Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

Barlow Warren said with a smile: "In our country, people greet each other with a handshake. You are the best doctor in the Celestial Empire, so I want to express my most sincere greetings."

"Your Highness, that's a compliment." Lu Ziqing said politely, looking at his expression, and asked, "Have Master Ba and I met somewhere before?"

Barlow Warren said, "I'm doing business in the capital and often go to Jinyu Street. Maybe I've seen him by chance. Can I ask Lu Yuanpan to see me?"

"Of course I can." Lu Ziqing said, "But it may not be possible now. How about waiting until I get off the mission? May I ask where you live?"

Barlow Warren thought for a moment and said, “My business is not on time, why don’t I go find you.”

Xiao Yan was away from home from time to time some time ago, and most of the affairs of the government office were handled by Yang Zhounan and Su Chengfeng. They were almost exhausted. However, Su Chengfeng felt relieved when he thought that Lu Ziqing had recovered from his illness.

He was so happy that he drank a few more glasses in the evening. He sat at the table, slightly drunk, with his head propped up, watching Yang Zhounan washing dishes in the kitchen.

"You're right, Ziqing is really lucky."

"That's because I'm a prophet." Yang Zhounan replied without turning around. "Although the young doctor has had a bad fate, he has a lucky face, so his luck will definitely not be too bad."

Su Chengfeng smiled lazily, "I like to hear that."

Speaking of this, Yang Zhounan was curious, "You said that the demon was so powerful, and the young doctor was able to survive. It's really a miracle. Moreover, the demon died in the secret room for no reason. It's unbelievable."

"It was indeed a narrow escape." Su Chengfeng said, "However, this was the only time he encountered such a life-threatening situation, apart from the bandits. No one had ever been his opponent before, or had never encountered such a difficult situation."

Yang Zhounan finally turned around and looked at him, "What do you mean... no one can match him in this kind of thing?"

"That's it..." Su Chengfeng burped, "Someone cast a curse on me. I used to help others solve their problems, but I've never encountered anyone casting a curse on me. Luckily, I managed to resolve it."

Yang Zhounan became more and more confused as he listened. He quickly finished washing, wiped his hands, and came over to ask him, "I don't understand. He went to help others solve their problems? Are you saying that the young doctor can break the curse?"

"Of course." Su Chengfeng said dazedly, "Ziqing is proficient in both medicine and medicine. In the past, in addition to treating patients, he also helped neighbors from far and near solve their problems."

Yang Zhounan seemed to be in disbelief, and took a few moments to react. "The young doctor has this ability? I really didn't realize it at all."

Su Chengfeng smiled, "This is actually normal, but the emperor treats it as a sorcery. Everyone can see it, so how can he survive?"

Yang Zhounan nodded silently. Su Chengfeng continued, "Take the last time we went to Shuzhou. When you fainted in the mass grave, there was a ghost haunting you. You and the Marquis were wandering around in the woods and couldn't get out. That was a ghost wall."

Yang Zhounan seemed surprised. "Ghost...ghost wall? Is that true? Why didn't you tell me? I can't remember what happened that night at all."

"There's nothing to say about this kind of thing," Su Chengfeng said. "It's better not to know. Many soldiers were terrified. Fortunately, Ziqing drew a talisman when we left, otherwise we would all have died there."

"Amulet?" Yang Zhounan thought for a moment, "You mean that little red cloth bag? I thought it was just an ordinary little thing."

"That's right." Su Chengfeng said, "That was painted by Ziqing himself. If you accidentally got it dirty or torn, it would be useless. That's why only you got hurt. We are all fine."

"Wait, give me some time." Yang Zhounan couldn't believe it at all. "I have never believed in ghosts and gods in this world. Besides, I have only seen dead people in my life, never any ghosts. You keep talking about drawing talismans and little ghosts. I feel like I am listening to a storyteller telling a fairy tale."

Su Chengfeng swayed closer to him, "You have to know that this world is vast and full of wonders. Just because you haven't seen something doesn't mean it doesn't exist. It just means you're lucky, or perhaps your aura is strong enough to not attract those things. If you don't deliberately go to certain special places, most of the time it's only the weak who are likely to encounter them. General, you're strong and full of yang energy, so it's normal not to encounter such things. Apart from that time at the mass grave, I haven't encountered such things before."

Yang Zhounan was still immersed in disbelief, but when Su Chengfeng approached, those doubts were suddenly disrupted and turned into tension.

He stared at the slightly drunk face in front of him and responded woodenly, "You are right. This general is so strong that no one dares to approach me."

Su Chengfeng narrowed his eyes and smiled, patted his shoulder with one hand, and reminded him in a dragging voice.

"So, no matter how noble or extraordinary one's status is, one must always have awe for the natural world. We mortals are so insignificant."

Yang Zhounan could no longer hear what was being said. He only knew that the person in front of him was very close to him, so close that if he just gently pulled the scruff of the neck into his arms, he could grab him.

However, just as that thought came to his mind, his hand actually reached out again as if possessed by a demon, grabbed Su Chengfeng's neck and pulled him towards himself. Taking advantage of the drunken state, he boldly kissed Su Chengfeng on the lips.

Perhaps Su Chengfeng was drunk, and he was slow to move for a moment. Yang Zhounan tasted his lips that smelled of alcohol, and his movements were extremely gentle as if he was afraid of waking him up. It was so gentle that he felt his heart was about to burst out of his body because of the throbbing and tension.

He could only be more cautious and gently probed his lips. It was sweet. This was the first time he tasted Su Chengfeng. The feeling was indescribably beautiful and made his heart beat faster than in his dreams.

Su Chengfeng didn't know what was wrong with him tonight. He used to be extremely disgusted with this Yang Dianfeng, but now he allowed Yang to do whatever he wanted to him. He felt dizzy in his mind.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was the alcohol or the lust that drove him, and he actually responded slowly.

Yang Zhounan held the back of his neck, his eyes wide with shock. Su Chengfeng in front of him was drunken, with his eyes half-closed, and was indescribably gentler than usual.

He couldn't help but kiss her back even deeper, and the two of them stumbled and kissed all the way to the bed in the room.

This time, Yang Zhounan no longer had the gentleness he had before, and was only filled with a strong desire to possess this person. It was also the only time in many years that he could not control himself for someone.

He plundered Su Chengfeng fiercely, as if he wanted to pour all the love under his chest into her. In his daze, Su Chengfeng was almost unable to breathe due to the impact.

He seemed to have regained some consciousness and pushed against the chest that was pressing on him, but no matter how hard he pushed, Yang Zhounan's body was heavy and did not move at all.

This was the first time he did this kind of thing with someone. He was so clumsy and helpless, the sounds coming out of his mouth were intermittent, and soon he began to feel dizzy due to lack of breath.

Yang Zhounan slightly moved away from Su Chengfeng's lips, panting lightly and watching his dazed breathing. There were traces of his own lips on his lips.

Su Chengfeng slowed down a bit, pushed the person away and thought, "Crazy, I must be crazy..."

Yang Zhounan pressed down the shoulder that he was trying to support, leaned over, tilted his head and kissed him again. The kiss was lingering and passionate, and unknowingly made Su Chengfeng gradually let down his guard.

Desire drove Yang Zhounan to reach out to Su Chengfeng's waist and slowly untie his belt.