ten steps one kill

The garden is deep, but it cannot contain restless hearts.

Although he tried his best to suppress the chaos, the Duan Mansion was only a square inch after all, and the news that the young master was seriously injured and unconscious quickly spread among the servants, and then turned into gossip, reaching the ears of the disciples of the Tianji Sect.

It was destined to be a long and dreamy night.

Aunt Su took the freshly brewed medicinal soup and came to the most secluded courtyard in the deepest part of the mansion, only to see a figure in red hovering at the gate of the courtyard.

"Young Master Feng, why are you here?"

Liu Hongfeng turned his head, his face was very haggard, but when he saw Aunt Cui, he immediately went forward and asked impatiently, "How is Chang Ya?"

Aunt Su showed embarrassment: "Master, he is still resting in the room."

"Can I visit him? I'll bring this medicine in for you." Liu Hongfeng said, going forward to pick up the hot bowl in the other party's hand.

"Please wait a moment," Aunt Su took a few steps back to avoid his hand, "I'm really sorry, I'm afraid you can't go in."

"Why?" Liu Hongfeng stopped in place, staring blankly at the other party.

Aunt Su looked at him for a moment, then quickly looked away: "Master has an order to let the young master rest in peace. Before the young master wakes up, the dormitory will not accept outside guests. I know you have good intentions, but the master's Rules cannot be broken."

"Really," Liu Hongfeng lowered his eyes, "but Chang Ya was injured to protect me, if I don't take a look at him, I really can't feel at ease."

Seeing his dejected appearance, Aunt Su changed her tone and said gently: "Young Master Feng, don't worry, the master said that the young master's injury is not serious, he is just asleep."

"Really," Liu Hongfeng released the frown between her brows, "That's fine, it's just..."

"It's just that your injury hasn't recovered yet. The master also ordered his servants to prepare medicine for you, and it has been delivered to your residence. I think you should go back first. If the young master wakes up, I will be the first to give you a message." .”

"Thank you very much." Liu Hongfeng nodded slowly, turned around, took two steps, but stopped again, "No, I'll wait here."

Aunt Su looked at him, and after a long time, she finally sighed, and said, "Well, if it wasn't for the master's order, I would have let you in too. The young master is reserved, he doesn't like to talk and laugh, and he rarely has friends since he was a child. Everyone who approaches him has plans, and few people treat him as sincerely as you do."

Before the old man's voice fell, Liu Hongfeng shook his head and said, "No, I actually have plans, and I am ashamed of his kindness."

"This..." Aunt Su stood outside the courtyard gate, holding a medicine bowl in her hand, her eyes lingering on him, she hesitated to speak for several times.

"Oh, I didn't mean to embarrass you," Liu Hongfeng said with her hands back, "You can go into the room first, don't pay attention to me, just let me wait here, and I will beg him for accommodation after Mr. Sect Leader shows up."

Aunt Su nodded slowly in response, and said, "Then you wait here for a while, and I will move a chair for you."

"No need," Liu Hongfeng immediately refused, "I'm not qualified to sit, I'll just stand and wait."

The night wind was still cool, and Liu Hongfeng stood alone in the wind, with the blown cloth sticking to his shoulders, outlining his thin figure and making his face extraordinarily pale.Aunt Su stared at him, then lowered her head and said, "Then I'll put the medicine down, and call the master over."

"No, I'm already here." A voice came from behind the two of them.

Duan Qichang walked through the dark courtyard and appeared in front of the two of them.Aunt Su only glanced at him, and then showed surprise: "Master? Your hair is... what is it?"

On the top of Duan Qichang's head, the originally gray and black hair on the temples turned gray, making him look as if he had aged ten years overnight.

He waved his hand at Aunt Su, but his eyes kept on Duan Changya, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "What is Mr. Feng doing?"

Liu Hongfeng actually bent his knees and knelt down in front of him.

This kneeling scared Aunt Su, a pair of cloudy eyes lingered between the owner and the guests, and the hand holding the bowl kept shaking.

Duan Qichang's tone was also full of surprise: "Mr. Feng, what do you mean?"

"Please let me meet Chang Ya."

"Why are you obsessed with Changya?"

"I am sorry for his kindness."

"how you said that?"

Liu Hongfeng finally raised his head: "I am already a dying person, please allow me to meet him, and then I will confess to you, and let you handle it, whether to kill or kill him is at your discretion."

After saying this, he coughed heavily, his ten fingers trembling in the mud.

Duan Qichang looked at him for a long time, but he couldn't get up on his knees all the time, his temple hair on his forehead was covered with dust, he looked humble and fragile.

Finally, Duan Qichang moved half a step away to make way for him: "Okay, then you can go into the house."

The calming musk is contained in a silk-embroidered kit, and the aroma is so strong that it even overwhelms the bitterness of the medicinal soup.

Duan Qichang also sensed the preciousness behind this smell, and looked at Liu Hongfeng suspiciously.

"This is a gift from my little friend who is studying medicine next to me. It can calm the mind."

After Liu Hongfeng finished speaking, he bowed down, put the sachet gently beside Duan Changya's pillow, and glanced into the pillow reluctantly, then backed away a little.

After he backed away, he didn't take a seat, but stood by the bed beside the bed curtain like a servant.

The person sleeping in the bed still didn't say a word, his young face was pale and stern, without a trace of expression fluctuation, if not for the gentle breathing sound, he would have looked like a stone sculpture.

The silence seemed to silently punish the sober.

Liu Hongfeng felt as if his heart was stuck on a winch, and every word he said would burn a scar, but he couldn't keep silent, he turned to Duan Qichang, and said, "Dare to ask how Chang Ya's injury is, have you seen it from a doctor?" ?”

Duan Qichang nodded and said: "I've seen it, this time I'm injured, I'm afraid I need to rest for a while."

"I heard that he was in poor health when he was young, and because of the internal injury he suffered while practicing martial arts, he also suffered from a serious illness..."

"Yes, the internal strength we cultivated in Tianjimen is extremely dangerous. Even if we suffer internal injuries, it is due to our own lack of cultivation. We should bear the consequences ourselves, no wonder others."

Duan Qichang's tone was solemn, even in front of his only son who was seriously injured and unconscious, he never lost a bit of majesty.

Liu Hongfeng lowered his head and said: "The No. 1 sect in the world is really generous and generous. I feel ashamed to see you today."

"Young Master Feng has won the prize."

"May I ask what happened to Xue Yuguan? I was injured by him, and I fainted for a short while. After waking up, I was rescued. I can't remember anything that happened during this period."

Duan Qichang looked at him, and there was a slight change in his expression, almost invisible: "Xue Yuguan committed many injustices, and died at the end of the road, and the bloody gang he led also killed each other with the former rebels."

"I see."

"Things in the rivers and lakes are nothing more than self-inflicted. He can't bear the consequences, and he can't blame others."

Liu Hongfeng lowered her head even lower.

Seeing that he was silent, Duan Qichang urged: "Don't you have something to confess, you can say it now?"

"Yes." Liu Hongfeng was about to speak when she suddenly heard Aunt Su's voice outside the door: "Master, His Royal Highness is here."

Hearing His Royal Highness's name, Duan Qichang showed surprise, turned to Liu Hongfeng and said: "Just wait a moment." Then he went to Aunt Su.

Through the half-open door, he saw Nangongyou standing outside the door in a cloak, pacing left and right, casting concerned glances from time to time.This person has never practiced martial arts, and even his footsteps are more vain than others. At this moment, there is a layer of anxiety, which sounds like he is throwing beans on a tight drum surface, and the ping-ping is in a mess. rules.

Duan Qichang's heart was also disturbed, and he looked away with great difficulty, but Aunt Su's expression was submissive, urging him to make up his mind with flickering eyes: "Master, do you want to invite Your Highness to come in?"

There was an unknown fire in his heart, and he was almost angry.Just when a gust of night wind blew by, it leaked into the room along the crack of the door, swept across his cheeks, and extinguished his anger, leaving only a burst of desolation

He straightened his front which was blown by the wind, and said to Aunt Su: "No need, Mr. Feng and I will go out to meet him, and find another place to discuss matters, you take good care of Chang Ya."

"Understood." Aunt Su bowed her head in response.

The place Duan Qichang used to receive Liu Hongfeng was exactly the yard where he had negotiated with Chi Lian half a day ago.

This side courtyard has an upright name "Jingxin Zhai", but it is the place where Duan Qichang conspired with others.Ten years ago, Hou Langzhong and Xue Yuguan were also received here.

At the beginning, the three of them made a plan to collect blood and refine medicine here, signed a contract, signed a pledge, and joined hands to murder ten innocent lives. After that, they buried the truth for ten years, and with the help of time's ruthless hands, all traces of sins were erased. , leaving only a piece of calm water.

Today, Hou Langzhong and Xue Yuguan are both dead.But when Duan Qichang pushed open the door, he saw the shadows of the two of them rising from the darkness, with grim smiles on their faces, passing through the room, and holding up the blood-stained deed in black and white to his eyes

——"Master Duan, it's time to pay the blood debt."

He was stunned for a moment, but Nangong You had already lit a candle to disperse the darkness, and the two shadows also disappeared.

Only the Tianji sword in his hand was left, which seemed to vibrate in the sheath and made a slight noise.

"Brother Qichang." He heard Nangongyou's voice deliberately lowered, "The sword in your hand doesn't seem to be safe."

Duan Qichang smiled, and said in a loud and honest voice that was no different from usual: "The Tianji Sword has been protecting the Duan family for generations, if someone plots to do something wrong, even if I don't do it, it will come out of its sheath and take his life."

His tone was flat, but full of majesty.

This majesty has been tempered by him in decades of turmoil. Even though his hair turned gray overnight and he was isolated and helpless, the calm expression on his face still remained unshakable.

At least he still has a lone sword in his hand.

Over the years, this sword has roared countless times to show its sharpness. On the mirror-like blade, it reflects the gold and jade on the court, and also reflects the blood on the battlefield. All over the world.However, at this moment, it is dormant behind a hidden and dark screen, vibrating in the scabbard, as if it can't wait to shake the sword out of the scabbard, and kill more innocent lives to protect a dirty secret.

Guangwei's upright chivalry is not false, and his vicious killing intent is also true.

Chivalrous love and murderous intent are lodged on the same sword at the same time, which is more important, which is right and which is wrong, but no one can judge.Because there has never been good or evil in the rivers and lakes it opened up, only success and failure, the winners are heroes, and the losers are grassroots bandits, that's all.

This sword is where Duan Qichang's belief lies.

He turned around and said, "Young Master Feng, come in."

Liu Hongfeng followed the two into the door, carefully closed the door behind him, then turned around and walked slowly.Duan Qichang squinted his eyes and watched his every move closely. He was shocked by the words just now, his face was full of fear and fear, his once vigorous eyes became panicked, he was a frightened young man.

Before Duan Qichang could speak, Liu Hongfeng bent down, bowed heavily, and said, "I'm here to plead guilty."

His figure is very flimsy, it seems that there is no need to use the Tianji sword, just a light palm can shatter his lungs and take his life.

Duan Qichang's mind was tense to the extreme - whether this person dared to confront him at such a vulnerable time, was it audacity or stupidity.

Nan Gongyou on the side has already stepped forward to support Liu Hongfeng's shoulder: "You fell into a trap and were embarrassed by Xiao Xiao, so Chang Ya should help. Don't be so panic. What's the inside story? Just tell the truth, the head is always fair. , will uphold justice for you."

This reassurance seemed to be effective, Liu Hongfeng raised his head, but refused to get up, just bowed his waist and said: "Chang Ya was injured in order to save me, and he regards me as a friend, but I have other plans to make friends with him , with evil intentions, and let down his sincerity."

Duan Qichang asked in a deep voice, "What are your plans?"

Liu Hongfeng replied: "Mo Xiejian?"

Duan Qichang was slightly startled: "Just for Mo Xie Sword? You are famous for being free and unrestrained, how can you be so obsessed with a sword?"

Liu Hongfeng said: "Because this sword is related to my life."

“How come you see?”

"My lord, would you like to try my veins?"

After Liu Hongfeng finished speaking, he raised his wrist, palm up, and handed it to the other party's eyes.

This is almost equivalent to handing over the lifeline to the opponent.

Duan Qichang stopped being polite to him, stretched out two fingers to grasp his lifeline, and then poured his inner strength to test it with his skills.

Liu Hongfeng closed his eyes halfway, his lips were tightly pressed, and the blood on his lips was thin, as pale as his face. After a while, his body tilted and his feet staggered. It was only because of Nangongyou's support that he didn't collapse and fell to the ground.

Duan Qichang let go of his hand and asked, "How can you be so vicious?"

Liu Hongfeng lowered his arms, and said: "The master should have heard about it. I was once a death row prisoner in the sky prison. I was able to regain my freedom because of the new emperor's amnesty."

"I know that."

"Before I was pardoned, I and the other 49 people on death row were conspired by traitors and planted with the poison of seven days of death. I had to get the Moxie Sword in exchange for the only antidote. So I am a chivalrous man. Helping others, making friends with Chang Ya, and even searching Duan Mansion without authorization, all in order to get Mo Xiejian."

Duan Qichang finally couldn't hide his surprise, "The amnesty is an imperial order promulgated by the new emperor himself, who dares to resist the order privately?"

Liu Hongfeng smiled wryly: "I don't know either. If I knew, I wouldn't have fallen into the current situation. I'm afraid the rest of the death row prisoners are like me, so they don't hesitate to kill people and do evil, fighting for blood, just to get a way out."

Nangongyou on the side also frowned and said: "This matter is not only about martial arts, it even involves the court. This is not a joke, Mr. Feng, you can't joke about it."

"My life is not long, so why make such jokes again. If you two don't believe me, you can still investigate Chi Lian's body. She is also one of the death row prisoners just like me."

Duan Qichang pondered for a moment, then asked: "Who else knows about this matter?"

Liu Hongfeng said: "I've only confessed to you, I don't think other people will easily reveal their secrets, let alone reveal their identities."

Duan Qichang's gaze fell firmly on Liu Hongfeng like a sharp arrow piercing Yang with a hundred steps.

Liu Hongfeng bowed his head and remained silent.

After a long silence, Duan Qichang said: "I see, let's trust you, but this matter is not trivial, I have to discuss with Master Yan and Hall Master Song before making a decision."

"I understand," Liu Hongfeng nodded and said, "I've been involved in Changya and made a big mistake, and I feel extremely guilty. I don't regret my own life. I would like to make up for my mistakes. If there is anything I can do, please return to the head Try your best to send, even if you go through life and death, there will be no complaints."

"Understood," Duan Qichang's hand fell on his shoulder, "Go and rest first, if necessary, I will send you."

Liu Hongfeng turned and went out, the sound of the Tianji sword clanging in its sheath still lingering in his ears.

There was a cool breeze blowing around, but his shoulders and back were already drenched with sweat.

Duan Qichang watched Liu Hongfeng's back disappear across the screen, then turned his head and looked at the bronze mirror on the table.

The face reflected in the mirror was very strange, with slumped shoulders, gray complexion, tight outline, and a head of newly-emerged white hair, which set off a face that was old and tired.

He was indeed very tired. That night he sneaked into the cave alone and found the Tomb of the Three Kings. After seeing the horror there, he was almost swallowed by fear and lost his mind.The sound of water was gurgling in his ears, but what was flowing under his feet was not water, but Xue Yuguan's blood, the blood of ten prostitutes, and the blood shed by the ancestors of the Duan family who killed each other at the foot of Tianshan Mountain.Water can flow into rivers and seas and become invisible, but the karma in the blood will never dissolve.

Due to the pursuit of the ultimate swordsmanship, the ancestors of the Duan family were backlashed by internal strength, went mad, and killed each other. The one who survived saw the devastation and knew that his sin was too deep to be redeemed, so he almost killed himself at the foot of Tianshan Mountain.

If he really chooses to apologize with death, the pure white snow will be able to erase all sins and stifle the tragedy in its cradle.

However, he was indulging in personal thoughts and did not want to let Tianji swordsmanship be lost, so he chose to survive alone, buried his relatives, and established a sect. Since then, the mad blood has followed like a shadow, and has been passed down from generation to generation in the blood of Duan's descendants .

Even though he has practiced the best swordsmanship in the world, he still cannot resist the temptation of fame and fortune.

If the heart is a slave to form, then the ends of the earth and the sea are all prisons.

Duan Qichang closed his eyelids and expelled all the blood shadows in front of him.When he opened his eyes again, there was only one dancing candle in front of him, casting two figures on the screen, shaking endlessly.

Liu Hongfeng had already left, but Nangongyou was still in the room.

After the sound of footsteps outside the door faded away, Nangong You immediately turned to him, impatiently saying, "Brother Qichang, why did Chang Ya get injured? How is the injury? I just woke up, and I'm still at a loss."

Duan Qichang sighed softly, and said: "I'm really sorry, you caught the wind and cold, and you had to rest early tonight, I didn't intend to disturb you."

Nangong You immediately gave way and said, "Where is it? I heard that something happened to Chang Ya, how can I sleep peacefully, and rushed here to check the situation, I hope I didn't bother him."

Duan Qichang shook his head: "It's okay, I'm afraid he won't hear your troubles either."

Nangongyou was terrified, and his face sank: "Could it be that... it's really the same as it was ten years ago?"

Duan Qichang lowered his eyes, with a tired face, nodded slowly: "Yes, it's the same situation as ten years ago, when I found him, he had already killed the leader of the Bloody Clothes Gang on the spot, his broken limbs were scattered everywhere, and the blood flowed all over the place. I'm sorry, I know you don't like killing, so I shouldn't have mentioned this to you."

Nangongyou shook his head, and it took some time to calm down the panic in his expression, and said, "Did anyone else see him when he had an accident?"

Duan Qichang said: "Fortunately, there was no one else at the scene, except Liu Hongfeng and the kid beside him. When I arrived, both of them were seriously injured and unconscious."

Nangong You frowned, and said: "Liu Hongfeng pretended not to see it, but how can we trust his words?"

"Of course I didn't believe his words. I even thought about taking his life on the spot to avoid revealing the secrets of the Duan family, but I didn't do it because I wanted to hear what he said. Maybe it was true as he said, he didn't know about the bloody clothes. In this case, approaching the Duan family is not for revenge, but for survival, so those who hide behind and poison the condemned prisoners, and manipulate them, are the ones we should really beware of."

Nangongyou's expression was still solemn: "But what if he lied? Have you forgotten that it was originally an old piece of paper, a wisp of fire, as long as it is buried in the soil, no one will know, now is the best time. "

"But if he didn't lie, I killed him, wouldn't I have ruined an important clue by myself."

Their eyes met.

After a long time, Nangong You asked: "So, your mind has been decided?"

Duan Qichang nodded.

Nangongyou lowered his eyes and said: "After all, I'm not from the martial arts world. For matters in the martial arts world, I should follow Brother Qichang's wishes, as long as I can keep Chang Ya safe."

Duan Qichang's gaze changed and became meaningful. He stared at Nangong You, and sighed: "My dear brother, at the beginning A Jin devoted all his energy to Changya and died of worry. Our Duan family will always be ashamed of Nangong. All these years , do you hate us?"

Nangongyou showed surprise, and after a long silence, he replied: "It is a lie to say that there is no resentment, but Chang Ya is her beloved child after all. After she died, I just want to fulfill her wish and protect her. Long live safe."

His side face was shining in the candlelight, without the aloofness of a martial arts practitioner, he looked gentle and gentle, with a bit of fragility in his gentleness.Ten years ago, he was just an inexperienced young man who often followed Nangong Jin like a shadow. Ten years later, the man had passed away, and he had reached Nangong Jin's age.Looking carefully, the eyebrows and eyes of the siblings are somewhat similar.

In front of him, Duan Qichang's tone became more modest: "Thanks to your support in the past ten years, Chang Ya was able to make great achievements, and Tianjimen was able to prosper all the way. In the future, you will inherit the title of King Pingnan, and the Duan family will rely on your help. "

Nangong You smiled at him, and said: "Brother has lost sight of you, now we should get through this difficulty together."

Duan Qichang picked up the Tianji Sword from the table and said, "You're right, it's getting late, let's go back."

The long sword that had already drank blood was finally curled up in its sheath and slept peacefully.

Nangong You blew out the candle beside her.

The remaining fire swayed, and the shadow on the screen twisted suddenly, strangling Duan Qichang's throat like a ghost hand.The latter showed a look of astonishment for a moment, and in the blurred vision, Prince Pingnan's face suddenly changed into that of Nangong Jin.

After that, the remaining fire was completely silent, and the shadow disappeared, leaving only the deserted moonlight shining on the window edge.

There were rustling footsteps outside the window. Before dawn, some industrious apprentices had woken up and lined up to the martial arts field with their swords in hand, preparing for their daily morning exercises.When the apprentices saw the master passing by, they all stopped to salute and greeted loudly.

Soon, these loud and clear voices merged into a uniform chant, resounding over the courtyard.

How could the glory accumulated by the Tianji Gate for generations be destroyed by a small stain.

The cool wind poured into Duan Qichang's lungs, finally making him feel a long-lost high-spirited.

He did not return to the residence, but stepped out of the mansion door all the way, and ordered the guard: "Prepare the horse for me."

"Are you going out alone?"

"Correct."

He turned his eyes to the distance, looking at the Zhengrong Pavilion on the top of the mountain.

The dawn has not yet come, and it is not yet clear who will win and who will lose.

Aunt Su arranged for Liu Hongfeng to live in the best guest room in the mansion. It was spacious and decent, with elegant furnishings. There was also a charcoal fire in the room. The red charcoal burned quietly, occasionally making a soft noise.

When Liu Hongfeng came back, he saw Liu Qian sitting by the charcoal fire from a distance, covering his whole body with a quilt, only his head was exposed, the big group was next to the small group, like a gourd.He didn't fall asleep, he just squinted his eyes slightly, his pupils were bright and dark in the firelight, and his hair was warm and dry, and it looked fluffier than usual, as if it would be broken in the fire with a light rub.

His face was still that of a young man, but his expression revealed an indescribable melancholy. His thin fingers pulled the corner of the quilt from time to time, rewrapped the loose shell tightly, and then buried his neck deeper.

He is afraid.

Beneath this soft protective shell, something clumsy and reckless died forever, young as he was, but a part of him decayed and died in this long night of misery.

Liu Hongfeng's chest seemed to be blocked by charcoal fire, and he was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe.The footsteps have reached the door, but he hesitates, and even wants to turn around and run away.

But Liu Qian heard the sound of the door first, caught a familiar figure, immediately opened her eyes wide, jumped out from the wrapped quilt, pretended to be nonchalant, and walked towards the door.

Liu Hongfeng looked at Liu Qian, as if looking at his own shadow.

He had also been young before, fought with others recklessly, and knew the humiliation of being manipulated by others.

All the hardships he had experienced, he hoped that Liu Qian would never experience them again.

But as long as Liu Qian stays by his side, he will be in the company of danger and will never be able to live a peaceful life.

Liu Qian was already standing in front of Liu Hongfeng.

The facial features of a child are more vivid than those of an adult. He bit his lip, his eyebrows were gathered into a ball, his eyes were sharp, his face was full of anger, and even his fists were tightly clenched, as if he was about to fall on Liu Hongfeng's body in the next moment.

In silence, Liu Hongfeng was expecting the fist to hit him, it would be better to hit harder and heavier, maybe it could break the stone blocking his chest and make him feel better.

However, Liu Qian didn't make a move, but just leaned in front of his eyes and looked him up and down.

"Shouldn't you fight and be stupid, don't you know me?" He said in a joking tone.

Liu Qian's frown deepened, and he suddenly lifted his wrist upwards: "You are the one who fights and fights foolishly, you see what you have become."

The fabric on the wrist slid down to the elbow, revealing a scarred forearm, the wounds were clearly identifiable, extending deeper along the elbow.

Liu Hongfeng couldn't help lowering his gaze, the circles around his eyes were darkened, and his eyes were bloodshot.Although the clothes were clean, there were two groups of dirty mud marks on the knees, presumably left when he knelt down and confessed his sin just now.

All kinds of embarrassment were seen by Liu Qian.

That night, he talked nonsense in front of Duan Changya, bluffed in front of Song Yungui, bowed his knees in front of Duan Qichang, put on one mask after another, and changed it like a magic trick, none of which made him reveal the slightest guilty conscience.

But at this moment, he was actually defeated by the sight of a kid.

He shook off Liu Qian's hand, and said in a low voice, "Go and rest, I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?" Liu Qian stepped forward and grabbed his wrist again, stronger than before, "Come back to me."

Liu Qian pulled him to the stove, pressed him on the chair, and ordered in a crisp voice: "Sit down."

It wasn't until Liu Hongfeng sat down obediently that Liu Qian finally let go of his hand.

"Little ancestor, what are you going to do?" Liu Hongfeng shook his head and said, "I have been interrogated enough times tonight, so please forgive me."

Liu Qian glared at him, and said in a low voice, "I'll apply some medicine to you."

"Someone has already applied medicine to me."

"The method is too bad, I don't admit it."

"I……"

"You can shut up and not speak." Liu Qian interrupted him involuntarily.

The young man's mouth was actually sharper than a sword's. Liu Hongfeng was defeated in battle, so he had to obey the order and keep silent.

In the room, there was Jinchuang medicine sent by Duan Qichang. It was of high quality, and it was hundreds of times better than the emergency medicine found in the brothel.But Liu Qian's work was not going very smoothly, her hands were not as nimble as usual, even though she was grasping the cork, she couldn't exert any strength, and her fingertips slid away again and again in uncontrollable trembling.

Liu Hongfeng looked at him with a little surprise, hesitant to speak.

Liu Qian noticed the gaze from the side, turned her back immediately, and said sharply: "You wait obediently, you are not allowed to steal."

Liu Hongfeng couldn't laugh or cry, if it was normal, he would have a hundred ways to laugh at this poor excuse, but at this moment, he really couldn't laugh.

Not only could he not laugh, he even felt sore in his nose.He saw the bloody scars on that brave and tough soul.

The stone stuck in his chest became heavier.

He looked at Liu Qian's slender shoulders, and finally said: "Little devil, I'm sorry, I should have come to save you sooner."

Liu Qian froze all over, and immediately turned around and said, "Save me, I don't want you to save me. You can see what kind of virtue you have hurt yourself. Look in the mirror before you talk big."

Liu Hongfeng was also in a hurry, snatched the medicine bottle from Liu Qian's hand, pulled it out neatly, held it up to his eyes and shook it: "No matter how embarrassed I am, I am much calmer than you."

Liu Qian was startled, stomped his feet and said, "I'm a brat, you're an adult, how can you compare yourself to me?"

The four eyes met, and the two pairs of angry eyes stared at each other fiercely.

After a while, Liu Hongfeng finally looked away, and said in a low voice, "I should have told you that I don't like brats."

"My ears can hear cocoons." Liu Qian answered angrily.

Liu Hongfeng said: "The rivers and lakes are very big, and there are many more interesting people than me. When you leave Yingzhou Island, you can go find them and stop pestering me."

Liu Qian was stunned: "Then I'll leave now!" Then he turned around.

"I can't go now," Liu Hongfeng pressed his shoulders and pulled him back in front of him, then put the medicine bottle back in his hand, "The work is not done yet."

Liu Qian didn't pick it up, he froze in place, even the trembling of his fingertips stopped, as if he had turned into a stone statue, he lowered his head inch by inch at a slow speed that was hard to distinguish with the eyes.

"Little devil?" Liu Hongfeng called him softly.

After a while, a soft voice came from the lips hidden in the shadow: "...I don't want to see others die for me again."

The voice is small, like a broken piece from a sea of ​​torment.

Liu Hongfeng stared at him, and saw that the pair of butterfly jade pendants were hidden in his skirt, leaking tiny rays of light, like a secret that could never be revealed.

After a while, Liu Qian continued, "Instead of dragging others down, I might as well go myself..."

Before he finished speaking, Liu Hongfeng stretched out his hand to hold his ear: "You brat who doesn't know what to do, if you keep talking about life and death lightly, I'll spank your ass."

"You—" Liu Qian grinned and glared at the other party.

Liu Hongfeng finally let go of him: "I'm different from Sister Jin'e, I'm not as gentle and kind as her."

"Of course you didn't!"

"That's good, if you don't want to harm good people, then continue to harm me."

Liu Qian was stunned in place.

He slowly raised his hand, and took the porcelain bottle containing the medicine in Liu Hongfeng's hand. His palms were covered with sweat, and the clean bottle was soon soaked with his sweat.

With dirty sweat, he took a step forward and pressed his forehead against Liu Hongfeng's chest.

"...Look at you, you're really worthless."

While complaining, Liu Hongfeng patted the kid on the back, a moment later, a burst of heat spread across his chest, it was the warmth left by hot tears dripping on his chest through the cold night.

Liu Qian raised her hands, covered her face, buried her tears deeply in her palms, and insisted not to let him see.

Liu Hongfeng sighed softly, then put her palm on top of Liu Qian's head, and gently shook it against her fluffy hair.The touch of the palm is also warm, with a dry smell of charcoal fire.

After a while, he heard a whisper: "Thank you."

This time he was stunned.

The stone pressing on his chest finally loosened, and a trace of cool air penetrated through the cracked stone.

Although a part of Liu Qian died in this long night, something sprouted from the ashes, squeezed out of the stone cracks desperately, revealing a piece of weak but vivid green, briefly illuminating his eyelids.

Some tears welled up from his eyes, but too few, and before they could fall, they were swallowed up by this vast and empty world without leaving a trace.

Liu Qian cried fiercely, but also very quickly, her tears came and went like a gust of torrential rain.

After the torrential rain, he backed away from Liu Hongfeng, wiped it on his face indiscriminately, and continued to pick up the wound medicine to grind it, as if the tears just now hadn't flowed at all.

But his hands were much more stable than before, and his tone of voice was also much calmer than before: "Where's Duan Changya? Why isn't he with you?"

Liu Hongfeng was startled, and then replied: "He was also injured, and he is still asleep."

"He was injured too?" Liu Qian showed a look of complete surprise, "Who can make him hurt? That turtle bastard surnamed Xue has such great abilities?"

The child's intuition was extremely keen, and he cast suspicious eyes on Liu Hongfeng.The latter couldn't say anything about his suffering, so he could only search his brains to find a reason to prevaricate, "The terrain in the cave is very complicated, and he was worried about your safety, so he was negligent for a while, so the one surnamed Xue took advantage of it."

"Oh," Liu Qian lowered his eyes, seemingly a little frustrated, "I'll visit him after I take care of you."

Liu Hongfeng smiled and said: "You are the young master, so naturally someone will take care of you. Master Duan has already found someone to show him his injuries, so you don't need to worry about it."

"Once you've seen it, you've seen it. I'll take another look. He won't lose a piece of meat." Liu Qian argued.

Liu Hongfeng said patiently: "The doctor told him to let him rest in peace and not to entertain guests."

"Oh..." Liu Qian lowered his head, and after a while, he said in a low voice, "...but he was injured only to save me. If he didn't take a look, I feel uneasy."

Seeing his dejected look, Liu Hongfeng couldn't bear to refuse him again, so she replied: "Okay, I'll accompany you."

Duan's house is large and empty, and it looks even more vast after nightfall, but Liu Hongfeng has already remembered the road in his mind, and led Liu Qianqi to make eight turns, and soon rushed outside Duan Changya's dormitory.

The yard is still the same yard, but the shadows of the trees by the wall are all black. From a distance, they look like shadows of people, showing an indescribable sadness in the autumn wind.