Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

Qi Shijun was shocked, "Isn't this the number one scholar?"

Only then did Han Feng shift his gaze to Qi Zhenjun. He walked slowly from Chuyun Tower, and when he approached, he slightly cupped his hands at Qi Zhenjun, and said politely, "Master Qi."

Looking very gentle.

Qi Shijun let go of Lynch's sleeve in a daze, and returned the salute to Han Feng, "Master Han, why are you here?" His eyes were extremely surprised.

Because Han Feng was too poor.

The poor can't even buy new clothes, and they can't even afford a second body for official uniforms. How can they have the money to spend in Chuyun Tower?

Han Feng's attitude towards this loyal subordinate in his previous life was kind, "Come for fun."

Qi Shijun's eyebrows were almost raised to the top of the sky, and he almost blurted out 'You made a fortune? ! '.

From the corner of Han Feng's eyes, he kept looking at Lin Qi. Lin Qi was quiet, and the jade hairpin in plain clothes was like a handful of snow in the busy street. Han Feng's irritable heart was instantly relieved, "Master Lin."

Lynch nodded slightly to him, but still didn't speak.

"Then... since we met," Qi Jinjun scratched his head carelessly, "let's play together—I'll be the host!"

"I'm not going," Lynch said decisively, "I'm going back."

Han Feng also said: "Master Qi, Chuyun Building is closed today, you should come back another day."

"Ah?" Qi Shijun was startled again, since the opening of Chuyunlou, he has not been closed for a day, he suffered several thunderstorms one after another tonight, and his eyeballs were so startled, "Impossible, isn't it? "I didn't care about these two people at the moment, lifted my robe and knocked on the door of Chu Yunlou.

Lynch said he wanted to go back, but he was still standing there, with a cold face and his hands behind his back. Although his eyes did not fall on Han Feng, Han Feng seemed to be covered by an impenetrable wind. He narrowed his eyes. Eyes, and said in a low voice: "Master Lin, can you give me a ride?"

Lynch glanced at him, and Han Feng coughed tenderly at the corner of his mouth while covering his bowl-sized fist.

"Get in the car." Lynch turned his head, desperate for this man's contrived acting skills.

"Closed? Why closed? Are you lying to me?" Qi Shijun stuffed his head through the crack of the door unwillingly and entered the door of Chuyun Pavilion. The Taoist boy who opened the door for him was almost ashamed, "Mr. Qi , I won’t lie to you, you go out quickly.”

Qi Shijun was a stalker, he refused to retract his big head, and asked the bottom line: "Why is the museum closed? What happened? Is Sleeping Willow okay?"

"Sister Liu is fine," Dao Tong saw that he refused to leave desperately, and couldn't do it by closing the door and pinching his neck, so he had to compromise, "If you really want to know, just ask that young man in navy blue. Really... really..." Daotong couldn't continue, biting his lip and turning pale.

Knowing that he was referring to Han Feng, Qi Shijun turned his head and looked across the street, but it was Lin Qi and Han Feng who had disappeared with the carriage.

Seeing him turning his head, Dao Tong immediately closed the door.

With a sound of "bang", Qi Shijun tapped his toes, patted his heart lightly, his eyebrows rose to the sky and then fell to the ground, and he said to himself: "I'm scared to death."

On the carriage, Han Feng sat opposite Lin Qi, Lin Qi's carriage was not too big, Han Feng was tall, and he sat opposite Lin Qi, their knees would tap lightly as the carriage trembled.

Han Feng suppressed the distraction in his heart, and said in a low voice: "Master Qi was here just now, so I don't want to say, I didn't go to Chuyun Tower to have fun, but I have business."

Lynch saw those people scattered like birds and beasts and guessed that Han Feng should be doing business. There were several officials among them, and he was afraid that Han Feng was doing "treacherous officials".

Lynch's expression sank slightly, and he nodded slightly.

There was silence in the carriage.

Han Feng went as far as he could, and didn't explain too much. If he explained too much, it would seem weird. He and Lynch are still living apart.

Han Feng looked away, but the space in the carriage was limited. No matter where he looked, there was only such a small world. In this almost closed world, Lynch was everywhere.

Looking down, you can see the legs under Lynch's robe. The silk falls between the legs, outlining the outline of round and exquisite knees and a little thigh.

Han Feng stayed in Chuyunlou, the most gentle town in the capital, for a stick of incense. He was so bored to death, but fortunately there was no fragrance in it, otherwise his complexion would have been even uglier.

The tip of his nose smelled Lynch's unique smell, and Han Feng had the signs of a brother's rivalry, and the unbelievable thing tentatively wanted to rebel.

Han Feng immediately moved his gaze up slightly.

A slender waist was bound by a light blue girdle, not a woman's slender figure that would collapse when the wind blows, like green bamboos and cypresses, the carriage shakes, but the waist is straight and does not move, tall and tough.

Han Feng's eyes stared straight, his head was a little dizzy again, his head was hot, and his nose was a little pungent.

Unable to control himself, Han Feng also hated this, and slowly began to read Buddhist scriptures in his mind - it didn't work at all.

If this continues, he will be embarrassed in front of Lynch.

Han Feng quietly raised his left leg, trying to cover up his little brother who was secretly raising his head, but there was a 'click', and the carriage bumped a lot. Lynch was sitting upright, but he couldn't help but fell forward. Coincidentally, The head and face hit Han Fenggang's raised leg!

"Hmm--" Han Feng snorted, his face turned from white to red, and from red to white, he clutched his leg in pain.

Lin Qi was also shocked, and he didn't bother to reprimand the driver, he hurriedly supported Han Feng's shoulders, and said in a panic, "Master Han, are you okay?"

Han Feng clutched his brother, thinking that this is the fate of your rebellion, suppressing the pain, and said in a hoarse voice: "No...no problem..."

Lynch was really panicked.

Until the carriage stopped in front of Han's house, Han Feng kept his head bent.

No matter how tough a man is, all the places that should be vulnerable are equally fragile, not to mention that Han Feng was just imagining about Lynch in the carriage, and the little brother was just half-soft, Lynch threw his head down, Han Feng didn't scream It's good enough to make a sound.

Lin Qi helped Han Feng get off the carriage.

Han Feng's face had been trained to be invincible in the two lifetimes, but now under such circumstances, he still couldn't help but blush.

I feel a little ashamed.

The attendant opened the door, and Lin Qi helped Han Feng into the yard. The yard was deserted, with a tree and a stone bench, covered with fallen leaves, and it seemed that no one cleaned it. Besides, the room could be called a It's a barren house.

Beijing official, it's nice to say that even that little salary can't sustain the life in Beijing.

Lin Qi helped Han Feng to sit on the bed - except for the bed, there was only a stool, and there was no other place to sit.

Lynch ordered the servant, "Go, invite Doctor Jin to come."

"Yes." The servant turned around cleverly.

Han Feng hurriedly said: "No need!"

"Go." Lynch briefly ordered the servant, who was a servant of the Lin family, who didn't listen to Han Feng's order, and ran out sullenly.

Han Feng's face was bright red and white, and he said, "It will be fine in a while."

Lin Qi was not only because of this, in front of Chu Yunlou, he saw that Han Feng's complexion was not good, he probably was really sick, "Master Han caught the cold because of going to the door of my Lin residence, so naturally I should be responsible to the end. "

Han Feng's expression was complicated, a soreness welled up in his heart, and he almost cried.

Lynch... Such a glorious Lynch, beheaded on the street with such a stigma...

Han Feng raised his head and suppressed the heat in his eyes.

Seeing him leaning back with his head up, Lynch thought he was in severe pain, and worried, "Does it hurt? Or... take it off and see?"

Han Feng's tears disappeared.

It's really brothers who don't make faces for themselves.

"It doesn't hurt." Han Feng evaded.

Lynch's eyes fell on the arched part of his navy blue robe, and he asked worriedly, "Could it be swollen?"

Han Feng numbly said: "It doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt."

This is the truth, the pain has passed, and now it is burning numb and blunt, as if the object is separated from him, it is good to be separated.

Lynch obviously didn't believe it, and the two dark eyes were worried, and they didn't care about anything else.

Soon, Doctor Jin came.

Doctor Jin took Han Feng's pulse, and said that he hadn't recovered from the cold, and prescribed a lot of medicine in a lavish manner.

Lynch looked at Dr. Jin prescribing the prescription, and glanced lightly at Han Feng. Han Feng had been staring at him. At this moment, when he met his eyes, he blinked his eyes clearly, so Lynch moved his mouth with a tacit understanding and hesitation. The question on the side held back.

The attendant followed Dr. Jin back to the medicine hall to grab the medicine.

Han Feng sat on the bed and sat upright to show that he was really fine.

Lynch sighed lightly, "Master Han, don't shy away from medical treatment, after all, it is also a very important place."

Han Feng can't blush anymore, he has no face, "Don't worry, Mr. Lin, you must be fine."

Lynch thought he should know, and finally dropped the topic.

Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief, wishing he could slap his brother twice.

Thinking so, after Lynch left, Han Feng still unbuttoned his pants to check, but fortunately, as usual, there was no injury.

Han Feng crossed his legs and said to himself, "Did you go crazy, did you get beaten up? Let's see if you dare."

Power, money, sex, the three are always bundled into one.

With power, there will be a steady stream of wealth. With these two things that everyone in the world is flocking to, are you afraid that you will not be able to satisfy your lust?

Han Feng has no lust.

His heart is a piece of scorched earth, covered with a layer of filthy snow.

Lynch melted away the messy snow in his heart.

He has a desire for Lynch, which is the most primitive and purest desire. The flesh and the spirit are inseparable. If he likes it in his heart, his body will respond.

But Han Feng didn't want to.

"Zifei..." Han Feng read those two words quietly, even though he was the only one in the room, he still acted like a thief and didn't dare to speak out.

——He was afraid of tarnishing Lynch.

The next day, the attendants of Lin's mansion brought the medicine boiled in the pharmacy and some thick clothes. The attendants spoke clearly and clearly: "My lord said that it's getting cold, Mr. Han is sick, you need to add more clothes."

"Thank you son for me." Han Feng said palely.

In fact, he already had a lot of Lynch's things in his hands, including Lynch's umbrella, and the bodyguard uniform that Lynch gave him.

Han Feng walked to the painting vat next to the desk. There were several scrolls inserted in the painting vat, and a paper umbrella was inserted abruptly. Said to the attendant: "This is your son's umbrella."

"You don't need to return it," the attendant smiled, and his voice was clear and crisp, "Young Master said, what you give to Mr. Han belongs to Mr. Han, so there is no need to return it."

Han Feng's heart was warm and sore, he took back the paper umbrella, hugged it in front of his chest, showed a gentle smile, and said solemnly: "Thank you."

The attendant came back from Han's residence and brought a letter to Lin Qi, saying it was Han Feng's thank you gift.

Lynch wanted to laugh, but held back his face, wiped his hands, and said calmly, "Let's put it down."

The attendant also casually inserted into his painting jar.

After the attendants retreated, Lynch hurriedly pulled out the painting from the painting tank. He paid attention to the location, and he was right when he picked it up. He opened the scroll and read a poem on it——Who is a gentleman, you don’t know if you don’t meaning.

The brushwork expresses love, the word is reserved and reserved, with deep affection, Lynch looked at it for a long time, touched the word 'Zifei' lightly, and smiled slightly.

Lin Qi read Han Feng's words in the morning and then went to the household department. It was a bit late, and Qi Shijun came up to greet him directly, and said to Lin Qi: "Something has happened."

Before Lynch could ask, Qi Shijun said, "It's neither good nor bad, nor strange."

Lynch said, "What's so good about it?"

Qi Shijun stroked his non-existent beard, frowned and said: "Many gentry officials in Beijing suddenly showed kindness and wanted to donate to the construction of the river embankment outside the city. Do you think this is both good and strange?" Putting his arms around Lynch's shoulders, he said mysteriously, "It's not a small sum! It's a full 10 taels!"

Lynch wasn't surprised at all, with a soft smile on his lips, seeing Qi Shijun staring at him with a strange expression, he hurriedly said, "What's wrong with that?"

Qi Shijun patted his shoulder lightly, looked into Lin Qi's eyes, and said solemnly: "Zifei, you will be compared by Han Feng."

"There is no comparison." Lynch pulled his hand away, lowered his head and smiled, "A gentleman has no competition."