I crossed over to the all-timer

Before Su Yan went back, no matter how hard he tried, he was never beaten like this. After all, no matter how naughty he was, the name of Prime Minister's Mansion could let him be naughty. Besides, he was only naughty, not a playboy.

The little grown-up prince basically studies and does his homework every day, and there is no such thing as a five-day break. As a companion, Su Yanhui basically plays truant in the palace every time, unless he is too Fu Ren couldn't bear to hit him on the palm of his hand, and he had never suffered such a serious injury again.

When I was whipped by the wind, I was in pain and fear, and I almost cried so hard that I couldn't breathe. Now that the most uncomfortable period of the first three days has passed, Su Yanhui also feels that he is basically on the verge of collapse.

People are supposed to sleep lying down, but now not only their back hurts, but also his back hurts, chest hurts, arms hurts and face hurts, and the whole person feels uncomfortable everywhere.

Su Yanhui didn't have a servant, he didn't like to have such a person around him at any time, the people hiding on the roof in those bushes were bad enough, and he really couldn't stand another one by his side.

He can bring money by himself when he goes out, and most of them are secretly exchanged for small and valuable things and hidden in his treasure chest.

When he was sick, servants were supposed to take care of him, but he didn't expect that Zhufeng himself asked for leave to take care of him as a patient.

"Brother Zhufeng, are you busy these days and don't want to rest with your salary, so you are specially transferred to my place, so you can make a difference while resting?" Su Yanhui lay on the bed and flipped through the pages. Reading his own little storybook, Zhuifeng is not interested in these things, "I don't have anything good to entertain big brother here, if big brother feels bored, otherwise you can go out to play, I won't tell father."

Chasing the wind ignored Su Yanhui's teasing, and glanced sideways at him: "Is it uncomfortable?"

"...En." Su Yan replied back to Baba, "It's been lying down for a long time, and I feel that my little brother is almost useless."

"..." Zhufeng sighed, Su Yan returned this time, indeed suffered a great crime, and he had done a lot of things, and Zhufeng also knew that although he didn't hurt his muscles and bones, it was considered a good thing for the third son who had always been pampered. "Does it hurt?"

"It's much better now, and it doesn't hurt if you don't move." But when she moved, she felt excruciating pain. Su Yan couldn't see it, but vaguely felt that her flesh was crushed.

Zhufeng lowered his eyes: "Do you blame me?"

Su Yanhui was quite surprised. Looking at the other party, Brother Zhufeng has been with the prime minister for many years, and now he has naturally entered middle age. Logically speaking, at this age, he should not care too much about other people's thoughts. This Zhufeng is unexpectedly gentle.

"Brother Zhufeng, as the guard invited by the Prime Minister's family, was once one of the best masters in the Jianghu. Now he condescends to take care of an unknown person like me. I, Su Yanhui, are lucky. How can I blame my brother?" What Su Yan said was also sincere, "I can only blame myself for being so stupid and powerless. I can't help but add to the chaos. Unlike Brother Zhufeng, I have never seen Brother Zhufeng do anything for so many years. Father was not satisfied."

Zhuifeng's eyes flickered slightly, his fingers unconsciously held the hilt of the sword, and he turned his eyes away, as if he didn't want to continue discussing this topic. Seeing this, Su Yan's face froze, what's going on?Did the flattery hit the horse's leg?

Could it be that Zhufeng often does bad things in private?

"Changing your posture?" Chasing Wind asked.

"Hey? Can I still change my position?" Su Yan immediately became interested, "Brother Zhuifeng, please, I feel like I'm going to get bedsores if I lie down like this again!"

Zhuifeng remained silent, approached Su Yanhui, and stood beside the bed with a sword that had never left his hand. He bent down and tried to get as close to Su Yanhui's body as possible, and passed through his armpit with one hand carrying warmth. Next, the other hand supported his hips. Before Su Yanhui could react, he was hugged directly on his stomach. Su Yanhui subconsciously embraced Zhufeng's neck with both hands.

This posture can be said to be very embarrassing. Zhuifeng hugged him like a child. He was placed on the steps at the door and leaned against the pillars as a support. Although Zhufeng's movements were extremely light, but After all, it was necessary for Su Yan to use his own muscles to sit properly, which would inevitably irritate the wound on his back, so Su Yan still let out a muffled snort.

"Be patient." Zhuifeng leaned against Su Yanhui's ear and said softly, and gradually let go of the hand supporting him. After making sure that Su Yanhui would not fall by himself, he took out the clothes from the room , covering his chest to shield him from the wind.

"Well, although it hurts, I feel very comfortable in my chest. During this time, the flesh in my chest hurts from lying on my stomach."

Hearing Su Yanhui's words, Zhufeng slightly pulled away the clothes on Su Yanhui's chest, and gently pressed the flesh on Su Yanhui's chest with his fingers. His hands seemed to be confirming something, and it took a long time before he said: "It's okay. .”

Su Yan looked back at Zhufeng and took his sword again. In his impression, Zhufeng never left the sword, even when he was writing, his hand would be on the hilt of the sword.

"Brother Zhufeng is holding the sword like this when he is sleeping?"

"kindness."

Why?Su Yan looked back at the sword eagerly. He had never seen that sword come out of its sheath. The decoration of the scabbard was simple, but when you looked carefully, you could see the low-key landscape patterns engraved on it.

"Can I have a look at Big Brother Zhufeng's sword?" Su Yanhui realized that she had surpassed it as soon as she spoke. "I'm sorry, brother Zhufeng, I just said it casually."

Looking down at the sword, Zhufeng rubbed his fingers unconsciously on the hilt, finally bent down, and carefully placed it on Su Yanhui's lap. Su Yanhui raised his eyes in confusion. Although Zhufeng didn't speak, his meaning Already obvious: see.

Su Yanhui was overwhelmed by the flattery, and raised his hand to caress the blade. The sword obviously didn't look heavy, but he could feel its heavy weight when placed on his lap. It is transparent, and its extremely thin thickness and weight are completely inconsistent. If this sword is fully unsheathed, it will surely amaze everyone.

"What's his name?"

"Broken Mountains and Rivers."

"Boys and children?"

"male."

"How old is this year?"

"Ten years old."

"What a clear and beautiful boy." Su Yanhui couldn't help admiring, "The name Broken Mountain and River is somewhat different from his, but you can feel the expectation and love that the forger placed on it."

Standing in front of Su Yanhui, Zhufeng didn't reply when he heard his words, Su Yanhui raised his head in doubt, and saw Zhufeng standing there quietly, with a slight smile on his lips: "En .”