沈清軒病重。
躺在床上偶爾醒來，忙忙地被灌入湯水、丸藥、藥湯。沈清軒一一配合他們，由著郎中大夫們絡繹不絕地來，又絡繹不絕地去。
山莊外的蜿蜒小道上，又一次車馬不斷，小轎不絕。
沈老爺責問眾小廝，為何突然又大病了？小廝們互相看看，誰也不敢站出來領了這夜晚吃酒至三更，又叫主子洗了冷水浴的責罰，個個搖頭。
沈清軒費力地抬抬手，不讓人繼續追究，畢竟酒席是自己要開的。
這病一天又一天的延續下去，沈清軒心裡明白，這回病情來得兇猛，尋常藥物制不住的。
院裡的藥渣已經堆成了一座小土丘，他卻毫無起色。
身上不時的忽冷忽熱，燙熱起來的時候，雞蛋也能捂熟了；冷起來的時候，又覺得自己回到童年，回到墜入冰窟的那一瞬間，悽惶無比。
身上難受到無法容忍的時分，沈清軒躺在床上連翻身都不能，心裡不是不恨的。
恨那晚自己過於放縱，吃醉了酒；恨那奴僕不盡責，叫他酒後洗了冷水澡；又恨小廝們在中秋夜晚，將那些狐仙鬼怪的故事說的太纏綿，惹得他泡在冷水裡，還造了春夢一場。
須知他身體本來孱弱，吃了熱酒，卻又浸了涼水，身體裡那些熱氣叫冷水一激，豈有不病之理？加上水中又做了那事，精元俱損，更是雪上加霜。
又恨活到今天，連一個肯精心為自己著想的人都沒有。
在心裡咬牙切齒一番，漸漸又覺得疲累。恨的心都淡了，只想著早些死了也罷，省的活受罪。
等死的時候，沈清軒經常會想起伊墨來，現下再不用使性壓著，他時不時地想起他。
甚至會想起那晚冷水中的夢，卻連夢中那個女子的容顏都記不起來了，只知溫柔美豔。
記憶更深刻的，卻是那突如其來的冰涼肌體環繞的感覺，明知那只是自己浸在冷水中造成的夢境，卻揮散不去。
以及那只聽過一回，卻從未忘記的嗓音，在自己耳邊的細語——清古冶豔，秀潤天成。
分明是伊墨的聲音。
每每想到這裡沈清軒都會不由自主地打個寒噤，不敢再細想下去。
他本能的感到危險。本能的規避危險。
又是一天的湯藥灌入，將胃灌得滿滿當當，沈清軒只覺得那藥味極其噁心，卻也配合著盡力咽下去。到了晚間，胃裡開始翻江倒海，苦澀的藥汁時不時得翻湧到喉頭，沈清軒往下吞，那藥汁卻瘋狂地往上湧，苦苦壓抑多時，沈清軒終於受不住，張開口，大堆藥汁如箭般噴濺而出，床榻、被褥、枕頭，盡數濕透。
沈清軒大口大口的嘔著，只把胃裡藥汁連來不及分解的丸藥一起，嘔得乾乾淨淨。
慌的婢女小廝端盆遞水，忙成一團。
沈清軒再也服不下藥去。
就是聞一聞，也要連膽汁一齊吐出來。
又熬了三天功夫，沈清軒躺在床上，面白如紙，氣息微弱，偶爾睜開眼看著青花帳頂，頻頻想起伊墨來。
想起初時他咬自己的那一口；想起他隱著身形，寫的那些周正的字；想起他下山，卻是為了尋皮……想得心中發笑，笑完又突然難過，他答應護他劫渡，如今卻怕是撐不到那個時候了。
伊墨，你怎麼還不回來？
念及此，莫名得覺得委屈。眼眶都酸澀起來。等了會又忍不住狠狠地想，你這無角無足的大長蟲真是沒用，自己的皮還叫人偷了去，千年法力白白修煉了，怎麼沒叫人把你捉了扒皮剔骨燉成蛇羹才是？！
他一邊想，一邊罵，卻又一邊笑。
殊不知他自己這幅躺在床上氣若遊絲，卻閉著眼忽而憤怒忽而微笑忽而又欲泣的模樣，駭得周邊守護他的人如何心驚肉跳。
這夜山莊裡悄悄流動著一個傳言，少爺恐怕是被什麼迷魘住了，許是撞了邪。
那晚聚酒的小廝丫鬟們，悄悄地聚在一起議論片刻後各自取出些銀錢，湊了不少，偷偷下山買了些紙錢香燭等物，詢問過年齡大的廚娘，討得規矩後躲起來祭拜，求那些鬼怪放過自家少爺一馬。
伊墨趕回時，恰逢這幽暗深山點點燈火，青煙和灰燼一起，如鬼魅般漂浮的場景。
沈清軒此時神智飄移，不知伊墨已經到了，腦中恍恍惚惚的想起之前夢裡那女子，說是酒灑在她身上。沈清軒心道，我只潑了伊墨一盞茶而已，好好的，我拿酒潑你做什麼？遲鈍了一會，才想起來那只是個夢。又想，許是我潑了伊墨一盞茶方才結識了他，再夢些鬼怪，也造這種潑來潑去結識的場景，也是沒有新意的很。
就這麼胡思亂想著，沈清軒分明感到一隻手覆到自己額頭上，隨後一道冰冷氣流自額頭鑽進腦髓，又流進肢體。沈清軒被冰得清醒過來。
一瞬間嗅到了那股冷冽又清新的氣息。與環繞在周邊終日不散的藥味迥然不同。
沈清軒睜開眼，愣愣地望著眼前的人，張口無聲的道：
你可算回來了。我以為等不到了。
卻不料伊墨收回掌心，眼神在他身上自上而下掃了一番，而後淡淡道：“你現下……可真是難聞的很。”
沈清軒一口氣剛剛緩過來，又叫他一句話，輕易給激得險些背過氣去。
是夜，山莊諸人盡皆東倒西歪，昏睡在地。
一道黑色大風突如其來地自他們面前吹過，依稀可見那黑色風中裹著一個人影。
直向山頂溫泉處掠去。
伊墨說了那句話，沈清軒回過神緩過氣來自是不肯放過他，又不願意叫人燒水來洗浴，實在是前些日子那桶涼水讓他受了這麼些苦，死也不願意這個時侯進入桶中。只能拉著伊墨，叫他帶自己去山頂的溫泉中。
伊墨將人帶到溫泉，只手指微動，沈清軒身上衣物頓時散開，如風中落葉般墜下。
那些衣物的主人，已經滿臉通紅。
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Shen Qingxuan is seriously ill.
Lying in bed, he occasionally woke up and was hurriedly fed soup, pills, and medicinal soup. Shen Qingxuan cooperated with them one by one, and let the doctors come and go in an endless stream.
On the winding path outside the villa, there were once again endless carriages and sedan chairs.
Master Shen asked the servants why he suddenly fell ill again. The servants looked at each other, and no one dared to stand up and accept the punishment of drinking until three o’clock in the morning and asking the master to take a cold bath. They all shook their heads.
Shen Qingxuan raised his hand with difficulty, trying not to let anyone pursue the matter further. After all, he was the one who wanted to host the banquet.
The disease continued day after day, and Shen Qingxuan knew that this time the disease was more severe and could not be controlled by ordinary medicines.
The medicinal residue in the yard had piled up into a small mound, but he had made no progress at all.
My body felt hot and cold from time to time. When it was hot, I could cook an egg ; when it was cold, I felt like I was back in my childhood, back to the moment when I fell into the ice cave, feeling extremely miserable.
When the pain in his body became unbearable, Shen Qingxuan couldn’t even turn over in bed, and he felt resentful in his heart.
He hated himself for being too indulgent that night and getting drunk; he hated the servant for not doing his job and making him take a cold shower after drinking; he also hated the servants for telling him too many sentimental stories about foxes and ghosts on the Mid-Autumn night, which made him soak in cold water and have a wet dream.
You must know that he was weak to begin with, and after drinking hot wine and then soaking in cold water, the heat in his body was stimulated by the cold water , so how could he not get sick? In addition, he did that thing in the water, which damaged his essence, making the situation even worse.
I also hate that I have lived to this day without even one person who is willing to take good care of me.
I gnashed my teeth in my heart, and gradually felt tired. My hatred faded , and I just wanted to die early to avoid suffering.
When waiting to die, Shen Qingxuan would often think of Yi Mo. Now that he no longer has to suppress his temper, he thinks of him from time to time.
I even remember the dream I had in the cold water that night, but I can’t even remember the face of the woman in the dream. I only know that she was gentle and beautiful.
What I remember more vividly is the sudden feeling of being surrounded by cold skin. I knew it was just a dream caused by soaking in cold water, but it couldn’t be dispelled.
And that voice that I had only heard once but had never forgotten, whispering in my ear – clear, ancient, charming, and natural.
It was clearly Yi Mo’s voice.
Whenever Shen Qingxuan thought of this, he would shudder involuntarily and dared not think about it any further.
He instinctively sensed danger and instinctively avoided it.
Another day of medicine was poured in, filling up his stomach . Shen Qingxuan only felt that the taste of the medicine was extremely disgusting, but he also tried his best to swallow it. At night, his stomach began to churn, and the bitter medicine juice would surge up to his throat from time to time. Shen Qingxuan swallowed it down, but the medicine juice surged up crazily. After suppressing it for a long time, Shen Qingxuan finally couldn’t bear it anymore, opened his mouth, and a lot of medicine juice splashed out like arrows, soaking the bed, bedding, and pillow.
Shen Qingxuan vomited heavily , vomiting out all the medicine in his stomach, including the pills that had not had time to be digested.
The panicked maids and servants were busy carrying basins of water.
Shen Qingxuan could no longer take medicine.
Even if you smell it, you will vomit out all the bile.
After another three days, Shen Qingxuan lay on the bed, his face as pale as paper, his breath weak. Occasionally he opened his eyes and looked at the blue and white tent ceiling, thinking of Yi Mo frequently.
He thought of the bite he took from him at the beginning ; he thought of the neat words he wrote while hiding his body; he thought of him going down the mountain just to look for skins … He laughed at the thought, but suddenly felt sad after laughing. He had promised to protect him from the robbery , but now he was afraid that he would not be able to hold on until that time.
Yi Mo, why haven’t you come back yet?
Thinking of this, I felt inexplicably wronged. My eyes were all sore. After waiting for a while, I couldn’t help but think fiercely, you are a big hornless and footless insect, you are really useless, your skin was stolen by others, you cultivated your magic power for thousands of years in vain, why didn’t someone catch you, skin you, remove your bones, and stew you into snake soup? !
He thought, cursed, and laughed at the same time.
Little did he know that his appearance as he lay on the bed, barely breathing, with his eyes closed, sometimes angry, sometimes smiling, and sometimes about to cry, frightened the people who were guarding him.
That night, a rumor was quietly circulating in the villa that the young master might have been bewitched by something , or perhaps possessed by evil spirits.
That night, the servants and maids who had gathered for drinking quietly gathered together and talked for a while, then each took out some silver and money. When they had gathered a considerable amount, they secretly went down the mountain to buy some paper money, incense, candles and other things. After asking the older cook and learning the rules, they hid themselves and prayed, begging the ghosts to spare their young master.
When Yi Mo rushed back, he saw lights dotted around in the dark mountains, with smoke and ashes floating around like ghosts .
Shen Qingxuan was distracted at this time, not knowing that Yi Mo had arrived. He vaguely remembered the woman in his dream before, saying that wine was spilled on her. Shen Qingxuan thought, I just spilled a cup of tea on Yi Mo, why would I spill wine on you? After a while, he remembered that it was just a dream. Then he thought, maybe I spilled a cup of tea on Yi Mo and got to know him. If I dreamed of ghosts again, it would be boring to create this kind of scene of getting to know each other by spilling tea.
As he was thinking about this, Shen Qingxuan clearly felt a hand covering his forehead, and then a stream of cold air penetrated from his forehead into his brain and then flowed into his limbs. Shen Qingxuan was awakened by the cold.
I instantly smelled the cool and fresh air, which was completely different from the medicinal smell that lingered around me all day.
Shen Qingxuan opened his eyes, stared blankly at the person in front of him, and said silently:
You are finally back. I thought I couldn’t wait any longer.
Unexpectedly, Yi Mo withdrew his palm, scanned his body from top to bottom, and then said lightly: “You smell really bad now."
Shen Qingxuan had just caught his breath when he was called out to someone else, and he was so easily provoked that he almost fainted.
That night, everyone in the villa was lying on the ground, sleeping soundly.
A strong black wind suddenly blew past them, and a figure could be vaguely seen wrapped in the black wind.
Fly straight to the hot springs on the top of the mountain.
After Yi Mo said that, Shen Qingxuan came to his senses and took a breath. He was unwilling to let him go, but he was unwilling to ask someone to boil water for bathing. It was really because he suffered so much in the bucket of cold water a few days ago, and he would rather die than enter the bucket at this time . He could only pull Yi Mo and ask him to take him to the hot spring on the top of the mountain.
Yi Mo brought him to the hot spring, and with just a slight movement of his finger, the clothes on Shen Qingxuan’s body suddenly scattered and fell like leaves in the wind.
The owners of those clothes had red faces.
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