In Chu Ling'er's room, Lao Huang was personally diagnosing Chu Ling'er's pulse. The room was full of people. They sometimes looked at Chu Ling'er, and sometimes looked at the figure standing closest to the bed curtain, full of curiosity.
Lao Huang let go of his hand, put down Chu Ling'er's sleeves, tucked her into the quilt thoughtfully, and looked back at everyone.
"It's okay, it's just that I haven't been able to sleep for months, and I was suddenly stimulated by a lot of stimulation. I was so frightened that I fainted."
After saying that, Lao Huang stood up and moved out of the way.
Jiang Yang quickly added, looking at Chu Ling'er who was weak on the bed with a worried look.
Why did you faint all of a sudden?
Seeing that Chu Linger was fine, everyone slowly exited the room.
Not long after, Yue Nu pushed the neatly dressed Xiong Miaoyun into the room.
When the little girl who was serving saw Jiang Yang in the house, she yelled "Ghost--" and then ran away without looking back.
After all, in the little girl's perception, Jiang Yang had been buried under the ruins of Zhennanguan and was already a dead man. The one in front of the bed now was just a ghost.
Xiong Miaoyun shook her head helplessly, and slowly stepped forward to the bedside. After taking a look, she gently touched Jiang Yang's shoulder: "Don't worry too much. Ling'er just learned about your death. I'm so sad. This one
I have been kneeling in front of the spirit for months to observe mourning, but no one has tried to persuade me, and I have eaten very little, so I am too weak."
Jiang Yang sighed deeply and hastily wiped a few tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand. He turned around and said with strong composure, "Yes, I understand."
Xiong Miaoyun pursed her red lips and looked at Jiang Yang's red eyes: "Are you crying?"
Jiang Yang waved his hand: "No, the wind is too strong, my eyes are squinting."
Xiong Miaoyun saw through it but did not expose it. After saying a few words, he turned around and left the house.
...
Until the evening, when the snow stopped and night was about to fall.
The comatose Chu Ling'er slowly opened her eyes, sat on the edge of the bed and leaned against the headboard. Jiang Yang, who had been watching for a whole day, immediately noticed it and hurriedly came forward.
Chu Ling'er looked very weak, her lips were dry and flaky, and it was very difficult for her to even blink her eyes.
She stared at Jiang Yang beside the bed, stared at this familiar face, and smiled: "Master, am I dead too?"
Jiang Yang smiled slightly, gently touched Chu Ling'er's forehead, and whispered: "No, it's Master who is alive again."
In Chu Ling'er's understanding, she was already dead, and only by death could she see her master.
Chu Ling'er's mind was spinning very slowly, and she couldn't understand what Jiang Yang meant by this sentence for a long time.
Jiang Yang picked up the still warm rice porridge on the table and leaned Chu Ling'er in his arms: "Here, drink some porridge and supplement some nutrition."
Chu Linger slowly opened her mouth and sipped the porridge in small sips.
After a while, less than half a bowl of porridge was eaten. Chu Ling'er's complexion improved a lot at a speed visible to the naked eye, at least his blinking speed was much faster, but cognitively, he still felt that Jiang Yang was dead.
Jiang Yang corrected her twice, but if she didn't correct him, he let her go.
Soon, Lao Huang came in and took a look, took his pulse again, and said that he would be fine after a few days of rest, and his energy would slowly recover by then. Jiang Yang felt relieved.
"Yue Nu, please come in and take care of me for a while." Lao Huang waved and asked Yue Nu, who was holding the door with both hands, to come in. But Yue Nu seemed to be afraid of Jiang Yang's "ghost" and refused to come in. He was still at the door.
She was only willing to come in after Xiong Miaoyun spoke.
But since he entered the house, he stayed far away from Jiang Yang and was always vigilant. He even found a talisman from nowhere in his hand and pointed it at Jiang Yang: "Don't come here, this is to drive away ghosts...
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Jiang Yang smiled and said to Yue Nu: "Take good care of Ling'er. If not, I will come in and eat you soon."
Yue Nu was so frightened that she quickly walked away from Jiang Yang and stayed by the bed, looking at Chu Ling'er and muttering silently: "You must get better, you must get better..."
After saying that, Jiang Yang followed Lao Huang out of the house.
In the middle of the yard, the wind and snow had stopped. Under the cover of the bamboo forest, there was a girl in green clothes, making a snowman in the yard, her little hands were red and cold.
"Hongdou, come in." Lao Huang called softly, and the girl who was building a snowman raised her face and trotted over.
In the house.
The three of them sat down, with Jiang Yang in the middle, Lao Huang and Xiong Miaoyun on both sides, and only Zhao Hongdou stood stiffly.
The girl opened her big round eyes and looked at the furnishings in the room curiously, and then her eyes fell on Jiang Yang, who was in the first place. She knew that this was her master who had died and resurrected, and was about to become her master.
Lao Huang, who was sitting on one side, made a "pop" sound, pulled out the stopper of the gourd, and sighed: "I really miss you. Since you are not dead and you are back, I can finally have a drink."
Listening to Xiong Miaoyun's explanation next to him, Jiang Yang realized that during his absence, Lao Huang had assumed the responsibility of the "acting head" of Qingyuan Temple. He was so busy every day that he hadn't drank for a long time, which made him greedy.
Already.
Jiang Yang expressed his gratitude to Lao Huang: "Thank you, senior."
Lao Huang took a sip of wine, smacked his lips, and looked very happy: "No, I'm just returning the favor."
Old Huang was stuck in the third rank for decades, unable to be promoted for many years, and was defeated by the junior Xun Yijian. Not to mention how depressed he felt, and he practiced hard for decades. Finally, he was promoted to the second rank in one go because of the strong wine brewed by Jiang Yang.
Lao Huang still remembers this kindness.
After Lao Huang said this, he pointed to Zhao Hongdou standing in front of him: "This little girl is the granddaughter of Zhao Zai, and she came to be her apprentice."
Hearing this, Zhao Hongdou immediately turned around, took out an envelope from his arms, and handed it to Jiang Yang with both hands: "My grandfather asked me to give this to you before he left."
Jiang Yang accepted it and didn't look anxiously, but murmured: "Apprenticeship..."
As he said that, he glanced at Zhao Hongdou. Is this Zhao Zai's granddaughter?
She is quite good-looking, with a raised nose and a small mouth, and is elegant and delicate, giving her a sense of fragility.
However, Jiang Yang always felt that there was a cunning glint in this girl's eyes, like a gray wolf in sheep's clothing.
"Since you are a disciple, then let's do it..."
In the past, Jiang Yang was definitely not willing to accept a disciple, but it was different now.
Want strength!
Want to start a career!
Zhao Hongdou is the granddaughter of Zhao Zai. Who is Zhao Zai? The dean of the Pilgrim Academy and the first person in the contemporary literary world.
Will his granddaughter be bad?
Jiang Yang sat upright, straightened his clothes, and put his arms on the handles on both sides of the Grand Master's chair.
Zhao Hongdou took a look and took a cup of tea from the table on one side with both hands.
Under the witness of the two people, they presented the apprenticeship tea with both hands: "Master, please drink tea!"
Jiang Yang took one look, said "hmm", and stretched out his hand to take the tea.
Unexpectedly, a rough voice suddenly came from the door: "Wait a minute."
Jiang Yang looked up and found that it was Wei Wushuang and Xun Yijian.
This "wait a minute" is exactly what Wei Wushuang said.
Wei Wushuang strode forward, rushed into the room, grabbed the apprenticeship tea from Zhao Hongdou's hand, and spilled half of it.
Then, in full view of everyone, he lifted the hem of his robe and knelt on the ground with a thud: "Master, please bow to me, disciple!"
It happened so suddenly that no one reacted.
Why are there so many people rushing to become apprentices these days?
Jiang Yang was the first to react. Lu Ximing said last night that this man was given to him by the Emperor of Zhou as his bodyguard and apprentice.
"Oh, you, you, you..." Zhao Hongdou was caught by the sudden scene and said in a hurry: "You are not the leader of the Imperial Guards, so why should you be a disciple?"
Zhao Hongdou and Wei Wushuang were both from the Zhou Dynasty, and Zhao Hongdou knew Wei Wushuang.
In previous years, when she followed her grandfather into the palace for a banquet, the always arrogant leader of the imperial army in front of the palace gate was Wei Wushuang.
Wei Wushuang glanced at the little girl next to him: "You think I am willing..."
If not for His Majesty's decree, he would not have become a disciple.
Jiang Yang had already taken the tea from Wei Wushuang and took a sip: "Get up, from now on, you will be the poor third disciple."
Wei Wushuang stood up angrily, crossed his arms across his chest, and stood to one side, as if someone had slept with his beloved girl.
Zhao Hongdou had no choice but to bring a new cup of tea and knelt on the ground: "Master, please bow to me as a disciple."
Jiang Yangzhao answered correctly.
After taking a sip, before the tea could be swallowed, Zhao Hongdou picked up another cup of tea and brought it to Xiong Miaoyun on her own initiative: "Master, please drink tea."
puff--
Jiang Yang squirted out a sip of tea, glanced at Zhao Hongdou strangely, and then looked at Xiong Miaoyun.
Xiong Miaoyun's expression was also very surprised...Does this little girl know what happened last night? This chapter has been completed!