Lord, your mask fell off

Chapter 1600

"Ah—help—"

"It's cold—"

"Don't catch me!"

"..."

Dongting Wangyu suddenly sat up from the bed, looked around, he realized that he was dreaming, he took a deep breath, exhaled the stale air, then got off the bed, walked to the table, Wanted to pour myself a glass of water.

When the cold water entered his throat and calmed down the anxiety in his heart, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows and eyes, where there was a sudden pain.

In the dream just now, he dreamed that she met a brown bear, she had nowhere to run and shouted for help, when he was going to save her, the dream changed, she fell into the rain, her whole body was hot, her hands hugged her body, Shouting cold everywhere, when he wanted to step forward to hug her, the dream changed again, she was dragged away by Moon Clan soldiers, trying to kill her, he was anxious to rush over, and woke up.

Thinking of this, he pulled his lips, showing a hint of self-mockery, a little slumped. In his dream, he was in a mess, and he didn't expect that this was not true at all. According to her temperament, she is not the kind of person who is powerless People with good martial arts and medical skills to protect themselves will not have any problems at all.

However, he still couldn't control his worry.

These accidents are not impossible.

If she gets lost and walks into the deep mountains and old forests, if she gets caught in the rain and gets cold, and no one takes care of her, if she encounters a war between the sun and the moon and is used as cannon fodder...

He needs to be calm and calm, this night is destined to be difficult to sleep.

He turned around and walked to the window sill, wanting to blow some air, but out of the corner of his eye, he fell on a potted flower placed by the window sill. The dark green leaves trembled in the wind, and several flower buds had already formed on the branches, but they hadn't grown yet. open.

It was a month ago, she brought it back from outside, and said that He Qingyan was very similar to the rose she was talking about, and told him that it was called love flower, and she smiled like a kitten when she said it.

In my impression, I only remember her smiling like a flower, her hands were full of dirt, and she didn't feel dirty at all, but she didn't pay more attention to what the flower looked like, and she usually did the watering and care of the flowers. It was the first time he observed the flower so carefully.

The finger touched the leaf involuntarily, but it was pricked, and a small drop of blood condensed on the pulp of the finger.

He raised his eyebrows and turned over the leaves, only to find that the branches were full of sharp thorns, just like her thorny little pepper.

"I told you, all beautiful things have thorns, which makes you owe!" A familiar voice of complaint rang in my ears.

As soon as his eyes lit up, he immediately turned around, but before the brows were filled with joy, he saw that there was no one behind him.

Disappointment ensued.

Empty joy.

He snorted softly, "Dong Ting Wang Yu, Dong Ting Wang Yu, when did you become an abandoned widow?"

After laughing at himself, he walked to the closet and was about to take a cloak, but when he opened it and saw the piles of neatly placed clothes, his hands dropped to his sides, and he didn't even have the strength to lift it up.

He didn't have a maid to accompany him, and Zimo didn't follow him. The only one who could help him tidy up was the little witch.

As if unknowingly, she had broken into his life, and unknowingly, like this flower, she had taken root in the soil.

But he turned a blind eye to her contribution and did not respond, but he always enjoyed everything she did for him with peace of mind.

Looking at jade in the east court, you are so weak!
Due to the continuous rainstorm, the scheduled departure time of the Moon Clan was postponed for a few days.

Today, Cheng Yanluo went to take Chu Qingyan's pulse and was not in the yard, only Kong Ling was left checking the herbs.

At this moment, the door opened, and the cold wind blew in. Kong Ling raised his head, and then twitched his eyes because he saw a "wandering spirit" floating into his room.

"You? Master Dongting?"

Kong Ling thought that Qingtian Bairi had seen a ghost, but when he took a closer look, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Dongting Wangyu's face was pale, her eyes were swollen, and her spirit was listless. If she was not breathing, she would really be mistaken for a ghost.

"It's me." Dongting Wangyu murmured quietly.

Kong Ling patted his chest, took a deep breath, "Young Master Dongting, I haven't seen you for a few days, why did you make yourself like this?"

People don't look like people, ghosts don't look like ghosts, as if he has been ravaged, but this person is so strong, except for the master and the little princess, who would dare to torment him like this?
Dongting Wangyu sighed quietly, "I don't know, I can't sleep or eat recently, show me, am I sick?"

Upon hearing this, Kong Ling immediately backed away and gave up the chair behind him, "Sit down quickly, I'll take your pulse and see what's going on!"

Dong Ting Wang Yushun sat down, stretched out his wrist, and waited for his diagnosis.

Seeing his smooth and flowing movements, his eyes were empty and lifeless, as if everything happened unconsciously, Kong Ling was surprised, it seemed that this man was seriously ill, and the elegant and noble son suddenly became a walking dead.

Kong Ling didn't dare to delay, and immediately put his pulse on his pulse, feeling it with concentration, but after a long time, he inexplicably glanced at the person in front of him, this person is in great health!Could it be a misdiagnosis?
"Master Dongting, stick out the coating of your tongue for me to see."

The person in front of him was very cooperative, so he checked again by pulling his eyelids.

In the end, it was confirmed that he was not sick!
But seeing his appearance, Kong Ling thought for a while and said, "Tell me about your situation, and I will prescribe the right medicine."

"When I sleep, I always dream."

"Dream what?"

Dongting Wangyu was slightly taken aback, and said truthfully, "There are many dreams. Sometimes I dream of people asking for help, sometimes I dream of people being sick, and sometimes I dream of people surrounded by fire. I can't sleep well, and I will be awakened every time."

"Then what else?" Kong Ling asked.

"I have no appetite, can't eat anything, can't concentrate on doing things, feel like a daze every now and then, and have no interest in doing anything." Even those delicacies are tasteless to him.

Speaking of this, Dong Ting Wangyu looked at Kong Ling with a faint gaze, "I have lived for so long, I have never felt this way, Kong Ling, tell me honestly, am I suffering from some terminal illness?"

Listening to him talking about these illnesses, Kong Ling had a faint guess in his heart, "Don't worry, I'll ask you, don't hide it, is the person in dire straits that appeared in those repeated dreams that you had, Miss Tao?" ?”

Dong Ting Wangyu, who had seen through life and death as soon as he came in, finally had a slight change in his eyes, "How do you know? Do you have the ability to spy on people's dreams as medical students?"

"Master Dongting was joking." Kong Ling shook his head.

"Then my illness—"

"I already have an idea."

"what?"

"According to my observation just now and your description, Mr. Dongting, you are suffering from lovesickness."

With a thunderbolt from the blue, Dongting Wangyu was in a mess.

What, what the hell?lovesickness?

　(Wood spirit count: No.19 is coming!)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)