Slag to the collapse of the world [Quick Transmigration]

Yan Tong was woken up by a gulp of blood rushing up his throat.

He barely poked his head out, feeling in a trance that someone put a copper basin beside his bed, so he stretched out his hand to support the edge of the bed, his shoulder shook, and a mouthful of black blood was spit out into the basin.

His fingers holding the edge of the bed trembled due to weakness, and he bent down again, coughing several times at the copper basin, until he spat out the blood in his mouth, and his vision gradually recovered.

—A man dressed as a scholar sat beside his bed.

And he himself has been cleaned up, only wearing a pair of loose trousers, white gauze is wrapped around the frayed wrist, and the shoulder wound he has dealt with has also been disassembled and reapplied with medicine.

Yan Tong glanced at the person next to the bed again, tried to mobilize his true energy, and couldn't help but let out another "ah".

The scholar heard the voice and looked at him.

Yan Tong was not wearing any clothes on his upper body at the moment, seeing the man turn his head, he immediately retracted into the quilt.Then he noticed that the scholar sitting beside his bed turned out to be extremely handsome, with a calm expression, which naturally made people feel at ease.

The man had a pair of phoenix eyes, gentle and energetic, and fell on him so clearly.

Yan Tong was shocked again - this person has such deep internal strength.

Immediately, he thought that in his current state, he could only be slaughtered by others, so he settled down.He thought he was probably rescued by this person, and he just said "thank you" for a while, but he realized that the voice was so hoarse that he could hardly speak, so he had to cough twice to clear his throat.

The scholar explained instead: "You may have heard of the words below."

Yan Tong replied: "I have admired your name for a long time."

— His words were not entirely polite.Fang Qingci is a well-ranked doctor in Qingzhou. Although Luo Hongmei has never had the chance to visit him, several of his brothers were lucky enough to be treated by this person, so they have always had a good impression of him.

The Fang family, where Fang Qingci was born, is also very well established. Since this dynasty, there have been two generations of prime ministers.Therefore, Fang Qingci does not have to worry about eating and drinking, and has enough capital to be obsessed with medicine. When he was young, he traveled to famous mountains and rivers to find famous teachers. After returning from his study tour, he heard that the Imperial Hospital had invited him several times, but he refused.

Fang Qingci went on to say: "I picked you up by the stream in the morning. The area around here is the border of Qipanzhai, no one dares to cause trouble, so you can only be a person who came down from Qipanzhai."

As he spoke, he glanced at the knife on the coffee table beside him, "Your internal strength is a violent way, and you must have been taught by a famous master if you can practice until now; you have a knife by your side, and your right arm is slightly thicker than your left arm. , you should be right-handed, but there are calluses on the palms of both hands; when I wrapped you up, I saw a few wounds on your body, and the methods were fierce, but none of them were vital, they could only fall in the melee of the army; And there are marks on your legs from long-term riding—so, you must be from the army, and you are the leader of the cavalry."

He said with a smile, "The thing that Chief Luo of Qipanzhai dislikes most is that the military people are wandering around on his territory, so—" he said, his eyes fell on Yan Tong's face again, and he said with a half-smile:

"You can only be Chief Luo himself."

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Yan Tong lay on the bed, looked at Fang Qingci, let out a long breath, and said, "Mr. Fang has good eyesight."

Fang Qingci smiled again, "I just don't want to cause misunderstanding."

Yan Tong shook his head and said, "I have always respected Mr. Fang."

Fang Qingci didn't answer his words, and said: "When you were in a coma just now, I forced you out of the poison. The person who poisoned you is an amateur, and you will take the antidote|pill again, and there will be no serious problems. Just don’t move your true energy for a few days, otherwise you may hurt your meridians and hinder your future practice.”

Yan Tong said: "Thank you."

Fang Qingci stood up from the bed, squatted down, brought the pot of black blood that Yan Tong spit out to the table, then moved a chair and sat in front of Yan Tong, "Come on, lie down, I'll wipe your face Some medicine."

Yan Tong said in a low voice: "Don't bother. Mr. Fang is willing to save me, it is already a surprise... Cough, cough, there is a fight in Qipanzhai, I showed Mr. Fang a joke, but Mr. Fang should leave early , otherwise...otherwise that, the brothers below don't understand the rules—”

Fang Qingci looked at him and smiled: "You think I dare not?"

"I... I didn't mean that."

"That's it." Fang Qingci moved the chair and adjusted it to a suitable angle, "Lie down and don't move around, or you will be disfigured, don't rely on my inexperienced medical skills."

Yan Tong turned to look at him, "There may be chaos here in a few days, if Qingzhou Prefecture sends troops, your family—"

"You take good care of your injury." Fang Qingci pushed his head back, and said angrily, "I think you are pleasing to the eye, and I am willing to heal you. Who cares?"

Yan Tong: "..."

... Sure enough, miracle doctors have a bit of a strange temper, and martial arts novels do not deceive me.

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He didn't dare to disobey Miracle Doctor Fang's temper, so he could only lie motionless and let Fang Qingci rub the medicine on himself.

Fang Qingci first took a soaked white towel and carefully wiped off the wound medicine and blood stains on his face, then took out a box of ointment of unknown origin, and carefully applied the medicine along the scars on his face .

Yan Tong took a breath of cold air with a "hiss", clenched the bed sheet tightly, and cold sweat rolled out from his hair.

Seeing that Yan Tong was in severe pain, Fang Qingci talked to him to distract him: "Why did you get beaten up like this?"

Yan Tong smiled bitterly: "What else can I do? I was stabbed in the back."

Fang Qingci said: "That's right. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to hurt you." He shook his head again while speaking, "Then why do you hate you like this? You just hit your face, and the Qingzhou government doesn't hate you as much as he does .”

Yan Tong's eyes turned to his face, just about to answer, suddenly found that Fang Qingci's appearance of concentrating on giving him the wound medicine was so quiet and handsome that he was so lawless, he was stunned for a moment, and didn't answer that sentence.

Fang Qingci asked: "Huh?"

Yan Tong turned his eyes away and said: "...Hate me for ruining his future."

"That's really a deep hatred." Fang Qingci said while studying the wound on his face, "What did you do again?"

"I have never done it." Yan Tong said: "If I dared, my master would have beaten me to death. Also... I am sorry for the spirit of old general Ji."

When Fang Qingci heard the words "Old General Ji", he stopped in surprise, sat up straight and asked, "Ji Ren?"

Yan Tong looked at the ceiling and said: "I used to be his personal soldier. It's a pity...it's a pity..."

Fang Qingci helped him pick it up, and said softly: "It's a pity that heaven is jealous of talents, good people don't live long."

Before his death, Ji Ren was an important minister who held the military power of the Liao and Liao Dynasties. He guarded the borders like a fortress. Occasionally, he would take the initiative to attack by surprise, causing many northern barbarian generals to have a headache when they heard his name.It's a pity that General Ji was deposed by the emperor when he was 49 years old. He died of illness on the way back to Beijing and failed to survive the year of destiny.

Fang Qingci looked at Yan Tong again, and nodded: "No wonder the Qingzhou government has been unable to do anything about the Qipan village. The terrain of the Qipan village is good, and there are old generals from General Ji. It is strange that the group of idiots can move you .”

Yan Tong knew that several members of Fang's family worked in Qingzhou, so it was not easy to ask more questions after hearing his evaluation of Qingzhou officialdom.Fang Qingci didn't seem to want to mention Ji Ren too much, so he quickly skipped this section, and asked again: "Who in the Qipan village betrayed?"

Yan Tong shook his head, took a deep breath, sighed for a while, and shook his head again.

Fang Qing said: "It's okay if it's inconvenient to say..."

"It's nothing inconvenient." Yan Tong said suddenly: "I have blind eyes, and I believe in the wrong person."

Fang Qingci was taken aback, "What?"

Yan Tong said: "Shen Dingwen."

——After he said the name, it was like a knife stabbing hard into his heart, and he felt a heart-piercing pleasure.

Fang Qingci noticed his expression, and said in a low voice, "Isn't that your Yazhai husband...?"

Yan Tong wanted to sneer, so he let out a "heh", but found that he was laughing nondescriptly, so he shook his head again.

"Luo Hongmei, the leader of Qipanzhai, and Shen Dingwen, a scholar who sells paintings," Fang Qingci looked at him, shook his head, and said softly, "You don't know how many scholars who failed to pass the exam switched to selling paintings after the news got out. "

Yan Tong laughed, "It seems that I'm still a celebrity." He smiled forcedly, and after laughing, he finally couldn't say a word anymore, but his eyes suddenly hurt.

How could he forget the scholar who rolled up the paintings one by one in the room full of ink fragrance.

How could he forget which dog his heart fed.

He thought that meeting Shen Dingwen in that spring rain was a picture of a fairy accidentally dropped into the lower realm, but now he knows that only Shen Dingwen is a picture of a fairy, and he is just a mud splash on the picture.

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Fang Qingci suddenly said: "You lie down and let me have a look."

Yan Tong was stunned for a moment, and while doing so, he asked: "What?"

Fang Qingci didn't answer, and after he lay down, he threw off the quilt.

Yan Tong's upper body was immediately exposed, and he whispered, "It's cold!"

Fang Qingci put the quilt horizontally to his back, even tucked in the corners of the quilt, and then stretched out his hand to draw back his trousers to his knees.

Yan Tong was taken aback: "What are you doing?"

Fang Qing replied without raising his head: "I'll show you." After he finished speaking, he looked behind Yan Tong carefully, pulled back the quilt for him, and said with a straight face: "He doesn't know how to cherish you, You don't know how to cherish yourself? Let me ask you, do you often ride horses without taking a break after intercourse?"

Yan Tong told him the secret, his face turned a little red, he gave him a look and said: "I can't ignore the things in the village—"

"It's okay, after your intestines are broken, explain to yourself. If I were your master, I would have beaten you to death with Shen Dingwen." Fang Qingci stood up as he spoke, walked to the door, and just about to open it, Turning around suddenly, pointing at Yan Tong, he said: "You just lie there and don't move, wait for me to come back."

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