Hanshan Temple.
Because Shen Lang was seriously injured and needed to rest and not be bumpy, he did not return to the Shen family immediately after coming off the cliff. Instead, he rested on the spot at Hanshan Temple.
Ordinary people would be either dead or disabled after suffering such serious injuries. Shen Lang could only rely on his excellent physical strength to get up and walk after the injury. After returning to Hanshan Temple, he also lay down. I haven't stayed in bed for six or seven days.
Shen Lang is a cultivator, and these hardships are nothing to him.
Taking medicine to recuperate his illness is a common thing for military officers.
However, starting from the past two days, the young master was obviously not active in eating and taking medicine.
Wu Yong thought that the young master had finished the meal, and when he was about to go in to clean it up, he saw that the soup and porridge had returned to their original state and were left to dry. They were cold and untouched.
As soon as Wu Yong stepped in, he saw the young master getting off the couch with his hands on his chest. He glanced at Wu Yong who stepped in and said calmly: "Withdraw."
Wu Yong was anxious and hurried over to help him, saying, "Young Master, you are seriously injured. What are you doing up here?"
Then he asked, "How can I recover and increase my physical strength without eating?"
You know, how many people are coming to strangle them now?
After a pause, he immediately said: "But because the weather has been hot and boring these past few days, my subordinates will bring some ice up from the mountain?"
He added: "Or maybe there is a noise in the main hall due to the repairs in the front yard. Then I will go and discuss with Master Xuanzhen to postpone the repair work in the temple for a few days and start the work after we leave the temple." , what do you think, young master?"
Wu Yong made chirping suggestions like an old woman.
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Lang glanced away with a cold look, as if to say: If you continue to be verbose, just go out and receive your punishment.
Wu Yong immediately shrank his neck and quickly closed his mouth.
However, only a moment later, Wu Yong continued to bite the bullet and said: "Young Master, it's...it's time to apply the medicine. I will go and ask the doctor to come over and examine the Young Master."
However, Shen Lang waved his hand and broke away from Wu Yong's support. He only pressed his chest and slowly walked to the window. He glanced out the window and said with a cold expression: "Just step back."
After saying that, he pushed open the half-open window and glanced in a certain direction.
Wu Yong reacted and immediately turned to look at the door, pretending to be surprised: "Hey, Miss Liu, you're here."
Shen Lang, who was standing at the window, immediately heard the sound and looked over.
But I saw that the door of the house was closed tightly, and it was obviously quiet there, with no shadow at all.
Shen Lang pursed his lips, and instantly cast a cold and stern look on Wu Yong's face, almost splitting his face into two pieces.
Wu Yong immediately lowered his head and winked secretly on his hidden face.
We now know the reason why the young master was unhappy and uncooperative in the past two days. It turns out that during the two days when he returned to the temple, Miss Liu came to serve him for several days, serving meals and taking medicine. After her life was safe, Miss Liu never came again after getting up.
Therefore, since yesterday, the young master has been tossing and turning, lying in the meditation room, looking calm and saying nothing. By evening, his face was no longer good, and he looked like he would not let strangers enter.
Until this morning, for the first time, I didn't even need meals, and even the doctor wasn't allowed in.
At first, Wu Yong only thought it was because of the itching of the wound.
However, in the past few years, as the young master has traveled around, it is not that he has encountered some dangers. When they crossed the virgin forest, they lived in the forest for half a year and had confrontations with wolves. , Major injuries and minor injuries occurred from time to time. Every time he was injured, he cried and howled in pain. The young master never made a sound even if he saw bones.
I've never seen him so... difficult to maintain, or pretentious?
Ahem.
Obviously, they were quite cooperative in the past few days.
It was only then that the young master opened the window and looked in a certain direction. Wu Yong suddenly had a flash of inspiration and realized, oh, it turns out that Miss Liu was waiting for her a few days ago. These days... Liu The girl has not been seen for two days.
But the young master has just started in these two days, which is difficult to do.
If this is the reason——
Then Wu Yong rolled his eyes and said tentatively: "Young master, the temple is under renovation these days. Miss Liu is afraid that she will be bored if she doesn't leave home. Why don't you invite her to come and visit us?" Let’s walk around and take a break, what do you think?”
Wu Yong inquired cautiously, very considerate and discerning, trying his best to maintain the young master's high dignity, and did not at all point out the embarrassment of the young master wanting to see Miss Liu's secret thoughts being glimpsed by him.
Sure enough, when Shen Lang heard this, he glanced at Wu Yong lightly, and after a moment, he pursed his lips slightly and turned away.
He didn't say anything, and looked calm and unconcerned.
The hand behind his back rubbed the jade ring on his thumb.
Seeing this, Wu Yong curled his lips, snickered, and said: "Okay, then my subordinate will resign."
It was not clear whether to go or not.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Yong turned around, opened the door with soup and porridge and stepped out.
As soon as Wu Yong left, Shen Lang closed the window with a snap, and a moment later, he opened the window with a snap, feeling a little irritated for no reason.
Just as he was about to turn around and go back to the house, he heard Wu Yong's words from that bastard outside again: "Hey, Miss Liu, are you here to see my young master? You are here." Yes? My young master is waiting for you?"
Wu Yong's enthusiastic and flattering voice suddenly sounded outside.
Shen Lang looked slightly startled, turned his face, and looked towards the door.
After a while, he frowned slightly again, but when the bastard was playing tricks again and continued to walk inside, at this time, a gentle and sweet voice sounded from outside: "Your young master is feeling better. What?"
The voice was lazy, soft and charming, but it was as casual and broad as trickling water.
Shen Lang's footsteps stopped instantly.
Finally, he slowly turned his head again and looked towards the door bit by bit.
"No, it's really not good. The young master hasn't eaten well or slept well these past two days. Yesterday, his wound was torn and blood overflowed. The doctor said these days are critical. , if the cultivation is not good, the wound infection and contamination may enter the brain or heart, and there may be danger."
Wu Yong had a bleak face and spoke to Liu Yingying with a worried expression.
When Liu Yingying heard this, she frowned and said, "Weren't you fine the past few days?"
Wu Yong said: "No, the doctor clearly said in the past two days that there is no longer any concern for life, but these two days... these two days, hey, maybe it's because the injuries are too serious. It is also close to the heart, and there are signs of reflux. In addition, the wound is painful and itchy, and I have to lie on the bed all day long, unable to move. It is always extremely uncomfortable. No, I am a young master of breakfast today. It’s no use even a mouthful of it.”
Wu Yong sighed.
After a pause, he added: "The injury was serious, but now I don't even need meals. How can I get better from this injury?"
Then, he looked at Liu Yingying with an expression of "Young master, if something happens, what should I do?", as if grasping a life-saving straw, looked at Liu Yingying with hope, and said: "Fortunately, Miss Liu, you are here now." , you are careful and soft-handed, and you have taken good care of the young master in the past few days. You are not like the old and clumsy people like us. How about you help persuade the young master to let him eat some food? Your Majesty, I would like to thank Miss Liu here."
Wu Yong looked like he was begging his grandfather to sue his grandmother, and he bowed gratefully to Liu Yingying, and bowed again and again.
Liu Yingying looked at him suspiciously, always feeling that under Wu Guard's honest appearance, there was a dishonest heart, just like his young master.
After glancing at Wu Yong and then toward the Zen room, Liu Yingying finally said calmly: "It just so happened that there was too much soup and porridge this morning. I brought an extra bowl. I'll go in and have a look."
After Liu Yingying finished speaking, she took a food box from Taoyao's hand.
Wu Yong suddenly looked at Liu Yingying with eyes filled with enthusiasm, wishing he could kowtow to her three times on the spot.
Liu Yingying carried the food box to the door of the meditation room and knocked. After a while, she heard a cold voice from inside: "Come in."
Liu Yingying paused, then slowly opened the door and stepped in. When she raised her eyes, she saw no one on the bed.
The Zen room is simple and simple, not as luxurious and gorgeous as the Shen family, and does not have any complicated furnishings. Each room is similar, with a kang, a table, a cabinet, and nothing else.
Because of Shen Lang's high status in the temple and his love for practicing copying scriptures, there was an extra desk and bookshelf in the room.
When he was no longer on the Kang couch, he glanced around and saw Shen Lang standing by the desk, holding a pen in his hand and practicing calligraphy.
His right arm was injured and broken, and was fixed with iron so that he could not move.
He is writing with his left hand.
However, his left shoulder was also injured and it was difficult to use his left hand.
When Liu Yingying saw this, she frowned again.
Shen Lang kept a calm expression, neither raising his head nor looking at who was coming.
Liu Yingying went straight in, placed the food box on the square table, opened it, and gently took out the bowl in the food box, which was a bowl of shredded chicken porridge.
Meat and meat are not eaten in the temple, and Shen Lang refused to eat meat and fish in the temple.
However, Shen Lang was seriously injured and needed nutrition, so Liu Yingying secretly sent a few wild pheasants to the temple yesterday. She also begged the monks in the temple to send a stove to her residence. I secretly stewed shredded chicken porridge in the house all night.
At this moment, the meat porridge is soft, glutinous and fragrant, and it melts in your mouth.
Liu Yingying scooped out the meat porridge and put it in a bowl and let it cool. Then she looked towards the table and said, "Young Master, it's time to eat."
As soon as Liu Yingying opened her mouth, the figure on the desk glanced at the center of the room, as if she had just discovered who it was, and then returned her gaze to the desk. On the table, after a moment, he said lightly: "Leave it alone."
He didn’t say whether he wanted to eat it or not.
Then, continue practicing calligraphy.
Liu Yingying heard this, but she was not used to him. She walked over slowly, then snatched the brush from Shen Lang's hand and confiscated it. She looked at Shen Lang and said, "I tried my best to pull him back from the gate of hell. , not for messing around."
After saying that, Liu Yingying raised her chin, looked at Shen Lang and said, "Have a meal."
There was a hint of command in the cold and serious tone.
As soon as she finished speaking, Liu Yingying put the brush on the desk, then raised her hand to grab Shen Lang's hand and walked towards the square table in the center of the room.
Shen Lang looked at Liu Yingying, who looked arrogant, with her pursed red lips, her small chin stretched, and her jawline stretched into a straight line. His eyes dropped again and fell on the slender jade finger, which was holding her hand at the moment. Holding his hand, their hands were entwined.
Shen Lang watched intently, his throat only felt a little itchy.
He just curled his lips slightly and obeyed, letting her pull him all the way back to the table.
Then, he saw her loosen her hand and push a bowl of meat porridge in front of him.
Shen Lang glanced at the bowl of meat porridge. It was not the food in the canteen of the temple. He raised his eyes slightly, as if he was a little surprised.
After a moment, he raised his eyes and looked at the person beside him.
But he saw Liu Yingying not squinting, pretending not to see.
Shen Lang watched for a while, and finally slowly raised his hand. However, the moment he picked up the spoon, the spoon slipped from his hand again and fell into the bowl again.
There was meat porridge splashing out of the bowl.
Liu Yingying immediately looked over and glared at the person, but she saw Shen Lang frowning and slowly raising the palm of his left hand, taking a look at it, and then squeezed it slightly, but he couldn't hold it tightly.
Then, he looked at Liu Yingying with his palm raised, as if his hand was injured and he couldn't lift it up.
When Liu Yingying saw this, she rolled her eyes in her heart.
I had practiced calligraphy well just now, but when it was time to eat, I couldn't even lift a spoon.
Liu Yingying snorted coldly, rolled her eyes again, and was too lazy to argue with him. After a long time, she finally picked up the bowl, then raised the spoon to scoop out a spoonful of meat porridge. After a while, she brought it to her lips and blew it gently. After a while, he slowly brought it to the man's lips and fed it himself.
