Prime Minister's Mansion

In the spacious house, behind a screen with pine, cypress, plum or orchid patterns, the man's satin-like black hair was casually scattered behind him.

Wearing a snow-colored cross-collar tunic and a crow-green dark-patterned robe, revealing his thin, cold white collarbones.

At first glance, the perfect appearance makes people dare not blaspheme.

Xie Huaijing sat on the soft red sandalwood couch.

Pei Qingxu, who was on the side, put his hand on the man's thin wrist, his clear eyebrows sometimes tense and sometimes smiling.

"How is the duration of your illness longer than before, Master?"

"Half an hour."

Pei Qingxu nodded and stood up.

The young man carrying a heavy sword on his back had a serious and worried face, "Mr. Pei, how is your health?"

Pei Qingxu smiled while writing the prescription, "Your son may live a long life."

The young man's somewhat paralyzed face and the corners of his mouth were stiffly curved, and his voice was a little excited, "Really?!"

Pei Qingxu blew the written prescription and handed it to the boy with facial paralysis, "Take it to my yard and let the medicine boy prepare the medicine and boil it."

Lingxiao took the prescription, turned around and ran out of the other courtyard.

Compared to the young man's excitement, Xie Huaijing, the person involved, did not have any excitement in his eyes, not even any ups and downs of emotions.

Pei Qingxu was a little curious. Every time Xie Huaijing got sick, he would almost lose half his life, and he would have to rest for at least a day before he could get out of bed.

But this time, not only was the person fine, but the poisons and poisons in the body were completely suppressed, and the chaotic Qi in the body became smooth and peaceful.

"Sir, tell me honestly, did you meet any miraculous doctor who was more powerful than me when you went to Hanshan Temple this time? Otherwise, your body won't be able to bear it for two years."

Xie Huaijing walked to the rosewood carved incense table, took out a book, and flipped through it casually.

The candlelight in the room added a bit of warmth to the man's cold white jade face.

"You go out and ask Eleven to help me check on someone, the concubine of the General's Mansion, Su Yu."

Not only did Pei Qingxu not get his answer, but he was kicked out and had to send a message. His whole body was in bad shape.

"Thank you, Mr. Xie, did you hear what I just said? I am the master of the Medicine God Valley after all. Don't treat me like a servant."

The man sitting behind the sand table raised his eyes with a calm expression.

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

After saying that, he packed up his medicine box and walked out of the small courtyard angrily.

Xie Huaijing looked at the densely packed words, but couldn't read a single word.

My body doesn't feel as painful as before, but my bones feel a little warmer.

Thinking of that little cat-like face and that bright smile, it really warms my bones.

Su Yu, Su Yu...

Xie Huaijing looked at her hand, which had touched the little girl not long ago.

Very warm and soft.

It’s just that I’m too thin, it would be nice to be a little fatter...

When it was already dark (between one and three o'clock in the morning), the night was thick, and the flower branches peeking out from the window slid gently on the desk with the night dew.

Xie Huaijing was lying on the bed, her hair covered with jade pillows, and there was no trace of sleepiness in her eyes.

Insomnia has become the norm. Even when she sleeps, she can picture her mother and concubine in a bloody state. There are pieces of meat scattered on the ground, fighting with beggars for food, and being bitten by wild dogs. These constant intrusions make Xie Huaijing feel that sleeping is a nightmare.

Suffocating thing.

I couldn't help but replay the scene when I got sick in my mind.

The petite girl knocked down the tiger with sharp eyes, and stepped closer to herself.

What does a girl look like when she sees her?

Not pity, not disgusting greed, but...

But what?

Xie Huaijing had never seen such a look in her eyes, as if she was looking at a treasure, cautious and nervous that she couldn't understand.

Xie Huaijing felt as if she was crazy. A monster living in hell still thinks about the warmth that does not belong to her...

Warmth...what is warmth?

It has never been, so how can it be said that it belongs.

Xie Huaijing knew that the little girl was too clean, and her eyes were so clean that she couldn't help but want to destroy...want to dye them black...

Looking at me with such clean eyes, it seems that the deceptive skin I have always been has been torn away...

I want to be clean... I want to be warm... but I feel like I can't let go.

Such a clean and warm little girl is not in the same world as me at all.

My own world exudes a disgusting rotten stench, and even my own soul is rotten...

So Xie Huaijing, what are you thinking about?

Maybe there will be no intersection in the future, and don’t think about things that don’t belong to you at all.

Thinking of these, Xie Huaijing forced herself to fall asleep.
Chapter completed!