For this high fever syndrome, nothing comes faster than Western medicine and acupuncture. So with Qiqi here, Mu Chu did not come here, only Xiao Yu'er kept guarding the side until Qiqi announced that Hongqing had subsided, and she packed up her things and went out. As Qiqi said, she went to the kitchen to give Hongqing a special cooking stove.

The man on the hospital bed had been sleeping uneasy. Even though he had sweated and had been changed into clothes, he still couldn't wake up and was trapped in his nightmare.

Something demon was torturing this man who looked extremely fragile now. Seeing him muttering and frowning and trembling, Qiqi hesitated for a while, and finally took out the harp piano from the Heaven and Earth Bracelet, sat cross-legged, and started playing gently.

A melodious music finally made Hongqing stop trembling, but he still couldn't wake up.

With his dream, Qiqi also used the sound of the piano to see clearly the people he saw in his dream. The more he saw, the more delicate eyebrows became tighter. It turned out that Hongqing and Meng Shiyue had such a relationship...

In the palace room, which was so quiet that it could almost be said to be a bit deadly, suddenly, the jade cup was thrown at his feet and fell into pieces.

"Do you know that it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival night soon. If you cannot bring the man I want back before the full moon night, it will delay the refining of the holy medicine. If you are so big, can you afford it?" Meng Shiyue's eyes were full of anger and stared at him.

Something flashed in Hongqing's eyes, he slowly knelt down, looked up at her and said, "Master, those people just now are also the most outstanding people I have been able to find recently. In recent years, my disciples have been looking for stunning men for my master, but the number of stunning men in the world is always limited, Master..."

"I'm not going to hear the excuse." Meng Shiyue slapped the table with a palm. The breath of tonight seemed to be very easy to mess. When it was messy, her chest was extremely uncomfortable, so her temper was heavier than before: "You should know what he meant to me, how can I let him taste those things that are not beautiful enough? Are you deliberately trying to make me angry?"

"Master, I dare not." Hongqing lowered his head and said.

Hongyu, who was standing beside him, he hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, there have never been many stunning men sent to the palace in recent years. The young master has been busy with this matter. The young master's loyalty to Your Majesty is understandable. However, there are many people sent in over the years, and those who can stay outside are naturally worse than one year. Your Majesty, the young master is definitely not deliberately trying to disobey Your Majesty, and the young master has already done his best."

"There is no stunning man? There are only one Murong Mansion, which has hidden many handsome men, and they are even better than the ones you brought back over the years... I heard that they are still your friends." Meng Shiyue's sharp eyes locked on Hongqing.

Hongqing's body shook slightly, raised his head to meet her gaze, and he said calmly: "Master, Murong Qiqi's husbands and disciples do have some friendship. They are all talents. If they can be used by the master, it will undoubtedly be like a tiger to the master. Master really should not ask them to come as a medicine guide at will."

"What I mean is that this holy medicine is not important anymore?" Meng Shiyue snorted coldly.

Hongqing could only shut up and dared not speak anymore.

Although Meng Shiyue was frustrated, she did not deny what he said. A Mu Chu had outstanding medical skills and was more useful than the imperial doctors in her palace, so it was indeed not appropriate to destroy him.

There was also that Young Master Xuan. If she hadn't sent someone to stare at him, she wouldn't have known that he was also Murong Qiqi's person.

He has extraordinary martial arts and outstanding temperament. He is obviously a wise man, and he is indeed a rare talent.

There are so many men around Murong Qiqi who are powerful in martial arts and beautiful in appearance!

What kind of ability does a woman from another place have to let them follow her with all their hearts? She hasn't figured out these yet.

What a mere lord of the Holy Water Gate? With everything she has, she is more than enough to be the lord of the Holy Water Gate. Being the lord is simply a waste of time.

She even wanted to be the master of the hall. If she hadn't just arrived here, she would have a huge evil intention.

For Murong Qiqi, she still has to send more people to keep an eye on him.

However, compared to her senior brother, all this has become less important.

"You can find me now. Be sure to bring back those who are satisfied before dawn. Otherwise, the refining of the holy medicine will be delayed, and I am afraid that you will not be able to bear this consequence."

Seeing that Hongqing was still kneeling on the ground, motionless, Meng Shiyue's eyebrows froze and said angrily: "Why don't you go quickly!"

Hongqing's eyes were covered with sadness. He looked up at her. He still knelt straight without getting up. He said calmly: "Master, my disciple has also studied the refining of this holy medicine. Although the better the medicine is, the better, the appearance above the skin is not really so special, even if it is slightly inferior..."

"Bastard, how dare you disobey me so much!" The anger in Meng Shiyue's eyes suddenly burned vigorously. With a long sleeve, she flicked her invisible palm power.

Hongqing, who was still kneeling down, was not at all prepared and was unwilling to be prepared. He held the center door and his slender body was immediately pushed to the ground. He opened his mouth and a mouthful of turbid blood immediately surged out.

Looking back at Meng Shiyue, there was no resentment in his eyes, but instead he felt a little desolate: "Master, my disciple knows that Meng Jun is extremely important in your heart, and even if he is a disciple, he can't say a word he is not."

Meng Shiyue glared at him, and was never moved by the sadness in his eyes, but became even more impatient.

But Hongqing didn't know why he felt so desperate tonight. He smiled slightly and wiped away the blood from the corners of his lips with his sleeves.

He stood up slowly and met her unhappy gaze. He smiled softly: "The disciples have brought back all the stunning men who can be used in this city. They may not necessarily find someone to use for the master in a short time. Otherwise, let's see if the disciple's skin can be used only if it is too difficult to use it?"

As soon as he said this, Mo Zhu took a breath of cold air.

Mo Zhu looked at him with a look of surprise, but Hongyu had already strode forward and begged Meng Shiyue: "Your Majesty, the young master is just a joke with Your Majesty. You will go out immediately now and bring back the person you use for him. Please calm down your anger. I will go and persuade him now."

"Who dares to joke in front of me? Are you afraid of your life?" Meng Shiyue's cold eyes fell on Hongqing, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

Hongyu was about to persuade Hongqing, but Hongqing waved her hand gently to stop her words.

He slowly moved forward, looked directly at Meng Shiyue, and smiled and said, "Master said, may this skin of the disciple be useful?"

"What do you mean?" Meng Shiyue narrowed her eyes and stared at him coldly.

Hongqing was still laughing. At this moment, Qiqi, who broke into his dream through the sound of the piano, suddenly felt his chest was stuffy. A heart-wrenching pain slowly spread from the place where his heart was, and soon it spread to his limbs, causing every cell and bloodline to hurt her body.

At this time, Hongqing was so desperate and sad, and he... he actually loved Meng Shiyue in his heart!

Qiqi really couldn't believe that his love for Meng Shiyue was so deep that for this love, he was so desperate that he didn't want to live.

It turns out that the one who has been hidden in his heart for so long is Meng Shiyue, who is more than teenagers older than him, his master.

Why did he like Meng Shiyue so much? The two of them clearly don’t match each other, where did this deep love come from?

Qiqi couldn't figure it out, but Hongqing, who was still standing in the hall, still smiled softly, and his voice was like the wind, with a hint of chill, penetrated into everyone's ears: "The disciple has no father or mother since he was a child, and his disciple's life was saved by his master. Over the years, the disciple has been with his master and has grown up slowly under the care of his master. But until now, the disciple has not been able to repay anything for his master..."

"Young Master, you have been repaying Your Highness..."

"Shut up." Meng Shiyue shouted coldly and turned away Hongyu, staring at Hongqing with sharp eyes: "What do you want to say? Do you want to betray me?"

"How could the disciple betray the master? I wish I could be with my master every day." Hongqing's lips were still filled with a sad smile, but the light of his eyes gradually faded: "The disciple knew that the master cares about Lord Mengjun, but for a while, the disciple really couldn't bring a meeting person to the master. If the master thinks that the disciple's skin can satisfy you, then the disciple is willing to give everything to the master and use himself as a medicine for the holy medicine."

"Young Master!" Hongyu was so scared that she wanted to persuade her, but after seeing the despair hidden under his ink-colored eyes, she didn't know where to persuade her.

Meng Shiyue still looked at Hongqing coldly, closing her lips without saying a word.

Hongqing still smiled so beautifully: "The disciple asked himself that he was not worse than the man sent in, so let the disciple be the medicine tonight. What does the master think?"

"You are forcing me, do you think I will be threatened by you?" Meng Shiyue narrowed her eyes, her face became even colder, but a little pain slowly gathered between her eyebrows and eyes. Her palms fell on her chest, and the huge pain in her body began to occur again.

"Master, the time for practicing qigong is coming. Even if the disciple goes out to look for it now, the master will not have the time to stay and choose it in person. Since that's the case, it's better to choose the disciple." Hongqing looked at her palm pressing against her heart and said softly.

"No one has ever dared to force me in this way. Do you think you are really so important in my heart?"

Hongqing didn't speak, just smiled slightly.

But Hongyu was so scared that she turned pale and was about to say something.

Meng Shiyue suddenly stood up and said angrily: "I want to practice martial arts. Mo Zhu and Hongyu, take him in and take him to the Holy Water Pool to purify himself. After finishing, follow me to Wuya Peak."
Chapter completed!