Ingenuity

When Jiang Chengzi was dragged into the main hall with his teeth and claws flaring, Qingyan was sitting upright on the chair, with his neck stalked up. At first glance, he looked like a picturesque sculpture, but if you took a second look, his face It's just a few big characters: I'm not happy, don't get close to strangers.

Seeing Jiang Chengzi, Qingyan's face softened a bit, but Zhuang Hansu did what he said, and brought him the next night, and his efficiency was really as fast as a prince's.

Qingyan took a sip of hot tea to moisten her throat, and then said to Jiang Chengzi, who was cursing and kneeling, "Do you remember me?"

When Jiang Chengzi heard the voice, he suddenly raised his head to look at him, hesitated to speak, didn't know what to call or what to say, he pursed his mouth tightly and didn't say anything.

Seeing that he came down obediently in an instant, Qingyan raised his eyes to look at the two people who were holding him down, both of them were understanding, and immediately let go of his hands and walked to the back of Qingyan's seat to stand still, as firm as an icicle.

Qingyan raised her chin towards the seat next to her, "Sit down."

Jiang Chengzi got up without saying a word and sat down on the high chair across the tea table from him. Qingyan poured him a cup of tea thoughtfully, "I was entangled that day, and I was relieved when you were not there when I returned. .”

Jiang Chengzi didn't drink his tea, but lowered his eyebrows and said, "I thought my lord was arrested and went out to find you."

Qingyan nodded, "Seeing you coming in alive and kicking, is your injury better?"

"It's nothing serious," Jiang Chengzi swallowed, "You're fine...that's fine."

Qingyan had suffered from detours, and said with a smile: "I'm lucky. I fell off the cliff two years ago and I'm still doing well."

Jiang Chengzi's eyes widened when he heard the words, and he didn't speak for a while.

Qingyan slowly blew the tea and continued: "However, I lost my memory, my martial arts were banned, and I was wandering in the North for two years, and I only had a chance to come back recently."

"Fall off... off the cliff..." Jiang Chengzi was thoughtful, Qingyan sipped his tea and looked up at him, "You said that I resemble your old friend, so you have a way Prove that I am him?"

Jiang Chengzi paused, "I don't know, someone knows."

Qingyan raised her eyebrows, "Nanxun?"

Jiang Chengzi didn't remember mentioning Nanxun to him when he was unconscious, and his hands were shaking excitedly, "You..."

"Where are the others?" Qingyan held up the teacup to him, "Fenghan, drink some hot tea."

It seems that he has regained his former gentleness, Qingyan is in a good mood; Jiang Chengzi settled down to accept the tea ceremony, thanked him, and drank slowly, but his eyes rolled around, probably weighing what to say It cannot be said, "I was taken away."

Qingyan: "By whom?"

Jiang Chengzi put his tea down and bowed his head, no longer speaking.

"Hey..." Qingyan sighed, "If you don't tell me, how can I find someone for you? You said something to me when you were seriously injured, making me sure that I am the Qingyan you know. Now You are alone, instead of hiding it, it is better to let it go."

Seeing that he didn't respond, Qingyan didn't talk nonsense, stood up slowly and said: "You rest here first, a doctor will treat your injury, I don't want to wait, you wait for me in this courtyard tomorrow."

As soon as Qingyan was wrapped in warm fur and holding the hand stove that Lingshan handed over to him, Zhuang Hansu pushed the door in. Seeing that he was about to leave, he immediately strode forward and hugged him into his arms. Qingyan lightly elbowed him. Slapped him, "Why, I don't confine myself."

Zhuang Hansu chuckled, he was the only one in his black eyes, "I am very hot and warm."

The two of them walked out of the main hall and strolled towards the bedroom, "Did you find that person?"

"No." Zhuang Hansu put his big hand on the back of Qingyan's hand that was not taken care of by the stove to warm up, "I guess he was arrested and it's hard to find." Just as Qingyan frowned, Zhuang Hansu immediately said: " But who am I, your husband? If you dig three feet into the ground, I will dig it out for him, don't worry."

Qingyan looked down at the snowflakes falling on the back of his hand, and suddenly thought: if he had the heart, would he be warm at this time?

In the early morning of the next day, Qingyan was wearing a thin moon-white shirt against the light snow, and a brocade jade belt was tied around his waist, standing in the courtyard like a fairy. On his body, he purposely didn't wear very thick clothes, his whole body felt cold at the moment, Zhuang Hansu was holding a warm coat and quietly looking at the person in his heart, feeling a little dreamy at the moment.

Jiang Chengzi was brought to the courtyard by Lingshan, with a sword in his hand, and seeing Qingyan standing with his hands behind his back, looking at him with gentle eyes, he was in a trance for a moment, feeling that the god he once worshiped as master had really returned.

He's not dead, he's alive, and he's back to save them!He came to pull them out of the abyss!Take back what is theirs!

Jiang Chengzi's hands trembled from the turbulent emotions in his heart, and when he walked across from Qingyan, he heard Qingyan's light but calm and reassuring voice: "I will use what I can do to prove that I am Qingyan. , Chengzi, make a move."

Chengzi?

Once upon a time, he was called, laughed, and protected like this.

Silently, Jiang Chengzi slowly raised his sword, with determination in his eyes, the tip of the sword pointed at Qingyan not far away, "I have offended you."

If it is his master, he can escape his sword.

Jian Feng mercilessly struck towards Qingyan. In order to mobilize the body functions to the best, Qingyan wore very thin clothes, so that he could feel the icy cold wind spreading from the sword energy to the whole body; in order to awaken the dusty instinct, Qingyan Without a sword, he fought with Jiang Chengzi with bare hands.

Jiang Chengzi's martial arts internal strength is excellent, his strikes are quick, accurate and ruthless, Qingyan flashed two swords left and right, flew to Jiang Chengzi's back, and was about to punch, Jiang Chengzi reacted very quickly, rushed forward and turned directly to cross the sword, Qingyan Quickly turned half a circle with the sword's momentum, raised his foot and kicked Jiang Chengzi's wrist; the speed was not as fast as a flash, Jiang Chengzi's wrist holding the sword was lifted by his toes, and lost strength, but he held the sword tightly without missing the sword With a cold snort, Qingyan slashed upwards with the saber on his exposed arm, hitting Jiang Chengzi's numb tendons, Jiang Chengzi almost shook his sword to the ground, and staggered back a few steps while clutching his arm .

"Show your strength, is that what you are capable of?" Qingyan knew that he wanted to give in to him, and said sternly, "I don't need you to let me in. If you can't beat me today, then tell your last words first!"

Jiang Chengzi was so forced that he had no choice but to fight with all his strength. He missed a few hits and was teased by Qingyan. He was really angry, and the sword in his hand was filled with cold anger. Doubled the strength.

Qingyan felt his fierceness, and the instincts of his body were also stimulated, his hands and feet became more and more agile. Although he was dressed thinly, there was a little sweat on his forehead, and there was a faint airflow in his lower abdomen, which was like a snake in his limbs. When the body became clear, Qingyan suddenly felt unwell, and was half a beat behind, Jiang Chengzi picked up his collar, and was almost poked into his chest by the point of the sword.Jiang Chengzi was also taken aback, and his subordinates hesitated for a moment, Qingyan gritted his teeth and took advantage of him to kick his lower abdomen randomly, and shouted: "Be careful!"

Jiang Chengzi didn't dare to be distracted, and went all out to attack; the feeling became more and more clear, at first it was just a stream of air, then it was like a handful of water, and then it was like a fire, it burned his heart ache, his chest ached. Li's heart seemed to be jumping wildly, his breathing became disordered for a while, and the pain became more and more obvious, almost tearing him from the lower abdomen to his chest; Staggered to the ground, a wave of snow rose, just when Jiang Chengzi was about to take a step forward to force the sword to Qingyan's neck, Qingyan flicked his wrist, and a stone hit Jiang Chengzi's eyes straight, Jiang Cheng Zi was startled, instinctively tilted his head and stretched out his hand to grab it, but he missed it, and was hit by the stone on his forehead. He took two steps back, covered his head and panted, "No such thing!"

Qingyan wanted to speak with a smile, but just as the corner of her mouth opened, a mouthful of black blood suddenly spewed out without warning, instantly staining Qingyan's white shirt, reflecting the mottled red plum.

Zhuang Hansufei wrapped the warm fur on Qingyan's body, hugged him horizontally, and said coldly, "Call the doctor over."

Jiang Chengzi was dumbfounded. He lost his sword and didn't know what to do. He was at a loss like a child who had committed a serious crime. He didn't even have the strength to step out. His eyes were erratic and he lowered his head, only to find the piece where Qingyan hit him. small stone.

Qing Yan spat out a mouthful of black blood, but felt a lot lighter on his body, Zhuang Hansu hugged him firmly, walking fast but not bumpy at all.The sun was warm and not dazzling, Qingyan closed her eyes and leaned on his shoulder and said, "Stay outside and wait for the doctor, I want to be under the sun."

Zhuang Hansu didn't say anything, he stopped outside the door, stared down at the bloodstains hanging from the corner of Qingyan's mouth, and didn't speak.

Qingyan felt his unhurried panting hit her face, squinted her eyes and looked up at him, "What? Want to taste?"

Zhuang Hansu was laughed angrily by him, and it was rare for him to answer without saying a word, Qingyan asked again: "Can you hug me? Your Highness?"

"You're almost gone." Qingyan smiled, raised the back of his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the sunlight, "It's dark."

"Ah."

Qingyan didn't know how many kinds of poisons he had on his body, and it was expected that he vomited poisonous blood, so he was speechless, closed his eyes and stopped talking.