that there is a saying in the world, "Thousands of money can't buy me, I am happy". I can see clearly what kind of person he is."

You can see it clearly but you can't feel it.For example, Yuebai didn't expect that someone would come back earlier than him, still wearing the same black clothes with tea stains and blood stains on the hem.Fang Siming ran back and stood in the yard waiting for Yuebai without even bandaging the wound, not to mention treating the wound.

Yuebai almost laughed at him angrily.Pushing him into the room, applying medicine and changing clothes.Fang Siming cooperated very well, he would do whatever Yuebai asked him to do.It's just that the stubborn skin seemed to be cut with the knife on the abdomen, and I was stunned for a long time, unable to hold back a word.

While helping him clean up the wound on his forehead, Yuebai said, "What's wrong? Your throat is hurt too?"

Fang Siming was silent for a moment, looked at the busy Yuebai, and said in a hoarse voice: "The little doctor has cleared up again."

Yuebai smiled, and then he said politely with half truth and half falsehood: "It's nothing compared to you running around outside."

Fang Siming pursed his dry lips uncomfortably.Yuebai looked a little tired, and there were obvious bruises under her eyes.In the past few days, Qiuhu came up, he must be very hot and have no appetite.I didn't eat much at first, and I ate even less when I lost my appetite.

It's not that I have nothing to say to him.It's just that the back view of him passing through the banquet crowd desertedly, as if he had abandoned this world and traveled alone, was all in his mind over and over again.He couldn't hear the sound of wind or rain in his ears, it was all in the tone of Yuebai calmly saying the choice he wanted.So, he no longer dared to say a word.

Fang Siming knew that if he came again, thousands of times, he would still choose to stand behind Zhu Wengui, choose to maintain the majesty of his adoptive father, and choose to push Yuebai into an awkward position of bowing his head.So he couldn't say a word.

Yuebai took out the medicine again and let Fang Siming take it, and urged him to lie down on the bed.Fang Siming lay down on his back, watched Yuebai take off his shoes, covered him with a thin quilt, and lowered the bamboo curtains of the surrounding windows to block the skylight, creating a dark illusion suitable for rest.

Seeing that Fang Siming was still struggling, Yuebai sat down and covered his eyes with his hands, saying: "Young Pavilion Master, what else is there to do? If you have something, go there quickly, if you don't, then go to sleep quickly. Don't even think about being uncomfortable. It’s time to take a bath, and the wound should not get wet.”

Fang Siming's fingertips trembled, but he still grabbed Yuebai's hand and said, "Do you want to rest for a while, little doctor?"

"I don't want to be in the same bed with your gray body..." Before finishing speaking, Yuebai felt Fang Siming's palms tremble slightly.He paused, and his smile disappeared in an instant.

Yuebai moved her lips, feeling that she should be the one who should be wronged, why this person seems to be more wronged than herself.He said softly: "I'll go and make medicine for you, you should go to bed earlier."

Fang Siming still didn't let go of Yuebai's hand, Yuebai twitched, but didn't twitch.

"Little doctor, you should know that things like this will continue to happen today. Once, twice, three times..." Fang Siming seemed to have regained his usual calmness, and he slowly controlled himself to let go of his hand, his knuckles turned white due to the force.

"...Little doctor, I can't give you what you want from me. I'm a greedy evil spirit, I only want to get from you but I'm never ready to give. I don't have enough value for you...love." He His voice is cold, and his words are so rational that they are almost cold.

Yuebai frowned, her thin figure was extremely indifferent, like a ray of moonlight without warmth.He kicked off his shoes, got into Fang Siming's quilt, carefully avoided Fang Siming's wound, and finally hugged the stiff person and did not move.

He said: "You have already given it to me. Fang Siming, you have already given me what I want."

The room was very quiet, only the sound of rain hitting the window outside the window.

Yuebai huddled in Fang Siming's arms, his eyes were closed, maybe because he also felt that what he said was hypocritical.So he laughed and restrained his full friendship.He said: "You do what you want, I will do what I want. There is no conflict." Even if I have me, I am willing to compromise.

"I'm just annoyed at you, I don't know how to love myself. Seriously, I just don't want to see others hurt you. It's my fault that I was rude to the elders. Mr. Fang..." Yuebai tugged on Fang Siming's sleeve, "...You are the one, don't annoy me."

He can't afford this person's love.Fang Siming hugged Yuebai's back.Yuebai's body temperature was low, so he hugged him in his arms to keep him warm.

You shouldn't have dragged him into the mud.But he has already come into contact with the holy medicine, and his adoptive father will never let him leave safely.

Fang Siming closed his eyes, he had nothing to say.He could only go down the steps given by Yuebai.Then pretend that the contradiction never existed.

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