Chapter 19: Heartbeat (5)

I took this elixir to my nose and sniffed it, and it faintly smelled of two scented herbs.
I was stunned: "This, this, this pill was made by breaking your cultivation base? You...you know that I want to pass the cultivation base to Mo Yuan?" Then he looked at him left and right, "Go to Yingzhou Fetching Shenzhi Grass was not hurt by those four fierce beasts?"
He covered his sleeves and coughed twice, and said, "Oh? You actually want to transfer your own cultivation base to Mo Yuan? But I didn't expect that, when you sealed Qingcang alone, the immortal power of the whole body had been reduced a lot. Fortunately, I succeeded in making this pill earlier. If you give Mo Yuan some more immortal power, you will have a little bit of cultivation base and I am too sorry for the name of God." Turned the teacup in his hand and said again," God the father raised me in the first place, and this kind of nurturing was not rewarded. He left behind a pair of children. The small ones are gone, and the big ones are still there. I can help as much as I can."
What he said was an understatement, but the friendship in it was deep. My eyes were moisturized, and I put away the pill and thanked him.
He accepted the thanks, but didn't say anything, only sighed.
I was silently holding the pill.
He raised his eyelids and looked at me. He stopped talking for a while, and finally laughed, and said, "I should go, too. You can take it to him one day when Diyong is in good spirits. His body is bones. You don’t know if you can take this pill, you should take care of it more."
I nodded and said yes, and watched him out of the hall.
The spirit of Diyong has not been bad for a day. The wife of Xihaijun is very happy, and Xihaijun is also very happy, so the whole Xihaihai is happy. But the bones of Di Yong Yong were not strong by nature, and after taking this ten thousand years of cultivation of Zheyan, he must be made up for the rest of the month. With a compassionate Bodhisattva heart, I decided to let Di Yong Yong jump for a few more days before getting out of bed. In the past few days when he was bouncing around, the fourth brother's alcohol and meat friend Su Moye invited me to have a few drinks.
After half a month, I personally served him and swallowed the pill delivered by Zheyan. Although Dilima's body and bones are not good, it is not as bad as I and Zheyan estimated. After swallowing this pill, he was dizzy in bed for seven days.
Since he fainted on the bed, for the past seven days, his mother was sitting on his bedside with tears. Although I promised him that this symptom was just overfilling, he couldn't bear it a little bit. But his mother's face looked at me still full of anger.
I don’t need to see her face, but because she is too tight with her son, she is afraid of something wrong with the sleeping Diyun for a while and can’t find me, so she asked the king of Xihaihai to come to me and follow her. He stayed in front of the bed of Dilima every day. I couldn't help the face of Jun Xihaihai, so I had to answer with a stiff face. She sits on the bedside and mourns her son every day. I can peel a walnut and make her stare in sorrow for a long time. After peeling it two or three times, it is difficult to peel it again, and the life is bleak.
On the night of the seventh day, the Monroe who had made up his head finally passed his breath and woke up. I am the only one in the room at this time. His mother was still guarding him the moment before, but because of guarding him for seven days and seeing that he still didn’t wake up, she didn’t really feel angry at me. She was so sad and dizzy. She was just being caught by Xihai Sea. Jun carried it out.
I leaned over, intending to see how well the pill was absorbed by him. Fang reached the edge of the bed, but he grasped his hand. He looked complicated and looked at me and said, "Did you stay by my side for the few days I slept?"
I nodded and said, "What else do you think is not good?"
He didn't answer me, but frowned: "I heard you are a broken sleeve?"
Dong Hai Jun is good, very good, this gossip has actually spread to Xi Hai.
But this kind of thing has always been described more and more darkly. I did not change in response to ever-changing things, and took out my hand to calmly answer: "I heard that your highness is also a broken sleeve.
He twisted his eyebrows into one and said, "Yes, although I have a broken sleeve, I don't love you like you."
I went to check the pulse for him, and said perfunctorily: "Oh, your appearance is weak, you shouldn't love me like this, you should love Ye Huajun's appearance if you want to love."
Among the male immortals I know, Ye Hua looks the best. Although his face is indistinguishable from Mo Yuan, his face is always cold and hard-line. The monarch is born with a literary spirit, and his sexual love hurts the spring and the autumn. I guess his positioning of himself is a relatively weak positioning. Even if he likes men, he also likes hard-line men, so he has the perfunctory sentence. I just said casually, his face turned red instantly, and he hurriedly glanced aside.
There was a thud in my heart, and my trembling hands pinched his pulse and said, "You...you really want to be Ye Huajun?"
He turned his head and looked at me, embarrassed: "This fact can't be forced, Xianjun you take care of me intricately, I am very grateful to you. If it weren't for the maids in the temple to tell me, I actually didn't notice your intentions. Before I noticed your intentions, I was very comfortable with your diligent care. It was also because of... and because of the rumor that you had the same monarch, there were some lumps in my heart. I don’t want to make a fortune, but now I know it. I know your true intentions. I know your intentions, but I can’t respond to you, making me feel very sad and sorry for you.
After a pause, he sighed with infinite sadness:
I’m such a thing. I only saw it in the drama that Su Moye brought to me a long time ago, but I didn't expect that the story in the drama would make us respond." He sighed, and then said: "The paragraph on the same monarch with Xianjun is true. Yes? Lord, he doesn't resist breaking his sleeves, does he?"
I was stunned for a long time before I recovered my soul from this triangle-off-sleeve relationship described by the dragon. He twitched the corners of his mouth, gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "He resisted. I tried everything but he still resisted. That's why I took the second place and transferred my thoughts to your Highness."
His flushed face turned pale.
I have always known that Ye Hua's face provokes peach blossoms, but I didn't expect to provoke peach blossoms for men occasionally. The fourth brother said rightly, this year is really a heartbreaking year. Well, it's better not to let Ye Hua come to Xihai in the future. The pulse of the monarch is very stable, and the energy is very peaceful.
But in order to be stable, I feel that I need to use another soul-chasing technique to investigate whether the immortal energy in his body is as my wish, and to protect Mo Yuan's soul.
Diem Yong had suffered a boring loss last time, but he didn't learn to be shrewd at all, and fell on my hand knife again. Because it was the second time to use the spirit chasing technique in front of him, I got into his soul without any hindrance. This time I didn't rely on the guidance of the Great Sage Buddha's voice, so I found Mo Yuan smoothly.
When I saw him last time, there was only a faint ray of fairy energy protecting him. The immortal energy that was protecting him this time was huge and turbulent, and I couldn't get close to him at all. Such a powerful immortal power cannot be cultivated without tens of thousands of years of intensive cultivation.
It seemed that Mo Yuan was just around the corner when he woke up.
But... the aura that can protect Mo Yuan, but it's not a shame. Such a turbulent and calm, restrained and majestic aura... I was cold in my heart, and I finally understood that Zheyan's hesitation when sending medicinal pills came over, and I finally understood why he went to Yingzhou to get Shenzhi grass, but there was nothing on him. The slightest scar.
But because he had never been to Yingzhou, he had never provoked the fierce beast that guarded the immortal grass. Although he has never been serious, he never lies, never takes advantage of others. At that time, he wanted to tell me that this pill was actually made by Ye Hua. But why does he want to hide from me? Is it impossible... Is it impossible...
I firmly held my mind to withdraw from the primordial spirit of Diyun, stumbled on the table aside and poured a cup of tea. Before I poured it down, I vomited two mouthfuls of blood. Only then did the consciousness fluctuate severely.
There was a sudden jump in my heart, and my legs softened and knelt down against the feet of the table. With the tea cup broken to the ground, Diyun rubbed my head and sat up on the bed. After a while, I said, "What's wrong with you?"
I grinned reluctantly, and stood up on the table: "His Royal Highness is already well, so there is no need for Xiaoxian to take care of it anymore. Please trouble your Highness to say to Shuijun that Xiaoxian has something urgent and must go back to Taolin first."