Chapter 1629： Amorous feelings

"Ah-help-"

"It's so cold--"

"Don't arrest me!"

"..."

Dongting Wangyu sat up sharply from the bed and looked around, only to find that he was dreaming. He took a deep breath, exhaled the turbid gas, and then got out of bed and walked to the table. I want to pour myself a glass of water.

When the cold water entered his throat and calmed his anxiety, he raised his hands and rubbed his eyebrows, where there was a sudden pain.

Just now in the dream, he dreamed that she met the brown bear, and she had nowhere to escape calling for help. When he was about to save her, the dream turned, she fell in the rain, with fever all over, holding her body with her hands, over and over again. Shouting coldly, when he wanted to step forward to pick her up, the dream changed again. She was pulled away by the Yue soldiers to kill her. He was anxious to rush over and woke up.

Thinking of this, he ripped his lips, revealing a touch of self-mockery, a little stunned, in a dream, he was a mess, and did not expect that this was not true at all, and according to her temperament, she was not the kind of hand-free chicken. People who are not bad in martial arts and have medical skills to protect themselves will not have any problems at all.

However, he couldn't help himself worrying.

These accidents are not impossible.

If she gets lost, she walks into the old forest in the mountains, if she gets cold and rains, and is left unattended, if she encounters the war between the sun and the moon, she is treated as cannon fodder ...

He needs to calm down, this night is bound to be sleepless.

He turned and walked to the window sill, where he wanted to blow hair, but Yu Guang accidentally fell on a pot of flowers placed on the edge of the window. The dark green leaves trembled in the wind. A few flowers and bones had formed on the branches, but not yet. open.

It was brought back from a month ago, and she said that the rose that she told her was very similar to her, and told him that it was a love flower, and when she said she smiled like a kitten.

In the impression, I only remember that she smiled like a flower, her hands were full of dirt, and she didn't feel dirty at all, but she didn't pay much attention to what the flower looked like, and she also made watering flowers to take care of it. For the first time he looked at the flower so carefully.

The fingers touched the leaves involuntarily, but they were pierced, and a small blood droplet condensed on the fingertips.

He raised his eyebrows and rolled up the leaves, only to find that there were sharp thorns on the branches, just like her little chilli pepper.

"I told you all the beautiful things are prickly, so you owe your hands!" The familiar grumble sounded in my ears.

As soon as his eyes lighted, he immediately turned around, but before his brows were dyed with joy, he saw that there was no one behind him.

Disappointment followed.

Empty joy.

He whispered, "Dongting Wangyu, Dongting Wangyu, when did you turn into a wicked woman who was abandoned?"

After mocking, he walked to the closet, preparing to get a cloak, but after opening it, he saw the stack of neatly placed clothes, his hands dropped to his side, and he had no strength to lift it.

There was no maidservant around him, and Zi Mo didn't follow him. Only little witches could help him organize.

As if unknowingly, she had broken into his life, and then in his ignorance, like this flower, took root in the soil.

And he turned a blind eye to her efforts and did not respond, but always enjoyed everything she did for him.

Dongting Wangyu, you're so indifferent!

Due to successive rainstorms, the scheduled departure time of the Yue family was postponed for several days.

Today, Cheng Yanluo went to Chu Qingyan to take the pulse out of the yard, only the ethereal spirit was examining the herbs.

At this moment, the door opened, the cold wind blew in, and the ethereal looked up, then drew his eyes, because he saw a "wandering soul" floating into his room.

"You? Dongting son?"

The empty spirit thought that the blue sky was seeing the ghost day and day, but looked intently and could not help but widen his eyes.

Dongting Wangyu looked pale, his eyes were swollen, and his spirit was weak. If he didn't breathe, he would be mistaken for ghosts.

"It's me." Dongting Wangyu spit quietly.

Emperor Ling patted his chest and took a deep breath. "Dongting son, I haven't seen you in a few days. Why did you make yourself like this?"

A man is not like a man, a ghost is not like a ghost, and he seems to be stung, but this man is so powerful, who dares to toss him like this except the master and the little princess?

Dongting Wangyu Youyu sighed, "I don't know, I can't sleep recently, I can't eat any more. Show me, am I sick?"

Upon hearing this, the ethereal immediately pulled back and let out the chair behind him, "Sit down, I'll show you the pulse!"

Dongting looked at Yu Shun to sit down, stretched out his wrist, and waited for his diagnosis.

Looking at his string of movements, his eyes were empty, as if everything was unconscious, and there was a surprise in his spirit. It seemed that this man was not very sick, and he was a walking dead.

The empty spirit did not dare to delay, immediately put on his pulse, and concentratedly felt it. However, after a long time, he looked inexplicably at the person in front of him, and this person was in excellent health! Could it be a misdiagnosis?

"Lord Dongting, let me see your tongue out."

The man was very cooperative in front of him, and he pulled his eyelids for a check.

It turned out that he was not sick!

But looking at him like this, ethereal thought for a while and said, "Tell me about your situation, and I'll take the right medicine."

"When I sleep, I always dream."

"Dream?"

Dongting Wangyu looked at it for a moment, and truthfully said, "There are many dreams. Sometimes I dream of people asking for help, sometimes I dream of being sick, sometimes I dream of people surrounded by fire, not sleeping well, and I will be awakened every time."

"What else is there?" The ethereal asked.

"Without an appetite, I can't eat anything, I can't concentrate on things, I just want to be in a daze, and I'm not interested in anything." He even felt that the food was tasteless.

Having said that, Dongting Wangyu looked at Emptiness faintly, "I haven't felt like this for so long. Emptiness, you tell me honestly, what am I terminally ill?"

Hearing about these illnesses, there was a suspicion in the ethereal heart, "Do n’t worry about it first, I ask you if you have to hide it. Are those people who appeared in repeated dreams and who are in hot waters, aren't they girls? ? "

Dongting Wangyu, who has broken his life and death from the moment he entered, has finally seen a slight change in his eyes. "How do you know? Do you also have the ability to peek into people's dreams?"

"The son of Dongting joked." Ethereal shook his head.

"Then my illness--"

"I've got eyebrows."

"what?"

"According to my observations and listening to your description, Dongting Son, you have acacia."

One sunny day, Dongting Wangyu was messed up.

What, what ghost? lovesickness?