Stay alive

"My lord." Huo Liang wanted to get out of bed again to salute.

Han Qi stopped him, his movements were exactly the same as Lin Qiannan's, "There's no need to be polite, you take care of your wounds."

Lin Qiannan held his breath and concentrated on the beam.

"My lord, are you sick?" Huo Liang could see that Han Qi's expression was a little sick.

Han Qi sat down not far away, "No, it was just stabbed by Lin Qiannan."

Huo Liang tried his best to restrain his eyes from looking up. Military generals are not as eloquent as civil officials, and they usually don't tell lies.

"Is there incense in your room?" Han Qi smelled a familiar fragrance, looked at the clothes on the ground, "It's so elegant."

Lin Qiannan sighed helplessly, Han Qi said that he already knew he was there.

"My lord, don't laugh at me anymore, I'm a rough person." Huo Liang hesitated whether to show the tiger amulet to Han Qi, and then met Lin Qiannan who shook his head, "My lord, my injury is almost healed. I have to go back to the Huo Mansion."

"Well, the Palace welcomes you anytime," Han Qi stood up and said, "You should rest well, I'm leaving first."

Not long after Han Qi left, Lin Qiannan also came out of Huo Liang's bedroom and walked towards the gazebo in the backyard.

In the gazebo, Han Qi stood with his hands behind his back.

Lin Qiannan didn't have the courage to take a few steps closer and looked at him from a distance.

The sky is getting late, and the winter sunset is still beautiful. The frost hits the treetops and pavilions, and the backyard with fallen leaves and flowers is not a depressing scene.

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is not as good as the slightest bit of the person you miss.

If Han Fang wakes up, he will definitely be summoned, but he is not willing to leave yet.

He tightened his cloak and walked towards Han Fang with his frozen legs.

"How do you know it's me?" Lin Qiannan asked.

Lin Qiannan's face under the cloak became thinner and thinner. His exposed bare hands were flushed with protruding knuckles, and the knuckles were branded by years of martial arts practitioners.

There are too many doubts Han Qi has never discovered, is he too naive or trusting him too much?

"I don't know," Han Qi lifted the hat covering his head, "I'm betting whether you dare to come."

Lin Qiannan smiled and said, "Why don't I come?"

"I will be disappointed," Han Qi said, "If you come, I will want to kill you."

"why?"

"you lied to me."

"Why do you care if I lie to you, and you don't like me."

"You have a sharp mouth," Han Qi touched his cheek, "How do you know that I never liked you?"

Liked?ever?

"Because I used to be your brother Qiannan, do you like me?" Lin Qiannan grabbed his unscrupulous hand, "Isn't this kind of liking what I want?"

"It has nothing to do with me." Han Qi said flatly, "I said before, when I meet you again, I will take revenge for my hatred."

Lin Qiannan said: "Now that you are injured, you are not my opponent. It is really unfair to fight, but since you lured me here, I know that you don't want to kill me at all."

Han Qi didn't deny or admit it. According to folklore, he was a modest, gentleman and virtuous king.

Only Lin Qiannan had seen his bad side many times.

Willful and brutal.

I don't know how Lin Qiannan endured it.

"Answer me first," Lin Qiannan pressed close to the corner of his mouth, "Do you like me? Do you care about me?"

Han Qi pushed him away forcefully, Lin Qiannan quickly stood up and came up again.

"You are a famous virtuous king, why are you such a coward! You have chances to kill me but you don't, just admit it, even if you lie to me!" Lin Qiannan asked again with a roar , "Say, you care about me!"

When Han Qi heard his desperate roar, his heart trembled, and he said the word he didn't want to admit, "Yes."

Lin Qiannan kissed his mouth, wanting to keep Han Qi's words forever.He closed his eyes, not wanting the wet eye sockets to disturb this moment.

Han Qi hugged him, and tasted the wet and salty taste in his impatient kiss.

He didn't know if it was Lin Qiannan's tears. In his memory, Lin Qiannan was a person without tears, living heartlessly, and nothing could make him cry.

Lin Qiannan tore open his shirt, and his words of apology turned into kisses on his wounds.Han Qi also tore off his clothes, put his chin on the top of his soft hair, and searched for the scars on Lin Qiannan's body.

They are like two desperadoes who haven't seen the light for too long, trying to absorb the warmth of each other's body.

"You don't have a scar on your body." Han Qi bit his round shoulder.

"It's prepared for you, do you like it?" Lin Qiannan wrapped his hair around his fingertips together with his own.

Han Qi put him down on the stone bench, "Who do you blame for us becoming what we are today?"

"Who is to blame?" Lin Qiannan snorted when he entered, "I don't want to blame myself, so I can blame God."

As long as Han Qi was around, Lin Qiannan would not feel cold. He hugged Han Qi tightly and endured his endless demands time and time again.

Compared with mind-to-heart connection, skin-to-skin relationship is more practical, at least you can really feel the possession.

"Eat it." On Han Qi's fingertips was a pill that Lin Qiannan was afraid of.

The tenderness of Lin Qiannan's body gradually cooled down, and his hair wet with sweat stuck to his ears, "Okay, can I ask its name?"

"I don't know," Han Qi put it into his mouth, "it's called Gouhuo."

Stay alive.

Lin Qiannan swallowed the pill, and his cold body gradually became hot. He hugged Han Qi like a life-saving straw, and Han Qi wrapped him in his clothes and hugged him into his arms.

"It hurts." Lin Qiannan's teeth were trembling, and his body kept shaking.

Han Qi tidied up his clothes, "How much does it hurt?"

Lin Qiannan's face was flushed, his face was covered with dense sweat, and patches of bruises were looming under the skin texture, "It hurts...it hurts so much that I want to die."

Han Qi hugged him silently, and he whimpered softly only when he was in extreme pain, "Can't you cry? If it hurts, just cry, it will feel better."

"I..." Lin Qiannan raised his head, facing Han Qi's gentle eyes.

Only Lin Qiannan was reflected in his eyes.

Lin Qiannan cried out very spinelessly, accumulating grievances and complaints, turning into extremely loud and shameless wailing.

The only sound echoing in the quiet backyard was Lin Qiannan's crying.

"You fucking hate me and kill me, what is it for you to torture me like this!"

"I don't want to eat this, it's too painful!"

"Han Qi, you bastard! Is this the way to retaliate against revenge? Why don't you hit me and scold me, it's happier than this."

All Lin Qiannan's energy was used to vent loudly, he was crying unsightly, after those bruises were groomed for him, maybe it can be described as indistinguishable from ghosts and humans.

Han Qi restrained his hand that wanted to touch Qingban, the person in his arms was hot like a fireball, he frowned tightly, restraining himself from going to the old housekeeper.

Living is given by the old housekeeper.

The tears from the corners of Lin Qiannan's eyes dripped down the back of his hand, and the temperature burned into Han Qi's heart that he thought was heartless, and he seemed to feel the same way as Lin Qiannan at this moment.

"Han Qi, I'm so tired." Lin Qiannan exhausted all his strength and curled up in his arms, "You all treat me badly, how can I live?"

He passed out after speaking.

The wound on Han Qi's chest was probably torn, and he was in pain. He guarded Lin Qiannan all night without hesitation, and when he could no longer keep him, he ordered someone to send Lin Qiannan back to the palace after his high fever had subsided.

Not long after Lin Qiannan left, a distinguished guest entered Xian Wang's mansion grandly from the main entrance of the mansion.

After Lin Qiannan woke up, he secretly called Wei Tao.

"At this juncture, you shouldn't be meeting the virtuous king!" Wei Tao said slightly angrily.

"I'm sorry," this was also unexpected, coupled with Lin Qiannan's own obsession, "Uncle, is there any way you can help me get rid of the bruises?"

Lin Qiannan's face and body were covered with dense bruises.

"Extreme things will be reversed," Wei Tao persuaded him many times, but finally stopped, "Have you thought about it?"

"Think it over," Lin Qiannan said clearly, "Please give me seven days, uncle."

Seven days is full of palace secret medicine, which can make a terminally ill person move freely and become a healthy person within seven days.

It may not be a good thing, even after seven days, the Buddha will not be able to save him.

"You may not last the seventh day at all!" Wei Tao was furious.

"It's okay," Lin Qiannan said with a smile, "Tomorrow is Han Qi's big wedding, I think he will go to see it without any illness and disaster, and it will be more unlucky for him to go with his sick body."

"You...don't blame Uncle for being ruthless." Wei Tao said.

"I'm already very grateful that Boboken took the risk for me," Lin Qiannan said, "Is there a flaw in Han Fang's nightmare disease?"

Han Fang's nightmare disease was triggered by Wei Tao's chronic poison, but he had no worries about his life.

"No, no one can see the fruit I planted in two years," Wei Tao said angrily, "If I hadn't done anything wrong, how could I be afraid of the nightmare? Now it's his retribution."

"Thank you, Uncle. After this is done, you can resign as an imperial physician and become a medical clinic traveling around the world." Lin Qiannan said.

Wei Tao looked at his face for a long time, as if he could see some eyebrows from the blue spots, but he couldn't understand anything, and murmured: "Perhaps... it's really called Gouhuo..."

Lin Qiannan didn't hear clearly, "What?"

"After seven days, I'll have someone send it over." Wei Tao eagerly wanted to prove something, and hurried to the Tai Hospital.

After Lin Qiannan ate it for seven days, the blue spots quickly dissipated, his pale and dull cheeks became rosy, and his crippled body became stronger, as if he had returned to the time when "Mr. Lin is as gentle as a fairy".

Han Qi's wedding was very grand, but Han Fang went to officiate in person for some reason.There was a smile on everyone's face.

Under the smiles, each has their own concerns.

Lin Qiannan stood on the side of the street looking at the smiling Han Qi, dressed in a red wedding gown and riding a horse, leading the wedding team out of the street.

On the night of weddings and candles in the bridal chamber, when the gold list is named.The two best moments of a boy's life.

The common people spoke auspicious words, and the dowry maids of the Prime Minister's Mansion distributed red envelopes along the road to convey happiness. Lin Qiannan was lucky to receive one.

Hong Jiaozi is Han Qi's bride and will soon become Han Qi's first wife.

Lin Qiannan squeezed out a smile: "Happy newlyweds."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards King Xian's mansion. Han Qi seemed to have received some kind of induction and looked towards him.

Their eyes met, and they separated quickly. Their destination was the Xian Wang's mansion, but the end of their lives was already far away.

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