The daily routine of being tricked by the scheming protagonist after wearing a book

The slender fingers caressed the blue-stained back, as gently as if he was painting carefully.

Xu Wangzhi clearly saw the old scars that could not be covered under these new wounds, the most serious one was on the back of his chest, he could almost imagine the cruel scene of a sword piercing his chest back then.

"Does it hurt?" Xu Wangzhi couldn't help asking.

He applied cool ointment to the wound, and the feathery touch almost made Cheng Ying's breathing unsteady, making him unable to tell whether the coolness on his back came from the elixir or his fingers.

"It doesn't hurt." Cheng Ying opened his mouth, his voice slightly hoarse.

Xu Wangzhi worked his way down his back, rubbed the medicine slowly, the heaviest sword wound was on his side waist, and the bleeding had stopped.

Feeling the gradual warming of the skin under his fingers, Xu Wangzhi frowned slightly: "Your body seems to be a little hot, is it a fever?"

The abrupt question made Cheng Ying clenched the corner of the mattress in his hand.

"Let the medical officer take a look after the medicine is administered." Cheng Ying said calmly.

However, the tense body leaked his inner restlessness.

Some blood seeped from the sword wound that was no longer bleeding, and flowed down meanderingly.

Xu Wangzhi frowned, and without thinking, he stretched out his hand and pressed on the bloodstain left by the winding: "You are bleeding."

Cheng Ying's forehead jumped, he grabbed his fingers with his backhand and pulled them away, looking back at him.

Xu Wangzhi was startled, subconsciously looked up at him.

Innocent downcast eyes pure doubt.

Cheng Ying held his hand tightly.

"Ah, it hurts!" Xu Wangzhi tried to shake off his hand.

Cheng Ying let go, but he didn't let go, but looked at the hands they held.

His hands and his fingers were stained with his blood.

The strange sense of satisfaction made Cheng Ying lick his dry lips: "Sorry."

Then, he let go of his hand reluctantly.

Xu Wangzhi: "Did I hurt you just now?"

Cheng Ying's heart softened, he obviously hurt his hand, but he was asking himself if it hurt.

"It doesn't hurt, I can't see the injury, just sprinkle the powder on it for me." Cheng Ying turned his back again as he said.

"Oh." Xu Wangzhi agreed and helped him deal with it, not caring about the blood on his hands.

After finally taking care of the injury on his back, Xu Wangzhi got up with a sigh of relief: "I'm going back, you should have a good rest."

Cheng Ying sat on the bed, looked up at him, and his eyes unconsciously fell on his blood-stained fingers: "Your hand..."

Xu Wangzhi glanced at his fingers: "It's okay, I'll wash it when I go back."

"Ah."

That night, Cheng Ying had a long-lost dream.

In the dream, Xu Wangzhi applied medicine to him as in the daytime, and his fingers were also stained with his blood.

But when he asked him, your hand...

Xu Wangzhi looked at him with a smile, this is your blood, what do you think?

Hearing this, Cheng Ying stretched out his hand and squeezed his fingers again.

The blood stained the white jade fingertips, like red plums falling on the snow.

Xu Wangzhi looked at him.

Cheng Ying lowered his eyes, lowered his head, opened his lips, and licked away the blood. His breath was burning hot, so presumptuous that he almost wanted to melt Baixue in his mouth...

After waking up from the dream, Cheng Ying couldn't fall asleep again.

A light figure jumped up from the courtyard and stood on the roof of the main house of Untitled Zhai.

Almost the moment he landed on the roof, another black shadow followed.

"Not a guard, but still on duty?" Xing Jia asked.

Cheng Ying bent over and sat down: "Come out and get some air."

To the roof of the main house for ventilation?Xingjia hesitated whether to drive him away.

Cheng Ying: "Go and rest, I will stay here tonight."

Isn't this still a vigil?

Xing Jia: "Thank you, but our secret guards don't have the rules of being a substitute."

"...that's fine." Cheng Ying finally raised his eyes to look at him, "But this position doesn't seem suitable for the hidden guard."

Xing Jia didn't say any more, after confirming that Cheng Ying was not a dangerous person, he retreated to the dark place again.

……

The next day, the Santo's study

Qing Jia came to report to Xu Wangzhi the recent movements in the city.

"After the closure of the city, the dozens of monks who stayed in the city treated them as honored guests according to the orders of the young city lord. At the same time, they secretly recruited a few of them who had intended to take refuge in Fengqing City as guests of the city lord's mansion. The words of the monks have begun to bear fruit. It’s just that the subordinates worry that the longer the city is closed, people will become more panicked, and the city lord’s serious injury may not be hidden.” Qing Jia said.

Xu Wangzhi: "I didn't intend to hide this matter for too long. I will go to Qingming Mountain tomorrow. If the city lord's injury is stable, I will make this matter public."

Qingjia: "Yes."

"Is there anything else?" Xu Wangzhi asked.

Qing Jia was silent for a moment, then knelt down on one knee: "This subordinate apologizes to the young city master for the sword at the city gate yesterday..."

"Needless to say." Xu Wangzhi interrupted him, "I know you are loyal to the city lord, let's go down."

Qingjia was stunned, he didn't expect that Xu Wangzhi had already noticed it but didn't pursue it. To blame him was just to show his loyalty to the city lord, but Xu Wangzhi's words made him ashamed.

"Yes." He lowered his head, turned and left the study.

The door of the study room closed slowly, and Qing Wan came in from the side door with some snacks.

"Young master, why are you lenient towards Qingjiawang?"

"I know that there are many people in the city who are like him, not loyal to Fengqing City, not loyal to the Xu family, but only loyal to my father, they are my father's sword, my father's eyes, my father's mouth, my father's ears..." At this point, Xu Wangzhi smiled slyly, "It will also be mine."

Qing Wan was stunned: "The city lord will be very pleased to see the young master when he comes back."

Putting down her snacks, Qing Wan retreated.

She walked through the courtyard with an umbrella, and saw Qing Jia standing in the rain outside the porch.

"I thought you should know that the young master is no longer the young master he once was." She sighed softly.

Qing Jia: "I'm narrow-minded."

He didn't believe that the temperament of more than ten years would really be turned upside down in just a few months, but the facts were in front of him, so he couldn't help but believe it.

……

The group returned to Qingming Mountain after a few days. Cheng Ying took Xu Wangzhi through the foggy forest and entered the secret realm.

"You are here."

Outside the cave, Fang Jingxuan was practicing with his eyes closed, when he heard the movement, he got up and greeted him.

Xu Wangzhi looked into the cave: "How is my father recovering?"

At some point, the cave was sealed by a barrier, and he couldn't see what was going on inside.

Fang Jingxuan: "This is the enchantment that the great master would set up during retreat. Presumably he had some new epiphany during recovery, and he broke through retreat on his own."

Does this work too?

Xu Wangzhi: "Shouldn't you be able to get out of the retreat for a while?"

Fang Jingxuan nodded: "I don't know when he will come out."

"Since my father's injuries are fine, uncle, why don't you go out with us first? The closure of the city is about to be lifted, and I need you." Xu Wangzhi said.

Fang Jingxuan: "Well, the affairs in the city really need to be dealt with by someone. I'll go out with you, and then I'll come and have a look at it regularly."

This time, Xu Wangzhi greeted Fang Jingxuan back, and the burden on his shoulders suddenly eased a lot.

The first thing he did when he returned to the city was to order the city gate to be reopened, and he asked Qing Jia to spread the news that the city lord's injury was fine and he was now retreating.

It is common for monks to retreat and practice. Seeing that everything in the city lord's mansion is as usual, the hearts of the people in the city are also at ease.

……

"what--"

On this day, there was a burst of screams from Untitled House in the City Lord's Mansion.

The servants passing by showed surprise, and were sent away by Xiang Shan who was guarding outside: "What are you looking at, the young master is cupping."

Servant: "???"

Inside the room, Xu Wangzhi was stuffed with a clean cloth in his mouth to prevent him from biting himself, so he couldn't scream anymore, his forehead was covered with sweat from unbearable pain, and his fingers holding the corner of the quilt were almost twisted.

Fang Jingxuan sat aside: "How can it be easy to wash the spirit root, bear with it."

Xu Wangzhi: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu......"

The pain of heart-piercing, cramping and bone-stripping pain is almost the level he feels now.

Outside, Cheng Ying leaned against the doorpost, listening to the voice inside, frowning.

Xing Jia saw that his face was really ugly, and comforted him: "Don't worry, the process of washing the spirit root is hard, but it will not be dangerous. I heard that the descendants of several elders in Sanhe Peak have washed the spirit root, and then use the spirit treasure to raise them." Now, the cultivation is pretty good now."

"Although washing the spirit root is something against the heavens, given the love the city lord has for the young master, the subsequent punishment from heaven is not a big deal."

Cheng Ying looked at the closed door: "What he wants, it's nothing against heaven."

Xing Jia looked at him in surprise, but quickly withdrew his gaze, thinking, the young master still has a good eye for men.

The process of washing the spiritual root was painful, Xu Wangzhi only felt as if he had died countless times and came back to life, it was very tormenting.

If you are a person with a weak will, you may really not be able to help but choose to die and don't want to bear this kind of pain.

"I heard that other families tie their hands and feet to prevent their children from harming themselves when they wash their spiritual roots. I didn't tie you up. Do you know why?" Fang Jingxuan asked him.

Xu Wangzhi was in so much pain that he couldn't understand his question, and all his mind was used to bear the pain that almost tore his soul into pieces.

Naturally, Fang Jingxuan knew that he couldn't answer, so he asked himself and answered: "If you can't even survive the washing of the spirit root, I think it would be better for you to stop this matter."

"So as long as you have the slightest self-harm, I will take action and stop the matter, understand?"

Xu Wangzhi understood.

It happened that the cloth towel covering his mouth fell off because of his violent actions, Xu Huangzhi spoke with a hoarse voice, and smiled faintly.

"Uncle, I regret my life."

On the third day, with the sun rising, Fang Jingxuan finally came out.

Xiang Shan was dozing off when he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening and closing, and immediately woke up.

Fang Jingxuan was about to leave Untitled Studio, when he saw him, he seemed to remember suddenly, and ordered: "Prepare hot water for your young master, he needs to take a bath and change clothes."

"Yes." Xiang Shan agreed, and hurriedly ordered the servants to prepare hot water.

Looking up again, Fang Jingxuan had already left.

Looking back, seeing that Cheng Ying had already entered the room before him, Xiang Shan hurriedly followed.

It's just that the people in the house don't welcome them.

"Cheng Ying, stop, don't come over!"

Under the layers of curtains, Xu Wangzhi's voice was hoarse, but his tone was extremely firm.

"Xiang Shan, let someone prepare bath water for me first."

Xiang Shan: "Yes."

There was no sound behind the curtain.

Cheng Ying pursed his lower lip and took a step forward, but he didn't get any closer after all: "Are you okay?"

His concerned tone made Xu Wangzhi feel that he had just yelled at the other party too much.

Then he spoke with a lighter tone unconsciously: "I'm fine, you go out first, wait until I change clothes."

Cheng Ying: "Okay."

On the bed, Xu Wangzhi recalled the silly words he asked Fang Jingxuan when he just woke up.

"Uncle, why do I look like I just came out of the mud?"

Fang Jingxuan suppressed a smile: "Normally, these are all things washed out of your mortal body."

After taking a bath, Xu Wangzhi came back to life again. Remembering Cheng Ying's caring tone just now, he said to Xiang Shan: "You go and ask Cheng Ying to come to the study."

While waiting for someone, Xu Wangzhi picked up the introductory book on cultivation that Fang Jingxuan had prepared for him before, and began to flip through it.

Although he knew that Xu Wangzhi was fine, but for some reason, without seeing anyone with his own eyes, Cheng Ying felt as if something was hanging in his heart, and he couldn't feel at ease.

Hearing that Xiang Shan said that Xu Wangzhi was looking for him, he immediately put down what he was doing and went to the study.

Pushing open the door of the study, he immediately saw the person sitting at the table by the window reading a book quietly.

The man's hair, which was always tied up on weekdays, was lazily worn today, his red lips were not red, and a strand of black hair hung in front of him, slightly swaying with the movement of turning the pages of the book.

Xu Wangzhi heard the sound of Cheng Ying opening the door, but after waiting for a while, he didn't speak, so he couldn't help looking up in doubt.

"What are you doing standing there?"