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The day before Yan Huai went to school, Tingyuan suddenly grew up.

It was a fine morning.

TingYang calls Tingyuan to get up before Yanhuai gets up.

The night before yesterday, Tingyuan was still learning to sort out the books in his study, but because he was too small, he was too tired to sleep for a while.

Another day is the day when Yanhuai goes to school. If Tingyuan is really stupid and stupid, he will give him more trouble.

Therefore, TingYang plans to let Tingyuan get up an hour early to make up for the training he left last night.

The sky has already appeared the light of dawn. TingYang walks in the corridor and knocks at the door of Tingyuan.

"Court yuan."

TingYang first called his name, half a day did not get a response, pushed the door in.

There was a window in the room that was transparent, and the light from the sky at dawn came into the room from the window.

The luminous stone on the top of the wall shimmered in the half dark room.

The gauze curtain on the bed had been put down, and a man was lying on the bed.

TingYang went to the bedside and lifted the gauze curtain with the handle of his sword.

It was not the child who was tired to sleep with books last night, lying with his back to him.

Lying on the couch, a head of black hair scattered on the edge of the pillow, under the bedding indistinctly visible snow-white shoulder back, even the quilts are the length of an adult.

This is

TingYang was about to open the quilt to find out, Yanhuai walked in.

"TingYang."

Yan Huai was standing at the door with a white robe, supporting the door and looking at this side.

TingYang immediately closed his hand, turned to Yan Huai and bowed to salute.

"Young master."

Yan Huai conveniently closed the door and went into the room with his broad robe.

"What happened?" Yan Huai walks lightly, did not make any sound, "court yuan how?"

TingYang held the handle of the sword tightly, and the mouth of the tiger was stuck on the pattern of the sword.

He bowed his head and stepped back to get out of the way. He stood on the side of the bed and lifted the gauze curtain.

Yanhuai took a look at him, pulled the hem of the robe and walked to the bedside.

After the curtain is pulled open, the air leaks, and the court yuan turns over and shrinks to the quilt.

Yanhuai approached and found that Tingyuan had grown into a teenager.

By the light of the luminous stone, Yanhuai found that Tingyuan's face was covered with unnatural red.

Tingyuan's head was facing the outside of the bed. After a while, he frowned and wanted to turn back into the bed.

Yanhuai pressed his shoulder across the quilt, and his wide sleeves slid along the quilt into the quilt, sweeping the shoulders of the court yuan.

The moment the cold cloth swept over the body, Tingyuan woke up from his sleep.

He opened his confused big eyes and looked at Yan Huai. His big dark eyes were full of fog.

Yan Huai sat on the edge of the bed, folding his sleeves to explore his forehead.

Yan Huai's body with the cool of the morning, cold fingertips on Tingyuan forehead, he actually did not feel cold, but feel very comfortable.

"Childe..." Tingyuan found that his voice was hoarse.

He couldn't help but block Yan Huai's hand, turned his head to the bed inside and cleared his throat.

Yanhuai took his hand back and put his long sleeves on the edge of the bed.

"Get the medicine." Yan Huai told TingYang, "the court yuan illusory human form."

TingYang bowed and agreed and left the room quickly.

Tingyuan was dizzy in his mind. He could not remember what he had heard.

He can only look at Yan Huai sitting by his bed with big eyes, and then he falls into a coma.