Chapter 794
The mandarin ducks are lying on their necks, and they don't know what night it is.

The stove under the porch was still blazing, and the hot kettle on the stove was bubbling hot water from the spout.

The hot water fell on the fire, and a burst of green smoke hissed up.

As for Yun Zhuohua's voice, "Xianggong..."

It has already filled Cangyu's heart, and there is no room for anything else.

When Cangyu woke up, Yun Zhuohua was still fast asleep.

Cangyu wrapped Yun Zhuohua up with a quilt, got out of bed by herself, and closed the bed curtains.

He opened the window a crack, it was already dark outside, and the light rain was falling slowly.

The small stove in the porch has been turned off, Yun Zhuohua was originally placed on the bamboo chair next to him, the legs of the chair were soaked by the rain.

Cangyu walked out in the rain, took a bucket of hot spring water, heated it up, and brought it to the room for Yun Zhuohua to scrub.

On the fair skin, red plum blossoms bloomed, and Cangyu blushed and felt his heart beat.

He was already very gentle just now, but he still accidentally left marks on Yun Zhuohua's body.

Cangyu took the soaked soft cloth and wiped it over the mark, in exchange for Yun Zhuohua's frowning hum.

Cangyu's hand paused, watching Yun Zhuohua's body move, but he didn't wake up, changed into a comfortable position, and fell asleep again.

Only then did he lightly move again and continue to wipe.

After tidying up Yun Zhuohua, Cangyu also cleaned up herself.

Only then did he hold a candle and sat on the edge of Yun Zhuohua's bed.

Feel the pulse and apply the needle.

Xu is, Yun Zhuohua is really exhausted, her body is obviously in pain to the limit, and the back that has just been wiped is dripping with water.

Even if Cangyu didn't use the drug this time, Yun Zhuohua still didn't wake up.

Seeing Yun Zhuohua's improved health, Cangyu can finally relax.

Perhaps, this is the last time he will do these things for Yun Zhuohua.

The rest is up to fate.

There was about half a bowl full of blood on the arm, Cangyu's face was pale, but she still mobilized her internal strength and persisted with her teeth gritted.

After he coaxed Yun Zhuohua to drink the bowl of medicine, Cang Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As usual, he cleaned the medicine bowl and put it away.

All other medicinal materials used were also put into the cabinet.

According to Yun Zhuohua's temperament, he will definitely not go through it, and he will never find out about it.

In the hazy rainy night, Cangyu was holding a teacup, leaning lazily on the back of the bamboo chair like Yun Zhuohua.

He stretched out his hand and touched the small stove that had been extinguished, and the teapot in his hand was also ice-cold.

He poured a glass of water, held it in the palm of his hand, and took a sip lightly.

The coldness of the tea slipped from his mouth all the way to his heart.

When the light rain gradually subsided, the sound of footsteps outside also became farther and farther away.

Only then did Yun Zhuohua open her eyes, she braced herself, picked up the clean clothes that were placed beside the bed, and put them on.

When she landed, her haggard legs gave way and she almost fell to the ground.

The pain from all the limbs made her have to grit her teeth tightly, and then barely supported the bedpost and stood up again.

The cold sweat on her forehead dripped down one by one.

Yun Zhuohua managed to get to the window, she opened the window, and saw that there was no one in the corridor.

The yard was also empty.

She lifted the curtain of the blue cloth, and everything in the main house was tidy and orderly.

On the stove, a pot of hot water was still warmed with charcoal fire.

(End of this chapter)

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