Raiders

Qi Feng is practicing calligraphy.

He was wearing a close-fitting brocade jacket, and the embroidered color of the blue dark pattern made his face like a jade crown, and Qing Wan wrapped him very warmly.

The pen is written in plain hands, and the wolf hair is swayed.

Liu Zhiyi leaned against the door and watched, feeling relieved.

Qi Feng's long hair was neatly tied behind his head, and he could see his profile and a small section of his neck.

"came back?"

Qi Feng put down his pen, looked up at Liu Zhiyi.

For some reason, Liu Zhiyi's heart suddenly softened.

Although the grass in the courtyard is decaying, it is spring in the heart.

You know a guy who has a magical healing power.

No matter how agitated and upset you are, when you see him, you will suddenly calm down, and your heart will be soft and slightly hot.

I just feel that the years are smooth and peaceful.

【Ding Dong!The protagonist who is the target of the attack is frozen by the favorability, the host continues! 】

This is not the first time Liu Zhiyi has seen Qi Feng's words, but every time he sees it, he can't help but marvel.

It's not a square regular script, but a flexible, elegant and indulgent running script, which unexpectedly doesn't match Qi Feng's appearance.

The strokes are golden hooks, which can be retracted freely.

He is handsome and extraordinary, and his words are like his own.

How to make him unhappy.

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After the frost is the beginning of winter, the weather is getting colder.

Qi Feng's situation this year is much better than in previous years, and it can only be said that Liu Zhiyi is worthy of being the protagonist.

Tick-tick, it's raining.It fell from the eaves and shattered on the bluestone board, making a slight sound in the silent night.

Qi Feng was awakened by the pain, and suddenly felt a needle prick from his calf.

Qi Feng struggled to half sit up, and pulled the red thread beside the pillow, a bell was tied to that end, leading directly to Qing Wan.

"Son."

Qing Wan got up immediately when she heard the movement, and hurriedly ran towards Qi Feng's room.

Candles were lit to brighten the darkened interior with gas.

Qi Feng's face was a little pale, and his palms were clasped on his knees.

"My servant is going to help you call Mr. Liu."

When Liu Zhiyi came, Qi Feng still maintained the same posture just now.

The black hair was scattered on the back of the head, and because of the pain, dense beads of sweat ooze from the forehead, dyeing the bangs, and sticking to the side of the head wetly.

The crow-feather-colored hair was in stark contrast to the pure white clothes.

His face was pale, and under the light of the dim candlelight, he revealed an astonishing sense of fragility.

The hands that clasped the knees were so hard that the veins burst out, and it was obvious that they were trying their best to endure great pain.

Liu Zhiyi spread out the silver needles, Qing Wan had brought a basin of hot water, and was carefully wiping Qi Feng's face with a towel.

"Call out if it hurts."

Liu Zhiyi touched Qi Feng's icy face, with distressed expression on his face.

"I'm used to it."

Qi Feng forced a smile at him.

Qing Wan took a soft pillow and asked Qi Feng to lean against her. Qi Feng closed his eyes and let Liu Zhiyi move.

Time passed bit by bit, Liu Zhiyi heaved a sigh of relief, put away the needles, took the sweat towel Qing Wan handed over, and wiped the perspiration from his forehead.

"Is it better?"

"Ah."

Qi Feng's face looked better, but his eyes were still closed, and his lips were still not as pale as blood.

The wooden door was pushed open and closed again gently.

"General Mu's visit late at night is not in compliance with the rules."

Liu Zhiyi looked at Mu Zheng who came uninvited unkindly, but his tone was neither salty nor bland.

Mu Zheng didn't answer him, and went straight to the bedside.

When Liu Zhiyi came, he had already received the news, and hurried towards the palace, avoiding the patrolling guards.

He leaned on the roof tiles and looked inside, afraid of disturbing Liu Zhiyi's needle injection, he didn't come in until Liu Zhiyi stopped the needle.

Mu Zheng unceremoniously sat on the edge of the bed, took off the soft pillow behind Qi Feng, and put his hands behind Qi Feng's back.

"Can I lose my internal energy?"

"Okay, be careful, don't be too violent."

Liu Zhiyi restrained his expression and returned to his usual gentle appearance.

After getting an affirmative answer, Mu Zheng mobilized his internal energy and carefully channeled it into Qi Feng's body.

"Well……"

A warm feeling came from his body, and Qi Feng let out a soft hum.

He opened his eyes and looked at Mu Zheng's profile.

Mu Zheng's eyes were gentle and focused, with a feeling of deja vu.

"Mu..."

"Ok?"

Qi Feng showed a pale smile to Mu Zheng, closed his eyes as if he was extremely tired, and didn't speak again.

Liu Zhiyi's fists were tightly clenched, if only he had practiced internal strength when he was studying medicine.

After about a quarter of an hour, Qi Feng's breathing gradually stabilized, Mu Zheng adjusted Qi Feng's posture, let Qi Feng lie down, and then tucked Qi Feng's quilt.

He reached out and brushed Qi Feng's sweaty bangs, and put his palm on Qi Feng's slightly cool forehead.

"Cure him."

Mu Zheng looked at Liu Zhiyi with an almost commanding tone.

"Don't worry about your duties."

Liu Zhiyi smiled at Mu Zheng.

There was a mockery in Mu Zheng's eyes, he took a deep look at Qi Feng, turned and left.

Liu Zhiyi's eyes returned to Qi Feng, he was standing beside the candle, the flame flickered in his eyes, flickering on and off.