Chapter 120: Unintentional Burning (Additional update 1/78 for Yan Shaofei of the Alliance!)
During the days when I was recovering from my injuries, I gritted my teeth and said nothing every day.
The curtain is always hung on the silver hook, and except when drinking medicine, there is always a distance between the two.
That kind of distance definitely doesn't exist only in this room, and it definitely doesn't stop at the five and a half steps from the bed to the tea table.
It was another night and Jiang Wang didn't know which day it was because he didn't know how long he had been unconscious and he had no way to communicate with others.
If you count from the day you woke up, you have taken the medicine for five days.
Like every day before, Miaoyu opened the door and walked in when the night was dark. She was still wearing a blue-grey monk's robe, wrapped her long hair with a monk's hat, and covered her face with a Bodhi mask.
Jiang Wang could roughly outline that appearance just by listening to the footsteps.
He had never been in such a long state of weakness in his life. He could only lie stiffly on the bed every day, slowly transporting Dao Yuan, silently nourishing his body, and waiting for it to get better.
Unable to practice, there is no spare time to explore the inner palace. Even if you study Taoism in your mind, you cannot expend too much energy. After thinking for a while, you have to rest for a while.
In addition, just listening to the footsteps, they get farther and farther away and then get closer.
Speaking of which, this should be his longest period of "rest". In the past, he had never slacked off in his practice, but now due to his physical condition, he could only move Tao Yuan and ponder Tao techniques intermittently, but could not do it.
More.
I spend a lot of time sleeping and a lot of time in a daze.
He was groggy when he was sleeping, and he was free and easy when he was in a daze.
Miaoyu walked into the house and lit a lamp as usual. The bronze lamp contained lamp oil boiled with mulberry resin, which was used to calm the mind and calm the mind, especially for those who were bedridden.
A single lantern illuminated the whole room softly.
She took out three bowls of boiled medicine from the storage box, and checked each one with a stick of bodywort.
The body-simulating grass is a treasure of medicine and has a very magical effect. After being contaminated with the patient's breath, it will simulate the patient's physical state. It is usually used to help patients test medicine, which can reflect the patient's state after taking the medicine to the greatest extent.
The herbal medicine was in good condition, and today's medicine was well prepared. Miaoyu calmly put it away.
After using Yuan Li to slightly adjust the temperature of the medicine, he took out a wooden tray, holding these three bowls of ugly-looking medicine, and walked to the bedside. One bowl was colorful and complex, one was pale green and fluorescent, and the other was
Dark as ink.
She looked at the strange and strange ones, and suddenly remembered the bowl of "soup" in the Black Bear Cave, and she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.
So I became more active.
The lotus steps move lightly, and the fragrant breeze turns slightly.
She walked to the bed with a beautiful gesture, and with one hand, she lifted Jiang Wang, who was lying down, against the head of the bed.
The smells of the three bowls of medicine were mixed together and compounded into an indescribably terrible smell. The smell was not only offensive to the nose, but also seemed to pierce the heart.
Jiang Wangna glanced at it, and his eyelids jumped twice involuntarily.
The corners of Miaoyu's mouth turned up again under the mask, but she still didn't speak. She just picked up one of the bowls and moved it towards Jiang Wang's lips.
Jiang Wang had already remembered the consequences of rejection clearly.
So I honestly opened my mouth.
There was more smile in Miaoyu's eyes, and she gently poured the bowl of ink-black medicine into it.
Gulu, Gulu.
Jiang Wang quickly swallowed it.
As determined as he is, his brows are already knitted together as tightly as iron bars.
Miaoyu's hand was very steady, and the second bowl of colorful medicine was brought.
Jiang Wang opened his mouth again with a look as if he was looking at death...
After downing three bowls in succession, she put away the medicine bowl and tray, picked up a handkerchief, and wiped the corners of Jiang Wang's mouth randomly.
Then he grabbed Jiang Wang's leg, pulled it down, and asked him to return from a sitting position to a lying position. This attitude made Jiang Wang feel even more ashamed, as if he was a baby only a few months old and could only be manipulated by adults.
But he couldn't protest because he knew the woman was waiting for him to speak.
No.
Jiang Wang continued the cold war with which he gritted his teeth.
But Miaoyu had left the bedside nonchalantly.
One, two, three, four, five... five and a half steps.
She sat down at the tea table.
She sat with her back to Jiang, cross-legged and eyes closed.
The graceful back is really like a painting, reflected on the wall by the light. What kind of painter can paint such a beautiful scene?
After a while, the lights were blown out.
Lighting a lamp with lamp oil boiled with pimento mulberry resin is excellent for healing wounds, but it is better to light it for only half an hour every night, and anything more than that is not enough.
The moonlight was also separated from the window, and now only the night flowed between the two of them.
One of them was sitting and the other was lying down, breathing slowly.
There seems to be no disturbance, it's just a waste of time.
But both of them knew that no matter how long the night was... it would eventually pass.
Accidents always happen unexpectedly.
Tuk-tuk-tuk!
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Jiang Wang only felt the sound of the wind, and he was squeezed into the inside, and there was another person next to him.
The white curtain has been lowered, and the small silver hooks are moving back and forth emptyly.
His mind tightened suddenly.
"Junior Sister Yuzhen."
A female voice called outside the door.
Yuzhen? Her new name?
After recuperating here for so long, this was the first time someone came to visit him. He once thought that no one would come.
A woman's voice sounded next to her: "Senior sister, I have taken a break. What can I do?"
Too close...
Squeak~
The door was pushed open and then closed again.
The unknown "senior sister" has already walked into the room.
Jiang Wang was very nervous. He guessed that this nervousness was due to his current identity and current situation. The suspicion of being a demon has not been cleared yet. How many places in the world dare to protect him? He cannot be discovered by others.
"You don't have to get up." Judging from the voice, the 'senior sister' should be standing by the door: "I'll just say a few words to you here. I don't know how to say it when I'm face to face with you..."
Jiang Wang only felt that his arm seemed to be touching a ball of water. The water conformed to the shape of the arm, making it warm and soft.
There seemed to be a whirlpool there, attracting all his attention.
Everything was actually very quiet, and he could clearly hear his own heartbeat.
"Senior sister...what do you want to say."
Only then did Jiang Wang realize that her voice now was very different from usual. All the charm and charm in her voice had all gone away, becoming plain, pure and comfortable.
From Miaoyu, Bailian, to Yuzhen, what has she experienced?
Jiang Wang always knew that he didn't understand her. He also always thought that he didn't want to understand her.
But he couldn't block his ears, so he could only listen in this awkward way at the moment...
"You usually don't see people, but it's rare to stay in the nunnery these days." The female voice at the door said: "Senior sister is very happy to see you..."
Miaoyu's breathing seemed a little heavy. The weight seemed to be pressing in the air, making Jiang Wang's breathing not so natural at this time.
But her voice still came out with that pure voice
"I have an unstable temper and can't stay in one place. Sometimes I have to stay for a long time when I meet a kitten or puppy... It's really hard for you, senior sister, to do things in the nunnery."
Jiang Wang unnaturally wanted to move a little to the side, but his body was too weak.
His breathing became less and less easy.
For some reason, he felt like there was a source of fire next to him.
There is an incredible temperature, burning something.
Fire without flame, burning without intention.
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