Yan Lingbin was also decisive, and found that the two would not have a good result, so he immediately chose to make a decision.

It's easy to find a reason, the correspondence between the two is unreasonable, have you ever seen one of them climb the wall all day long in order to meet? It is a good name for men to spread it and make trouble, but in any case, for women, it must be a bad reputation.

It was Yan Lingbin who proposed not to come again, which is reasonable to some extent.

Zhou Shaoyu was inexplicable, he believed that Yan Lingbin still had a certain impression of him, in this case, he was obviously fine last time, but now his face suddenly changed, there must be something he didn't understand.

Leave? Zhou Shaoyu thought about it, and it was okay to continue to ask for an understanding, but there were more detours that were difficult to take, so it was better to take a simple walk.

First, he firmly believed that Yan Lingbin must have some reason, if he was going to be a good one, but if Yan Lingbin had a little shadow of him in his heart, he would only miss it more and more.

Second, it is to inquire about the reason first, and then prescribe the right medicine, otherwise it will be time-consuming and labor-intensive, why bother.

"Since it is what Yan Niangzi wants, I know it below." Zhou Shaoyu nodded, took out a Gu tonic soup and left, arched his hand, and walked over the wall in a slippery manner.

Don't look at Yan Lingbin's resoluteness, when Zhou Shaoyu left, his heart was empty, he sighed, and sat for a long time.

Speaking of which, Zhou Shaoyu is also stained with Yan Lingbin's longevity, otherwise it would not be so easy to gain favor. Yan Lingbin has been hospitable for many years, how can he not see some young talents, he is really so easy to be tempted, and he will not stay until now.

However, on the other hand, as the so-called woman does not conceive spring, it is precisely because she has not lived that she is even more looking forward to it, but the final result is that she will not live long. Of course, you don't care about Zhou Shaoyu's thoughts and dependents, but why bother to be so selfish and leave Zhou Shaoyu alone.

Zhou Shaoyu, who didn't really leave at all, secretly observed, looking at Yan Lingbin's sad face, he had a little bottom in his heart, and the next thing was to investigate.

It's just that Yan Lingbin's matter of inviting a famous doctor is hidden, and not many people know about it, not even the old bustard in Rucui Building. Zhou Shaoyu tried his best to connect and probe for several days, but there was no result.

However, some things can't be hidden from people after all, in order to invite a famous doctor, Yan Lingbin also asked a few guests to help, and one of them suddenly remembered this matter, and sent someone to the famous doctor to investigate, how the result is known, but this is also a mouth that can't be controlled, a banquet wine after thirty years, then extremely regretful to say this.

Yan Lingbin was terminally ill and died soon, as soon as the matter came out, it immediately boiled, as the most popular prostitute, which did not pay much attention to all of a sudden, many scholars and scholars went to Rucui Building to verify, the bustard's mother denied it, and then shirked and did not know, in the end, she was admitted by Yan Lingbin, and she had no way to continue to perfunctory.

And then, Yan Lingbin began to entertain guests again, although he would no longer be as active as before, but his weak and sick state was pitiful, considering that the beauty would lose the fragrance and jade soon, and his value doubled again for a while.

If it weren't for Yan Lingbin's body getting weaker and weaker, there would be someone who would really want to pay a lot of money to win Luohong.

In the blink of an eye, it is winter, and the cold wind is even worse this year, but in winter, it is already cold, and at this moment, Yan Lingbin is also completely bedridden, and most of the people who are sought after are instantly reduced, and everyone in Rucuilou is also respectful, in the end, it is a dying person, and no one wants to touch the bad luck.

It stands to reason that at this time, if Yan Lingbin wanted to redeem himself, the price should be low, but the bustard's mother did not agree.

It's night, in the bedroom.

The maid had long since left, the hand warmer in her arms had cooled, and the charcoal not far from the bed was dying, even if the doors and windows were closed, it could not stop the colder and colder.

Yan Lingbin was half sitting on the bed in a daze, unwilling to drink medicine, so he could only boil hard, and his increasingly weak body was really not so comfortable.

I heard a slight noise in a daze, but I really didn't bother to open my eyes, until the room gradually warmed up and I felt a little better, so I turned my head to check.

"Stupid or not?" Zhou Shaoyu added a few more pieces of charcoal, and walked over to take away Yan Lingbin's hand warmer, which was already cold, and it would be even colder if he continued to hold it.

"Why are you here?" Yan Lingbin was too weak, his breath was loud and quiet, and his lips became more and more pale.

Zhou Shaoyu didn't answer, took out a blanket and covered it, took out a bowl of hot soup, spooned a spoonful, blew it a little cold to Yan Lingbin's mouth, and chuckled: "Drink some ginseng soup first." ”

Yan Lingbin glanced at Zhou Shaoyu in a daze, opened his mouth, and drank it obediently.

The cold wind was howling outside, but it was quiet inside, and the spoon clinked a few times against the bowl, blowing a little cooler, and feeding slowly.

"Are there better?" Zhou Shaoyu put down the bowl and spoon and asked.

"A little bit of spirit." Yan Lingbin pursed his lips, in the end, it was ginseng soup, how could it be useless. "The ginseng soup has been drunk, you can go."

"I have no conscience, it's cold outside." Zhou Shaoyu rolled his eyes, last time was last time, how could he leave this time.

took off his shoes, squeezed into the quilt, leaned his back against the head of the bed, stretched out his hand, and pressed Yan Lingbin's head on his shoulder.

"It's not worth it." Xu is indeed very weak, and Yan Lingbin did not resist at all.

"Is it worth it, I said that you will live for a hundred years, and you will live for a hundred years, even if the king of Hades comes, it is useless." Zhou Shaoyu is not ashamed to say that there is a backstage for the bad guys. "How? Does it feel like I'm like a big stove and it's warm? ”

Zhou Shaoyu is strong and healthy, and his blood is very vigorous, but it is not an exaggeration to say that it looks like a big furnace at this time.

Yan Lingbin laughed a little, but he coughed lightly a few times, and said in a low voice: "The big furnace slave doesn't know, only knows that there is a disciple in the house, not to mention climbing the wall, and at the moment he also climbed out of bed, bullying the little woman for being weak, and she is a scoundrel." ”

"Deng's disciple is also a soft-hearted Deng's disciple, unlike a certain little woman, who is very hard-hearted, and if she says it, she will break it, if she is not a scoundrel, how can nephrite jade be in her arms now?" Zhou Shaoyu opened his mouth to refute.

"Why bother?"

"Zi Fei Fish, how do you know the joy of fish?"

"It only adds to the sadness."

"I don't care about eternity, I only care about what I once had...... Oh no, it lasts a long time. ”

"Could it be that Zhou Langjun wants to commit suicide and be a pair of little ghost mandarin ducks with slaves?"

"If no one burns paper money, isn't it going to be a poor ghost? Still live well. ”

"Smack......

The room was quiet again, and after a while, Zhou Shaoyu said softly: "Sleep, I will be raised, I will guard here." ”

"Hmmm......"

Yan Lingbin fell asleep with peace of mind, but Zhou Shaoyu had a complicated mind.

Assuming that his background is not special, and there is no way to save Yan Lingbin, will he still be so close to the dying Yan Lingbin?

I really never thought about this question, after all, the previous girls were all very young and alive well, even if there were those who didn't live for a few years, it was after that, and they were not already in pain like Yan Lingbin.

So, what is your feelings?

I thought about it a lot, and finally laughed at myself, how can there be so many assumptions, since they are all assumptions, they are naturally all fake, in fact, I can take Yan Lingbin away, and she will not heal at that time, why do you think about it so much, is it really possible to stay and watch her gradually dissipate?

Now, there are actually enough women around him, if there is no need, Zhou Shaoyu can no longer play any crossing. However, even though the frequency has decreased a lot, Zhou Shaoyu is still quite happy to hook up with the girl again.

As for the reason, it is not because of the haunting woman in history. It's for a different experience in life.

Maybe if Da Liang can cultivate and become an immortal, I'm afraid that his own perception is enough.

Really, why can't Daliang cultivate an immortal? Speaking of this, Zhou Shaoyu thought of the little fire fox again. I always feel that there should be a lot of secrets in that world, but I don't know how Xiujin is exploring now.

Lightly let Yan Lingbin lie down, and then went to open the door a little, after all, it is good to ventilate, the more sick you are, the more stuffy the room is not good. In order to avoid the cold, a few pieces of charcoal were added, and the stove burned vigorously.

In the end, he was seriously ill, and before dawn, Yan Lingbin opened his eyes, although his condition was still not good, but he was much better than before.

The room was empty, there was no trace of Zhou Shaoyu, there were a few books on the desk, there was a teacup, and there were a few wrinkles on the wool cushion next to it.

Struggling to get up, he never thought that Zhou Shaoyu walked in with a small food box.

"Awake? It's okay, I just made abalone porridge and ginseng soup, and I drank it first, and I didn't want to stay long when it was dawn. Zhou Shaoyu helped Yan Lingbin to the table and opened the food box, which was fragrant enough.

However, Yan Lingbin's face was tangled and complicated.

It's not that I'm not hungry, it's not that I don't want to eat, it's just that I really want to go to the toilet.

Or, bear with it first, after drinking the porridge soup, the sky should be about to brighten, and the maid will come soon, Zhou Shaoyu will naturally not stay forever.

Just about to do it, but he was a little trembling with the spoon, Zhou Shaoyu smiled, took the spoon and began to feed again.

"Full, full." After drinking a small half, Yan Lingbin couldn't hold it anymore, and he felt like he was going to explode!

I couldn't help grinding my legs, it was still dark outside the window, it was not good to catch people now, not to mention the cold, after all, the inspection of Pingkangfang was still strict.

After saying a few words, Zhou Shaoyu finally realized that something was wrong.

"I'd better drink more, but it's a little cold, I'll go and heat it up again." As he spoke, Zhou Shaoyu packed up the porridge soup and left the room.

Yan Lingbin's face was a little hot, how could he not know that the other party could see it, this was deliberately giving her space, the room was warm, how could it be so cold, and it was still steaming when she saw it.

But at the moment, I couldn't take care of it, and I tried to get up.

Because of his body, there is a curtain hanging in the gap between the foot of the bed and the wall, and there is a bucket and bedpan in it, so there is no need to go out. And it will be cleaned every day, and with incense, it doesn't smell much.

After a while, Zhou Shaoyu returned to the house, and Yan Lingbin specially maintained Zhou Shaoyu's sitting posture before leaving the house, as if nothing had happened, of course, drinking porridge soup at this time must be much easier.

"Alright, it's getting light, and I'm leaving." Zhou Shaoyu began to pack his things.

"You, are you still here tonight?" Yan Lingbin hesitated, he wanted him to come, but he didn't want him to come.

"Nature is coming." Zhou Shaoyu smiled, arched his hand, opened the door and left.

Xu is mood is much happier, coupled with good health and nourishment, Yan Lingbin's body is much more relaxed in the next few days. However, in the end, it couldn't stand the cold, and his body became weaker. Zhou Shaoyu still didn't understand what the disease was, probably the root of the disease, it was a cold in the early years, and it had not been cured for a long time, and it had already broken the foundation, and he was sick again not long ago, but it collapsed directly.

In December, Yan Lingbin couldn't get out of bed at all, and he also asked Yan Lingbin if he was willing to leave with him, but the response was silent, thinking that Yan Lingbin was also hesitant in his heart, not wanting to harm him, and even urged him not to come again, but in the end he was a little reluctant.

Up to now, Yan Lingbin is inseparable from others, although the maid will not be loyal, but she has to guard all day, so that even if it is late at night, Zhou Shaoyu cannot appear. It was not a way to go on like this, so he gave the bustard's mother a comparison of money, bribed the maid, and got Yan Lingbin's permission, which can be regarded as a justifiable entry and exit.

However, the consequence of this move was that Zhou Shaoyu's name was completely spread.

For a Qinglou woman, she waits day and night without undressing, some people laugh at him for being stupid, and some people say that he is affectionate, all kinds of true or false stories have become people's after-dinner conversations, maybe Yan Lingbin received a lot of poems, calligraphy and paintings during this time, but there are very few people who are willing to visit. No matter how famous you are, you have to live first, and those who are about to die are basically going to be out of breath.

Funnily enough, when many people moved their attention here and talked about it, few people discussed the appointment of Song Wei by the imperial court to suppress the rebel army, and the doomed defeat of the Tang Dynasty could be foreseen from this point.

Yan Lingbin has slept a lot and woken up little, and he is intermittently unstable. It was rare to rest at this moment, and Zhou Shaoyu also sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.

At this point, it can no longer be described with words like Liu Weak Huajiao. His face was haggard, his complexion was sallow, and his lips were not only white, but even a little bluish, probably gray. Under the thin appearance, you can still vaguely see the former appearance.

Once upon a time, Zhou Shaoyu also thought about such a scene.

At that time, it was more or less a prodigal in love, and after being injured a few times, the marriage had a casual attitude, but there were still some thoughts.

Thinking about one day, when you meet someone, maybe you don't love each other so much, maybe the days are not so smooth, but after all, the stumbling support will accompany you for a lifetime.

When she was old, she was gray-haired, and she stayed by the bedside, singing the songs she loved to listen to, telling the stories she liked, taking care of her, and then sending her away quietly, and after a while, the two would be buried together, and they would not be so lonely after death.

I never thought that after the change of fate, I would experience a similar situation here.

(End of chapter)