Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

Han Feng did not expect Lynch, who has always been unsociable, to come to visit on his own initiative. He was caught in such an embarrassing situation when he was completely unprepared. The needle in his abdomen was pierced into a muscle, which was so painful and numb that he couldn't even speak for a while. up.

Lin Qi hurriedly pulled Doctor Jin's arm, and said anxiously: "Doctor Jin, go and have a look!"

Needless to say, Doctor Jin rushed over immediately, and said to Han Feng, who was wrinkled into a ball, "Master Han, lie down quickly." He pressed Han Feng's shoulder involuntarily and made him lie down.

After lying down, Han Feng looked much better.

Lin Qi's eyes fell on the shiny silver needles on Han Feng's abdominal muscles, and he said at a loss, "Doctor Jin, what's wrong with Mr. Han?"

Han Feng suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Doctor Jin's arm, and shot his eyes at Doctor Jin. Doctor Jin was talking to Lin Qi, but he missed the stare from the treacherous minister, and said to Lin Qi heartbrokenly: "Master Han is ruining himself! .”

"Doctor Jin, Mr. Han seems to be in pain. Can this silver needle be pulled out?" Lin Qi looked at Han Feng worriedly, and when he met Lin Qi's gaze, Han Feng immediately retracted his eyes, looking gentle, nothing happened.

Doctor Jin turned his head and saw Han Feng's docile face, he nodded slightly, "Pull it out, of course it's the best."

Lynch said: "Then quickly pull it out!"

Han Feng once again attacked Doctor Jin with his eyes, and Doctor Jin had already lowered his head and began to pull out the needles - again perfectly missing Han Feng's cannibalistic eyes.

Lin Qi walked to the bedside and looked at Han Feng worriedly, with some vague understanding and disapproval in his eyes.

Han Feng dodged his eyes for a moment, his face turned reddish, and he simply pretended to be dead.

After pulling out the silver needle, Lynch frowned and dragged Dr. Jin out.

Han Feng looked at the backs of the two muttering at the door, feeling desolate in his heart.

The medicine boy picked up the cattail leaf fan next to the medicine jar, and said with a buzzing sound, "Master Han, is this medicine still fried?"

Han Feng cast a sideways glance at Yaotong. The little Yaotong was startled by Han Feng's eyes, threw the cattail fan in his hand and ran to the door behind Doctor Jin, grabbing Doctor Jin's coat.

Han Feng withdrew his gaze, thinking that he could only intimidate the little drug boy now?

After talking with Dr. Jin, Lynch re-entered the room. Dr. Jin stepped forward to pack the medicine box and carried it on his back. Lynch cupped his hands, "Doctor Jin, go slowly."

Doctor Jin handed over his hands and slipped away with Yaotong. Lord Lin and Lord Han are good friends, and Lord Lin must be able to persuade Lord Han not to do stupid things again.

Lin Qi ordered the attendants to bring in all the quilts and quilts they brought, and the attendants began to arrange them in the room. Lin Qi sat on the edge of Han Feng's bed, raised his hand and gently covered Han Feng's neck with the quilt.

Both of them were silent.

After a while, the attendants packed up, and Lynch asked them to retreat and close the door.

After the door closed, Lynch suddenly put his hand in from the side of the thin quilt, and shook Han Feng's hand. Han Feng was slightly startled, and Lynch frowned, "Hands are so cold."

Han Feng remained silent and gently withdrew his hand.

"Doctor Jin said that the medicines you take are all harmful to your health, you..." Lynch couldn't restrain his annoyance at the thought of Han Feng ruining himself, so he hurriedly stopped talking to prevent himself from being ruined.

Han Feng said, "I just cultivate myself."

"Self-cultivation?" Lin Qi's mood, which had just calmed down, burst into flames, "It's a bunch of nonsense!"

It was the first time that Han Feng saw Lin Qi get angry, and there were patches of red clouds on his fair cheeks. When he thought that he cared about him so much, Han Feng couldn't help but feel a little fuzzy, and then he felt annoyed by his dirty thoughts. Out of the friendship and concern of a gentleman, what is he floating about?

"Master Han," Lynch said seriously, "Are you still worried about the last time you rode a horse?"

Han Feng was stunned when he hit the nail on the head, blushing, and couldn't help admiring Lynch. This is Lynch, and he can explain everything openly and clearly.

Today, the relationship between Lin Qi and Han Feng can only be regarded as a mutual admiration of friends. Han Feng didn't know that Lynch actually had part of the script in his hand, which was equivalent to "rebirth", and he didn't know that they were born in the previous few worlds. As long as the two are happy, in order to avoid the collapse of the world, Lynch can't tell the truth, so he can only get closer little by little.

He could accept waiting, but he couldn't turn a blind eye to Han Feng's self-harm.

Lin Qi restrained his solemn face, and said in a gentle voice: "There is a reason for the incident, Mr. Han, why do you have to worry about it to such an extent, and you still want to do such an act that hurts your body, you and I are gentlemen, so there is no need to worry about it."

Han Feng lowered his eyes and said silently in his heart: But I am not open-minded.

There was an unspeakable silence in the room again, the medicine pot in front of the bed was still burning, the wind blew, the flames strung together, and the crackling sound of burning charcoal became more clear in the silence between the two.

The strong smell of medicine rose to the tip of his nose, Han Feng sighed lightly, and said slowly: "Master Lin, I am not as gentleman as you think."

Lynch shrank his hands on his knees slightly, feeling flustered, Han Feng must be confessing his love, right?

With Lin Qi's temperament, it would be a big mistake for Han Feng to express his heartfelt affection at this time. Even if Lin Qi was not scared away by Han Feng on the spot, he would definitely avoid it afterwards.

Han Feng, don't be impulsive!

"Actually, I," Han Feng took a breath, "I'm very masculine."

Rumbling, there was an autumn thunder outside.

Han Feng: "..." Why God treats him like this makes him feel like a joke...

Hurrah, the heavy rain fell outside, and the room instantly became dark, and the flickering flames under the medicine pot reflected Lynch's fair and handsome outline.

Han Feng closed his eyes tiredly.

It doesn't matter if you say it out loud, with Lynch's temperament, he shouldn't care. He never looks down on anyone, and he will probably care more about keeping a distance from him in the future, and this is exactly what Han Feng wants.

Even though he was stigmatized, he didn't care. What he wanted was to help Lynch go straight to the sky, and he never wanted Lynch to regard him as a perfect person.

On the surface, Lynch was so shocked that his eyebrows trembled, but he was as stable as an old dog in his heart. Fortunately, it was only to show his sexual orientation, so it was not a big problem.

Lin Qi stroked his knee with his palm, and said lightly: "Everyone has his own ambition."

His reaction was probably within Han Feng's expectation, and Han Feng let out an 'um' lazily.

Lynch turned his face, and said softly: "In ancient times, there are many men who are manly, but there was a time when they were elegant, Mr. Han, you really don't have to hold grudges about it."

Han Feng thought to himself that if you know that I like you because of your masculinity, then it won't be as simple as harboring a grudge.

It was raining heavily outside, Lin Qi got up and walked outside the house, Han Feng stared at his back and did not say goodbye or see him off, but saw Lynch open the door, his robe rolled up by the wind, he bowed his head and faced the wind. The guard said something, then quickly closed the door.

Han Feng quickly looked away.

After opening the door for a while, Lin Qi's temples were messy and his face was covered with moisture. He wiped his face with his hand, walked to Han Feng's bed, and said to Han Feng, "Master Han, it's raining too much outside. I'm afraid tonight I'm staying overnight."

Han Feng's face was shocked, but Lynch remained calm, "Does Master Han still have pain in his lower abdomen?"

Han Feng: "...it doesn't hurt."

"It's cold," Lynch glanced at the robes in Han Feng's bed, "Get dressed."

Han Feng never dreamed that Lynch would request to stay overnight, his hands and feet were stiff, let alone getting dressed.

"I remember Mr. Han, the last time you came to the Lin Mansion, it was also raining like this." Lin Qi glanced at the shadows of trees reflected on the window, and smiled slightly, "Mr. Han, you insist on not staying. .”

Hearing his soft words, Han Feng seemed to think that the memory was interesting, and he also smiled. At this moment, Lin Qi turned his head and looked at the corner of Han Feng's smiling mouth, "I didn't know why you were like that, Mr. Han. Persevere, if I knew then, I would have told you, I don't care."

It is this kind of forever bright and open mind that makes Han Feng yearn for him so much. Han Feng's eyes reveal uncontrollable tenderness.

In front of anyone, Han Feng can put on his mask and pretend to be anything, but in front of Lin Qi, he is Han Feng, just Han Feng.

"Zifei," Han Feng said in a low voice, "Can I call you Zifei?"

Lynch's smile deepened, "Of course."

Most of the attendants of the Lin Mansion were driven back by Lynch, and the most clever one was left behind. He fumbled for dinner in the back kitchen of the Han Mansion, and sent the two adults to the bedroom with an oiled paper umbrella wrapped around his neck.

On the bed in the room, Lin Qi and Han Feng were sitting opposite each other under the quilt. A chess board was placed between them. Han Feng was wearing a middle coat and a robe over his shoulders. move.

"Brother Han," Lynch smiled, "Admit defeat."

Han Feng raised his eyes and glanced at Lin Qi. Lin Qi's face was hidden in the shadows in the dark bed, and he looked extraordinarily gentle. He put down his white stones, and said in a deep voice: "The skills are inferior to others, I admit defeat."

Lynch smiled happily.

"My lord," the attendant called from outside, "Dinner is ready."

"Here we come." Lynch pulled away to stay on the bed, but was held down by Han Feng, "I'll go."

The waiter held an umbrella around his neck and tried his best to avoid the storm outside, so as not to let the rainwater stain the food plate, the door opened, Han Feng took the food plate, and said to the waiter, "I'm sorry that you rest in the back kitchen."

The attendant said nonchalantly: "Don't be wronged, Mr. Han, you go in quickly, the wind is strong, be careful and catch a cold." He hurriedly closed the door tightly.

It was said that servants depended on their master's conduct, and Han Feng could see his position in Lynch's heart just by the respectful attitude of these servants towards him.

Autumn is cold, how can it be against the warm sun in his heart?

After dinner, the attendant brought over the hot water and took the plate down quickly.

After a brief wash and wash, the two lay facing each other, with their heads and feet touching and their backs facing each other. Outside, the wind and rain were blowing, and the sound of the rain hitting the casement kept coming. Lin Qi had good intentions, and he came to show him that he didn't mind Han Feng being a manly person, but Lin Qi didn't know that he was nice...it was actually him.

Lynch knew it clearly in his heart. He leaned against the wall, his face was a little red, and he felt that he seemed to have deteriorated a little bit.

Just a little bit.