let me be quiet

Chapter 74 Acacia to the bone

Wu Changsu rubbed his chin against Tang Wei'er's exquisite earlobe, his breath was icy cold, making her feel no warmth at all.

"Don't, don't kill him, okay?"

She lowered her eyelids, letting her underwater hands move from her belly to her thighs.

"I know you can't bear it, but how can I have the heart for you to gouge out your heart and blood every day?" He pressed against her shoulder and licked it.

Her brain was gradually blurring, she lied in his arms, and continued: "It's okay, I'm willing to feed you for the rest of my life, as long as we are still alive, there will always be hope."

"...What's more, I still have to borrow his hand to cancel Prince Yu's marriage, don't I?"

His body was icy, but she was hot as if being filtered by an electric shock, her cheeks were red.

"You won't really have our child, will you?"

He suddenly pulled her back and asked, with a serious look on his face.

She slightly raised her eyes to look at him, her wonderful eyes hurt: "If there is really one, if he doesn't show up, if Lord Yu asks me to marry him at a certain date, what will you do?"

After the rose petals are full of water, they become alive in pieces. The water vapor turns into honey beads, and the dark red petals are covered with dark red petals.

He was silent in a pool of fragrant mist for a long time, and his hands under the water wrapped around his slender waist, and placed her on his thighs: "Leave Los Angeles with me, are you willing?"

She bit her lip, her whole body was weakened, and she leaned against his not-so-broad chest: "You, you know very well, I can't, leave, leave my family behind, why do you want me to make such... a choice?"

He was acting recklessly, but in the end his body was icy cold, even such a warm and comfortable bath could not warm him properly.

"Then what should I do? Do you want me to get rid of Prince Yu? I also hate the appearance of being neither human nor ghost, Wei'er, tell me, what should I do?"

His helpless tone was like the rippling water rhythmically shaking a pool of bright red rose petals.

She couldn't help herself, completely lost control, her fingertips sank deep into the wet hair to cover her pale back: "No need, you do it, I, yes, it's arranged."

He quickened his underwater movements: "Wei'er, I wish I could give you a sweet orange like that silly boy, but what I gave you was all sour..."

He hugged her tightly, showing a sad face: "Why don't you break this concentric lock, let me die or turn into a monster, you should have a better life."

Tang Wei'er closed her eyes, blushed anxiously, and frowned twice, when she heard this, she pushed him away like a thunderbolt, "Wu Changsu, what did you say?"

He froze, with mist dripping from his long and narrow eyebrows: "...I hope you can live a good life, there is no need to carry so much for me, a monster, you are a daughter..."

"Enough, Wu Changsu... Do you know that I will die without you? I can do anything for you, I am not afraid of anything, whether you are a monster or a human, I cannot lose you, do you understand?"

After a pause, tears glistened in her eyes: "I don't care about daughters or daughters, I just love you purely, and I am willing to give my all for you, I just hope, and you don't give up."

If even you give up, what will the rest of my life be like? I give my only heart to you. Are you going to make me a bloodless Tang Wei'er?

He looked at her quietly for a while, he didn't know whether it was mist or tears in his eyes, he suddenly splashed over and held her tightly in his arms: "Silly Weier, why do you love me?"

She let him hug her, shaking off the crystals between her eyelashes: "...everything about you."

His heart collapsed. He originally wanted to break up with her. He thought that the half-demon half-spiritual boy might be more suitable for his Wei'er, but when he really faced her, he still couldn't help but say his heartless words. words come.

"Alive, let us all live well."

The four lips are attached together, two thin and cold, and two small and fiery.

"……give me."

"what?"

"We should have a child. Such a life is perfect."

"……Um."

A pool of rose petals was swayed by thousands of waves, and a couple of beauties could no longer tell who was who in the mist. The night's fragrance disturbed the veil of candlelight in the boudoir, and buried it in the small courtyard of the high-walled wooden building. Except for the stars that day, there is no one. known.

……

The next day, the sunshine ushered in a new wind, blowing open the small windows of the inn, and giving a touch of warmth to the trembling legs on the rosewood door cover frame with carved copper holes.

Qian Yitong suffered from insomnia, he hugged his sword, stared at the copper hole in the bed cover and counted all night, he counted twelve times over and over again, but each time the number he counted was not right.

Because when he counted halfway, it was the lingering beauty of the flower demon who raised his clear face again, that lazy black hair that seemed to be tied forever, that smile that was shallow and lingering but not painful. It twitches heartstrings without itching.

This made him restless and restless, and finally stayed up until dawn. He wanted to go to wash and have breakfast, but he was paralyzed on the bed and didn't want to move for a moment. Rooted.

After the sun came in, he lowered his gaze a little bit, and with his eyelids folded, he aimed his pupils at the shadow folded through the hollow copper holes all over the wall.

A transfigured white pigeon flew in silently carrying Qingyao's starlight, and landed on his wrist, he raised his eyelids.

It's the master's reply.

Oh, I still have business to do, how can I have so much time to worry about gains and losses.

Pulling up hurriedly, grabbed the white pigeon, and gently touched the Taoism, and there was already a letter in his hand.

A few simple words: There will be a catastrophe in Los Angeles, see you in the afternoon at the south gate of the city.

Master is going out?

He hastily put on his outer shirt, straightened his appearance, and still held his well-behaved Taoist head, recalling how he tied his hair in front of the bronze mirror yesterday, passing by with a half-faced wry smile.

How deep is this poison?

After grooming hastily and settled the rent, he took Lord Yu's horse. This inn is on the outskirts of the city, not far from the Tang Mansion. He ran around the city a few times yesterday, and passed by the Tang Mansion in the middle of the night for no reason. Finally, he didn't have the courage to buckle the door. Zhuse gate, had to go to the inn ahead, make do for one night.

He was afraid of bumping into Huali, so he made a detour, and he was afraid of missing Huali. He could clearly hear the words of the man underwater under the moonlight the night before: The two men brought back by your younger brother are half-demons. If the half-spiritual body can eat his heart, it can cure my body from being poisoned.

What will happen to the dead flower demon now?He even said he wanted to protect him, but he doesn't care about my protection, forget it, whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me, why should I think so much?

After walking a few miles restlessly, I saw a medical clinic. Maybe I should go and take the medicine?

So he tied up his horse and went into the hospital.

The walls are full of dark multi-grid wooden cabinets, with sharp-edged seal labels pasted on the grid doors, and the smell of medicine is pungent. The thick-bottomed ebony counter is old, and two medicine boys are busy behind the counter with the old man.

Qian Yitong knocked on the counter: "I see a doctor."

The baby-faced boy with an immature face threw down the weighing scale and greeted him with a smile: "May I ask what's wrong with this gentleman?"

Glancing at the slow-moving old man behind him, he asked the boy, "Are you a doctor?"

The boy was a little embarrassed: "I have won the master's true biography, as long as it is not an intractable disease, I can catch the medicine."

"Coincidentally, I have an intractable disease, let the old man come over."

He didn't want to talk to a man who looked innocent, even though the other party was a boy, which reminded him of the flower demon all the time.

The drug boy could only shake his head, and went to help the old master over, obviously there were only a few dozen steps, but the old man insisted on working hard for half a stick of incense, seeing Qian Yitong as a heartbroken man.

It took me a long time to get to the counter, and trembling, I found half of the eye of the round frame, and then I took Qian to feel the pulse.

After pressing for a long time on the light bronze-colored wrist with blue veins and strong bones, he slowly rubbed his beard: "What's your name, sir?"

Qian Yitong almost vomited blood: "Wan your surname is Qian."

"Oh, my name is Chen. How is your father?"

I came to see a doctor, why did you ask about my father?

"Okay,...well, my illness?"

The old man pressed his pulse again, and rubbed his beard with one hand: "As long as your father is okay, okay, okay."

Qian Yitong looked at the boy standing next to him, and the boy just smiled and said nothing.

I had to ask again: "Old doctor, what is my illness?"

"Your pulse is unstable, your mood is restless, and your face is tired. I'm afraid you haven't slept all night?" the old man said slowly.

Hey, there are two tricks.

"Can it be cured?"

The old man sighed: "You are deeply in love, if you want to cure it, you need heart medicine."

He was startled suddenly, is this lovesickness?Do men fall in love too?

how could be?He and I never started at all, how could it be possible?

After being stunned for a long time, he smiled, showing his white teeth: "Hehehe, I don't even have a lover, so lovesickness? It's just ordinary insomnia, you can prescribe some medicine."

The old man carefully looked at his eyes through the half glass round mirror: "In your mind, is there really no one?"

For the first time in his life, he felt panicked when he was watched by others, and he said impatiently: "If you say no, you won't have it. Hurry up and prescribe the medicine, I'm in a hurry."

The old man shook his head and muttered: "Young people nowadays are really weird. They lie a lot about love. The little girl has no children but she says she has children, and the young man said she has no children when she is in lovesickness."

The trembling old hand took out an orange thin bamboo tobacco rod from under the counter, and dropped it on the shiny old ebony counter: "This is a smoke, it has a hypnotic effect, if you can't forget it, take two puffs, and you can sleep well."

"..."

Qian Yitong scratched his head: "Can't you prescribe ordinary sleep-regulating medicine?"

The old man patted his strong and broad chest from across the counter: "Your body is different from ordinary people, and ordinary medicine won't work."

"..."

I was stunned for a long time: "Okay, how much silver?"

The old man stretched out his old hand and slapped: "Five..."

"Ten taels?"

The old man nodded, the eyes surrounded by wrinkles under the lens did not have too many waves, but looked like a mirror.

Qian Yitong dug out his pocket, only got three ingots of ingots: "How about 30 taels? I only have these now."