The Journey of a Pseudo-Art Woman

Chapter 127 Chapter 110 Nine, stupid woman, you are disobedient

In the room, Jin Shu was sitting on the couch, holding the decoction just made according to the prescription in his hand, looking anxiously at Yunran lying on the couch.

Holding the spoon in her right hand, she gently scooped a small spoonful of reddish-brown decoction in the white porcelain bowl, put it in her mouth and blew a few breaths, and slowly sent it to Yunran's lips...

Unexpectedly, the decoction reached Yunran's lips, but it couldn't be poured in. The reddish-brown medicine seemed to follow the lips to the neck.

Jin Shu hurriedly wiped it with a handkerchief, and at the end, took another ladle of soup and medicine and sent it. However, the result was still the same, so he tried a few more times. Finally, even Jin Shu, who was always patient, became anxious.

If the girl can't drink the medicine and continues like this, what can be done.

"Master, girl, girl can't drink medicine..."

Leng Jingyan leaned against her bedside to take a nap, and after hearing Jin Shu's words, he immediately woke up, looking at Jin Shu who was wiping Yun Ran's lips, and at the brown soup in her bowl, frowning.

"This woman is really disobedient, you go out and let me come..."

Jin Shu handed over the medicine bowl, pulled Qin Shu out together, and gently closed the door, the two of them did not dare to go far, fearing that the owner of their own village would give orders in a while, and they would stand guard outside the door.

Qin Shu glanced at the closed door, and said softly, "Sister, tell me, Miss Ruoyun, what should I do if I can't wake up."

Big boy Jinshu, how can this little girl say such a thing, I know she has a child's heart, and there is nothing wrong with her intentions, but it is not good for people to hear her words, so I hurriedly blocked her with words. "Shut up, why can't the girl wake up, she's just in a coma for a while."

"Hey, the girl treats us very well on weekdays, I hope you can wake up soon, don't let the young master worry about it..."

Jin Shu remained silent, thinking of the look in the eyes of his owner looking at Miss Yun, his heart was turbulent again, if he could find such a man who could stay by his bedside when he was sick and accompany him for a lifetime, how wonderful it would be .

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel hot on her face, Qin Shu told her to blush, and said inexplicably, "Why are you blushing..."

"Little girl, don't talk..." Jin Shusheng was afraid that his thoughts would be seen through, so he hurriedly collected his thoughts.

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Leng Jingyan in the room held the medicine bowl, looked at Yunran with a tender face, and stroked the hair on her forehead for her. Finally, he coaxed the unconscious woman on the bed like a child.

"Stupid woman, it's not worrying to drink medicine. Quickly, drink the medicine obediently..." He brought the spoon of the medicine to Yun Ran's mouth and poured it down, but immediately, the soup came out of her mouth again. flowed out...

Leng Jingyan frowned, but he was still not discouraged. "Ran'er, drink the medicine..." Another spoonful was given, but Yunran still didn't give him face to drink the soup.

"Ran'er, you're like this, tell me what to do..." He put down the soup and sighed. After a while, he picked up the medicine bowl again and took a big gulp. Finally, he covered his lips on Yunran's face. On the lips of the cherry blossom petals, the moment the two skins touched, his body froze obviously, but he immediately withdrew his thoughts, and slowly sent the medicine juice in his mouth to Yunran's mouth...

After a while, the lips parted. This time, the soup did not flow out. Leng Jingyan was overjoyed, took another sip, and sent the soup down according to the method just now...

After all the soup and medicine in the bowl were clean, he put the bowl aside and took out a piccolo from his sleeve. The flute was shiny and smooth, obviously carved from high-quality white jade, and the whole body of the flute was engraved with The simple pattern, at the end, is also engraved with a delicate crimson character in lower script.

Leng Jingyan lowered his eyebrows, rubbing the word repeatedly with his fingertips, feeling inexplicably sore in his heart, then looked at the woman on the bed, brought the flute to his lips and began to blow it...

The lingering sound circled the beam, turning a thousand times, Yunran was in a dream, in the smoky bamboo forest, she was running in a panic alone, she didn't know where to run, why she ran, and she didn't know how long she ran aimlessly like this At that time, in the late autumn of the jungle, there was a melodious and crisp flute sound...

She stopped and listened carefully, as if she was afraid of missing every note. After listening quietly for a while, she felt her nerves relaxed, her pores stretched, and her heart gradually calmed down...

At the end of the song, the lingering sound curled up. When the last melody disappeared, Yun Ran became a little flustered for some reason, looking around for the person who played the song.

Look, who is it?
From nowhere, an old man with gray hair came out of the smog, and Yunran was overjoyed for a while, "Grandpa, was that the song you played just now? Would you like to play another song?"

The old man smiled and said nothing, Yun Ran was a little anxious, and after a long while, he heard him speak quietly, his voice was misty and psychedelic, and seemed to be far away.

"Girl, that person is close at hand, but also at the end of the world..."

Before Yunran understood the meaning of these words, the old man seemed to disappear out of thin air, leaving only layers of fog that could not be dispelled...

(End of this chapter)