startled autumn

After Qing Huan left, apart from the sleeping Shen Zhiqiu, only Han Bi and Han Banbu were left in the room.

Han Banbu: "Young master, if you really want to do this, I can only admonish you with death."

Han Bi said without turning his head, "As you wish."

"Young master, I can't let you be alone in danger." Han Banbu wanted to cry, "No one knows what kind of place Fuluan Sect is. If something happens to you there, I can still hug you in the future." Whose thigh is it?"

Han Bi didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he directly took the porcelain bottle on the table, opened it, and found a small bottle of thick and sticky blood inside, emitting bursts of stench.

The snow egret is a rare bird with poison. The poison is all in the flesh. Baiyan refined the poison of the snow egret to make the snow egret pill. After dissolving in water, it is colorless and tasteless. Only taking its blood can cure it. Suppress it for now.

This is the antidote left by Qinglong before leaving.

According to what Qing Yan said, Han Bi took warm water and this bottle of boiled snow egret blood, poured them into a bowl, mixed them together, and stirred them into a bowl of dark brown liquid medicine, then helped Shen Zhiqiu to sit up, and squeezed The medicine was poured down his mouth.

Perhaps there was too much liquid medicine, Shen Zhiqiu couldn't swallow it, and was woken up by choking.

Seeing that he woke up, Han Bi felt that it was just in time to wake up, and said in a low voice, "Open your mouth."

Shen Zhiqiu was in a daze, only heard what seemed to be Han Bi's voice, subconsciously obeyed his orders, closed his eyes and opened his mouth, looking extraordinarily funny.

Han Banbu stood at the side, really couldn't see it, and interjected: "Young Master, this medicine is too thick and smells fishy, ​​if you just feed it in a whole bowl, he may still have to spit it out."

Han Bi thought about it: "How about taking a sip first and then passing it to him?"

Han Banbu said with difficulty: "Young master, this is absolutely impossible. I must not let Shen Zhiqiu ruin your innocence."

Han Biqi said: "What does it matter to me? I want you to have a sip before passing it on to him."

Han Banbu: "Oh."

When Han Banbu took the bowl of Xuelu's blood, he thought tragically, if I don't go to hell, is it possible that the young master will go to hell?It's just a kiss to a man, he closes his eyes for a while and it's over, not to mention that Shen Zhiqiu is pretty good-looking, he doesn't suffer.

Thinking of this, Han Banbu raised the bowl resolutely.

"Wait." Han Bi stopped him abruptly, "Forget it, go get a spoon."

This suggestion was clearly proposed by Han Bi, but at the last moment he was the first to regret it. Thinking of the scene where Han Banbu's lips were pressed against Shen Zhiqiu and feeding him the medicine, Han Bi felt uncomfortable, probably because of the intimate relationship between the two. The appearance was too intrusive in his imagination, so he had no choice but to stop immediately.

After feeding the medicine, the temperature of Shen Zhiqiu's body rose quickly, and his breathing gradually eased. Han Bi knew that the snow egret poison in his body had been suppressed, so he felt relieved for a moment, and stretched out his hand to put Shen Zhiqiu's forehead Go up and warm him with the palm of your hand.

Han Banbu looked at this scene and asked, "Young Master, do you really want to take Shen Zhiqiu to Fuluan Sect?"

Han Bi said lightly, "I've already made up my mind, you don't need to say anything."

Seeing his firm tone, Han Banbu stopped persuading him and asked instead, "Is there anything else I need to do?"

"After you return to Beijing, spread the word about my disappearance. The more people know about it, the better." When Han Bi said this, Shen Zhiqiu shrank back slightly, and subconsciously lowered his voice, "As for Lu Zheliu, he did not hesitate to join forces with the Fuluan Sect to stage a big show in the martial arts competition, in order to become famous all over the world, in this case, I just give him a push..."

Lu Zheliu thought that everyone in the world was as easy to deceive as Shen Zhiqiu, but he didn't think about it, how many Shen Zhiqiu could there be in this world?

The next day.

When Shen Zhiqiu woke up, he was already in a bright carriage, with the sound of rumbling wheels and trampling horseshoes in his ears.

He was lying on a small bed that was specially set up, while Han Bi was sitting at the side. There were incense and tea on the small table, a book in his hand, and the wind and snow gently drifted through the small sandalwood window. Entering, passing Han Bi's figure, landed on the tip of Shen Zhiqiu's nose.

After being keenly aware of Shen Zhiqiu's movements, Han Bi lightly wiped the bridge of his nose with the tip of his thumb, removing the snowflake that was sleeping on his face.

He asked, "Are you awake?"

Shen Zhiqiu nodded quickly.

"Is it still cold?"

Shen Zhiqiu shook his head hastily.

Han Bi was amused by his appearance: "Can you talk?"

Shen Zhiqiu shook his head, then nodded again.

Han Bi probably guessed what he meant, seeing him struggling to sit up, poured a teacup of warm water into his hand.

Shen Zhiqiu lowered his head and drank the water slowly, but couldn't bear the fact that his throat was still dry and his voice was very hoarse, so he had to frown and ask, "Where is this...?"

Han Bi replied, "My carriage."

Shen Zhiqiu's eyes lit up: "Can you go back to Beijing?"

Han Bi: "We are on our way to Mount Qi."

Shen Zhiqiu asked blankly, "Qishan?"

Han Bi: "The phoenix lives in Qishan, and the location of the Fuluan Cult, according to Qinglong, is in Qishan."

Shen Zhiqiu understood now that they were still in the hands of the Fuluan Sect, and they were not out of danger. Only then did he recall the previous incident. In the Quheng Inn, Bai Yan accidentally fell for it, so he had to use the poison of Xuelu Pill in his body Threatening Han Bi.Afterwards, Han Bi said many things to him, among which Shen Zhiqiu remembered the most, Han Bi said to him: You are not my friend.

It turned out that Han Bi, like Fifteen, did not really make friends with him.

Shen Zhiqiu was looking at Han Bi's silhouette at this moment, seeing the sunlight outline his outline and cast a gentle shadow, all this made him depressed for no reason.

But Han Bi said in a low voice at this time: "Before you fainted yesterday, you still had half a sentence to say, and now there is no one else in the carriage except you and me, so you can continue talking."

Shen Zhiqiu tried hard to recall what he said yesterday.

Han Bi said to him at the time: You saved me, I am very grateful, but you did too much.

Shen Zhiqiu: "I understand what you mean, but..."

Han Bi clenched his palm slightly.

"But, I can't listen to you this time." Shen Zhiqiu's eyes were full of concentration.

Han Bi felt his heart skip a beat, so he rarely asked in a daze, "Why?"

Shen Zhiqiu recalled the scene when he first met Han Bi.

Plain and gentle, but profound.

It seems that the setting sun is fading away, the building is high and locked, and someone is standing in the world of mortals ten feet away, waiting for him to appear quietly.

He arrived on time.

"The first time I saw you, I vaguely felt that I was destined for you." Shen Zhiqiu said softly, "Even if this is just my wishful thinking, I still want to do something for you."

Shen Zhiqiu thought about it, if Han Bi had said unfeeling words to him first, and the two of them faced danger in the secret tunnel, would he still save Han Bi?He just thought about it for a while, and the answer came out clearly.

Shen Zhiqiu doesn't know how to speak, only being serious and frank: "Even if we can't be friends, I will treat you the same."

Han Bi didn't know how to answer, so he remained silent.

Shen Zhiqiu: "Also, I... I'm not afraid of doing too much, but I'm afraid of doing too little."

Han Bi paused: "What if I make things difficult?"

Shen Zhiqiu: "Although I don't want to embarrass you, it's just that this will let you know."

Han Bi: "Know what?"

Shen Zhiqiu smiled calmly: "I don't know how to speak, I just know that if you want to be friends with someone, you have to treat him well."

Han Bi deliberately misinterpreted his meaning: "So you are being nice to me on purpose? Just want to make friends with me?"

Although Shen Zhiqiu didn't know it, he still shook his head and said, "Before I found out that you can be my friend, I already wanted to treat you well."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Bi suddenly realized that he and Shen Zhiqiu seemed to be the same.

Before they were discovered, they were close to each other.

Shen Zhiqiu: "Besides, I feel now that you are different from Shiwu."

Thinking of this, Han Bi felt uncomfortable, so he asked, "What's the difference?"

Shen Zhiqiu: "What you said to me in the inn made me very sad."

Han Bi put on a gesture and chuckled lightly, "Oh, it turns out that I'm not as good at talking as he is."

Shen Zhiqiu: "You don't sound good, but what you said to me is the truth."

His eyes softened suddenly.

"You didn't lie to me, that's enough."

Although he had gotten rid of the inner demons, even though the wounds he had healed, the old pain still remained, which stabbed him all the time.

Shen Zhiqiu was rarely able to tell the truth from others, but at this moment he chose to believe in Han Bi, believing that there was no deceit or hypocrisy in his eyes.

Han Bi did not regard him as a friend, but was willing to go to Qishan for him.

Han Bi was the same as him, his words were not pleasant, but every sentence was the truth.

Shen Zhiqiu felt that he could try again.

"Mr. Han, although it's been a long time late, I still want to ask you..."

Han Bi's eyes were filled with tenderness that Shen Zhiqiu couldn't understand: "You ask."

"Can you be my friend?"

Han Bi: "..."

Shen Zhiqiu: "No, can't I? If not, I'll ask next time."

Han Bi shook off all the rotten thoughts in his mind, and smiled at him, "You have become my friend, so you can't go back on your word."

Shen Zhiqiu nodded and said, "I will not let you down."

Han Bi has never made any real friends in his life, so he doesn't understand what it means to play three pianos with high mountains and flowing water, and a bottle of wine with a clear breeze and a bright moon.

But he was willing to give Shen Zhiqiu a chance.

"it is good."