Gu Qingyin took the teapot, thanked him, and then closed the door again
They had been to the bamboo building for a day. Han Jinqing had a high fever when she arrived. She kept staying by the bed, soaked her towel and puffed it on his forehead.
She felt that she was hugging her arms when she fell, and her body was no longer cold, no longer lonely, and she fell into the darkness without even feeling any pain.
She looked at his pale face as jade, her eyes swept through his delicate facial features one by one. After a long time, she tucked the corners of the quilt for him, took the no longer cold towel from his forehead, turned around and soaked it in a copper basin, raised the back of her hand, and wiped the wetness from the corners of her eyes hard.
The wound on his arm has been retreated by the old man, but the fall on his leg was not treated because he had a high fever. The old man just said he would wait for him to survive.
The sky gradually darkened, and the old man's wife brought in again, and Gu Qingyin thanked him softly.
The old man's surname is Song and he and his wife have lived in Ziyun Mountain for more than 20 years.
This was what Mrs. Song told her when she first arrived. She barely swallowed a few mouthfuls of food while listening. Mrs. Song spoke very slowly, her voice was as hoarse as the old man, but she was still happy to talk to Gu Qingyin.
Gu Qingyin is very grateful to the old couple. If it weren't for them, she wouldn't know if she could be killed, let alone Han Jinqing was seriously injured.
She didn't dare to think about it anymore, but she couldn't eat. She put the plate aside, her heart was tied to Han Jinqing's body.
She couldn't tell what kind of emotions she had about Han Jinqing. She was grateful for him for sacrificing himself to save him in a critical moment, and she also complained about him impulsively acting without regard for the consequences
How important is his position in the court? If he really causes turmoil in the court for her, what should he do if he really has a good or bad situation for her.
But Han Jinqing has never been an impulsive person. She was confused and bypassed this reason.
Since she woke up, she never closed her eyes again. At this time, the green bamboos outside the window were shaking gently, and the candle shadows in the room were faint, and a burst of tiredness came. She lay on the edge of the bed and fell asleep.
Han Jinqing was in a drowsy state, and felt a heat and coldness on her body, and her arms were as painful as a needle prick.
He frowned uneasyly, slowly opened his eyes, and after adapting to the faint light in the room, he saw Gu Qingyin sleeping beside the bed with her long hair scattered.
Her face was dark and her face looked a little haggard
She didn't have a very good color at all. She looked like she was forced to do so. Her thin lips curled up slightly and she smiled faintly.
What's good about her? Is she the courage to be an enemy of him? Or is she the stubborn and unwilling to bow her head? Or is she the arrogance she never disdains to cater to?
He doesn't know, he really doesn't know
Feelings are extremely strange to him
He is always focused and nostalgic, only power
From having nothing to being powerful, he couldn't bear to leave it and enjoyed it. He liked to deal with the officialdom, knew the way to survive in the struggle for power, enjoyed the joy of strategizing and winning thousands of miles.
He has seen many women, but Gu Qingyin is outstanding, but she is definitely not the best
But, from when, her words and deeds, and even a subtle expression change, deeply affected him. She could easily influence his emotions, which made him very uneasy.
He began to get rid of this inexplicable emotional fluctuation with indifferent and cold treatment, but he didn't want to put himself in a more irritable situation
The smile on his lips gradually widened, and he stretched out his uninjured hand and gently stroked her cheek.
The pain in his body seemed to be relieved in such reverie. He felt that it was quite magical. No medicine could compare to her after all.
Following her off the cliff, he admitted that it was an impulse. Even if he was as calm as he was, he had only time to make a rough judgment at such a critical moment, but he did not regret it. If he did it again, he would still choose to embrace her.
The door was pushed open, making a creaking sound, and Song Dingkun, whose hair and beard were white, walked in.
They had been to the bamboo building for a day. Han Jinqing had a high fever when she arrived. She kept staying by the bed, soaked her towel and puffed it on his forehead.
She felt that she was hugging her arms when she fell, and her body was no longer cold, no longer lonely, and she fell into the darkness without even feeling any pain.
She looked at his pale face as jade, her eyes swept through his delicate facial features one by one. After a long time, she tucked the corners of the quilt for him, took the no longer cold towel from his forehead, turned around and soaked it in a copper basin, raised the back of her hand, and wiped the wetness from the corners of her eyes hard.
The wound on his arm has been retreated by the old man, but the fall on his leg was not treated because he had a high fever. The old man just said he would wait for him to survive.
The sky gradually darkened, and the old man's wife brought in again, and Gu Qingyin thanked him softly.
The old man's surname is Song and he and his wife have lived in Ziyun Mountain for more than 20 years.
This was what Mrs. Song told her when she first arrived. She barely swallowed a few mouthfuls of food while listening. Mrs. Song spoke very slowly, her voice was as hoarse as the old man, but she was still happy to talk to Gu Qingyin.
Gu Qingyin is very grateful to the old couple. If it weren't for them, she wouldn't know if she could be killed, let alone Han Jinqing was seriously injured.
She didn't dare to think about it anymore, but she couldn't eat. She put the plate aside, her heart was tied to Han Jinqing's body.
She couldn't tell what kind of emotions she had about Han Jinqing. She was grateful for him for sacrificing himself to save him in a critical moment, and she also complained about him impulsively acting without regard for the consequences
How important is his position in the court? If he really causes turmoil in the court for her, what should he do if he really has a good or bad situation for her.
But Han Jinqing has never been an impulsive person. She was confused and bypassed this reason.
Since she woke up, she never closed her eyes again. At this time, the green bamboos outside the window were shaking gently, and the candle shadows in the room were faint, and a burst of tiredness came. She lay on the edge of the bed and fell asleep.
Han Jinqing was in a drowsy state, and felt a heat and coldness on her body, and her arms were as painful as a needle prick.
He frowned uneasyly, slowly opened his eyes, and after adapting to the faint light in the room, he saw Gu Qingyin sleeping beside the bed with her long hair scattered.
Her face was dark and her face looked a little haggard
She didn't have a very good color at all. She looked like she was forced to do so. Her thin lips curled up slightly and she smiled faintly.
What's good about her? Is she the courage to be an enemy of him? Or is she the stubborn and unwilling to bow her head? Or is she the arrogance she never disdains to cater to?
He doesn't know, he really doesn't know
Feelings are extremely strange to him
He is always focused and nostalgic, only power
From having nothing to being powerful, he couldn't bear to leave it and enjoyed it. He liked to deal with the officialdom, knew the way to survive in the struggle for power, enjoyed the joy of strategizing and winning thousands of miles.
He has seen many women, but Gu Qingyin is outstanding, but she is definitely not the best
But, from when, her words and deeds, and even a subtle expression change, deeply affected him. She could easily influence his emotions, which made him very uneasy.
He began to get rid of this inexplicable emotional fluctuation with indifferent and cold treatment, but he didn't want to put himself in a more irritable situation
The smile on his lips gradually widened, and he stretched out his uninjured hand and gently stroked her cheek.
The pain in his body seemed to be relieved in such reverie. He felt that it was quite magical. No medicine could compare to her after all.
Following her off the cliff, he admitted that it was an impulse. Even if he was as calm as he was, he had only time to make a rough judgment at such a critical moment, but he did not regret it. If he did it again, he would still choose to embrace her.
The door was pushed open, making a creaking sound, and Song Dingkun, whose hair and beard were white, walked in.
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