The fragrance of wine? The fragrance of plum?

On the East Street, Duanmu raised his head slightly.

Yingli reached out and lifted the curtain of the restaurant and pushed the woman in white into the "snow-tied plum bone".

The woman in red walked on the armchair, turned left and right, pushing the person in the chair a little, and entered the corridor on the side of the Meilin side of the backyard.

Duanmu heard the footsteps and looked at the person who came and nodded, "Guardian Jiuli."

The man in black held the sword and bowed: "Greetings to Mr. Duanmu. Mr. Xie worked tirelessly with Yingli to help my son."

Duanmu said warmly: "No need to be polite. If it can be helpful, it is also what Duanmu wants."

Yingli looked at the man in white clothes and looked up at the small building behind Meilin: "Young Master is hurt and troubled Mr.

Duanmu Jiexian said seriously: "Dunmu must do his best."

Yingli bowed the sword solemnly and bowed: "Thank you, Mr.! In this way, Mr. Jiuli led Mr. to see the young master. Yingli had something to do, so she would retreat first."

Jiuli looked at Yingli's eyes, and heartache flashed through her eyes.

After Duanmu Jiexian's chin, the woman in red turned around respectfully and walked away quickly.

"Sir, please." Jiuli walked behind Duanmu Jiexian, pushed up the wooden wheelchair and walked deep into the corridor.

The rocks are secluded, the branches are horizontal and the shadows are slanted, and the small building is independent.

Peach blossom petals that are endless in late spring are scattered in the courtyard, passing through thousands of dead branches and plum blossoms, rising and falling, wandering and wandering.

After the man in the chair entered the small building, Jiuli looked at the mahogany stairs hovering upwards in the building with shame and said, "The young master stays on the second floor. Yingli and I dare not tell the young master about asking the gentleman to come over, so the young master has already fallen asleep after taking the medicine."

Duanmu nodded in a clear way and said in a flat voice: "It's okay." Then he reached out to hold the back of the wooden wheelchair and slowly stood up from the chair.

"The two guardians, Duanmu, went upstairs by themselves."

Jiuli was shocked when she heard this. I don’t know whether it was Zhen Duanmu Jiexian holding Zhulang and standing up quietly and standing upright, or her sentence seemed to be the word “not easy” that sighed for him and Yingli.

When the woman in white went up to the second floor, her face turned pale.

Because the spinning ladder was too narrow, Jiuli was unable to take the wooden wheelchair to the second floor. After hesitating, he had to cover his hand with his sleeves and reach out to support the woman.

"The young master's room is the south room." After saying that, he helped the woman and walked slowly over.

When I arrived at the door of the room, Duanmu Jiexian heard the voice of the people in the room, and her eyebrows were frowning.

Jiuli reached out and knocked the door and called out, "Young Master, Young Master." After a while, he didn't hear Mei Shuying's response. Jiuli was worried in her eyes and immediately stretched out her hand to push the door.

"Sir, please."

Duanmu Zen Fairy Chin.

Jiuli helped the woman into the room without hesitation and walked around the screen door and went directly to Mei Shuying's couch.

Duanmu Jiexian accurately reached out to hold the bed column where the scent of sandalwood was faintly emitting, and sat down beside the bed.

"Young Master, Young Master!" Jiuli helped Duanmu Jiexian sit down, turned around and hurriedly called the person on the couch.

The plum blossoms were lying quietly on the couch, with a long pillow, covered with a light green cloud brocade and thin quilt, exposed their shoulders and arms, and they could see the white moon-white clothes on their bodies.

Her lips were tightly pursed, her face was blue and white, and her eyebrows were deep, and she seemed to be completely unaware of the people and things around her bed, and she had no response when she heard the sound.

Duanmu Jiexian frowned tightly between her eyebrows, and immediately reached out to hold the wrist of the sparse shadow of the plum blossom.

"The breath is shallow and short, the pulse is weak and weak, so the head of the palace should be in a coma, not sleeping peacefully."

Jiuli looked back and saw that the woman beside the bed was also a little unstable in her solemn breath, so she immediately stood up and said, "Jiuli went downstairs to get the Yuanhuo lava lamp in the chair." After saying that, she turned around and walked quickly.

Duanmu Jiexian heard the "yah" sound of the door opening and closing, turned her eyes to the direction of the person on the couch, and curled up slightly between her fingers.

He looked down at me for a while, and then closed his eyes gently.

When Jiuli came up and wanted to lit the Yuanhuo lava lamp, Duanmu Ningsheng asked, "I wonder where the miasma in the main body of Mei Pavilion comes from and why it is so deep?"

Jiuli's hand lit the lamp stopped and looked back at the woman without saying anything.

Duanmu waited for a little while, but he didn't get a response and his eyes drooped slightly.

The room was silent suddenly, and the night was just around the corner, and the newly lit candlelight swayed gently.

I don’t know how long it took, the man in white gently put down Mei Shuying’s wrist and looked ahead and said, “Is there a cold pool here?”

"Hanchi?" Jiuli was confused.

The woman beside the bed pondered for a moment and said in a solemn voice: "The miasma in Prince Jingyun's body is very strong and eroded for a long time, and the internal organs are filled with poisonous miasma. It is too late to remove the power of the medicine stone, and it is difficult to remove the Duanmu. She wanted to place the Master Mei Pavilion in the cold and cold pool water to force the fire miasma and miasma together with the internal force in the Dantian. Then Duanmu was sealed with a silver needle, soaked it in the medicinal bath to turn it into water, and lead it to travel to the meridians, and force it out with internal force." Duanmu Jiexian's eyebrows were deep, "This prescription may remove the miasma in the main body of the main body of the main body of the main body as soon as possible." The voice paused slightly, and the person in the white clothes said again: "The Master Mei Pavilion also has internal injuries on his body. It has been long since he watched it. The reason why it is difficult to heal is because the poison miasma erodes the internal organs, causing the injuries to accumulate in the body, and it has been a long time since he was unconscious today."

Jiuli looked painful when she heard this, and suddenly knelt down: "Please help from sir!"

Duanmu lowered his eyes and worried, looking at Jiuli Town, he said with a slight head: "Dunmu must do his best."

Jiuli thought about Duanmu’s previous question and immediately said, “There are dozens of red plum trees planted behind the small building here. A quartz of clear water pond is built among the plums. The bottom of the pond is paved with green rocks to irrigate the plum trees. The water in the pond is drawn from the depths of the ground, and the coldness soaks the bones. I wonder if it can be used as a cold pond?”

"Thank you to protect the Dharma and lead Duanmu to Yiguan."

Jiuli nodded immediately and responded respectfully, "Sir, be polite, Jiuli will take him here." Then he wanted to carry the woman down the small building, but because of etiquette, he did not dare to be disrespectful, and finally slowly helped Duanmu Jiexian down the stairs.

I only said in my heart: Mr. Duanmu is here, it is more appropriate to take care of Yingli.

Duanmu Jiexian walked downstairs, sat back into the wooden wheelchair again, and pushed him to the back of the small building by Jiuli.

The cool moon rises, and the courtyard slowly becomes dark. The evening breeze with a cool and thin air crosses the peach blossom petals in front of the building to the back of the building and landing on the small pond described by Jiuli, faintly revealing the silence and wandering.

Duanmu was led by Jiuli to the edge of the small pond, which was only three feet away from the middle of the plum forest, and reached out to explore the water of the pond.

The lower yi trembled with five fingers, and the cold curled up and took it back.

"Mr. Yi thinks this place can be used as a cold pool?"

Duanmu nodded: "It's enough cold." After saying that, he instructed Jiuli to go upstairs to carry Mei Shuying to this plum forest.

After responding to the sound, Jiuli bent over and reached out to the relatively flat Qingyan that could be seated in the pool, and then quickly walked upstairs and hugged Mei Shuying down.

Duanmu reached out and took Mei Shuying's vein again, and then asked him to remove all the clothes on Mei Shuying's body and place them in the pond.

Jiuli hesitated a little: "The water in this pond is very cold. If the young master is naked, will he be in danger of being frostbite and heart pulse?"

Duanmu Jiexian looked serious between his eyebrows and nodded, "That's true, so when the Master Mei is in it, someone will have to use internal strength to protect the Master's heart."

Jiuli came to see this and reached out to remove Mei Shuying's clothes.

The next yi cried out and stopped again, and turned his eyes to Duanmu Jiexian who was calmly looking at him and Mei Shuying.

Seeing that there was no light in his eyes, a shame flashed in his eyes.

Next time, he removed Mei Shuying's clothes and carefully carried them into the pool water.

The moment she entered the water, Mei Shuying trembled, her eyebrows were instinctively frowned, and her face and lips turned pale.

Jiuli followed Duanmu Jiexian's instructions and asked her to sit on the side of the small pond, put her arms on the shore, and cushioned her clothes.

Duanmu Jiexian rose up in the armchair, walked slowly to the edge of the pond and knelt on the ground, stretched out his hand and held Mei Shuying's hand.

The woman's pale and slender five fingers touched Mei Shuying's palm, and her fingertips trembled, and her body shook coldly.

However, he had not let go of it, and he turned his fingers and clenched his inner strength, urging him to move upward to protect Mei Shuying's heart.

When Jiuli saw this, she immediately said, "Sir, just sit down, and Jiuli can provide power to the young master to protect his heart."

The woman by the pond knelt down quietly, shook her head gently and said, "It is difficult to grasp the degree of strength due to this force. If it is too much, it will affect the miasma in the main body of Meige to retreat to the Dantian; if it is not enough, the heart meridian will be damaged. As a doctor, Duanmu is familiar with the power of it, so it is not advisable to use others to make mistakes. There may be unexpected problems."

Jiuli felt tightly in her heart when she heard this. She watched the woman's white clothes scatter on the ground. Her slender and thin body was close to the pool and had to kneel on the bluestone on the cold and hard shore.

He couldn't help but hold the long sword in his hand tightly, kneeled heavily on the ground, and bowed: "Mr., I will never forget the kindness of Jingyun Pavilion!"

Duanmu Jiexian lowered his eyes lightly and supported the man on the ground with his free hands: "Guardian Jiuli asked him to come up, this is the doctor's responsibility."

After seeing the woman's knees, Jiuli walked into the building and hugged the cushion. She reached out and gently helped the woman up, and carefully placed her under Duanmu's knee legs.

"Thank you for the Protector." Duanmu said softly.

Jiuli retreated in shame.

The Zhumei and Xiaolin behind the building are quiet and silent, and the cold wind blows by from time to time, causing ripples in the pool.

Mei Shuying leaned against the edge of the pond and was still unconscious, but her body was instinctively scattered by the cold, piled up on her skin, and rustled from time to time.

Duanmu Jiexian's fingers were not loosened, and he felt the chill in his palms getting worse and worse, and he couldn't help but cough out lightly.

The snow-wai was accompanying Duanmu Jiexian. When she heard the woman coughing lightly, she raised her snow-white little head from her knees, and looked at Duanmu without blinking with her round eyes.

Jiuli immediately said, "I'll go and get a garment for the sir." After saying that, he turned around and left.

Duanmu concentrated his mind and exuded his strength, his eyes drooped lightly, and his body was lifted by the wind from time to time, and he coughed even more when he lowered his head.

"Hehe." Xuewa curled up close to the woman's lower abdomen sensibly, warming her other hand on her knees.

Duanmu lowered his eyes warmly, stretched out his hand to caress his back, covered his lips and coughed several times.

Next, the woman's knee turned her head and looked into the pool.

Duanmu felt the hand that was holding in his palm trembled slightly. For some reason, his heart suddenly stagnated. He also subconsciously raised his eyes and looked at the person in the pool. "Peace Master?"

Mei Shuying leaned on the side of the shore of the pool, and at some point opened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her in a daze.

"Duanmu Jiexian?"
To be continued...