Fengyunyi

He opened, his steps were weak, his breath was messy, his pale face was full of panic and loss, he was flustered and helpless as if he had made a mistake and was caught on the spot, sour tears flowed down his cheeks, his precarious body was thin and sad, just like that night Jiang Yuan.

Seeing the lonely and weak figure running away, Qin Feng suddenly woke up, like a gust of wind whistling, he immediately embraced that thin body tightly in his arms, the warm and familiar touch and breath made him suppressed Two years of misery poured out like mad.

"Qingmo...my Qingmo..." Qin Feng sobbed and kept calling the other party's name, tears in his eyes fell on Jiang Jingshu's neck.

"Let go of me! Cough, cough, cough..." Jiang Jingshu struggled frantically in Qin Feng's arms and roared, followed by a heavy cough. The burning pain in his heart and lungs made him feel uncomfortable and suffocated.

Qin Feng was terrified. He used all his strength to hug Jiang Jingshu who was about to fall, and put his wrist on his wrist to check his pulse. The weak and weak pulse made him unbelievable: "Qingmo, how could you be so sick? Heavy?!"

"Cough, cough..." Jiang Jingshu couldn't speak, he struggled to break free with a hoarse coughing voice, and ran several steps in a staggered manner.

"Jiang Qingmo! Come back to me!" Qin Feng yelled coldly, and grabbed the escaped Jiang Jingshu back into his arms and hugged him tightly. He didn't know what happened in the middle, he only knew His love has really come back.

Jiang Jingshu trembled all over, his frail body was on the verge of falling, and the saddest memory rushed towards him like a flood of beasts. He leaned on Qin Feng's shoulder and sobbed in pain... until finally he cried helplessly, as if he had exhausted everything With so much strength, the feeling of drowsiness and sinking rushed to his forehead, making him powerless to resist.

"Qingmo, what's wrong with you!!"

"Qingmo!! Wake up!!"

The torrential rain enveloped this miserable world.

"How is senior? Why did Qingmo faint?" Qin Feng hurriedly asked when he saw Xuanjizi pull out the silver needle.

"Xuanji, what's the matter with him?" Jiang Litong's old face was also full of anxiety. For more than 20 years, he has regarded Jiang Qingmo as his own son.

Xuanjizi looked at Qin Feng and snorted coldly: "Why did he faint, don't you know?"

"I..." Qin Feng immediately regretted it.

"Zixu, I'm sorry for you and Qingmo." Jiang Litong recalled the past, and he was much older, "At the beginning, I knew that the deep hatred of the Lin family alone would not make you kill Qin Zhi, so I planned this final One step, use Qing Mo's death to stimulate your hatred for Qin Zhi."

Qin Feng lost his voice and looked at Jiang Litong motionlessly.

"That day when I heard Qin Zhi about Qingmo watching Yunfeng, I asked Changyin Changyi to meet him at the foot of the cliff. They used the formation of heaven and earth, and with the jade pendant of the formation eye, they would surely be able to rescue Qingmo who fell off the cliff intact. Back, I will also hand over the life-protecting jade pendant to Qingmo, and remind Qingmo not to do stupid things." Jiang Litong sighed, regretting endlessly, "Maybe we really pushed Qingmo into a desperate situation. I have already decided to die and throw the jade pendant before falling off the cliff..."

Qin Feng gasped when he heard this, his face paled.

"Later, it was Chang Yi and Chang Yin who used light work to catch Qing Mo who fell off the cliff." Xuanjizi took the words, "Zi Cheng was already dying of illness, and the intertwined aura of internal force combined with the force of falling off the cliff made him feel better. Yes." Speaking of this, Xuanjizi took a pityful look at Jiang Jingshu and said helplessly, "When Changyi and Changyin sent him back to the villa, he had only one breath left. It has been two full years now, and he has already recovered. Most of it, but..."

"But what happened?" Qin Feng looked at Jiang Jingshu who was dying on the bed in horror, and said frantically, "Qingmo can't do anything! I can't lose him again..."

"It's not because you are so heartless and heartless!" Xuanjizi pulled Qin Feng away from the bed by the collar, and said with a bad face, "He knew about your marriage, so he vomited blood and fainted on the spot! I can retrieve it now One life is a blessing!"

"It's not like this! I..." Qin Feng turned pale with shock, and the more he listened, the more frightened he became, he quickly grabbed Xuanjizi's sleeve and said eagerly, "I beg senior to save him, and it's okay to give him my life!"

Xuanjizi glared at Qin Feng, and said angrily: "You are dead, he won't live for two days."

"Then...then what should I do, Qingmo can't die!! He can't die!" Qin Feng panicked, his face turned pale, and he ran to Jiang Jingshu's side like crazy to hold the other's hand, his voice was choked and painful, "Qing Mo Wake up...listen to my explanation..."

"He is my apprentice, with me here, it is not so easy to die." Xuan Jizi glanced at the crazy Qin Feng, "You take good care of him."

As soon as Qin Feng heard that there was a turning point, he kept nodding his head like smashing garlic, overjoyed and saddened: "I will take good care of him, senior, please rest assured."

"I'll go make medicine for him." Xuanjizi stroked his white beard.

"Thank you senior." Qin Feng raised his sleeve childishly and wiped away his tears, then smiled.

After sending off Xuanjizi and Jiang Litong, Qin Feng immediately returned to Jiang Jingshu's side to watch over him, staring intently at the sleeping person on the bed, and unconsciously smirked, as if he was satisfied just watching quietly like this.

into the night.

The room was dark, and the wind swayed the curtains, only one candle was shining brightly tremblingly, reflecting the quiet sleeping man in the hibiscus tent, he suddenly frowned slightly, his long eyelashes trembled a little, and his eyes slowly opened , glazed pupils are confused and absent-minded.

Jiang Jingshu was overwhelmed by the long river of memories flooding back into his mind. After a long time, he opened his lips and called out in a hoarse and weak voice, "Zixu..."

No one responded, as if it was just a big dream, as if his Zixu had never appeared before, Jiang Jingshu struggled to support his weak body, pulled the fox fur to put it on, got out of bed enduring dizziness, and staggered to move. Stepping to the door.

He pushed open the door with all his strength, and it was pitch black outside, with the sound of rain, and thousands of rain threads were tightly bound around the world like a fine net, and the cold wind mixed with the autumn rain mercilessly invaded the crumbling body.

Is it a dream or an illusion, is it true or false.

He saw Qin Feng coming out of the rain with an umbrella in one hand and medicine in the other, so hazy and so real, so real that it frightened him and made him ashamed to face it...

Qin Feng had a cold face, he grabbed the sickly Jiang Jingshu into his arms and fastened it tightly, handed the medicine to the other's lips, and asked word by word: "Drink the medicine first."

Jiang Jingshu shuddered all over, glanced at Qin Feng's cold eyes, then quickly lowered his head, and obediently drank the medicine.

Seeing that Jiang Jingshu's face was wrinkled together, Qin Feng himself also frowned: "Is it very bitter?"

Jiang Jingshu shook his head. He took the medicine bowl and poured it to the end with his eyes closed. He has never been so afraid that he will die soon, and he has never been so eager for his body to get better soon. .

Seeing the bottom of the bowl of medicine, Qin Feng's face also eased a lot. He hugged Jiang Jingshu horizontally, walked to the bedside and said, "You are looking for death in Peeping Yunfeng. We are almost separated by yin and yang. Now Jie When we meet again later, God has treated us well."

Recalling that heart-wrenching experience, Jiang Jingshu trembled all over, and murmured guiltily in a weak voice: "I'm sorry..."

"You are sorry for me." Qin Feng said sternly, and carried Jiang Jingshu back to the bed to lean on. When he touched the other's cold hand, he frowned deeply, and quickly put the other's hand under the bed.

"However, now you have to recover from your illness first." Qin Feng asked Jiang Jingshu to lean on his chest, warming the cold and fragile body in his arms with his own body temperature.

"I'll just lie down..." Jiang Jingshu panted softly, and weakly pushed Qin Feng away to lie down.

"Don't move." Qin Feng frowned slightly, and hugged the limp Jiang Jingshu into his arms again.

The two were silent for a long time, Jiang Jingshu pretended to be calm and casually asked, breaking the silence: "Are you married..."

"I didn't betray you, I said I would never betray you no matter what." Qin Feng smiled bitterly, "You broke your promise to leave me, but I can't break your promise."

"I made up my mind that day, as long as I leave a queen for the Lin family, they will let me go." Qin Feng looked down at Jiang Jingshu, and smiled softly, "Then I left Shangyi to find you, to spy on the clouds." I'll find you under the peak."

Hearing the words, Jiang Jingshu's whole body gradually stiffened like a stone sculpture, and his frightened eyes stayed on Qin Feng's face for a long time...

One autumn rain and one cold, the autumn rain that has been falling for many days in the dead of night gradually stops, the autumn night is like water, and the green smoke and mist surround the clear moon.

The next day, Beiyun Pavilion.

The pavilion is Qin Feng's residence, only a few steps away from Jiang Jingshu's Wuchen Pavilion. When the little servant brought this breakfast to Qin Feng, Qin Feng was a little surprised.

"Are the plum cakes here also in the shape of plum blossoms?" Qin Feng asked curiously. His favorite breakfast pastry since he was a child was the plum cake made by Jiang Jingshu for him. It was still in the shape of plum blossoms. He bit it One bite, the taste is so familiar.

"Today's breakfast is made by the eldest brother." The little servant boy said confusedly.

Qin Feng was astonished when he heard this: "Did your big brother do it?"

The little servant boy slapped his forehead: "Yes, senior brother cooks breakfast in the dining room early in the morning, and also told Uncle Zhao to bring light meals to Beiyun Pavilion in the future, and the cakes should not be too sweet."

"He is so sick and still gets up so early to make breakfast, why don't you stop him?!" Qin Feng felt pain and anger in his heart.

"This..." The little servant boy looked at Qin Feng in horror.

"Sorry." Qin Feng withdrew his anger in embarrassment, "Go back."

"Yes." The little servant boy hurriedly ran away after saluting.

Qin Feng stared blankly at the plates of exquisite pastries, which were undoubtedly his favorite pastries. After a long time, he sighed helplessly...

*****

After breakfast, Qin Feng went to the medicine garden to boil medicine for Jiang Jingshu. He looked at Xuanjizi, hesitated for a long time and asked, "Senior, how is Qingmo's illness?"

After Jiang Litong explained the marriage, Xuanjizi was finally willing to look at Qin Feng, but he looked indifferent when he thought of his lover who was looking for death and life because of this man.

"As long as you take good care of him, wait for his heart disease to recover, and then slowly adjust his body, it will not be a problem to live to seventy or eighty in the future." Xuanjizi stroked his white beard, "I don't even look at who his master is. easy to die."

"Thank you, senior." Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief and quickly thanked him.

"By the way, you really don't hate him?" Xuanjizi squinted at Qin Feng, and began to question his tone, "He lied to you for so long, even he couldn't forgive himself, did you really forgive him?"

"When I first found out the truth, I complained." Thinking of his determination that night, Qin Feng smiled unnaturally, "It also made Qingmo sad and did stupid things."

"In the past two years, I have understood a lot. Qingmo also has his own difficulties. We can't help ourselves. If I love him, I should understand him." Qin Feng sighed softly, and he really matured a lot.

"Young people, you are too impulsive." Xuanjizi sighed and said while fanning the fire, "Zicheng barely survived these two years because of his concern for his adoptive father."

Thinking of how the other party's weak body survived for two years, Qin Feng felt a pain in his heart. He looked at Xuanjizi and was very grateful: "Thank you, senior, for saving Qingmo."

"It was my apprentices Chang Yi and Chang Yin who saved him. If you want to thank them, you should go to them." Xuanjizi rolled his eyes, "Also, you stay in the villa, and take care of him. .”

"Thank you senior." Qin Feng nodded.

"The medicine is ready, let him drink it."

"Ah."

Wuchen Pavilion.

"Cough cough cough..."

Qin Feng walked into the Wuchen Pavilion with the medicine and saw Jiang Jingshu's face was pale, coughing uncomfortably while packing up the painting case, the plain white clothes were stained with ink, the ink ingot was broken all over the place, and the paintings on the case were shattered. The splashed ink was black and soaked, and it was a mess.

Qin Feng was startled, quickly put the medicine aside and helped Jiang Jingshu into his arms.

"There are ink stains on the sleeves, change the clothes first." Qin Feng waved his sleeves and lowered the curtain, gently took off Jiang Jingshu's clothes, and put on a clean set of Confucian fir.

Jiang Jingshu tried his best to suppress the discomfort in his throat, nodded embarrassingly and said weakly: "Okay...it's all right."

"Drink the medicine." Qin Feng frowned, and handed the medicine to Jiang Jingshu's lips.

"Don't bother you to send it over..."

"Whispering, drink the medicine obediently." Qin Feng's tone became much tougher.

Jiang Jingshu didn't have the strength to argue with Qin Feng any more now, and whatever the other party said was what he said, so he had no choice but to drink the medicine obediently under Qin Feng's gaze.

"Eat some candy." Qin Feng quickly put the candy into Jiang Jingshu's mouth.

"I'm not a child, so I don't need to eat candy." Jiang Jingshu said awkwardly.

"It's not a child, why don't you know how to cherish your body, why do you have to have breakfast when you are so sick?" Qin Feng asked seriously.

"I'm afraid you don't like what they make." Jiang Jingshu said unnaturally.

"Don't do this in the future, I told you that I want you to take good care of your illness." Qin Feng said seriously.

Jiang Jingshu nodded helplessly, and continued to tidy up the ink-stained painting table in front of him.

"Why did you spill the ink?" Qin Feng laughed out loud and joked, "No wonder it's called Qingmo."

"I have no strength, I can't hold things steadily." Jiang Jingshu smiled, as if he was not talking about himself.

Qin Feng held Jiang Jingshu's hand distressedly, feeling the slight tremor of the other's palm, he gently hugged Jiang Jingshu and walked back to the bed: "It's okay, I'll accompany you to draw when I'm sick, rest now first."

Jiang Jingshu lay in Qin Feng's arms silently, his expression was a little uncomfortable, and he kept his head down, not daring to look at Qin Feng. Such an embarrassing atmosphere almost drove him crazy.

Qin Feng naturally put Jiang Jingshu on the bed to remove his clothes, and said, "I will accompany you to recuperate in the future."

"I'll do it myself." Jiang Jingshu pressed Qin Feng's hand unnaturally.

Qin Feng looked at Jiang Jingshu for a while, then suddenly leaned over and kissed his lips tenderly...

"Uh huh..." Jiang Jingshu looked at Qin Feng in disbelief, the long-lost touch on his lips fascinated him, as if returning to the closest time with Zixu in those years...

Qin Feng kissed the person in his arms earnestly, just like the lingering lingering every time he gets close, lingering from shallow to deep, expressing his inner thoughts in the most direct way.

After kissing for a long time, Qin Feng raised his head and looked at Jiang Jingshu seriously: "Can't you feel that I have never changed to you?"

Jiang Jing gasped lightly, and he felt dizzy after waves of dizziness, making him tremble all over, unable to reply at all.

"No matter what, you are mine." Qin Feng kissed Jiang Jingshu's brow with distress, "You know I'm going crazy these two years."

"In order to consummate the marriage with that woman on the wedding night, I have prepared aphrodisiacs." Qin Feng laughed at himself, "Do you think I am ridiculous? There is no bridegroom who consummates the consummation and prepares aphrodisiacs for himself."

"But it's all in the past, I don't care if you are Jiang Qingmo or Lin Zicheng." Qin Feng gently caressed Jiang Jingshu's face, and the pain and despair of the past two years turned into a voice, "I only know what is in front of me now. You are the one I want in this life."

"But I'm not worthy of you..." Jiang Jingshu's voice trembled, his beautiful eyes were covered with mist.

"I know you are forced to be helpless, if I had understood you earlier, we would not have missed another two years." Qin Feng choked up, his eyes gradually turned red, "I just want to be with you, why is it so difficult? "

"I can't change that matter, and I can't refuse it. I'm sorry for you..." Jiang Jingshu closed his eyes in pain, and sour and hot tears welled up in his eyes.

"Okay!" Qin Feng suddenly raised his voice and roared angrily, "Since this is the case, I want you to live well and use your life to make up for what you owe me!"

Jiang Jingshu closed his eyes tightly, his thin body trembling because of Qin Feng's sudden anger, his pale face was soaked with tears.

Qin Feng took a deep breath, suppressed the bitterness and displeasure in his heart, firmly held Jiang Jingshu's hand and said, "Have a good sleep, we will talk when you are better."

The warmth from the other party in his palm calmed down Jiang Jingshu's emotions. He looked at Qin Feng in a daze, unconsciously feeling drowsy, and fell asleep under the gentle gaze of the other party.

After Jiang Jingshu fell asleep, he came to the warm couch to tidy up the messy painting table. It was a picture of a proud bamboo forest, but the brushwork was not as vigorous as before but was vain, and the splashed ink stained black Half rice paper.

It took Qin Feng a long time to clean up. When he turned around, he accidentally knocked over a small cabinet with his elbow, and scattered several scrolls with a "crash".

Qin Feng was startled, he quickly picked up the scrolls scattered all over the place, and picked up a beautiful stone orchid painting, with "He Zixu's [-]st birthday" written on the upper right corner, Qin Feng's face darkened, and he hurriedly picked up another painting Vice, it is a painting of snowy plums in the same style, with "He Zixu's [-]nd birthday" written on the upper right corner.

Qin Feng's face turned blue, and he flipped through the remaining scrolls like crazy, and found that they were his own portraits!He looked back at Jiang Jingshu who had fallen asleep on the bed, feeling sorry and distressed.

ten days later.

There is a small town at the foot of Qishan Mountain called "Qishan Town". The daily expenses of Xuanji Villa come from this peaceful and peaceful town.

Today happened to be a temple fair, and the streets of the town were even more bustling, lively and crowded, and there was a long queue of visitors from one of the bookstores.

Young disciple Yun Ning looked at Jiang Jingshu happily and said, "Young Xia Lin has only been here for ten days, and brother's illness has improved a lot!"

"Master's medical skills are good." Jiang Jingshu said unnaturally.

"Yes, yes, brother is right." Yun Ning had a smirk on his face, he looked at the long line, then looked at Jiang Jingshu and said worriedly, "Senior brother still has a long line, how about you Go back first, I'll buy it for you."

Jiang Jingshu smiled faintly: "You don't know what kind of ink ingot I want, I'd better buy it myself."

"Senior Brother Fu has a lot of ink ingots, why don't you borrow them from Senior Brother Fu? Why do you have to come here to buy them?" Yun Ning looked at Jiang Jingshu strangely.

"The ink ingot Changyin in this bookstore is not there." Jiang Jingshu shook his head.

"Is there any difference?" Yun Ning asked suspiciously.

"The bamboo drawn by the ink ingots in this bookstore will be more vigorous." Jiang Jingshu thoughtfully.

"Okay, brother, tell me when you're tired." Yun Ning said seriously.

"Just line up..."

Before the words were finished, a small praying temple next to the bookstore opened, and a large wave of ordinary people rushed over like wolves and tigers, and dispersed the people queuing up in the bookstore.

"Senior Brother!" Yun Ning yelled anxiously, he hadn't seen Jiang Jingshu's figure for a moment, thinking that he must have been scattered by the crowd, so he got up anxiously and looked around.

Jiang Jingshu was suddenly submerged in the crowd, he had no strength to squeeze out in the crowd, he was staggered and pushed by the waves, the chaotic air almost made him suffocate, and his face became more and more livid.

Suddenly he tripped over something and was about to fall, but he was grabbed by a strong arm, and the whole person flew into the air and fell into a familiar embrace...

Qin Feng hugged Jiang Jingshu who was almost fainted nervously, and fell to the roof. He hurriedly helped him recuperate. His brows were furrowed into hills, and he scolded him: "You are still sick, don't you know how to rest?! "

"Didn't I break the ink ingot a few days ago... Today I felt much better and went out to buy a new one..." Jiang Jingshu quickly explained, for fear that Qin Feng would be angry with him.

"Ink ingots are everywhere in the villa, why do you insist on going down the mountain to buy them yourself?" Qin Feng interrupted in a bad tone.

"That ink ingot is the most suitable for painting bamboo." Jiang Jingshu said helplessly.

Qin Feng looked at Jiang Jingshu's weak appearance and couldn't bear to blame him any more. While tidying Jiang Jingshu's messy clothes, he said softly: "Then don't paint, rest well, and paint when you are in better health."

Jiang Jingshu was at a loss for words to explain for a long time, and finally could only nod his head: "Okay."

"Also, why would you rather ask a young disciple to accompany you than ask me to accompany you when you come out?" Qin Feng felt aggrieved.

"You are practicing sword." Jiang Jingshu said uncomfortably.

"Are you treating me as an outsider?" Qin Feng frowned.

"No." Jiang Jingshu shook his head.

"Ask me to accompany you wherever you go in the future, or see how I deal with you." Qin Feng glared at Jiang Jingshu angrily.

"I didn't go that far either." Jiang Jingshu twitched his lips.

"Didn't you say that you will listen to me in everything from now on?" Qin Feng looked at Jiang Jingshu proudly, "Why do you dare to reject me today?"

"Okay..." Jiang Jingshu nodded awkwardly.

"Ah! Brother!" Yun Ning landed on the roof at the right time, and was relieved to see Jiang Jingshu Wuhai.

"Yunning, you go back first." Qin Feng looked at the little boy and said gently.

Yun Ning looked back and forth between Jiang Jingshu and Qin Feng, and after a while he said, "Senior Brother's ink ingots haven't been bought yet."

"I'll buy it for him." Qin Feng said.

"Okay, then I'll go back first." Yun Ning nodded with a smile and flew away.

After Yunning left, Qin Feng looked at a bookstore not far away and said, "Where is it?"

"En." Jiang Jingshu replied awkwardly.

Qin Feng smiled contentedly, and flew over like a gust of wind with Jiang Jingshu in his arms.

late at night.

Frost blossoms fell from the window sill, covering the black-clothed boy who was as still as a pool of water. He poured down cups of sake with his head raised, his handsome eyebrows gathered in sorrow.

When Jiang Jingshu woke up, he could smell a faint smell of alcohol. He struggled to prop up his weak body and get out of bed. He raised the curtain and saw Qin Feng drinking alone at the table—he could see Qin Feng almost every night for the past ten days. drinking alone.

The bright moon is in the sky, there are many candle shadows, the curtain is blown by the cold autumn night wind, a glass of turbid wine, and a pair of clear shadows.

Qin Feng helplessly put down the wine glass in his hand, and a crisp "ding" was extremely harsh in the middle of the night. He turned his head to look at the dark inner room, and inadvertently met Jiang Jingshu's eyes, and Jiang Jingshu lowered his eyes unnaturally Not daring to look at Qin Feng, he slowly lowered the curtain.

"Qingmo...don't go." Qin Feng stopped Jiang Jingshu drunkenly.

Jiang Jingshu hesitated and walked to Qin Feng's side, and the next moment he was hugged tightly by the waist, unable to move.

Qin Feng buried his head in Jiang Jingshu's arms like a child, and whispered in a drunken voice: "Qingmo... Let's be like before, okay?"

Jiang Jingshu raised his hand and gently caressed Qin Feng's head. He looked at the crumbling lights in a daze, and mist filled his eyes: "Can I still love you?"

Qin Feng said confusedly while hiccupping: "If you don't love me, who else do you want to love?"

Jiang Jingshu choked with sobs and slowly closed his eyes, tears soaked his fair face.

There are lovers but they always stumble, they can't love each other when they meet, and they can't see each other when they love each other.

In the days that followed, Qin Feng stayed with Jiang Jingshu to recuperate in the villa, and because of this, Jiang Jingshu's illness finally improved. The relationship between the two seemed to form a certain balance, neither happy nor sad, neither far nor near.

Unknowingly, the late autumn has passed, the cold winter is coming, and the snowy night is cold.

two months later.

It snows and clears up at the beginning of the day, Jiang Jingshu stands in the courtyard under the falling plum trees, his elegant face is still slightly pale, dressed in pure white fox fur, he is a gentleman, just like the moon and the clear wind.

"Brother."

Jiang Jingshu thought it was Fu Changyin, but saw Baili Changyi coming towards him.

"Senior brother, I'm sorry, Changyin was too tired last night and couldn't wake up this morning." Baili Changyi said awkwardly, "I can't accompany you to see Xuezhu."

The other party's words were full of distress and love, Jiang Jingshu smiled: "I was rude, you go back and take care of Chang Yin."

"Brother, you are not in good health, so don't go by yourself." Baili Changyi said worriedly.

"En." Jiang Jingshu nodded.

After Baili Changyi left, Jiang Jingshu sat blankly in the pavilion looking at the bright red snow plum, lonely and lost, as if he was the only one in the world.

After a while, he gathered the fluffy fox fur, and somehow walked towards Beiyun Pavilion.

The room was full of incense and warm like spring. Jiang Jingshu walked to the bed and gently lifted the curtains, only to see that Qin Feng was still sleeping soundly. Look away.

As if there was some kind of traction, Jiang Jing couldn't help but raised his hand to touch Qin Feng's sleeping face, then slowly bent down and kissed Qin Feng's forehead.

"Xiao Shu~" Qin Feng murmured lazily, and quickly dragged the astonished Jiang Jingshu onto the bed.

Jiang Jingshu couldn't stand the sudden force, he was in a trance and felt dizzy, before he recovered, he was hugged by Qin Feng.

"Kiss me secretly?" Qin Feng said with a smirk.

"I woke you up." Jiang Jingshu said in embarrassment.

"Being woken up by Xiao Shu's kiss is what I wish for." Qin Feng yawned contentedly, "By the way, didn't you want to go to the back mountain with Senior Brother Fu to see Snow Bamboo?"

"Junior Brother Baili said he is still awake." Jiang Jingshu said flatly.

After thinking about it, Qin Feng knew the reason, and immediately laughed out loud: "Qingmo always finds Senior Brother Fu to play chess, play the piano, and go out all day. Senior Brother Baili will definitely be jealous."

"It's because I didn't think carefully and disturbed them." Jiang Jingshu smiled unnaturally.

"Don't you still have me? Why do you always go to someone else?" Qin Feng gently hugged Jiang Jingshu back into his arms, and said helplessly, "Do you not want me to accompany you?"

Jiang Jingshu looked at Qin Feng's eyes that seemed to be able to speak, and buried his head in the other's arms for a long time, only at this moment did his lonely heart feel a little comforted and satisfied.

Qin Feng comforted Jiang Jingshu, and he simply bullied him. He gently kissed the person in his arms: "Then we will love each other for a while."

"Hmm..." Jiang Jingshu looked at Qin Feng in confusion.

Qin Feng naturally knew that Jiang Jingshu's body couldn't stand a little toss, he didn't let himself go around, he just kissed the other party for a long time before he was willing to stop.

"Are you okay?" Qin Feng called out softly, caressing Jiang Jingshu's face.

Jiang Jingshu gasped weakly and nodded. In the chaos, he felt that Qin Feng had been hugging him, which made him fall asleep with peace of mind.

When Jiang Jingshu woke up, it was noon, his body was dry and he had put on a clean underwear. He raised his eyes to meet Qin Feng's smile, and said calmly, "Accompany me to the back mountain."

"Okay, okay, obey." Qin Feng said happily, and then he leaned close to the other's ear and sniffed, only to feel the fragrance.

"En." Jiang Jingshu replied awkwardly.

"Don't look for Senior Brother Fu all day long, not only Senior Brother Baili will be jealous, but I will also be jealous." Qin Feng stroked Jiang Jingshu's hair distressedly, and said sullenly, "You have me."

Jiang Jingshu looked at Qin Feng absent-mindedly, and with one sentence dispelled all the chill in his heart and gave him so much hope.

"Also, more kisses can enhance the relationship between husband and wife." Qin Feng smiled ambiguously.

Jiang Jingshu blushed, "Get up, it's time to eat."

The two didn't have any more conversations, but the atmosphere was so harmonious and warm, as if they could hear Xue Rong's voice.

at night.

Jiang Jingshu went back to the room with a few books, but saw the shadows of candles in the room, but no one was there. He thought he forgot to extinguish the candles when he went out, so he put the books away and went back to the inner room, and he heard the shadow of the screen. Then some water sound.

"Zixu, is that you?"

"It's not me, anyone else, come here." Qin Feng said helplessly.

Jiang Jingshu heaved a sigh of relief and walked behind the screen, and saw Qin Feng in the bath through the mist: "What's wrong?"

Qin Feng lay on the edge of the bathtub like a grandpa, closed his eyes and said enjoyingly: "Hey, give me a shoulder massage."

Jiang Jingshu suddenly stood by the bathtub, at a loss, and didn't move for a long time.

"Didn't you want you to compensate me?" Qin Feng opened his eyes slightly, looked at Jiang Jingshu with a funny face and said, "Here, I'll give you a chance."

It was such a heavy thing to be ridiculed by Qin Feng, but it turned out to be so tender, Jiang Jingshu sat obediently by the bath, picked up a towel from the water and gently wiped Qin Feng's back, and then squeezed the other's Massage the shoulders skillfully.

Soaking in hot water and being massaged by his beloved, Qin Feng squinted his eyes incomparably enjoying it, he didn't pay attention to the matter that lay between them, and began to whine: "Qingmo, I didn't expect You are so skilled..."

"In the past, my adoptive father had pain in his shoulder, and I often pressed it for him." Jiang Jingshu replied,

"Qingmo, take a bath with me." Qin Feng looked at Jiang Jingshu rascally and said with a smile.

"I've taken a shower." Jiang Jingshu shook his head and said.

"It's not a conflict." Qin Feng blinked, and began to untie Jiang Jingshu's belt.

"Don't make trouble." Jiang Jingshu helplessly pressed Qin Feng's hand.

Qin Feng hugged Jiang Jingshu's waist and said with a smile, "Okay, I won't tease you." After saying that, he pinched Jiang Jingshu's face, becoming more pampered and cherished.

The touch of the skin made Jiang Jingshu gradually recall their most tender and intimate days, and turned to think of today's situation, but it made him fall into a quagmire.

"Why are you in a daze?" Qin Feng buried his face in Jiang Jingshu's arms.

"It's nothing." Jiang Jingshu gently stroked Qin Feng's head.

"Did you miss me?" Qin Feng said with a smile.

"Yes, yes." Jiang Jingshu didn't deny it, he patted Qin Feng's shoulder, "The water is getting cold, get up."

"Okay, just change my clothes."

"En." Jiang Jing followed Qin Feng, dried his body for him, put on his nightgown, and served thoughtfully.

Qin Feng opened his arms and did not move, allowing Jiang Jingshu to dress himself. He looked at Jiang Jingshu who was wearing a belt in front of him, and couldn't help laughing softly. The two seemed to be back in the past.

"Don't be exhausted." Qin Feng said, and directly hugged Jiang Jingshu and walked out of the screen. Fortunately, there was a heater in the room, and the other party did not catch cold.

Qin Feng carefully put Jiang Jingshu on the bed, and suddenly said seriously, "Qingmo, in fact, you haven't paid me much in the past two months, but you owe me so much, what should I do? "

Jiang Jingshu's face turned pale when he heard the words, he held Qin Feng's hand and struggled to sit up: "Then I..."

"Listen to me." Qin Feng shook his head meaningfully, coughed a few times and continued, "From now on, I will live in your room, and you will be my personal servant, helping me to rub my shoulders, peeling oranges, pomegranates and peanuts for me Eat, when I am satisfied, you will make up for it."

"Okay..." Jiang Jingshu nodded reassuringly.

"Of course, it's best to make a promise with your body." Qin Feng blinked ambiguously, and suddenly looked regretful, "But you are still sick, and I don't want to part with it."

Jiang Jingshu smiled softly, and said softly, "I'm much better now."

"You~ it's just a little bit better, it's much better there, we just kissed for a while this morning and you're so tired and dizzy." Qin Feng amusedly tapped the tip of Jiang Jingshu's nose, and he suddenly showed a mischievous and lustful smile , "You'd better press my shoulders obediently, and we'll do other things when you get better." As he said that, he lay happily on the bed, closed his eyes and meditated with enjoyment.

"Okay." Jiang Jingshu smiled lightly, put down the bed curtain and helped Qin Feng pull up the quilt.

"The shoulders are so sore from practicing swords these days." Qin Feng yawned wearily, and after a while he felt the opponent's fingers skillfully pinching his shoulders. The whole body is unobstructed.

"Go to sleep." Jiang Jingshu said softly, his soft voice was like a beautiful lullaby, which made Qin Feng more comfortable physically and mentally.

"It's so comfortable..." Qin Feng felt ecstatic and drowsy, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

The moonlight tonight is so warm and nostalgic.

The next day.

After a heavy snowfall last night, the sky and the earth were all white, and it was freezing cold, but the room was warmed into spring. Qin Feng woke up from a comfortable massage, as if he was in a dream. It was warm and comfortable.

"Huh?" Qin Feng opened his eyes in a daze, and the scene in front of him became clear. He saw Jiang Jingshu still massaging beside him, and he sat up in shock, "Xiao Shu?! You pressed it all night ?!"

Jiang Jingshu's face was obviously pale and haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, he shook his head weakly and smiled