Xue Shenzhi did not dare to move, her warm body pressed against his body, and her breath was slightly chaotic.

During this fall, Shang Zhi pressed Xue Shenzhi under her body, and her breath was filled with the fragrance of medicine. She felt panic and stood up in a hurry. Her feet slipped and she slid down.

In a hurry, Xue Shen held her waist, lifted it up, and fell back into his arms.

"Um--" Shang Zhi's forehead hit his chest and groaned.

She didn't move anymore, covered her forehead and raised her head. She looked down at Xue Shenzhi. His face was just a short distance away from her. Under the cold moonlit night, his face looked very dazed.

Xue Shenzhi looked at Shang Zhi, her cheeks were red, and the evening breeze swept the black hairs on her temples, and her eyes were surrounded by mist, making them look more confused and moving.

She looked annoyed and pursed her lips, "I...I can't stand up."

Xue Shenzhi's eyes were gentle and pity, and his face, which had always been elegant and indifferent, showed a trace of indescribable tenderness at this time.

"I'll help you up." Xue Shenzhi held her arms in both hands and held her seat on the roof beside him.

Shang Zhi was soft all over. Xue Shenzhi sat up and tilted on his shoulder. He was yawning and was so sleepy that he was about to fall asleep.

Xue Shenzhi turned his head and stared at her sleeping face, and called softly: "Shang Zhi."

Shang Zhi rubbed his arm, as if he was not feeling well in sleep. He slid down and lay on his legs.

Xue Shenzhi's whole body froze. Seeing her unprepared appearance, her fingers moved slightly, trying to help her up, but she was reluctant to break the rare close relationship.

After all, he raised his hand and gently stroked her soft black hair.

"Zhizhi, get up, go down and sleep."

It is cold at night. Shangzhi drinks wine and sleeps on it, and it will easily catch a cold.

Shang Zhi frowned unhappily, waved his hand away, and put his arm on his head to prevent others from disturbing her dreams.

Xue Shenzhi sighed helplessly and unbuttoned her shirt and covered her body.

The sun was pouring down, and Shang Zhi hid his face in his arms in discomfort, but he felt that the kang was not right. Shang Zhi touched and pressed, and hey... don't tie the kang to his hands.

"You're awake?"

A low and hoarse voice came from his ears. Shang Zhi was so scared that he jumped up. Then he found that she was sitting on the roof, holding her wrist with one hand. He looked up along her hand and saw Xue Shenzhi's faint smile and slightly tired face.

"I... how can we sleep on the roof for a night?" Shang Zhi saw him wearing a bottom coat and saw his outer shirt on himself. He quickly put it on him, "It's cold at night, and you'll be cold when you wear a bottom coat."

"You're drunk." Xue Shenzhi put on his outer shirt, "You go down first."

But he sat and didn't move.

Shang Zhi looked at his legs and felt his hands getting hot. She just touched his legs, and didn't know if she was scared by him.

He touched his nose guiltily, and Shang Zhi whispered: "Have your legs numb?"

After asking, I felt that I had said something stupid again. She slept on his legs for a night and naturally felt numb.

"I'll press it for you." Shang Zhi felt guilty and squatted beside him and pressed his legs.

Xue Shenzhi blocked her hand, "It's okay, you go down first, I wonder if they are awake."

Shang Zhi suddenly remembered that everyone was drunk and didn't care whether they were embarrassed or not, so he hurried down.

"Ah snee..."

Xue Shenzhi covered his mouth and sneezes.

He smiled bitterly and blew the cool breeze all night, probably because he was catching a cold.

Sitting quietly for a while, my legs were no longer numb, and I walked down the roof.

In the room, Wenquxing slept in a dim and dark place.

Camellia and Wang Chunfang cleaned the inside and outside the house, and they were making breakfast for everyone in the kitchen.

For dumplings made from camellia, a pot of porridge was cooked, and Wang Chunfang helped him with the help of it.

Shang Zhi felt that drinking was a mistake. As the owner, she threw the guests at home and ran to the roof to sleep. The whole room was covered with mess, and the guests cleaned it up, so she just sat and waited to eat ready-made ones.

"Sister Shangzhi, where did you go last night? Early in the morning, Wang Chunfang and I looked for you, but we didn't see anyone." Camellia held the dumplings in front of Shangzhi and served another bowl of porridge.

Wang Chunfang took a sip of porridge and looked at Xue Shenzhi who was walking in outside the door, "Brother Xue didn't go home yesterday."

Several eyes were all looking at them in the room.

Shang Zhi took a sip of porridge and said calmly: "We are on the roof to discuss whether the moon is round or curved."

Camellia and Wang Chunfang asked curiously: "The moon is either round or curved, and we have to discuss it for one night?"

Shang Zhi nodded and said seriously: "Yes, we waited all night but didn't see the moon coming out. Of course, we don't know if it is round or curved."

"puff--"

Wang Chunfang squirted out a mouthful of porridge.

Xue Shenzhi looked at Shang Zhi's serious nonsense and couldn't help laughing, his throat felt itchy, and he coughed a few times.

Shang Zhi frowned, "Have you caught a cold?"

"No...Ah snee..." Xue Shenzhi sneezes several times in a row.

Shang Zhi looked at his red nose, his face was pale and sick, and there was a green shadow in his eyes that had not had a rest, and he felt very guilty.

If she gets drunk, she will sleep honestly on the kang, and will not freeze him if she doesn't climb the roof.

Shang Zhi finished drinking a bowl of porridge, put down the bowl, and went to the kitchen to make ginger soup for him.

Xue Shenzhi's mouth was bland and boring. He only drank a few sips of porridge and stood at the kitchen door to say goodbye to Shang Zhi.

"I'll go back first."

Shang Zhi was about to leave him to drink a bowl of ginger soup, and looked at him with an extremely pale face, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? You haven't slept all night last night, so hurry up and go back to rest."

"Yes." Xue Shenzhi left.

He started to feel cold. He forced a pot of hot water and put it in a bathtub to take a bath. The hot water made his skin red. Xue Shenzhi did not feel the coldness on his body was relieved, as if he was soaked in ice water. A trace of air conditioning penetrated into the bone cracks, and the joints of his body were vaguely painful.

His face was pale, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and hot water was useless. Xue Shenzhi got up, carried out a thick quilt, and his teeth trembled with a handful of firewood from the kitchen, heated the kang, and lying on the hot kang tightly wrapped around the quilt.

"Brother Xue, I'll make ginger soup for you, and you'll go to bed after drinking it."

Xue Shenzhi frowned in pain, heard Shang Zhi's voice, and wanted to get out of bed and open the door, but he realized his situation, so he restrained himself and said nothing.

This body has long been broken, and the poison in the body is suppressed by drugs. If you don’t enter the middle of winter and don’t suffer from coldness, it will not be too difficult to bear.

He has been ill for too long, has insufficient yang energy and poor qi and blood, and is more likely to be afraid of cold than ordinary people.

He caught a cold last night and realized that the situation was bad.

Sure enough, poisonous.

Shang Zhi didn't hear the noise in the room, and she knocked on the door, "Brother Xue? Brother Xue?"

There was no response in the room, and Shang Zhi frowned. Could it be that he had gone to the academy?

But when he thought of his ugly face when he left, his heart sank. He pushed open the door and headed straight to the inner room. The heat in the room came. Shang Zhi felt a little slack. Realizing that something was wrong, he saw firewood burning in the kang.

He was wrapped in a quilt, his face turned blue and his lips were purple.

Shang Zhi quickly put down the ginger soup, lifted the quilt, and took out one of his arm to measure the pulse.

His arms were cold, making people feel uncomfortable and tightly clenched.

Although his hands are usually cold, they make people feel comfortable and cool.

"Brother Xue, have you taken the medicine?"

After Shang Zhi asked, he looked at the pills sprinkled on the pillow and knew that he had taken it, but there was no relief.

Xue Shenzhi was just cold and had a clear consciousness. He nodded, afraid that Shang Zhi would worry, "I'll just have a sleep."

Shang Zhi pursed the corners of his lips, said nothing, and got up and left in a hurry.

Xue Shenzhi reached out to grab her, but stopped and took back the quilt.

In a dizzy state, he felt cold on his body. He opened his eyes and saw Shang Zhi lifting his quilt.

"you……"

Shang Zhi looked at him calmly, pulled open his bottom clothes and exposed his chest.

Xue Shenzhi's ears were red and he grabbed the quilt and blocked his body.

"I'll give you a needle." Shang Zhi took away his hand, and was made by his actions. Looking at his fair chest, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Xue Shenzhi pursed his lips tightly and turned his head to look inside.

Shang Zhi was concentrating on the injection of acupuncture. Due to his long-term illness, his qi and blood were stagnant, blocking the chest yang, and his blood and qi were not smooth. Only acupuncture cleared his qi and blood and detoxified.

It took a full half an hour to collect the needle.

Xue Shenzhi's face was calm and no longer trembled. She breathed a sigh of relief and finally suppressed the poison.

Shang Zhi's face was covered in sweat. She was too nervous. She looked at him lying on the bed with a blue face. His heartbeat almost stopped at that moment. Then came the guilt that was surging like a tide. If it weren't for her willfulness, he wouldn't have suffered from poison.

Fortunately, he is fine!

Shang Zhi asked Xue Shenzhi to see the pulse and confirmed that the condition had stabilized. He was about to get up to decoct the medicine when his hand was suddenly pulled.
To be continued...