Li Qinghuan

The two stayed in Qifeng Garden for more than a month and then left Gusu. Ji Qing took Song Li to visit the ten cities in the south of the Yangtze River.

In Song Li's eyes, the winter in the south of the Yangtze River is really not a real winter, but it is much colder in comparison, so the two of them didn't ride horses when they returned, but took a carriage instead. Song Li couldn't bear to stay in Gusu, so he took the water and transported it back to Yudu.

It has already snowed in the north of the Qinling Mountains.After passing the Qinling Mountains, Ji Qing's face became extremely pale. Although Ji Qing's skin was originally fair, he looked indescribably handsome, which complemented his aura.Now his complexion has turned ugly.

The weather was getting colder, and Ji Qing's hands and feet were cold, and he was almost stiff. When he got into the carriage and sat down, he shrank into the thick cloak, held the hand stove in his hand, buried half of his face in the fox fur scarf, closed his eyes and said nothing. .

Seeing him like this, Song Li was very worried, but he didn't know what to do, so he had to sit quietly by the side, not daring to disturb him.

As soon as Ji Qing opened his eyes, Song Li was staring at him worriedly, like a cute kitten.Ji Qing reluctantly pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled: "A Li, what's wrong?"

Song Li frowned, stretched out his arms and touched his forehead, then his own, wondering: "Heming, are you sick?"

Ji Qing shook his head feebly: "No."

Song Li was worried: "Really?"

Ji Qing nodded feebly: "It's absolutely true, it's just a little chilly."

Song Li suspiciously stretched out his paw and touched his face, then his forehead, and then himself, but unfortunately he couldn't figure out why, so he had to give up, and lowered his head in frustration.

Seeing him downcast, Ji Qing comforted him, "A Li, I'm really fine, I'm not sick, can I still lie to you?"

Song Li looked up at him and asked, "Then are you cold?"

Ji Qing shook his head: "It's not cold."

This is the truth, there is a stove burning in the carriage, the fire is burning very well, and the large car is very warm.

Song Li was wearing thick clothes, and even felt a little hot.

With the wine warming on the stove, Song Li took the jug and poured a glass for Ji Qing: "Have a drink to warm your body."

Ji Qing took the wine, put it to his lips to test the temperature, then raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing that he had finished drinking, Song Li hurriedly moved closer and asked, "Is it better?"

Ji Qing thought he was a little funny, how can a glass of wine be so powerful?But he still nodded: "It's much better."

Seeing him nodding, Song Li smiled in satisfaction, took the stove in Ji Qing's hand, put it on the table, and said, "It's getting cold, let Uncle Sun light the fire for you later."

Ji Qing thought for a while, picked up the tongs and put the stove on fire, and said, "A Li, you can pass this stove to Uncle Sun, he is getting old and can't stand the cold."

Song Li thought for a while, took the stove, got up and walked out.

Song Li stretched out his head, and shouted crisply: "Uncle Sun!"

Uncle Sun was taken aback by him, he patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "What's the matter, Mr. He? Does Mr. Ji have any orders?"

Song Li shook his head: "No, no, He Ming asked me to give this to you." After that, he stretched out a hand from the gap in the curtain, holding the hand warmer.

When Uncle Sun saw the hand stove, he quickly shook his head: "If you can't do it, you can ask Mr. Ji to hold it yourself. I don't need this old bone, so don't let Mr. Ji freeze it."

Song Li didn't know, so he forced the hand stove into Uncle Sun's hand, and said, "It's okay, it's very warm in the carriage, but outside, although there's no snow, it's also very cold when the wind blows. Heming is freezing inside. No. A hand warmer won't do much for Heming."

Uncle Sun shook his head, and stuffed the hand stove back: "Mr. He doesn't know something. Mr. Ji is deficient in Qi and blood, so he can't bear a little cold. This man, if his hands and feet are not warm, no matter how much he covers them, he won't be able to warm them up. It's just that I didn't I want to understand why Young Master Ji wants to go back to Yudu for the winter this year."

Song Li wondered: "Didn't Mr. Ji stay in Yudu last winter?"

Uncle Sun nodded and babbled: "Young Master Ji is deficient in energy and blood, and is afraid of the cold. Since I followed you, he has spent every winter in Qifeng Garden. This is the first time he has spent the winter in Yu."

Song Li nodded thoughtfully, and forced the hand stove to Uncle Sun: "Uncle Sun, you can take it. Young Master Ji asked me to give it to you. If you don't take it, I won't be able to explain to him."

After Song Li finished speaking, he retracted his head, and Uncle Sun shook his head helplessly: "This child..."

Song Li turned around and sat back beside Ji Qing, who leaned against the wall of the car and was drowsy, his lips were pale and bloodless.

Of course Song Li knew why Ji Qing wanted to return to Yudu this year, if he just sent someone to send him back, Ji Qing would definitely be worried.But now that he looks like this, Song Li is both worried and guilty.

Ji Qing closed his eyes, put his hands into his sleeves, and his heavy white clothes made him pale and fragile. Song Li watched with concern, and whispered: "Heming? Heming? Are you asleep?"

Ji Qing didn't answer, Song Li pretended that he was asleep, gently took his cold hands hidden in his sleeves, and held them in his own.

Song Li knelt down and took his hand and rubbed it repeatedly, concentrating on it.With some guilt, touch, gratitude, and...

Some feelings that are unclear but secretly rooted and sprouted.

Ji Qing opened his eyes when he didn't realize it, and watched the young man quietly warming his hands, the corners of his mouth raised a little unconsciously.

After a while, Song Li took Ji Qing's hand and leaned against his face, feeling much warmer, then stopped, and put Ji Qing's hand into his arms.

After finishing all this, Song Li raised his head and glanced at Ji Qing. Ji Qing probably didn't expect Song Li to raise his head suddenly, and before he could close his eyes, the two caught off guard.

Ji Qing looked away in a panic, at a loss.

Song Li was stunned for a moment, let go of Ji Qing's hand, and hurriedly explained: "I, I... I, the hand stove is not here, I, I, I am afraid that you will be cold, so I cover my hands, and I will cover my hands for you."

Song Li felt annoyed before he finished speaking, and thought, "What the hell am I talking about?"

Ji Qing withdrew his hand, feeling a little overwhelmed, and the two of them remained awkwardly silent for a while.After a long time, Song Li chuckled and broke the silence.

Ji Qing reached out and rubbed Song Li's head, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Ah Li, it's much warmer."

Song Li shook his head: "It's okay, it's fine when it's warm."

Ji Qing withdrew his hand: "Stop squatting, get up."

Song Li sat back on the cushion according to his words.After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Heming, why are you so afraid of the cold, can you tell me about it?"

Ji Qing froze for a moment, and his face turned pale again.

Song Li was startled when he saw this, and held his hand again, frighteningly cold: "It's okay, it's okay, if you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it."

Ji Qing tried his best to suppress his emotions, and tightly held Song Li's hand. Song Li's hand was painfully pinched by him, but he still endured it without saying a word. Just when Song Li felt that his hand was about to be pinched by Ji Qing When it was broken, Ji Qing suddenly let go.

Song Li felt a little guilty, and lowered his head: "I'm sorry, Heming, I shouldn't have asked."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a hideous scar on Ji Qing's left wrist. Looking again, he saw a similar scar on his right hand. It looked like it had been there for a long time, and the wound should be deep.Song Li frowned, he wasn't sure whether Ji Qing's fear of the cold was caused by this scar, but his intuition told him that it must have something to do with it.

Ji Qing came over slowly, noticed Song Li's gaze, quickly broke away from Song Li's hand, pulled down his sleeve to cover the two wounds: "It's nothing, Ah Li, don't think too much about it. I...I can't tell you now , I can’t say it. Wait until later, in the future I will definitely…”

Song Li: "Okay, but, but everyone has their own secrets, if you don't want to tell them, you don't have to force yourself. Okay?"

Ji Qing nodded and replied, "En."

Seeing that he agreed, Song Li stopped talking and sat quietly beside Ji Qing.He was very curious about Ji Qing's past, but he didn't want to reveal Ji Qing's scars, he was afraid that Ji Qing would feel uncomfortable.

Song Li turned his head to look at Ji Qing, and found that he had closed his eyes drowsily again, so he took a thin blanket and spread it over Ji Qing's body, then took his hand and covered it under the blanket.

For the next half a month or so on the road, Ji Qing's situation was basically the same. He was groggy along the way, and Song Li felt guilty. He took care of Ji Qing meticulously along the way. He had seen people with blood deficiency, But I have never seen such a serious person with Qi and blood deficiency, who is at a loss and feels distressed at the same time.

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At noon on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, they finally arrived at Yudu before the New Year's Eve.

In front of Ji Mansion.

Song Li helped Ji Qing get off the carriage.

Ji Qing looked at Song Li holding his hand, and sighed: "A Li, I'm just a little mentally weak, and I'm not so weak that I need someone to help me. At least I've practiced martial arts for several years, so I'm not that delicate."

Song Li seemed to have never heard of it: "Let's go, I'll help you in first. It's so cold to stand at the door in such a heavy snow."

Ji Qing smiled helplessly, let him go, and said: "Let's go, you should also take a rest for such heavy snow, and leave after dinner."

Song Li shook his head: "Maybe it won't work, I still have to plead guilty to my brother, although I know he won't punish me, but I still have to explain to him clearly, and my mother, I have been out for so long She must be mad at me for not writing to her."

Ji Qing nodded: "Okay then, since that's the case, I won't force it anymore."

Song Li didn't look very happy. Seeing him like this, Ji Qing stopped in his tracks: "What's the matter, Li?"

Song Li shook his head: "It's okay, but you will be busy when you go back to Yudu, so I won't be able to come and play with you often."

Ji Qing smiled softly, and reached out to brush the snow off his shoulders: "Who told you I'm busy? If you want to come to me, you can come anytime."

As long as you come, I'm free anytime.

Song Li: "Really? Are you not busy?"

Ji Qing nodded: "Why lie to you?"

Song Li's melancholy mood was swept away, and he said with a smile: "Okay! I will come to you often."

Ji Qing raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you going to go to court to listen to politics? Where can you find time to play with me?"

Song Li suddenly remembered this, and his mood became depressed again.

Ji Qing: "It's nothing, just come again when you have time."