Chapter 222 The Cold Buddhist Girl and the Sinister Young City Lord 18
At first Shen Suyuan thought he was overworking himself and was hallucinating, then he saw Cha Jiu standing at the door.
But he blinked several times and the other person was still there.
It's not an illusion.
In that instant, he seemed to hear flowers blooming all over the sky.
The originally cold thin lips could not help but curl up, but then they were forced down...
Oops, can’t suppress it.
Shen Suyuan's expression became strange because of this. His eyes were cold and fierce, as if he was smiling but not smiling, which was very creepy.
The adults in the study felt a chill down their spines and quickly found an excuse to leave.
The eldest young lady left at some point.
Cha Jiu looked at Shen Suyuan. His face looked a little pale, and his originally thin chin looked thinner and sharper than before.
It must have been a serious illness.
But it's definitely not a plague.
Shen Suyuan was obviously very happy in his heart, but he pretended to be indifferent on the surface: "When will Master Yu Jing come back?"
It’s all because those carrier pigeons raised in Qingzhou are useless.
In the past two months, Chajiu has been in a remote area, and the carrier pigeons can no longer fly over.
Shen Suyuan was extremely worried as he hadn't heard from Cha Jiu in the past half month. He couldn't eat or taste anything and didn't know when Cha Jiu would come back.
Cha Jiu said, "I came back today. I heard that Mr. Shen was ill, so I came to see him."
When Shen Suyuan heard this, he felt even sweeter.
But thinking of the plague everywhere in Qingzhou, his brows furrowed again: "It's not safe here, I'll send someone to take you out of the city..."
Before he could finish, Cha Jiu closed her eyes, her body went limp, and she fainted in front of him.
Shen Suyuan was stunned, then quickly caught her.
System: “Hmm, so sudden.”
Cha Jiu: "If I don't pass out in time, I'll be packed out of town."
Cha Jiu used the pseudo-sickness medicine in advance.
Shen Suyuan hugged her soft and hot body and saw the abnormal blush on her face.
"Master Yu Jing"
No response.
He touched her forehead again, which was hot.
She has a fever.
Shen Suyuan was suddenly panic-stricken and immediately sent someone to invite the doctor from his house.
The plague was raging and everyone was in danger. Doctors rushed to take the patient's pulse, but they could only wrap their mouths and noses with white cloth and feel the patient's pulse from a distance by hanging a thread.
Shen Suyuan, however, was not afraid at all. He sat beside the bed, holding Cha Jiu's hand and guarding her closely.
"Is it a plague?" Shen Suyuan was nervous.
After the doctor finished examining the patient, he said, "It's not the plague. It's just that you've overworked your body, and your qi and blood are insufficient. The evil wind has entered your body, causing the fever."
Only then did Shen Suyuan breathe a sigh of relief.
Shen Qi said, "Master Yu Jing is on the road every day. In order to save time, he eats only water and dry food, and only takes a nap for an hour or two. Naturally, his body can't bear it."
"What's more, she rode for several hours and when she heard that you were sick, she didn't even get off her horse and galloped over to you without taking a break."
Shen Suyuan held Cha Jiu's hand tightly, his chest feeling extremely sore.
He was happy, after all, Cha Jiu had a place for him in his heart.
But he also felt extremely sad for the suffering she had endured.
The maid quickly brought the prepared medicine.
But Cha Jiu's food was burnt into a mess, and his teeth were clenched tightly, so he couldn't feed any medicine at all.
The maid was helpless.
"Give me the bowl." Shen Suyuan took the medicine bowl, carefully blew to cool the medicine in the spoon, and clumsily but carefully fed it to Cha Jiu.
But the medicine still flowed out, not a drop entered the mouth.
Shen Suyuan quickly caught the medicine with his hands to avoid wetting Cha Jiu's clothes.
The servants in the room were all surprised.
They had never seen the young city lord treat others so patiently and properly.
Shen Qi waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave, and he closed the door when he left.
Cha Jiu's face became redder and redder, her brows were tightly knitted, and her breathing became rapid and burning.
It looks awful.
Shen Suyuan's heart was also tightened. He handed the spoon to Cha Jiu's lips again and coaxed: "Jiang Yu, drink the medicine obediently, okay?"
No response.
Seeing that the medicine in his hand was getting colder and colder, Shen Suyuan no longer hesitated. He took a sip of the medicine and kissed Cha Jiu's lips.
The pink lips that were always plump and juicy in the past have now become dehydrated and peeling due to the high fever.
Shen Suyuan was particularly compassionate when he kissed her.
He pried open the teacup's teeth and passed the bitter medicine in, then used a gentle kiss to smooth out the dryness and roughness on the pale lips.
This method is very effective.
After a few sips, Cha Jiu obediently absorbed all the medicine without leaking a drop.
Shen Suyuan looked at the empty medicine bowl, and even felt a little... unsatisfied.
I never knew that the bitter and unpalatable medicine could one day become so sweet.
…
Perhaps the effect of the medicine started to take effect, and Cha Jiu's expression didn't look so painful anymore.
Shen Suyuan wet the soft towel again, walked back to the bed, and leaned over to cover her forehead.
Cha Jiu's long eyelashes suddenly trembled slightly, and she opened her hazy eyes.
She stared at the face leaning over her, her eyes blank and confused, as if she didn't know what day it was.
Like it was burnt.
"Shen Suyuan" Her voice was still clear, but a little hoarse and confused.
Shen Suyuan was slightly stunned.
It was the first time he heard Cha Jiu call his name.
But what surprised him even more was yet to come.
I saw Cha Jiu raise his arm and gently stroke his face with his palm.
Her breath was hot, carrying the bitter aroma of medicine: "You are sick."
"..." Shen Suyuan knew that she was confused, but he still patiently replied: "It's not me, it's you who is sick."
"They said you had the plague." Cha Jiu's eyelashes trembled. "I was worried when I heard that."
These words were like a severe blow to Shen Suyuan's heart.
His big hand covered her thin white arm, his eyes fixed on the person under him: "Why are you worried?"
"I'm worried that you will die." Cha Jiu said.
"Why in this chaotic world, your people die every day...but why are you worried about me?" Shen Suyuan continued to ask.
He had the answer he wanted to hear.
But this question seemed to stump Cha Jiu.
Her head was dizzy and thinking seemed to have become a difficult task.
Shen Suyuan knew that this critical state between wakefulness and drowsiness would be like a dream, and Cha Jiu would completely forget all these things after waking up.
So he was brave enough to ask the question in his mind.
"Jiang Yu, do you like me a little bit?"
Cha Jiu closed his eyes.
Her voice was no longer as clear and rational as when she was sober. It was soft and velvety now: "I don't know."
"All I know is that when I heard you had the plague, I wanted to come see you."
"When I saw the relic that could save your life being destroyed, I was very angry and unwilling, but these seven emotions and six desires are not what a cultivator should have."
Her tone became more ashamed: "I secretly set up a longevity tablet for you in the meditation room, using my merits to exchange for a hundred years of your life. I feel ashamed of the Buddha because my merits gave rise to selfish desires."
"I am still stubborn and want to escape the karma of the mortal world. I must find the new relic for you to save you from the curse."
The more he listened, the more Shen Suyuan was shocked.
He held Cha Jiu's palm to his lips and gave it a pious kiss: "That's enough."
He knew the answer.
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I'll kowtow to everyone and try my best to write 6000 words tomorrow.
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