Chapter 308

Fanyin was running in the nine winding corridor of the palace. She saw the bright sunlight pouring down from the shade of the trees, and heard a faint rustle from the edge of the Diecui lake. Around Diecui lake is the spring willow. She walked in front of her and pulled out the willow branches. She saw the curling plain clothes on the pavilion in the middle of the lake, standing against the wind, like a white lotus sprouting out of the colorful flowers.

"Brother!" She called, like a butterfly, followed by a group of panicked eunuchs, "master! Little master, please slow down and fall down carefully! "

She was not afraid. She knew that the teenager would not hurt her at all. Sure enough, the boy took the flute, but she took her whole person into his arms, like a glutinous rice ball. "Don't eat, you're fat again."

"Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, brother, it's not!"

"I can't hold you anymore..."

"Hey, it's time for you to practice martial arts or change a master!"

...

all of a sudden, the fire broke out, and the young man's face twisted and deformed in the fire until it completely disappeared. She heard endless crying, saw the red half of the sky by the fire, and pulled the withered and collapsed palace walls... The sudden fear was like an invisible grasp of the heart. The Sanskrit screamed, stumbled and turned and ran.

The little maiden's ethereal voice followed. Master, why don't you save me? I'm in pain... Help me, master. I don't want to die... I hate you Don't save me I hate you so much

As the Sanskrit ran, tears welled up.

She could only hear the sound of her own footsteps, which echoed clearly on the bluestone brick floor. She did not know how long she had been running. The wind was so cold, and the sky was filled with the cry of children one after another, but the bluestone road could not run to the end.

Damn, where's the way out?

All of a sudden, a pale hand broke out of the ground and held the wrist. The half broken body was vaguely identified as the mother who died in the fire.

In an instant, Sanskrit screamed and cried out, struggling desperately, and then the whole body was shocked!

She woke up, there was no shrill scream, but her chest heaved violently, still panting, and her forehead was thin and thick with beads of cold sweat. Outside the window, there are only faint insects, which set off the silence after the night. The window lattice overflows with a few light moonlight. Looking around, she is clearly still in the listening wind dock.

Slowly supporting the corner of the table to get up, she heard her breath gradually smooth, poured a cup of tea for herself, turned to look at the bed, suddenly surprised. On Ben's white bed. The blood stream converges into a beach. Only the deeper edge outlines the blood color. The blood in the nightmare is real!

Suddenly she was shocked. She tightly tightened her sleeve fingers, but at the bottom of her heart, she was at a loss. The smell of blood filled her nose. Sanskrit reached out and touched it. Looking at the glare on it, her fingertips trembled slightly. For a moment, she didn't know whether to pick it up or to put it down.

In the confusion of thoughts, the cool feeling of barefoot stepping on the floor made Sanskrit gradually calm down. He put on short boots at random, held the lamp in a hurry, and pushed the door.

Master has only one maid in Fengwu, named Xiaohan. However, when Xiaohan went back to her hometown two days ago, she had no choice but to find Yao Guang. At night, the cold wind was rather chilly, blowing away the few residual temperature on her body. Fanyin began to regret that she was in a hurry to go out. She only wore a thin white shirt. At the moment, she felt cold on her back, neck and even limbs.

So easy to run to the master's room, standing at the door to knock, she hesitated.

These days, she knew that Yao Guang was a person of the first Buddhist cultivation. She began to breathe and breathe with the dawn. She drank Lycium barbarum and jujube every day. She had to rest for six hours Suddenly the sharp pain in the abdomen made Sanskrit not care much more. He raised his hand and knocked at the door. He felt very uneasy.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and the sound of footsteps came close to the door opening.

The man lit a lamp and wore sandalwood robes. He woke up from sleep and his hair was slightly scattered. He slowly came out of the darkness in a wheelchair and asked, "what's the matter?" There was a third weariness in his voice, and he was obviously awakened after he had fallen asleep.

Fanyin Fang wanted to open his mouth. He had already made a shiver, and Yao Guang frowned, "the night is deep and heavy. It's so thin that I run out. How can I make it with wind and cold?" One side will be off the robe, one hand handed over the past, "put on."

"Master, I, I am dying..." The voice fell, and the tears of Sanskrit, which had been accumulated for a long time, burst out and sobbed.

Yao Guang was a little confused. He rubbed his eyebrows and seemed to want to wake himself up completely. "How could you say that?"

Sanskrit sobbed and turned around, the yellow teeth of song pants stained with a large amount of blood.

Yao Guang was startled. The sleepiness on his face instantly turned into nothing. He turned the wheelchair and put it on the girl's wrist to feel his pulse. He frowned and closed his eyes

"In the daytime, I don't know..."Yao Guang's expression was extremely dignified, but still maintained the surface of calm, "don't be afraid. I don't know much about medical skills, but I don't have to delay. I know an old friend not far from here. Now you push me to find him."

He patted the girl's hand and for the first time called out her name, "Sanskrit, don't be afraid."

The palm of a man is warm, and his belly is slightly rough. The candlestick is like a solitary lamp, three or two stone steps ahead. The forest is so quiet. There is only the rustle of their clothes. I don't know why, his voice makes Sanskrit feel peaceful in his heart and seems to be able to forget the pain all over his body for a while.

When the long steps were about to end, Yao Guang was stunned for a moment and raised his hand and said, "wait a minute!"

Sanskrit is not clear, so stop.

"Apprentice, how old are you this year?"

The girl did not know why he suddenly asked, and told the truth, "to the next year and hairpin."

Yao Guang's face showed a look of Epiphany and murmured, "so it is. I only say that..." Seeing the girl's face at a loss, she replied, "let's go back, don't bother brother Meng."

Sanskrit's heart was cold. "Master said that the injury was not saved?"

Yao Guang was stunned by my question, but he was still trying to speak. It seemed that he was pondering over his words. After a long time, he said, "this injury... Is nothing strange. There will always be people." Sanskrit was still confused: "does Master have it? Will it hurt so much? "

Yao Guang's face appeared for the first time some inexpressible look. It seemed difficult to explain clearly. After thinking about it, he finally said, "well, let me explain it to you slowly. You can go to Ningchun hot spring, change your clothes, and then come to my room." After that, he turned his wheelchair and walked slowly.

Sanskrit watched him leave in a daze, still unable to understand his meaning. Ningchunquan is a living spring eye in the South Hall. The water is warm. She immerses herself in it. She can't understand Yao Guang's attitude, why she is so anxious at first, why she looks so embarrassed, and why she leaves in a hurry. There is no explanation.

After the change, he rushed to his bedroom according to his words, passing by the window in his room, and could not help but take a look at it.

There was a purple sand medicine pot on the stove, and Yao Guang's side face was covered in the steaming smoke. In addition to his usual masculinity, his brow and eye added a bit of yin and softness, but it was just right. The spot of cinnabar mole between his eyebrows became more and more blurred. He burned incense with clean hands and sat there like a little fairy living in seclusion in the deep mountain.

Sanskrit opened the door and called softly, "master."

The man put out the fire and put on the medicine, "drink while it's hot."

"Master, are you familiar with medical skills?"

“…… Know a little bit about it. " Yao Guang said realistically.

"Do you know what kind of injury I have?"

The opposite did not make a sound again. The candle in the room was naturally brighter than the oil lamp just now. His face turned red and he had to smile. He was helpless. "You must embarrass me. It's a pity that Xiaohan's girl is not here. You wait for her to come back and listen to her explanation."

"Isn't sister Xiaohan ignorant of medical skills?"

Yao Guang took a deep breath and abruptly changed the topic, "your room is cold and humid. You should live here tonight. Don't get cold."

"What?"

Sanskrit was sipping the sweet medicine soup, and his words almost didn't come out. Although the man's room is spacious, there is only one bed, ah, this, this