Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

"Your Majesty, I am pleased with you."

In the room, Ming Sinian, who was serving Feng Changhuan's illness, trembled and almost knocked over the medicine bowl.

Seeing that the man's eyes were clear, and he didn't seem to be unconscious, he tentatively called out: "Master..."

"I heard it, it doesn't matter."

The man stretched out his hand to him, wanting him to help him sit up. Ming Sinian knew that even persuasion would be useless, so he simply granted his wish.

He waited on Feng Changhuan carefully, for fear of inadvertently aggravating his condition, he was struggling to ask something, but felt that it was difficult to say it.

"Are you worried about Ming Gong Shang winning favor, or are you acting and acting to empathize with each other?"

"I don't want Master to be in a bad mood because he is in a bad mood. You are not in good health and you are still recuperating. He took advantage of this time to push your nose on your face. Isn't it just to make you sad? Don't be fooled by him. You will only make you angry when you are angry. He's getting better."

Feng Changhuan was amused by his words, coughed a few times, and Ming Sinian covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, comforting him a little clumsily.

"Master, I am talking nonsense. Senior brother will not change his mind, and the prince does not really want to win people's love. Although I have many dissatisfaction with the royal family, I will not slander them because of personal grievances. Minggong Shang is a man of knowledge. Generally speaking, I think he... must have some difficulties."

He added, "Although Ming Gongshang is young, but he has a deep city, and he will not express his feelings easily. Maybe he is already planning to take risks."

"you mean……"

"During the days when you were away, Ming Gongshang kept working on the barrier to protect the city. It was rare for him to take a breath to discuss with Gou Wazi how to improve Xuan Jia. He often couldn't sleep for days and nights. For this reason, he is the master A level cultivator can't hold it, I'm worried..."

Just now when I said this, the door of the room was knocked open with a bang, and the two of them looked at the person who broke through the door with a blushing face in astonishment, it was Yu Fuchen!

"Did you hear..."

"..."

"He said he likes me. I'm very popular. You have a sense of crisis, okay? You're not afraid that I will be snatched away??!"

Seeing that the two of them were stiff and didn't dare to speak for a long time, Yu Fuchen also realized that he was stupid, closed the door after coughing, scratched his head and asked strangely: "Are...are you feeling better?"

"Is Your Majesty caring about the minister?"

"No... I'm just concerned about what's wrong with you, can't I!"

This person's temperament has changed drastically, and his behavior has become more domineering. How could he become so dishonest?What a shame!

Ming Sinian couldn't stand it anymore, he walked around Yu Fuchen with disgust on his face and wanted to run, but was grabbed by the sleeve by the latter before leaving.

"I have something to tell you later, go outside and wait."

With Ming Si Nian's disposition, he would have blown his hair out on the spot after hearing this before. He was not interested in the game of being an emperor, but he knew that the only person who could help them out of their predicament was Yu Fuchen.

After thinking about it, he suppressed his dissatisfaction and waited honestly outside the door.

This Xiangyu Fuchen really didn't know what to say when he was alone with Feng Changhuan, and he couldn't help but want to get close to him, so he fell into a dilemma.

Feng Changhuan covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and when he saw Yu Fuchen approaching intentionally, he immediately stopped him.

"Don't come here! This disease is contagious, even if you don't die, you will be tormented, don't ask for trouble!"

Yu Fuchen was stunned for a moment, and immediately took a step forward to show respect.

"I'll come, see if you can control me?"

"you……"

Feng Changhuan was already ill, and Yu Fuchen was so frightened that he patted his chest to let him breathe.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, I don't want you to carry it alone... After all, I am half responsible for this matter. If you stop Longque, you won't suffer so much. I feel sorry for you... "

As soon as the words came out, even he was shocked.

My heart hurts... Yes, seeing him like this, my heart was indeed in pain, and at the same time, there was a distant and vague voice in my head, wanting to wake up his sealed memory.

The piercing pain made Yu Fuchen dazed for a moment, as long as he closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to see a man with disheveled hair, tortured to the point where his body was covered in blood, and he couldn't help but say something.

The voice was so far away that I couldn't make out the pronunciation of the characters.

In the haze, Yu Fuchen wanted to push away the mist that surrounded the man, he reached out to touch the nothingness, and got closer to see exactly who broke into his dream.

It wasn't until the layer of ice was covered that Yu Fuchen realized that the person sealed in the thin ice...was actually himself.

what a nightmare...

When he woke up suddenly, the man was still there.

Feng Changhuan was afraid that his own disease would infect him, so he took a veil to cover his mouth and nose, leaving only one reddish eye exposed.

When Yu Fuchen saw it, he stretched out his hand involuntarily, stroked his right eye covered by the bandage, and pulled him closer.

"Let me hug you again..."

He was pillowed on Feng Changhuan's lap, with one hand around the man's waist and the other pinching the man's chin, but he felt a sense of resistance.

Feng Changhuan still didn't want to hurt him, and backed away with evasive eyes, but he heard Yu Fuchen's voice was hoarse, and he closed his eyes and said softly: "Your eyes are very beautiful, let me kiss..."

Feng Changhuan bowed his head and got closer, Yu Fuchen brushed his drooping messy hair behind his ears, hugged him, and pressed him to his heart.

"Just now, I seem to have had a nightmare."

"But woke up?"

"Cough... I dreamed of a man with bruises all over his body... It seems to be me."

Feng Changhuan raised his eyes, saw his expression at the moment, and lay back on his stomach again.

"That's not you, at least, not who you are now."

"Don't you miss the past at all?"

"I said, I don't force it. If you remember it, you will continue the relationship. If you don't remember it, I will accompany you to start again. I don't mind, so why do you worry about it?"

Hearing what he said so calmly, Yu Fuchen felt sour in his heart.

To be able to say this kind of thing is either to be indifferent, or to be deeply in love.

He withdrew and let Feng Changhuan lie beside him. The two were so close that they could clearly see the subtle changes in his expression.

Yu Fuchen asked: "Do you love me?"

The man smiled without saying a word.

"How did I treat you in the past?"

"Die to protect me, twice."

"But I think you paid far more for me than that."

"I don't remember what I did for you, I only know that you love me."

Ming Si Nian waited outside for a long time but did not see Yu Fuchen coming out, so he knew that the two of them were loving each other again, so they avoided each other.

He was afraid that those who had been in contact with Feng Changhuan would also get sick and infect others indirectly. Seeing Buyinlou coming to look for him, Ming Sinian hurriedly waved his hands to stop that person from coming forward.

"Let's talk here if you have something to say, but what happened?"

Bu Yinlou showed distress, "Xuan Nan is ill."

"what?!"

He never expected that the person who was poisoned next was the seemingly unscrupulous demon monk. Ming Sinian immediately followed Bu Yinlou to search for him.

Bai Zhezhou was in a state of dismay, but he had suffered internal injuries and was unable to relieve the man's injuries. He ignored the blood stained by the man's vomit and stained his white clothes, and rushed into the room with the man in his arms.

The movement disturbed the people who had taken refuge in the inner courtyard, a few people immediately spread the news after seeing Xuannan's tragic situation, and there was a lot of discussion, causing people to panic.

Fortunately, Xuannan was still conscious at this time, he used his internal energy to heal the injuries in his body, and with trembling hands, he grabbed the corner of Bai Zhezhou's clothes with difficulty, as if he wanted to say something.

"You... Bai..."

"Eminent monk, don't need to say too much, you just need to rest in peace and recuperate, and leave the rest to me. Did you hear me, I won't allow you to have anything to do!"

Xuan Nan smiled.

In the past, he didn't know what it was, and laughed at the idiotic men who resented their love for their women, and he just thought it was ridiculous.

Now that he is about to die, he feels that besides the injury, the pain that binds him, makes him suffer, and suffocates him comes from his heart.

"Xuannan! Don't laugh! You can live so why seek death, sober up!!"

Even as gentle as Bai Zhezhou, he would be pissed off by his temper, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him up from the bed, only to pour cold water on him to wake him up.

Xuannan's blurred vision was difficult to focus, and he managed to see his expression clearly, but he was taken aback.

It was the first time he saw Bai Zhezhou whose eyes were red and full of grief and indignation, he gritted his teeth and stared at him, holding back his words of blaming him but refused to say.

As gentle as him, how can he speak ill of others.

XuanNan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, wanted to pat the man as a comfort, but found that his hands were stained with blood, rubbed on the monk robe, it was still not clean, so he had no choice but to give up.

He wanted to say: Don't worry, the little monk has the demonic skills as his foundation, and he will never die from such trivial skills.

When the words came to his mouth, he was blocked in his throat by the gushing blood.

He couldn't say...he couldn't do it.

"Xuannan! Xuannan!! Don't scare me, I won't touch you anymore, don't die...don't die..."

Bai Zhezhou hurriedly carried him back to the bed, and turned to Ming Sinian again for help.

The Immortal Doctor of Donghai sighed, took out his jade flute and was about to send people away when he heard a commotion outside the door.

Bai Zhezhou heard the sound and went out, but saw Yu Fuchen standing in front of the door, flicking his fingers to beat back a group of people.

Take a closer look at these people holding shovels and picks in their hands, with thick cloths covering their faces, and trembling forward, obviously they are afraid of something, and they have no choice but to take risks.

It seems that in the eyes of these people, the things they fear are far more terrifying than Yu Fuchen who might fight.

Seeing that these people were only slightly punished, but these people still refused to let go, Yu Fuchen gave an extremely impatient "tsk".

"What the hell is going on with you? You have to tell the bottom line while you are in danger. What good does killing him do to you?"

A young man held his pickaxe in front of him and shouted: "He is the root of disaster! He is the source of plague! Only by burning him to death can everyone live!!"

"Exactly! If you let him...if you let him spread the disease, then he will not be the only one who will die!!"

"The big guys have the old and the young, and if there is no pillar, the whole family will starve to death. It's better to die as a monk and save everyone!!"

Yu Fuchen was still planning to hear what fallacies these mobs had to say, when suddenly he saw a white shadow flashing past him.

Bai Zhezhou held down the speaker's head with one hand, and suddenly knocked him down, making him unable to speak a word.

"It's not people who are saved... how can we save people!!"

The author has something to say: the JQ of Xuannan and Bai Zhezhou has signs.