In-house help system

"Young master, the servant has some things to deal with, so I'll be back right away, so please don't run around."

"Well, I see."

Ji Wenliang nodded obediently.

"So nice."

The maid smiled and touched Ji Wenliang's immature face, and left in a hurry.

Because of an incurable disease, the master took Ji Wenliang out of the Qiyun Palace and searched for medicine everywhere. Yesterday, he arrived at a new place. Ji Wenliang didn't know where it was, but the groom said it was Qin Yuncheng. .

The sister maid just now was supposed to take him to the hall for breakfast, but she was suddenly called by her companions and left him here alone.

Ji Wenliang waited for a long time, his stomach growling. Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, he chose the most spacious path and walked down.

I wanted to meet the guards and servants so that I could ask them for help, but I didn't expect that there was no one along the way.

When passing the garden, I suddenly heard the sound of swords and swords.

Who should be practicing martial arts, he can take me to eat.

But it's not good to bother people.

Hmm... Wouldn't it be good if I waited for him to finish his practice before going forward?

Thinking this way, Ji Wenliang walked over lightly, hiding behind the rockery, revealing a pair of eyes.

Here is a peach forest. In early spring, the peach blossoms on the branches are in full bloom. A big brother in black is practicing sword.

What a fast sword!

What a neat move!

What a chic figure!

Ji Wenliang faintly felt envious.

He has also learned one and a half moves, but since he fell ill, his internal energy has been exhausted, and he may not be destined for Wu in this life.

Just as he was admiring secretly, the sound of piercing through the air suddenly sounded in his ears, and the tip of the sword went straight to the center of his eyebrows. Ji Wenliang was startled, leaned back, and stumbled.

There was a sharp pain in the palm of his hand, he looked down and saw that he was bleeding from a sharp stone.

Enduring the pain, he stood up, wiped off the dust on his body, and called out:

"Hello brother."

The other party held a sword flower and looked at him indifferently.

This brother, is he angry that I peeked at him?

"My name is Ji Wenliang, what's your name? Can you take me to the hall for breakfast?"

The other party didn't speak, turned and left.

Why?why did you leave?Why don't you talk?Is it a mute?

Ji Wenliang was a little scared, but there was no one else around, so he had to stumble behind the dumb brother and keep a distance.

"Young master, why did you come here? You scared the slaves to death!"

Just now the servant girl suddenly appeared, stopped Ji Wenliang, took his hand, and was startled.

"Ah! How did you get hurt?"

"I accidentally fell down just now."

Ji Wenliang looked for the figure of the dumb brother, but found that he had disappeared.

Another two days later, Ji Wenliang was bored in the room, thinking of the dumb brother, he followed the path in his memory to find the past.

Unexpectedly, he was really in Taolin.

Still practicing sword.

Ji Wenliang waited for him to finish training, and ran over excitedly.

"Brother! What's your name?"

Remembering that he can't speak, he stretched out his palm, "You can write here."

The dumb brother looked at his palm, then swept him up and down, and left again.

When they met for the third time, Ji Wenliang had experience, so he took out a square scarf and handed it to the other party.

"Brother wipe off your sweat, it's such a hot day."

I'm so nice, can you just understand me?

His hands were sore, so he picked up the towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Ji Wenliang was overjoyed and said, "Brother Dumb! Are you also here for treatment?"

"What did you call me?" The other party's face was pulled down.

ah!It turns out that the dumb brother is not dumb.

Ji Wenliang even forgot to come back, and ran away before he drew his sword.

Later, Ji Wenliang found out that this elder brother was not dumb, nor did he come to treat illnesses, his name was Feng Che, and he was the young master here.

Feng Che, Feng Che, then call him Brother Che.

"Brother Che!"

From then on, as long as there was no one to check his pulse, Ji Wenliang would go to Feng Che's place.

It rained suddenly that day, Ji Wenliang wanted to stay in the room obediently, but couldn't help but want to go to Taolin to see, in the end, he followed his heart.

Unexpectedly, Feng Che was forced to kneel in the peach grove.

Ji Wenliang hurried over and covered his head with the umbrella.

"Brother Che, what are you doing, why are you kneeling here?"

Feng Che didn't speak, the rain dripped down his forehead.

Ji Wenliang grabbed Feng Che's arm, trying to pull him up.

"Such heavy rain will make you sick!"

"Go away!" Feng Che pushed him away with a determined face, "I made a mistake and deserve to be punished."

Ji Wenliang looked up at the sky, and suddenly knelt down beside him.

"Then I will be punished with you."

Feng Che was not sick, but Ji Wenliang fell down, had a high fever, and was unconscious.

Perhaps because of guilt, Feng Che came to see him every day.

"are you ready?"

"No," Ji Wenliang said hoarsely, "Staying in bed is too boring."

Feng Che was silent for a while, then asked: "Then what do you want to do?"

"What are you doing..." Ji Wenliang thought for a while, "Brother Che, can you show me your sword?"

Feng Che fetched the sword and handed it to Ji Wenliang.

"Be careful, it's sharp."

Not only sharp, but also heavy, but it looks good, especially the complicated dark lines on it.

Seeing that he liked it very much, Feng Che moved his lips and said, "Master gave it to me."

Ji Wenliang returned the sword to him, "I just want to see it, I don't want it."

"Then what else do you want to do?"

"Brother Che, I... I'm sleepy."

Ji Wenliang's voice became smaller and smaller, his head fell, and he fell asleep.

When Feng Che came again, Ji Wenliang was sitting on the bed, crying.

"What's wrong with you?" He panicked and walked over quickly.

Ji Wenliang sobbed and said: "Brother Che, I'm going to die."

"Who said that?" Feng Che suddenly became very strict, "I'll kill him!"

Ji Wenliang was startled, tears were hanging on his eyelashes, obviously frightened.

Feng Che looked into his red eyes, softened his tone, and said, "Who told you?"

"Brother Che, don't kill people randomly."

"I don't kill people, who told you that you were going to die?"

"No one told me, but I heard from my master that my illness can't be cured unless there is memory of bitter cold."

"What is Recalling Bitter Cold?"

"It's a kind of medicine that grows on snow-capped mountains."

"What's the problem? I'll just go find it."

Ji Wenliang shed tears again.

"I can't find it, the snow is so big, and there is no mention of Yikuhan in the book."

"It's not written in the book, but it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. No matter how big the snow mountain is, I will look for it. If I can't find it in one year, it will take two years. If I can't find it in two years, it will take three years. I will always find it."

That night, Feng Che decided on two things, first, to give Ji Wenliang his beloved sword, and second, to go to the Snow Mountain to find Yi Kuhan.

But when he went to look for Ji Wenliang the next day, he was told that he had already left.

And Ji Wenliang also forgot this memory because he drank a kind of medicine.

When Ji Wenliang woke up, it was just dawn, he sat up from the bed with his arms propped up, and the maid came in immediately.

"Why did you wake up so early today, son?"

"I woke up suddenly, maybe it's because I slept well last night." Ji Wenliang took the clothes from the maid and slowly put them on.

"What about the priest?"

"Practicing swords in the Taolin, can the young master pass on food?"

Normally Feng Che would get up earlier than Ji Wenliang, and go to practice swords for half an hour. When he came back, Ji Wenliang had just woken up, and the two had dinner together.

"No, just wait for the leader to join us."

"Yes." The maid bowed and said goodbye.

Ji Wenliang sat at the round table and read for a while, then stood up suddenly, opened the door, and walked towards Taolin.

The morning sun is full of vigor, which makes people feel a lot of hope from the bottom of their hearts, and their steps are lively.

When he arrived at Taolin, Feng Che had just retracted his sword, his forehead was covered with sweat.

Ji Wenliang stood in the distance, and for some reason, he yelled.

"Brother Che!"

He froze for a moment, his face flushed red.

I... what am I calling?

Feng Che was also taken aback for a moment, but quickly recovered his usual expression and walked over.

"How did you come?"

He didn't hear... He didn't hear...

Ji Wenliang comforted himself in his heart, took the square scarf from the attendant's hand, and wiped his sweat for him.

"I got up early today, and I have nothing to do."

"Then let's go back."

The two talked all the way, and walked into the room unknowingly. The breakfast was ready and placed on the table one by one.

Ji Wenliang was about to sit down when Feng Che suddenly hugged him from behind.

He had just practiced martial arts, and his body was so hot that Ji Wenliang also became hot.

"You, what are you doing?"

Feng Che was a little anxious and kissed his neck.

"I want to hug you."

What a foul language of the morning!

Ji Wenliang was staggered by his kiss, leaning on the table with his hands, "I wasn't talented last night, I wasn't talented..."

Feng Che stopped talking nonsense with him, and suddenly picked him up in the air, and kissed him overwhelmingly.