Fengyunyi

Qin Feng hurriedly brought Jiang Jingshu back to Xining Pavilion. The doctor came to see him and said that it was a sudden emotional fluctuation that caused his condition to deteriorate. Now that he drank the medicine and lay down and rested, he was fine. This also made Qin Feng heave a sigh of relief.

Qin Feng sat beside Jiang Jingshu's bed, caressing the other's pale face distressedly: "I'm sorry, I'm still talking to you about this because you are not in good health."

"This matter has been between you and me, so we should make it clear." Jiang Jing said weakly.

"We can't tell clearly about our matter." Qin Feng said helplessly.

"Zixu, we can't force many things." Jiang Jingshu smiled weakly, and the sadness in his eyes was somewhat understandable.

"Let's not talk about this first." Qin Feng avoided this topic, he gently held Jiang Jingshu's hand, and said in a threatening tone, "You are responsible for giving me a good rest now, if you have a meeting at Congxianglou at night, you dare to miss the appointment How can I deal with you."

"Then you go back, you should be at home on New Year's Eve today." Jiang Jingshu said comfortingly, "I'll sleep for a while."

"You sleep yours, don't worry about me." Qin Feng said leisurely, he went to the side and took a book, sat back on the bed and began to read it seriously, as if he was enjoying it.

"By the way, tomorrow I will go out with my father to visit relatives, and I won't be back until the fifth day of the lunar new year." Qin Feng said suddenly.

"Ah."

"You take good care of your illness these few days, and don't work any more."

"Got it, it's so long-winded when you're only twenty." Jiang Jingshu glanced at Qin Feng.

"You, a patient, still think I'm long-winded?" Qin Feng stared at Jiang Jingshu, and threatened with a gesture of pressing acupuncture points, "Sleep quickly, and be careful when I touch you."

Jiang Jingshu immediately pulled the quilt over his head and closed his eyes.

"Be good, go to sleep." Qin Feng nodded in satisfaction, pressed the quilt for Jiang Jingshu and continued to read.

Jiang Jingshu slightly opened his eyes and looked at Qin Feng's side face concentrating on reading, and smiled reassuringly. Unknowingly, sleepiness hit him, and he gradually fell asleep.

Qin Feng read a book for a while and wiped Jiang Jing's sweat for a while, and took care of him meticulously by the bed all the time, until the Qin family sent someone to look for him, and then reluctantly left, leaving a note.

Not long after Qin Feng left, Jiang Jingshu woke up. He sat up with his tired body in a daze, and what he saw was the bundle of blue silk tied with red string beside the pillow. Trembling all over, fear and despair permeated his thin body.

"Don't give up lightly" is clearly written on the note.

Love is like fire, moths die.

into the night.

On New Year's Eve, fireworks and firecrackers resound like thunder across Shangyi, and the streets and alleys are bustling with people coming and going.The city is prosperous and the suburbs are peaceful. Jiangyuan seems to be a quiet corner in the suburbs, but the garden is still full of the atmosphere of the New Year, and it is no less lively.

"Cough cough cough..."

The stove in Jiang Jingshu's room was still full of fire, and a few trembling coughs could be heard from time to time. He carefully took out a small delicate box from the cabinet, as if it was his most precious item.

Jiang Jingshu slowly opened the small box, and there was the bundle of red rope knotted hair inside. He untied the red rope, picked up the scissors and cut off a strand of his own hair, rubbed his hair and Qin Feng's hair together Together, fasten the red rope again.

"Sir, it's time for us to go." Churchy reminded outside.

"En." Jiang Jingshu responded, and put the delicate little box back in its original place.

****

Originally, the four of them made an appointment to meet directly at Congxiang Building, but Qin Feng came to Jiangyuan to visit Jiangyuan after the New Year’s Eve dinner at home, intending to pick up Jiang Jingshu, and as soon as he drove his horse to the gate of Lulin Academy, he saw Qiu Ji driving The carriage comes out.

"Woo—" Qin Feng stopped his horse and greeted enthusiastically, "Uncle Ji~"

"Master Qin? Didn't you mean to meet at Congxiang Tower?" Qiu Ji asked suspiciously.

"It's okay anyway, I plan to come here for a visit first." Qin Feng lied without blinking his eyes, he looked at the carriage and asked with concern, "Xiao Shu's illness is fine."

"Mr. rested all day, and he woke up at night to have a New Year's Eve dinner with everyone. He is in good spirits." Qiu Ji said with a cheerful smile.

"That's good." Qin Feng said, he got off the horse conveniently, handed the reins of the horse to Qiu Ji, and got into the carriage quickly.

"Young Master Qin, sit down, let's go~" Qiu Ji yelled outside and drove the carriage steadily.

Qin Feng got into the carriage and looked at Shangjiang Jingshu's indifferent gaze. The other party seemed to not remember what happened in the morning at all, and then he heard the disgusting words: "What are you doing here?"

"No, it's boring to see you riding alone in a carriage~" Qin Feng raised his sloppy smile and sat down beside Jiang Jingshu as he said, embracing him with his big arms.

Jiang Jingshu didn't resist, but turned his face away to look at the scenery leisurely, not seeing what he saw.

"Xiao Shu, let's keep you warm like this." Qin Feng insisted that almost his whole body stick to Jiang Jingshu's body, and said proudly, "My young master will personally warm you up. How about it? It feels pretty good."

Seeing the other party ignoring him, Qin Feng began to talk to himself alone: ​​"Well, it seems that his face is much ruddy, and his illness should be much better."

"I said Xiaoshu, you ignore me now, and you will see Ah Cong and the others later, don't you ignore me?" Qin Feng shrugged and laughed, "You are so thin-skinned, how dare you let them see us?" Awkward?"

Jiang Jingshu remained cold and silent, simply closed his eyes and rested his mind.

"Tsk tsk." Qin Feng shook his head, patting the tip of Jiang Jingshu's nose fondly, "Little villain, is this expression asking me to kiss you?"

"Hey, if you don't speak, you are acquiescing~ Speaking of which, I haven't kissed you yet." Qin Feng licked his lips viciously, and said meaningfully, "How about we find a chance to try tonight?"

Jiang Jingshu finally couldn't bear it anymore and opened his eyes to stare at Qin Feng. When he became emotional, he became ill, his face turned pale and he coughed heavily.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Okay, okay, I was wrong." Qin Feng turned pale with shock, and quickly hugged Jiang Jingshu into his arms to help him calm down.

"Sir, are you okay?" Qiu Ji heard Jiang Jingshu coughing again outside, and he was very worried, "Master Qin, I beg you not to be angry with Mr. anymore, Mr. can't be angry."

"I... I'm sorry..." Qin Feng blamed himself, and his brows were almost wrinkled together. He said while expressing his comfort for Jiang Jing, "Why is your typhoid fever so serious? It was obviously not so serious when you just came back. serious."

Jiang Jingshu finally recovered his breath, he just wanted to leave Qin Feng's embrace but was hugged tightly by the other party.

"Just lean in my arms, warm and comfortable." Qin Feng smiled.

Jiang Jingshu didn't bother to resist anymore, so he leaned against Qin Feng's arms and closed his eyes to rest his mind. He said relaxedly, "It will be good when the winter is over."

"Then you'd better go out less, just stay in bed and read a book." Qin Feng said seriously.

"Isn't that a useless person?" Jiang Jingshu smiled faintly, and he glanced sideways at Qin Feng and said pointedly, "It's not a serious illness. It's better if you don't get angry with me a few times."

"I will take care of you, don't be afraid." Qin Feng said naturally.

Hearing this, Jiang Jingshu's smile became a little stiff.

"Everything is the same as before, how about taking one step at a time?" Qin Feng suddenly said seriously, "Let it be, don't hide from me, and I won't force you."

Didn't hear Jiang Jingshu's reply, Qin Feng was patient and stopped pressing. He was not a patient person, but in front of Jiang Jingshu, he became the most patient person in the world.

Gradually, the noise outside the carriage became clearer.

【Congxiang Building】

At the end of the year, it was snowing heavily in winter, and when Yun Cong entered the building, he saw a piece of rime stained on his sleeve, and gently slapped a part of it away, and the white beauty fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

"It's really cold today, and the firecrackers are set off so fiercely, but it doesn't feel warm at all." He said to himself.

Luo Yi, who was at the side, saw that he was thinking about the snowflakes on the ground again, so he couldn't help raising his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Why, it's a pity for this beautiful snowflake?"

"This year's snow is very clean, and it can be used to make good snow medicine." Yuncong picked up a wipe from his sleeve and held it in his palm: "Look, this texture is pure and crystal white..."

"No matter how white you are, it's not as white as your complexion, hahaha!"

There was a cheerful and heroic laugh, and a man in a green jacket and long gown was walking towards the two of them from the restaurant, with a long silver whip tied around his waist. He was slightly fat and tall. Da quite has the demeanor of a tough guy on the prairie.

"So it's Qianyong, long time no see." Luo Yi walked up to the other side first and said hello.

"Hello, Second Young Master Yue." Yun Cong saluted.

Yue Qianyong looked at the two of them, coughed and laughed and said, "You two are really inseparable, why, you are not at home to accompany your elders tonight, but you also come to Congxiang Tower to join in the fun?"

"The family has already fallen asleep, and Yun Cong and I can't come out to meet people."

"Oh - let me guess, but with the young master of the Qin family?" Yue Qianyong raised his eyebrows: "I just saw him go upstairs with Mr. Jiang. I didn't expect you to have an appointment, why didn't you call me?"

"Second Young Master Yue goes out to play all day long, and we can't even see him. It's hard for us to find him." Yun Cong said slowly and gently.

Yue Qianyong blushed, and coughed again: "Don't talk nonsense! I was just asked by my father to practice civil and martial arts at home, and I don't have time to go out to have fun."

"That's really hard for Qianyong," Luo Yi smiled quietly, and then asked, "How is Uncle Yue? How are Qianyong's two sisters?"

Speaking of sisters, Yue Qianyong was taken aback for a moment, and then said with a strange smile: "Everyone is doing well, the eldest sister and brother-in-law are also in harmony, respecting each other as guests, and the younger sister is also happy."

There is something in his words, it seems to be alluding to Luo Yi's refusal to marry the young lady Yue Ransu, plus the farce wedding between Yue Ranxin and Qin Feng before.

"That's good." Luo Yi didn't care about his sarcasm, but was generous, "If Qian Yong is willing, why not go up with me and Yun Cong to gather with them, so that New Year's Eve will be lively."

"Very happy." Yue Qianyong followed immediately, passing by Yuncong and seeing the latter smiling, he coughed and rolled his eyes.