Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

Han Feng's tall figure turned around and walked into the corridor. The rain was heavy, and the rainwater hit the flowers and plants and splashed back on Han Feng's robe. picture.

Exhausted after returning to Beijing from outside the customs, Han Feng fell off his horse and knelt outside the execution ground for a long time, staring at the blood stains on the ground. He couldn't believe that it was Lynch's blood. As if arresting someone, he asked—"Who was the one who was beheaded?"

The people were terrified and pushed Han Feng hard, and Han Feng fell headlong into the snow, with the biting cold soaking into his hair.

Lin Qi's head fell to the ground, and there was no dead body. On a snowy night, Zhong Hanfeng searched for the corpse at the mass grave. The snow fell extremely hard that night, like a goose feather, and he was the only one left in the world. .

Biting cold and fire-like heat intertwined in his heart and body. That night, he lost ten fingers, and he never wrote a single one after being praised as the best handwriting with iron hooks and silver hooks in the world.

He turned around in the middle of the night before he touched those familiar hands, which were cold and stiff. He had played chess with him for a long time, and finally he was so angry that he shook the hand with a black spot on his face. He held Lynch's body in the snow-capped field The mass grave stayed all night, but not a single tear could be shed.

He wants revenge.

What is for the country and the people, what is full of ambition, what is famous in history, it is all fucking bullshit!

All he wanted was revenge, at any cost, to pay with blood.

Han Feng's thoughts were chaotic, and the headache that made him restless in his previous life seemed to be left behind. There were thousands of silver needles piercing his mind continuously in his temples, his ears were roaring and his headache was splitting, and he staggered on his feet. He couldn't help but raise his hands to cover both sides of his forehead.

"Master Han..."

An anxious call came, as if it came from outside the sky. It sounded like it was far away, and there were heavy roars. Han Feng turned his head, but at some point, Lynch had already walked behind him and supported him. Putting on the umbrella, he looked around, only to realize that he had unknowingly walked out of Lin Mansion and stepped into the rain curtain, without even noticing that he was completely soaked.

Lynch frowned slightly, with a bit of concern in his expression, "Master Han, I'll let the coachman take you off."

Han Feng shook his head, his eyes fell on Lynch's boots, and he murmured: "Your boots..." Before he finished speaking, he was in a trance, and his personnel and affairs were lost.

Lin Qi watched helplessly as a tall man like Han Feng fell into the muddy water, threw his umbrella and hurried to help him.

"My lord!" The servants rushed up to pick up the umbrellas. Lin Qi also got his face wet, wiped the water off his face, and pulled Han Feng into his arms. Thick, Lynch said: "Help quickly."

With the help of his servants, Lin Qi carried Han Feng back to the Lin Mansion.

Lynch hurried straight to his room, causing the servant to look at him a few more times.

Young Master Ai Jie, always doesn't like others to dirty her things, now she carried a muddy man into her room, it's really strange.

In just a short while, Lin Qi was completely wet, not to mention Han Feng, who fell in the rain and helped him for a long time.

Lin Qi patted the water drops on his sleeve, frowned and said, "Prepare water."

The servant wiped his chin with his sleeve, panting, "Master, is the water delivered to this room? Or..."

"Let's send it here," Lynch had already started to untie his belt, and said with a frown, "Bring another bathtub."

The Lin family's family style is very strict, there is not a single maid in the mansion, and the servants are all rough servants. The servants carried the bathtub into the screen and filled it with hot water. Lin Qi waved: "Go down."

The servant responded and wanted to retreat, but was stopped by Lynch, "Go and ask a doctor, let the kitchen cook a few bowls of ginger soup, it's raining, use some ginger soup, and bring two bowls of ginger soup to my room."

"Yes."

The servants retreated. Lynch untied his belt and took off his wet outer robe. The inner robe was not too wet, so he didn't care about it. He took off his boots and socks and got on the couch with his bare feet. He stripped Han Feng naked on the soft couch.

Han Feng's body was very hot, as if he had a fever.

Lin Qi didn't have any distracting thoughts, took a handkerchief to wipe him, the movement was very neat, and twisted his wet hair twice, when Lynch twisted his wet hair, Han Feng woke up, he blinked, densely Eyelashes cast an afterimage under his eyes, and he said hoarsely, "Zifei..."

Zifei is Lynch's word.

Only people who are close to him call it. Han Feng knew Lynch's kid in his previous life, but he never called Lynch in front of Lynch. Proud, humble origin makes him have to be more proud than anyone else, so as not to be looked down upon.

Especially in front of Lynch, he couldn't afford to lose even an inch.

With tears in his eyes, Han Feng suddenly felt a little grievance in his voice, he raised his hand and grabbed Lynch's waist, tears rolled down, and he read like a wronged child: "Zifei, Zifei..."

"My lord, ginger soup is here." The servant came in with ginger soup, looked up and almost knocked over the bowl.

Why is this naked Han Langzhong crying while hugging his young master?

"Bring it." Lynch frowned.

"Oh," the servant bowed his head and walked over to the rag, "My lord."

He has been with Lynch for a long time. He knows what it means not to see evil and not to listen to evil. Lynch took a sip of ginger soup and took a sip. Resisting the tenderness on his lips, he said lightly, "Master Han, drink ginger soup."

Hearing his voice, Han Feng raised his eyes in a daze, seemingly confused, but took the ginger soup and drank it, then closed his eyes, and fell down again.

Lynch hurriedly asked his servants to help Han Feng, who had been dried, onto his bed.

The servant stepped forward to set up people with Lynch, sent Han Feng to Lynch's bed, Lin Qi covered Han Feng with a quilt, and then let the servant go down, drank the remaining bowl of ginger soup by himself, and took off behind the screen Put the clothes into the tub.

Lynch is weak, he must take good care of himself if he wants to live longer in this world.

Fortunately, Lin Qi's personality is a gentleman with a cold face and a warm heart, and he regards Han Feng as an opponent rather than an enemy, otherwise he really has no reason to take care of Han Feng.

Sympathy and same-sex repulsion are probably the best description for the relationship between Lynch and Han Feng.

Lynch shivered for a moment, lowered his head and let his long wet hair fall into the water.

Han Feng has actually woken up.

When Lynch said, "Master Han, drink ginger soup", Han Feng woke up from the demon immediately when he opened his eyes and saw Lynch's face.

Then he decisively chose to pretend to be dizzy.

How can he explain this situation if he is not dizzy?What face to face Lynch?

Han Feng lay on Lynch's bed with his eyes closed, and immediately smelled Lynch's faint fragrance, which was a mixture of ink, incense and plants. He quietly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the sound.

There was a faint light on the jade screen, and a slender figure was facing the screen, with slender arms and long hair.

Han Feng immediately turned his face away.

The dark memories in his mind were still tumbling, but he suddenly fell into an almost voluptuous illusion. Han Feng's temples throbbed so violently that they were almost about to explode.

"哗啦" was another short sound of water, as if Lynch had come out of the tub, Han Feng quickly closed his eyes, he was so upset that he didn't know what to do.

He lost all his superb skills, turning his hands over clouds and covering his hands for the rain to win thousands of miles. He was lying naked in the bed full of Lynch, and reacted inappropriately.

Han Feng was very annoyed and wanted to control himself, but his brother had his own ideas, and the more annoyed he was, the more he reacted.

The footsteps approached, and the fragrance of the bath wafted over, so Han Feng had no choice but to close his eyes first.

Lynch approached the bed, raised his hand and touched Han Feng's forehead, it was very hot, then touched his own forehead for comparison, Han Feng's heat was still amazing by comparison, he couldn't help going out a little anxiously and called the servant, "Where is the doctor? "

"Master, Chang'an has already gone to invite him, but he hasn't come back yet. The weather in central Beijing is not stable these days, and the nobleman is getting sick a lot."

"Okay, you go down. If the doctor comes, tell him to come over immediately." Lynch waved his hand and returned to the house again. When he came back from the house, his eyes fell on Han Feng. His eyes froze when he looked at him .

Han Feng's face was burning red, his thick eyebrows were furrowed, and he was still in a coma, but the middle section of the quilt bulged in an arc that couldn't be ignored.

Lynch was dumbfounded.

This Han Feng... what dream is he in a coma?

Thinking of Han Feng reading his words before he passed out, it is not difficult to imagine what he was doing in his dream.

Lynch, who has experienced several worlds, is not as shy about this matter as before. It happened naturally, but now...it's not that time at all.

Lynch coughed lightly, sat back on the bed, and took a dry handkerchief to wipe his wet hair.

Han Feng was tortured.

Lynch was sitting right in front of him, hearing the sound seemed to be wiping wet hair, and the aroma from the hair drifted to the tip of his nose with the rustling sound.

He almost hated his body that had been plain for two lifetimes, and cursed in his heart: "Han Feng, are you a beast?"

The reaction grew louder, and Lynch seemed to stop wiping his hair.

Han Feng was in despair: he really is a beast.

Lynch was dumbfounded.

Just now Han Feng was drenched all over, Lin Qi took off his clothes and wiped him, but he didn't really care. To him, it's just a skin, so there's no need to care about it.

But Han Feng is too exaggerated, is he having a dream?

According to Han Feng's temperament, if he wakes up and faces Lynch in this state, he must be ashamed and angry. Lynch thought about it, got up and left.

As soon as he left, the fragrance faded, and Han Fengcai let out a sigh of relief, and opened his eyes. It wasn't the shame and indignation that Lynch thought, but resentment.

To Lin Qi, he met a bosom friend in the mountains and rivers, with a sincere heart. How could such a sincere friendship be stained with those shady things.

Han Feng bowed his head and said coldly: "You beast, you're still quiet."

His brother showed his strength in dissatisfaction.

Han Feng raised his head and accepted his fate.

On the first day of rebirth, Han Feng's life was really not smooth.

The doctor came, Lin Qi led the doctor over, Han Feng returned to his original state, the doctor took the pulse, said it was wind and cold, external evils entered the body, Lin Qi nodded, "Doctor, please prescribe a side medicine."

The doctor went down to prescribe the medicine, and Han Feng opened his eyes at the right time. He first moaned twice, then blinked his eyelashes, then slowly opened his eyelids, shook his head slightly, and said in a confused way: "Lord Lin, why should I here?"

This series of operations fell into Lynch's eyes, and Lynch's evaluation was only four words - poor acting skills.

——I'm sorry, my predecessor is the film king.