Fengyunyi

【Luo Mansion】

"A Yi, how was my performance just now?" Yun Cong asked impatiently as soon as he took off his coat when he returned to the mansion.

Luo Yi rolled his eyes, poked his forehead heavily with his finger, and said helplessly: "The acting is very good, it is many times better than the opera singers in the city."

Yun Cong raised his eyebrows: "Why do I hear it so reluctantly?" He helped Luo Yi put away his clothes, turned around and stretched out his hand with a smile, "I almost forgot, here's the red envelope."

"What red envelope?" Luo Yi asked calmly.

"Chinese New Year, I want to give out red envelopes." Yuncong showed a sly smile, and there was indescribable pride in his gentle and gentle eyes: "Didn't you give out red envelopes every time during the Chinese New Year before? In terms of seniority, I am better than you." small?"

"Even Ashin doesn't want a red envelope, you are the most cunning." Luo Yi smiled and said, "Where can I get a red envelope for you?"

"If you don't take out the red envelope tonight, none of us will sleep." Yun Cong smiled with a hidden knife.

Luo Yi remained calm, walked around behind him with a smile, and suddenly pulled out a red pouch from his sleeve as if conjuring: "Hey, didn't you say you want a red envelope? I'll give you this red bag to hold those sevens and eights." How are things?"

Yun Cong took it over and took a look: "Alright, Luo Yi, are you just using such an ugly thing to perfuse me?"

"No, the red one is just the lining, just turn it over."

When Yun Cong turned around, he saw that it was embroidery inlaid with silver on a black background, and his name was embroidered with precious silk threads. Although the technique was not very skilled, it was still passable.

"Why did you put this name on it? Aren't you afraid that people won't recognize that it's mine?"

"How do you know I embroidered it?"

"This technique is clumsy, it doesn't look like it was done by a skilled craftsman," Yun Cong said with a smile, and suddenly pulled Luo Yi's hand towards him: "Only your rough hands can do it."

Luo Yi smiled and backhanded hard, Yuncong immediately turned around and bumped into his arms, and was immediately kissed firmly, "Indeed, I'm not as delicate as you... "

Yun Cong hooked his neck with a smile, stuck out his tongue to pry Luo Yi's mouth open, and limply stuck to his body.

"Kiss me quickly."

"What are you in a hurry for? For Chinese New Year, take your time."

Luo Yi pressed him on the table, and pressed on to deepen the kiss. His hands gently stroked from his shoulders to his waist, neither light nor heavy, domineering yet gentle, almost trying to embed Yun Cong's body in his arms.

"...You, don't do it first," Yun Cong was halfway tired, and suddenly woke up and pushed the other party: "It will be troublesome if someone comes in later."

Luo Yi backed away when he heard that, but still kept his arms around his waist, his gaze was still fixed on Yuncong, and the two of them were still sticking together vaguely.

"Hey, tell me," Yuncong looked a little embarrassed by him, and immediately changed the subject: "Would it be cruel for us to lie to Fengfeng like this?"

"Are you worried about what that kid is doing," Luo Yi's face darkened.

"I'm just wondering if this game can work." Seeing his dark face, Yun Cong smiled softly and leaned over to kiss him.

"Fate is involuntary. He is destined to be involved in this situation. Although I sympathize with him, there is nothing I can do."

"If it were you, would you resign yourself to fate?"

"...That's hard to say. If it were me, it would be a question of whether I could see through this situation first."

"Oh? If the wise and steady Young Master Luo is being plotted against, wouldn't you be able to see it?"

Luo Yi laughed softly: "However, if you, Ah Cong, are a think tank, it might be difficult for me to be calculated."

"A Yi, don't praise me. Once you praise me, you will feel goosebumps all over your body, and it will ooze panic." Yun Cong embraced his hands: "I won't be poor with you, I have to take a bath."

"Wait," Luo Yi snatched him back, pressed him into his arms and kissed him heavily, and said with a low smile, "Happy New Year."

Yun Cong laughed when he heard that, pushed him away and walked out, and finally said:

"Forget it, you have a long heart."

The next day.

Heavy snow today, bitter cold.

Jiang Jingshu sat in the Nuan Pavilion dressed in thick fox fur, staring at the bundle of hair in his hand in a daze, and all the scriptures were forgotten on the table.But suddenly flashed in his mind the hideous appearance of his father who died of despair after being tortured and tortured. He broke out in cold sweat, as if waking up from a nightmare, and he clenched his palms tightly.

"Pour ink."

Jiang Litong's voice came from outside the door, and Jiang Qingmo also handed out a strand of knot in his hand and hid it in a small box.

"Father, don't go around in such a cold day." Jiang Jingshu watched Jiang Litong walk in with a look of worry.

"Come and see you, how is your body?" Jiang Litong sat down opposite Jiang Jingshu.

"It's much better." Jiang Jingshu smiled comfortingly, and poured a cup of hot tea for Jiang Litong.

"It's time to get back the sword manual." Jiang Litong said lightly, taking a sip of tea.

Jiang Jingshu was stunned for a moment, and he said in embarrassment: "The sword manual is in the Qin family... what should I do now..."

"The sword manual should be in Yaowangchi, which is a forbidden place for Qin Zhi to practice." Jiang Li agreed meaningfully.

"Will you startle the snake?" Jiang Jingshu said seriously.

"Just find the sword manual and replace it with this fake one." Jiang Litong took out a sword manual from his sleeve and put it in front of Jiang Jingshu.

"How do I enter the Yaowang Pond." Jiang Jingshu frowned slightly.

"The best way is to let Qin Feng take you in, do you understand?"

Jiang Jingshu turned pale for a while, and stiffly returned the sword manual to Jiang Litong: "I... don't want to lie to him..."

"Then do you have other ideas?" Jiang Litong said helplessly.

Jiang Jingshu moved his lips but couldn't utter a word. He lowered his head and looked at that exquisite little box as if nothing...

"Or let him take you and Aji in, let Aji do things." Jiang Litong compromised, "How?"

The inside of the warm pavilion was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard, while the sound of wind, snow and frost outside became more and more whistling, making the windows "bang bang" and the dead grass and branches in the courtyard were mercilessly knocked down on the snow. was submerged.

"Qingmo, this is just a small step and you are so hesitant. Is it really as you said, do you understand?" Jiang Litong drank tea leisurely, with a calm voice, which seemed to be asking and questioning.

Jiang Jingshu felt a chill all over his body, he looked away from the small wooden box, smiled wryly and nodded in agreement: "I see."

The wind and snow ruined the fate of a lifetime.

Five days later.

【Qin Zhuang】

In the middle of winter, the wind and snow were swaying. Although it was icy and snowy, the smell of the first five years of the new year was strong. Qinzhuang was decorated in a prosperous manner. Even the guards guarding the gate were put on brand new clothes. The little maid was pacing back and forth anxiously.

"Big brother, when will Young Master Qin come back?" The little maid eagerly asked the guard in front of the door.

"Just wait a little longer, the young master is indeed back on the fifth day of the lunar new year."

"Okay." The little maid nodded helplessly, and kept watching in front of Qinzhuang's gate.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, the luxurious carriage came slowly and stopped at the gate of Qin Zhuang, which made the anxiously waiting little girl so excited that she was about to shed tears.

"Master, we're home." The groom said respectfully, and lifted the curtain of the carriage.

"It's finally here!" Qin Feng jumped out of the carriage, stretched comfortably, with a look of enjoyment on his face, when he was about to enter the house, he was stopped by the little maid.

"Master Qin!" The little maid stopped in front of Qin Feng as if she had seen a living Bodhisattva.

"Eh? Aren't you the little maid next to Brother A Yi?" Qin Feng said with a smile.

"Master Qin, you're back!" The little maid said anxiously, without paying any attention to saluting, "Master Jiang asked me to tell you that Mr. Jiang has been seriously ill these past two days, and he has been calling your name in a coma..."

The little maid hadn't finished her report, she just felt a strong wind blowing in front of her eyes, she quickly raised her sleeves to cover it up, after the wind passed, there was nowhere to be seen Qin Feng's figure in front of her eyes.

【Jiangyuan·Xining Pavilion】

Qin Feng's face was terribly gloomy, and when he walked into the room like a gust of wind, he saw Yun Cong, Qiu Ji and several servants surrounding Jiang Jingshu's bed, and the smell of medicine was strong and pungent all over the room.

Frowning, Qin Feng pushed aside the crowd and sat by the bed, only to see Jiang Jingshu laying lifelessly on the bed, his eyes closed, unconscious, his face pale, his lips chapped and bloodless, muttering.

"Fengfeng, don't worry, the doctor has come to see it." Yun Cong also lowered his voice.

"Zixu...Zixu..." Jiang Jingshu called Qin Feng vaguely even in a coma.

"Qingmo, I'm here." Qin Feng quickly sat beside Jiang Jingshu, carefully lifted him up and moved him into his arms.

Jiang Jingshu seemed to feel Qin Feng's embrace, and gradually stopped talking and fell into a coma under the gentle comfort of the other party.

And Qiu Ji sighed heavily: "On the third day of junior high school, a lot of people came to the seminar ceremony. Mr. Jiang is old, so he can only do it himself. He is already sick. This hard work and staying up all night plus the past few days It snowed heavily... and passed out just after nightfall yesterday."

"There are so many people in Jiangyuan, do they all eat rice?!" Qin Feng's face was sullen, and he caressed Jiang Jingshu's frail face distressedly, "What did the doctor say?"

"I have given acupuncture several times, but... the medicine juice can be fed in, but the medicine can't be fed in." Yun Cong said worriedly.

"What is medicine?"

"It's a pill. Brother Jiang couldn't swallow it in a coma." Yun Cong said distressedly.

"Let me do it." Qin Feng frowned.

"Here." Qiu Ji took out five or six small pills from the side and handed them to Qin Feng.

Qin Feng gently squeezed Jiang Jingshu's mouth open, picked up a pill and put it in Jiang Jingshu's mouth, kissed him like no one else, pushed the pill to the other's throat with his tongue, and then blew gently.

"Master Qin!" Qiu Ji was dumbfounded and stared blankly.

"Uncle Ji, let's go out." Yun Cong patted Qiu Ji's shoulder with embarrassment and left the room.

When Qiu Ji realized this, he also left in embarrassment.

outside the house.

Qiu Ji and Yun Cong waited outside the house for a while and saw Qin Feng come out.

"All the pills have been fed." Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll feed him the medicine in the future."

"The doctor said that Mr.'s body cold is the root of the disease. If the body cold is not cured, I'm afraid he will get sick every year in the middle of winter." Qiu Ji was worried.

"I know he has this old disease... From childhood, when the three of us went out to play snowball fights in winter, Xiao Shu could only stay at home." Qin Feng felt distressed.

"By the way, Fengfeng, you can try the medicinal properties of Wangchi, a forbidden place for practicing exercises in Qinzhuang." Yun Cong said suddenly, "I heard you said that Qinzhuang's internal energy is extremely cold, and every time you retreat to practice the upper-level mental method, you must get the medicine. Wang Chi relies on the perennial high temperature of Yaowang Pond and the medicine in the water to reconcile it."

"Yes! Yaowangchi will definitely be able to help Xiaoshu cure his body cold!" Qin Feng suddenly realized.

Qiu Ji said worriedly: "But after all, it is the forbidden area of ​​Qin Zhuang. It would be bad if the owner of Qin Zhuang knew about it, not to mention that Mr. doesn't know martial arts, if..."

Qin Feng waved his hands and said coolly: "It's okay, my father is still at my cousin's house, and he won't come back until the ninth day of the lunar new year. Now Qin Zhuang has the final say, not to mention that only my father and I can enter the Yaowangchi, so I'm not afraid of being seen by others." .

"As for martial arts, you must protect Fengfeng with your internal strength at all times, and don't let the medicinal properties of Yaowangchi be too strong." Yun Cong said solemnly, nodding his head.

"Understood, I'll take Xiaoshu there." Qin Feng made a final decision.

"It's not convenient for me to go there, just let Uncle Ji follow suit." Yun Cong arranged.

"it is good."