Fengyunyi

: "It's okay, are your shoulders still sore?"

Qin Feng's face was slightly angry, and he took Jiang Jingshu's hand and massaged it distressingly to relax: "Are you just not taking your body seriously?"

"I see that you are sleeping comfortably like this, so I will help you massage more." The smile on Jiang Jingshu's lips became a little stiff, "It's okay, it's the same when I sleep again later."

"You're still sick!" Qin Feng was about to die of rage, he quickly pushed Jiang Jingshu to lie down on the bed, and quickly covered him with the quilt.

Jiang Jingshu gently held Qin Feng's hand, his voice was weak and light but serious: "I really want to make it up to you... I may not be able to do too much at once, give me some time..."

"Don't say such nonsense, go to sleep quickly." Qin Feng gave Jiang Jingshu a serious look, seeing Jiang Jingshu's face became sick again after staying up all night, his heart ached terribly.

"Wait..." Jiang Jingshu shook his head, "I almost forgot that today is your birthday on the tenth day of the Lunar New Year..." As he spoke, he propped himself up weakly and staggered out of bed.

Qin Feng couldn't stop him, so he could only follow Jiang Jingshu to protect him.

Jiang Jingshu took out three scrolls from a small cabinet and handed them to Qin Feng, showing a haggard but contented smile: "Your 20th birthday, I gave you a piece of autumn chrysanthemum, and I will paint you for your birthday in the past two years." I drew a picture of Shi Lan and a picture of Xuemei, and I drew a picture of green bamboo for your birthday this year, I thought I would never have a chance to give it to you..."

"I went to the town to buy ink ingots that day, just to paint this picture of bamboo?" Qin Feng frowned and asked.

"My hands are weak. Although I used a good ink ingot, I still couldn't draw well..." Jiang Jingshu said regretfully.

Qin Feng smiled softly. He opened the green bamboo and nodded with satisfaction: "Nonsense, Qingmo's painting is amazing." He suddenly thought of something, smiled maliciously and said, "Plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, I want all of them." , and a portrait."

"What portrait?" Jiang Jingshu asked with a blushing face, pretending to be calm.

"In the future, you don't need to draw portraits to look at things and think about people. I said I will accompany you." Qin Feng kissed Jiang Jingshu's cheek and smiled, then raised his hand and hugged the dull person back to the bed, "Now you Obediently heal your illness, or I will spank your ass."

Jiang Jingshu nodded, subconsciously grabbed Qin Feng's sleeves: "Leave after I fall asleep, is that okay?"

"I'll sleep with you." Qin Feng said and lay down next to Jiang Jingshu, carefully hugging him into his arms.

Jiang Jingshu didn't say a word anymore, he kept looking at Qin Feng reluctantly, worrying about gains and losses, until his eyelids were really too heavy to hold open, and then he closed his eyes that had been dry for a long time in a daze.

The days of being accompanied by a sweetheart always pass quickly. Qin Feng has been living in the villa to accompany Jiang Jingshu to recover from his illness. Before he knew it, a year has passed. , as if everything was going to be fine.

Another cold night.

On a snowy night, if there is no snow, there will be some sparse stars in the sky.The snow flakes on the branches accidentally fell and fell softly on the snow.

The door was gently pushed open, and Jiang Jingshu walked into the room with a lantern in one hand and meat porridge in the other. After more than a year of recuperation and accompanied by Qin Feng, his face was obviously rosy and sick. nothing.

"Where did you go? It's cold at night so don't run around." Qin Feng quickly walked towards Jiang Jingshu and closed the door tightly.

"You didn't eat anything for dinner today, so I made you a bowl of porridge." Jiang Jingshu put the porridge in front of Qin Feng, as if coaxing a child.

"The dishes today have green onions..." Qin Feng looked at Jiang Jingshu sadly.

"I've explained it to Uncle Zhao before, maybe I didn't pay attention this time." Jiang Jingshu nodded and said softly, "Let's eat some porridge tonight."

"Okay." Qin Feng laughed and opened his mouth wide: "Ah——"

Jiang Jingshu shook his head helplessly, picked up the bowl obediently, fed him spoonful by spoonful, and thoughtfully wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief from time to time.

"Xiao Shu, you don't seem to have tried to feed me." Qin Feng chatted, "I feed you, and you can be picky eaters. If you don't eat this one, you won't eat that one."

Jiang Jingshu retorted speechlessly, the more he recalled the sweet days in the past, the more panicked he felt, as if a big stone had been pressing on his chest, making him unable to breathe, I don't know how he got to the present step by step Relationship.

A bowl of porridge was empty, Jiang Jingshu was just about to pick up the bowl and leave, Qin Feng suddenly grabbed his hand and said gently: "Xiao Shu, put the bowl away first, and I'll clean it up tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Jiang Jingshu nodded, he was already used to not reject any request from Qin Feng.

"Go to bed." Qin Feng said with a smile, and led Jiang Jingshu to the inner room, washed and changed his hands and feet quickly, and lay down on the bed comfortably after rolling over. He patted the empty space beside him, gently He said, "Come, lie down here."

Jiang Jingshu walked aside and took off his thick coat, and was hugged by Qin Feng as soon as he sat on the bed.

"Your body is cool, quickly cover the quilt." Qin Feng frowned, and quickly pulled the thick quilt to cover Jiang Jingshu.

Jiang Jingshu lowered his head and nestled in Qin Feng's arms, and the other's body was like a hot stove that made him lean over involuntarily, warm and comfortable.

Qin Feng hugged Jiang Jingshu contentedly, as warm and sweet as they used to be, he smiled and said: "Xiao Shu, you are still so comfortable to hold."

"How comfortable it is." Jiang Jingshu groaned softly, his eyes softened a lot.

"It's very comfortable." Qin Feng happily hugged Jiang Jingshu tightly, rubbing his cheek against the other's hair like a big cat, and a burst of quiet body fragrance made him feel comfortable.

"Sleep." Jiang Jingshu blushed, and closed his eyes softly.

Qin Feng smiled lightly, raised his hand to gently caress Jiang Jingshu's lips, and couldn't help lowering his head to kiss it. The soft and sweet feeling was just like the emotion of a young man. He quietly unbuttoned the other party's skirt and kissed it slowly. Boundless, the nipples are as bright red as cherry blossoms, and the jade bud that has not been touched for a long time is as soft as virgin jade powder.

"Qingmo, how about we have sex?" Qin Feng looked at the person in his arms passionately and emotionally.

Jiang Jingshu nodded meekly, raised his arms to hug Qin Feng's neck, and kissed soft lips, recalling those years, more than ten years of companionship, first acquaintance in the academy, gradually growing love, childhood sweetheart, should be so loving and lingering for a lifetime , but was played by fate to this point, missed several years.

The first snow fell tonight, and the broken snowflakes were flying all over the sky, quiet and peaceful.

The next day.

No matter how windy, snowy and cold it is outside, the Wuchen Pavilion is still as warm as spring.

When Qin Feng entered the room with the medicine, Jiang Jingshu was still sleeping deeply on the bed, his breath was peaceful and peaceful, his complexion was rosy, and his exposed skin was full of ambiguous hickey marks.

"Qingmo, wake up." Qin Feng gently stroked Jiang Jingshu's hair, and couldn't help but leaned over to kiss the slightly parted red lips.

Jiang Jingshu woke up from Qin Feng's shallow kiss. He didn't even dare to think about such tenderness before. In a daze, the quilt was lifted by the other party, and his body was hugged in his arms.

"Qingmo...you are really..." Qin Feng looked at Jiang Jingshu fieryly, carefully spread the other's legs, and impatiently took the beloved one back as his own, and penetrated deeply.

"Uh, Zixu..." Jiang Jingshu cried out in panic, curled up slightly, and looked at Qin Feng with misty eyes.

"Don't be afraid, relax your body." Qin Feng gently hugged Jiang Jingshu into his arms, slightly raised Jiang Jingshu's waist, eager to greedily go deep and ask for the fun of this body, and felt very comfortable being surrounded by the other's soft buds.

Just like last night, they hugged each other tightly to death for a long time, until Jiang Jingshu couldn't bear the love under him anymore, Qin Feng finally stopped, and said with an ambiguous smile: "Qingmo, this time I should wake up." Is that enough?"

"Hmm..." Jiang Jingshu panted lightly and drooped into Qin Feng's arms, yearning for this long-lost tenderness.

Qin Feng kissed Jiang Jingshu's brow, and after resting with him, he gently bathed and changed his clothes, and served him soup and medicine. It was almost noon after all the tossing.

"Would you like to continue sleeping or read a book on the couch outside?" Qin Feng wiped the corners of Jiang Jingshu's mouth.

"Let's sit outside for a while." Jiang Jingshu was in a good mood.

Qin Feng directly carried Jiang Jingshu to the soft couch outside and put it away, then sat opposite Jiang Jingshu, picked up a book and started to read, as if returning to their days in Jiangyuan, light and warm.

"You don't need to accompany me." Jiang Jingshu said softly.

"Nonsense, I didn't accompany you, I was reading." Qin Feng seemed to be enjoying reading, and replied without raising his head.

Jiang Jingshu smiled speechlessly and continued to copy the scriptures. The atmosphere between the two was leisurely and harmonious.

There was a long silence, only the curling incense swam.

Jiang Jingshu raised his head to look at Qin Feng from time to time. After these years of parting, he only wished that he could look at each other quietly like today for the rest of the day, recalling the little things of love with Zixu in those years, it was as beautiful as a field dream.

"Xiao Shu." Qin Feng suddenly closed the book and looked at Jiang Jingshu.

Jiang Jingshu hurriedly lowered his head, pretending to continue reading, and responded in a panic: "Yes."

"I'm going out to practice swords for a while, so don't go out, it's very cold outside." Qin Feng said softly, picked up the Taichu Sword beside him, and walked out of the Nuan Pavilion.

Jiang Jingshu was fidgeting on the couch, copying scriptures in his hands, but he could hear Qin Feng's sword practice in the courtyard, which disturbed his mind and made him want to look at the courtyard uncontrollably—the young man in the courtyard, Hei The clothes are chic, the long sword is sharp, and the spirit is high, just like when they were young in Jiangyuan, Zixu would dance for himself every time he learned a new martial arts move.

The red leaves all over the sky confused Jiang Jingshu's eyes, but he was nostalgic but so melancholy, deep in love in late autumn.

As the sun goes by, Qin Feng reads books with Jiang Jingshu in Nuan Pavilion every day, or practices swords in the courtyard where Jiang Jingshu can be seen, silently, infatuated still.

a few days later.

In the early morning after snowfall, the first sun rises high, the world is full of vitality, the snow plums are delicate and beautiful, a group of chirping winter birds land in the Jiangjingshu room, awakening the beauty in the dream,

Jiang Jingshu wakes up in a daze. He has been used to waking up in Qin Feng's arms every day this year, but now he is not used to not seeing Qin Feng's figure when he opens his eyes.

Thinking that the other party might have gotten up early to practice swords, he got up, washed and changed his clothes, and when he walked out of the room, he saw the white and flawless winter snow, which made him feel much happier.

"Morning, Yunning." Jiang Jingshu greeted a young disciple with a light smile.

"Morning Senior Brother." The clever Yun Ning jumped over to greet Jiang Jingshu, "Eh? Senior Brother, don't you want to see Lin Shaoxia off?"

"See you off?" The smile on Jiang Jingshu's face froze.

"Lin Shaoxia is going down the mountain today, it seems that he is going back to Shangyi."

"Going down the mountain?!" Jiang Jingshu panicked, "Where is he now?!"

"Shouldn't be leaving yet, at the master's side..."

Before he had time to listen to the young disciple's words, Jiang Jingshu hurried to Xuanjizi in a panic, pear blossoms all the way before the snow, swaying like the precarious love.

The long corridor seemed to have no end, Jiang Jingshu's face was ashen, eager, panting, holding on to the railing and struggling to move forward, inhaling gusts of cold wind into his chest almost made him suffocate.

"Pouring ink?!"

From a long distance, Qin Feng saw Jiang Jingshu weakly holding on to the railing and gasping for breath, as if he was in pain, he rushed to Jiang Jingshu like stepping on the wind, and embraced him in his arms with great distress.

"Why are you running in such a hurry?"

Jiang Jingshu endured the tingling pain in his heart, and asked calmly, "What happened back then...you still can't forgive me, right?"

"Nonsense, I've forgiven you a long time ago, otherwise I wouldn't be here to accompany you to recuperate." Qin Feng gently stroked the other person's back to help him calm down: "Three years have passed, I really don't blame you, Now seeing that you are cured, I can go back and deal with some things with peace of mind."

Jiang Jingshu only felt a burning pain in his heart. Thinking of Qin Feng's leaving, it seemed that everything was off track. He asked with difficulty: "But is it important? Can't you go back?"

It was the first time that Jiang Jingshu would be so self-willed and awkward, Qin Feng smiled dotingly: "Qingmo is forcing me to stay?"

Jiang Jingshu trembled all over, he had no time to think more, so he raised his hand and hugged Qin Feng's waist tightly according to the most direct thought in his heart, and whispered pleadingly: "You can do whatever you want me to do, I will do whatever you want. Slowly compensate you...don't leave me..."

Qin Feng was stunned, feeling the long-lost dependence and nostalgia, he couldn't help raising a touching smile: "Just ten days, I will come back after ten days, and then I will always be with you and love you."

"It's a deal..." Jiang Jingshu nodded with distracted eyes.

"It's a deal." Qin Feng kissed Jiang Jingshu's forehead, "Be sure to take your medicine obediently, rest well, and wait for me to come back." After saying that, he took off a sachet from his waist, opened it, and opened the bag inside. He took out a bundle of red rope knotted hair and continued, "For three years, I have kept this bundle of hair by my side and never lost it."

Jiang Jingshu looked at the bundle of hair in disbelief: "You still keep it."

"Of course, we have already married, how could I leave you."

Liting in winter, snow everywhere.

"drive--"

"Da da"

The horse's hooves quickly crushed the pear blossom snow all over the ground, and it rose up violently. The flying snow in the sky was like thousands of trees and pear blossoms floating in the air. Jiang Jingshu stood in the white snow quietly watching the distant horse. Holding the knotted hair tightly, her beautiful eyes are like a clear mirror lake.

After ten days of waiting, all the cares in the hearts of the two were worn away, leaving only deep thoughts, lost and found, gained and lost, lost and found again, going round and round, missing and meeting again and again, love makes people miserable , yet so eager.

into the night.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, flying all over the sky like goose feathers.

When Jiang Jingshu woke up and it was close to Zi Shi, his beautiful eyes opened slightly, he was tired and indifferent, the room was still empty and he was the only one, lonely and deserted, without any noise.

Jiang Jingshu put on a fluffy cloak, dragged his tired body to the door, looked at the heavy snow, had been waiting here alone for the tenth day, only thinking about seeing his Zixu coming from the snow.

It is covered with white snow, the frosty wind is desolate, the fog and snow are scattered, and the end of the road of frost and snow is endless.Just as Jiang Jingshu was about to turn around and go back to the room in despair, suddenly there was a person walking towards him with a lantern in the wind and snow.

The appearance of the visitor gradually became clear, and Jiang Jingshu finally raised a gentle smile that made people feel heartbroken. He rushed into the wind and snow excitedly, and the love that had been drifting away for three years finally returned to the original point, just like the original heartbeat.

"Qingmo, I'm back." Qin Feng embraced Jiang Jingshu emotionally, he knew that his Qingmo had finally returned to his side.

Jiang Jingshu raised his hand to hug Qin Feng tightly, and hot tears welled up in his eyes: "Zixu, I miss you so much."

"I love you so much."

There is no need to hide the repressed affection.

Two years later.

In October of the fifth year of Yuancheng, at the foot of Qishan Mountain, Xuanji Villa

The young man in white clothes is bright and handsome, with a handsome face, high-spirited, sweeping swords and stabbing swords with ease, the lingering and deadly sword moves suddenly turned into soft fingers, and the rigid sword was melted into cotton wool. , the golden light scattered and turned into dots of luster, floating light and jade shadows, and the silver-white Taichu was agile and elegant in his hands, wielding the Qilin Jue vividly and vividly with every move.

"Not bad." Xuanjizi nodded in satisfaction.

Qin Feng put his sword back into its sheath gracefully, smiled refreshingly and cupped his fists and said, "Master taught you well."

"You haven't apprenticed yet, I'm not your master." Xuanjizi laughed loudly and stroked his white beard.

"You are Qingmo's master, and you are my master." Qin Feng shrugged and smiled.

"Okay, that's all for today." Xuanjizi said with a smile, "Zicheng and Changyin are in Fengju."

"Thank you, Master." Qin Feng smiled, warm as a spring breeze.

Xuanjizi looked at the back of Qin Feng leaving, and smiled reassuringly. He counted his fingers, and the smile deepened at the corner of his mouth: "It seems that there are visitors today."

【Fengju】

The autumn is bright and the red leaves are like fire. The small pavilion of Fengju is hidden in the scattered red maple, full of maple love, the quiet and elegant small attic has a lively atmosphere of autumn.

Stepping on a field of red leaves, walking into the shadowy red maple, the elegant small attic is in front of you, and you can see the elegant man in blue shirt reflected on the red maple leaves.He has recovered from his illness, and he sits quietly in front of the warm couch, burning incense and reading scriptures. The smoke in the pavilion is curling up, or a few red leaves are falling leisurely, or the birds are singing crisply in autumn, but Mr. Ruyu is not disturbed.

Jiang Jingshu looked at the scroll in his hand and copied it on the paper from time to time. He was so absorbed that he didn't even notice that Qin Feng walked in until the other party hugged him in his arms, and raised his eyes to meet Qin Feng's gentle eyes like water.

"My Qingmo, miss me so much." Qin Feng hugged Jiang Jingshu clingily, not wanting to let go of it.

"I haven't seen you all morning. What are you thinking?" Jiang Jingshu smiled lightly and raised his hand to remove a few red leaves from Qin Feng's hair. His tone was also soft and affectionate, and he couldn't help leaning forward to send a kiss.

Qin Feng embraced Jiang Jingshu with great joy and kissed passionately, and the two fell on the warm couch and kissed lingeringly like a sweet love.

"It really hurts my heart, I wish I could hold you in my arms every day." Qin Feng smiled heartily and talked affectionately, and couldn't help kissing Jiang Jingshu's face fiercely, "Why are you alone, Senior Brother Fu?" Woolen cloth?"

"Go out with Changyi." Jiang Jingshu panted lightly, and smiled meaningfully.

"Oh, my Qingmo was rejected by them." Qin Feng said dissatisfiedly with his mouth pouted.

"Nonsense." Jiang Jingshu laughed and patted Qin Feng on the head.

"What are you writing?" Qin Feng hugged Jiang Jingshu and sat up, curiously flipping through the scrolls on the table.

Leaning comfortably in Qin Feng's arms, Jiang Jingshu explained while arranging the piles of books on the table: "Master is writing the history books recently, and I started a fight with Changyin."

"History?" Qin Feng casually picked up a book and flipped through it.

"<Complete History Policy>, sort out and rewrite the scattered history books from ancient times to the present." Jiang Jingshu picked up a pen and continued to copy seriously as he spoke, apparently ignoring Qin Feng.

"You are like senior brother Fu, you like to read and write every day." Qin Feng slumped on Jiang Jingshu's back and sighed.

"If you're bored, go to your senior brother Baili to learn from him. His swordsmanship is unrivaled."

"I can't beat him." Qin Feng was even more mournful. He took Jiang Jingshu's pen and said persistently, "Xiao Shu~~Come with me~~"

Jiang Jingshu calmly picked up another pen and continued to copy, but was taken away by Qin Feng again. This time, there were not many pens. He frowned and stared at Qin Feng: "Give me the pen."

"Xiao Shu~ Let's find a day to go back and dismantle that tomb, it's unlucky." Qin Feng said suddenly.

Jiang Jingshu paused, thought for a moment, and smiled lightly: "No need, just let Jiang Jingshu leave like this."

"It's okay, you're mine anyway." Qin Feng snorted softly, swung his sleeves and blew a gust of wind to close the door. Shu's belt was stripped open.

"Don't, don't, don't...it's not good to be seen in broad daylight..." Jiang Jingshu said nervously.

"It's okay, Senior Brother Baili taught me the hidden formation." Satisfied, Qin Feng swung down the curtains around him, and took off Jiang Jingshu's clothes.

The love is lingering in the Nuan Pavilion, and the autumn is still good. The clear autumn wind blows the red leaves from the window sill, and the scroll "Sasa" makes a sound, and the red leaves fall on the wet ink.

sunset.

In a peaceful afternoon, a white dove flapped its wings and landed on the side of the couch, waking Jiang Jingshu awake. He moved Qin Feng's arm to prop himself up, and took off the note on the white dove's feet.

Qin Feng also woke up, sat up limply and lay on Jiang Jingshu's back, and muttered sleepily: "Why is there a pigeon?"

"Guess who wrote the letter?" Jiang Jingshu smiled lightly and gestured for the note in his hand.

"It doesn't matter, let me kiss again." Qin Feng seemed to have not woken up yet, and he pressed Jiang Jingshu back on the couch in a daze.

Jiang Jingshu relaxed his body helplessly, opened his legs in response to Qin Feng's movement, and let the other party ask for it. He freed his hand to open the note and read it, and his eyes suddenly became turbulent...

"Hey, concentrate, I'm going in." Qin Feng kissed Jiang Jingshu's forehead affectionately, and slowly pushed his waist forward to the deepest point.

"Uh uh..." Jiang Jingshu slumped on Qin Feng's shoulder and let out a soft cry, arched his body to cater to the depth of the other party tacitly, his white toes rolled up slightly comfortably, and indulged in enjoying the carnival with his beloved lingering.

Qin Feng lovingly hugged Jiang Jingshu tightly and kissed him passionately. The warm and affectionate intercourse has been tossing for a long time and he is unwilling to stop.

"Don't mess around, Yun Cong and Luo Yi are coming." Jiang Jingshu coaxed, stroking Qin Feng's face apologetically.

Qin Feng was still kissing his beloved with relish, and suddenly he was completely awake, and he was stunned: "Ah?! The two of them??"

"En." Jiang Jingshu smiled and kissed Qin Feng's lips, "It's time to get up."

"Really?" Qin Feng looked at Jiang Jingshu hesitantly.

"Really." Jiang Jingshu said with a smile, "The letter was sent ten days ago, and it's almost here now."

Qin Feng still seemed to be dreaming, and he was so dazed that he couldn't move at all, until a young disciple came from outside the house to send a message: "Senior brother Lin, the master said that there are guests coming, and let you go to the gate of the villa."

"Do you know the guest's last name?" Jiang Jingshu asked.

"It's Mr. Yun and Mr. Luo."

【Qishan·Fengyunjian】

The autumn is cool and the cottage is harmonious, like a gentleman, with black hair and jade crown, the moon is breezy, the man is wrapped in a blue and white fleece, his eyebrows are clear and elegant, with a bit of light comfort, and the clear and elegant voice slips from his fingertips It seems that Yunjuan and Yunshu have no intention of meeting him.

Qin Feng wore clean and neat blue and white clothes, and the youthful and frivolous greenness faded between his brows, showing a more graceful posture. He looked at Jiang Jingshu who was leisurely playing the piano intoxicated and tenderly, and couldn't help but clapped his hands and praised loudly: "Qingmo I love you to death! You play so well!"

Yun Cong slowly stirred the hot tea on the charcoal with a wooden spoon, and the heat from the tea heater dispelled the autumn cold in the thatched cottage. He gave Qin Feng a disgusted look and said, "Why are you making noise? Listen to the piano and be quiet."

"Although Fengfeng has grown up, his frizzy temperament can't be changed." Luo Yi said with a deep smile.

After the song was over, Qin Feng immediately handed Jiang Jingshu a cup of hot tea considerately: "Hurry up and warm up."

"If he can be quiet for an hour someday, I'll be thankful." Jiang Jingshu took a sip from the teacup with a light smile.

"Xiao Shu is so quiet all day long, if I am quiet too, it will be so boring." Qin Feng looked smug and excited.

"No." Yuncong raised his eyebrows mischievously, and said with a smirk, "Two years ago, Fengfeng was quiet. You can stay in Jiangyuan every day without talking."

"Yes, how quiet and obedient." Luo Yi also laughed and joked about the old things together.

"It was so fierce when I was hit on Broken Soul Peak back then. It scared me to death." Yun Cong seemed to be in shock, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

Qin Feng coughed lightly in embarrassment: "Don't mention these things about old sesame seeds and rotten millet."

"By the way, how did you know that someone under the cliff would rescue you that day?" Yun Cong asked suspiciously.

"Ask Xiaoshu~ Uncle Ji gave me a note that day saying it was Xiaoshu's last wish, and it said that I should knock you off the cliff." Qin Feng glanced at Jiang Jingshu.

"The one who saved you was my junior brother Baili Changyi. I asked him to prepare to save you under the cliff in advance." Jiang Jingshu said calmly, "I know that mother and Luo Xiao will not let you go."

"I see. Thank you Brother Jiang for saving your life." Yun Cong said seriously, cupping his fists and saluting.

"I owe you this." Jiang Jingshu smiled unnaturally, "You don't have to thank me."

"It's all happened four or five years ago, let's not talk about this or this." Qin Feng laughed and quickly talked to smooth things over.

"That's right, it's all old stuff, and I almost can't remember it." Yun Cong smiled in relief.

"We are still here, that's enough." Luo Yi smiled lightly.

"Fortunately, we are all safe." Jiang Jingshu breathed a sigh of relief.

Yun Cong looked at Qin Feng and changed the subject. "By the way, what do you want for this year's birthday?"

Qin Feng's mischievous eyes swept across Jiang Jingshu, Yun Cong and Luo Yi one by one, and immediately burst into laughter: "I want each of you to meet my request!"

"Stinky boy, push your nose on your face." Luo Yi patted Qin Feng on the head, with a relaxed smile on his face.

"Okay, what you say counts." Yuncong shook his head helplessly.

"Then I want Brother Ayi to peel a pear for me to eat." Qin Feng shook his head with a face full of enjoyment, "Xiao Shu, take it easy, and talk about it at night, Yun Cong~" He suddenly laughed mischievously, "Yun Cong give me a dance!"

"What did you say?" Yun Cong looked at Qin Feng in disbelief.

"Dancing~" Qin Feng said with a serious face, he stood up and twirled around on tiptoe in a dignified manner, which was called graceful, "Hey~ dance like this, come on!"

"Stinky boy, look at me if I don't deal with you!" Yun Cong's face darkened, and he rushed straight up.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhin Qin

"What are you shouting for! Come down for me!!" Yun Cong raised his head and stared at Qin Feng, as if he wanted to clean up the door.

"don't want!!!"

"It's really been three days since I've been on the house!" Yun Cong shouted, and quickly flew up.

"Ahhh!! Your uncle!!"

Qin Fengyun's shouting voice resounded in Fengyunjian, cheerful and leisurely.

"Brother Jiang, what have you been doing lately?" Luo Yi didn't bother to pay attention to the two people who were fighting, and chatted with Jiang Jingshu.

"Help master write <Complete History Policy>." Jiang Jingshu said leisurely, taking a sip of tea.

"Senior Xuanjizi actually started to write history?" Luo Yi laughed.

"That is to sort out the scattered historical materials from ancient times to the present, and rewrite them." Jiang Jingshu said with a smile, "It was only sorted out until the Dahua Dynasty."

"Hua Chao..." Luo Yi thought for a while.

"I know the Hua Dynasty!" Qin Feng roared from a distance, "The last emperor was called Jinting, right? Later, Dahua was divided into five kingdoms, one of which was called Jingguo, and most of our Beijing is Jingguo back then."

"I know quite a lot." Jiang Jingshu looked at Qin Feng with admiration.

"Of course, I said I have both civil and military skills~" Qin Feng fell back into the thatched cottage panting.

"Then who do you think is the last emperor of the Jing Kingdom?" Yun Cong also walked back to the thatched cottage.

"Well..." Qin Feng thought hard, resting his chin on his shoulders.

"Zuoqiu Yan, stupid, you didn't listen to the master's lectures when you were young." Yun Cong shook his head and said helplessly.

"Zuoqiu Yan was the last emperor of the Jing Kingdom and the first emperor of the Great Jing Dynasty." Luo Yi added comfortably.

"The world will be divided for a long time, and it will be divided for a long time. I don't know who the next overlord of the world will be." Qin Feng sighed.

"Master once said that the world cannot be king without the Lu family." Jiang Jingshu talked and laughed.

Zishuang carries the wind, clouds and mists linger, blue birds fly tired, stop among the frost-resistant flowers, sigh the frost-resistant flowers resist frost, the hibiscus does not rain, Gu Caolu hot tea, waiting for evening songs, a cup of clear tea, 22 years of bamboo and horse love.

Feelings of seclusion, ignorance of the troubled times in the world, turbulent winds and clouds, and the flames of war.

"Quan Shi Ce Da Jing History Volume [-]" records: "In the third year of Yuancheng, the Battle of Jingguo Ping'er swept the Houye, annexing the original Houbian and Nanping, and nearly half of the Houye land."

Sighing at the end of Hua's mourning song, watching the wind rise and fall, only the master of Lu's family, in just a moment, stepped on the wind and clouds of the mountains and rivers.

--End--

At the end of Wenwen, allow me to say a few words~

Feng Yun Yi, Feng refers to Qin Feng, and Yun refers to Yun Cong. Yi is a homonym for Yi, and Yi means exchange in ancient Chinese, so the title of the article already implies that the children being exchanged are Qin Feng and Yun Cong~~