Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

"Master, it's getting cold, go back to your room to rest earlier, if he comes back, I will wake you up."

Feng Changhuan sat in front of the deserted temple, his injured leg was trembling faintly, his face was pale and gloomy, and he couldn't listen to half a word.

He has been like this since Yu Fuchen left, regretting that he should have looked coldly at that person, stayed at his place day and night, and even declined the kindness of Ming Palace Merchant.

"No, just wait here."

Seeing that he didn't listen to persuasion, Ming Si Nian made ginger soup to warm him up, and he didn't forget to say: "If I had known this before, why did you drive him away?"

"My skills have been broken and I have become useless. I can't protect him anymore...I can't watch him die for me."

"But Master, have you ever thought that your original intention of giving wishful thinking is good, but the ending may not be as you wished. Now that he no longer needs your constant protection, why not try to accept being protected by him? Give him a chance, Master My lord, he has been looking forward to it for a long time."

"But... I am the master, how can I let him..."

"The chicks are strong and able to fly, but they feed back with food. Master, let go of your arrogant self-esteem. It is not shameful to be protected. Watching a wolf cub raised by one hand show its sharp teeth to others, it only shows tenderness. Giving it to you is also something to be proud of. You have worked hard for him for two lifetimes, it's time to rest."

Ming Si Nian smiled bitterly, while Feng Chang Huan was silent.

Holding the warm ginger soup in his hand, he watched the rising water vapor with lowered eyes. He didn't look directly at his apprentice's unbearable situation at the moment, and said in a hoarse voice: "You must have suffered a lot these days to have such an enlightenment."

"It was I who made mistakes first, and deserved to be punished, but Master, who easily accepted me as a traitor, I..."

Daju is a proud and arrogant master. Even if his temper has been exhausted in recent days, he still has a self-defense instinct that does not want to touch the pain.

He turned his head away, not looking at the person, Feng Changhuan didn't force it, he didn't understand, so he said in a low voice: "You should hate me, there must be an end to what happened back then, I won't blame you."

After scooping up a spoonful of warm soup and bringing it to his mouth, he suddenly raised his eyes, handed the porcelain bowl back to Ming Sinian and got up, obviously being restrained by the waist and leg injuries, he insisted on going out as if he had a sense of induction.

The latter rushed to help him, and persuaded him not to be cared about, but the man continued to walk stubbornly until a vague figure appeared at the end of the long road.

"Stop! It's him, bring him back quickly!"

The person in the distance also saw the two of them, and made a reluctant smile, couldn't bear the pain any longer, and fell to the ground slumped.

Yu Fuchen's consciousness was still clear, but he lost too much blood, his hands and feet were numb and he couldn't control himself.

If it was possible, I would kneel at that person's feet right now, hug the master's waist to make amends, and he would not let go until he calmed down.

Looking at the dried and darkened blood on his hand, Yu Fuchen regretted that he was too depressed at this moment, which would only increase that person's worry.

But he can't stop...

His vision gradually became clear, but the wound under his abdomen was still hurting.

Yu Fuchen felt himself being hugged in someone's arms, his cheek was caressed by a cold hand, and the ethereal voice gradually entered his ears.

"...Xingzhi, wake up, you are not allowed to have anything to do, Master is not allowed to have anything to do with you!!"

He leaned on Feng Changhuan's shoulder, cold as usual, but extremely at ease.

A drop of crystal fell on his face, bringing wetness and coldness, Yu Fuchen wiped away the tears in the corner of the man's eyes, and said with a smile: "Master, you...don't cry, I'm afraid I can't coax you well."

"Idiot! I don't want you to coax me, and I don't want you to be busy!!"

He pretended to be fierce, but when he spoke, he was crying.

Yu Fuchen had no choice but to give in and said: "Okay, okay, master, how dare I have something to do, I still have to save my life to be taught by you."

"Don't talk nonsense! You got hurt all over the place, and you're ashamed to come back and see me!"

"Master, you forgot. I was bullied in the past, and you always beat me back. Now, if you are injured and humiliated, how can I just ignore it?"

He moved his body, with a glimmer of light in his chest, holding the Putuo lotus petals that he had sacrificed half his life for in the palm of his hand, as if he had finally saved the life that was about to disappear like a flying flower.

"Stupid, stupid... just forget about being stupid! Do you think I will feel sorry for you? You are doing it yourself, you are doing it yourself, you...why are you working so hard for me..."

The aura of the elder who tried his best collapsed in an instant, and he had endured it for many years. The grievances that were suppressed in his heart flooded like a tide, and Feng Changhuan fell on him and cried bitterly.

Yu Fuchen thought, this is the most real side of that person, without the violence after being controlled by the demon, and without the self-respect that he used to hold, it can even be said to be... pitiful.

However, seeing such a sight that can't be met, it's worth it to suffer from the claws of nothingness.

After all, Yu Fuchen's physique was much better than Feng Changhuan's, after being healed by Ming Sinian, he slept for a day and a night, and the wound began to scab and heal.

When he woke up, Feng Changhuan was standing by the couch, crying for an unknown amount of time with his red and swollen eyes, seeing that he was about to speak, he directly brought the soup to his mouth.

"The best thing is that you can't open your mouth, and you don't have to listen to you making fun of me."

"How can I, Master, I can't open my mouth in pain anymore."

"Then Weizhi will heal your wounds..."

Feng Changhuan got up in a hurry, limped to go, but was dragged back by Yu Fuchen's wrist, the strength was just right, so that the man fell into his arms unsteadily.

The two were so close, each other's breath was on their faces, it was hot.

Yu Fuchen said: "Master, it doesn't hurt that much, just kiss me."

"You and I……"

His face turned red in an instant, Feng Changhuan pursed his mouth and held his breath, holding back like a fat dolphin, at a loss for being molested, but also harboring a hint of urge to try the forbidden fruit.

It was rare to see this old ghost with a face as thick as a city wall showing embarrassment. Yu Fuchen took advantage of the gap and was about to place a light kiss on that man's lips when his movements suddenly stopped.

"you……"

"Usually, there will always be someone to disturb at this time."

As soon as the words fell, the door of the room was ruthlessly pushed open, and the visitor was still shaking a folding fan in the cold weather, wearing gold and silver, and his face was full of spring breeze.

"I heard that you were killed when you went out. I came here to see if you are alive..."

Ming Gongshang entered the door carelessly, seeing the ambiguous posture of the two, he put his legs back into the door with a blank expression, closed the door silently, and turned to the entourage behind him: "Is there a fire?"

"Your Highness?"

"I want to burn this couple of dogs..."

"..."

Ming Gongshang came here to make amends because he heard that Yu Fuchen was injured and had not been able to persuade Feng Changhuan to live in Snow Misty City.

Seeing that Yu Fuchen was in a very unhappy mood, he said something pleasant: "To be honest, I failed to do what you entrusted, mostly because he insisted on staying here to wait for you. Since you will eventually return to this place instead of Xue Aicheng, isn't this a tacit understanding?"

These words made Yu Fuchen feel better, and following the previous promise, he took Feng Changhuan and went to Xuewu City with Ming Gongshang.

Xuannan, who had been quiet for a long time, was in a good mood, but Ming Sinian kept a cold face the whole time, and didn't communicate with others, just doing things in a muffled voice.

Earlier, Yu Fuchen had discovered that the relationship between him and Minggong Shang was subtle, and that they would treat each other as nothing if they were close at hand. Seeing that he was uncharacteristically without complaint, he was even more puzzled, and secretly asked Minggong Shang about it. : "Your looks and temperament are very similar, don't you have some relatives?"

The other party didn't shy away from it, and replied straightforwardly: "Reckoning, I want to call him brother, but I won't recognize him as brother."

"But didn't he say..."

"The family was destroyed, the family was in ruins, and the two younger brothers died. I am not that close to him, and it is not an exaggeration to count him as an enemy."

This answer made Yu Fuchen even more puzzled, he simply stopped meddling in other people's family affairs, and slept all the way in Feng Changhuan's arms.

When he arrived at the mansion of Young Master Ming, he was drooling in sleep and very comfortable, but Feng Changhuan's lower body was crushed unconscious, shaking with every step.

Since his waist and leg were injured and it was difficult for him to move around, Ming Palace Merchant offered his kindness and invited top-class craftsmen to build him a wooden wheelchair. Feng Changhuan himself was too thin-skinned to accept it, but Yu Fuchen accepted it all according to the order. I ordered the mansion to sit in another courtyard facing north and south just for the sake of that person's health and well-being.

Ming Palace Merchant had no objection to this, but the maids who were sent to serve on the left and right whispered: "Feng, Fengyue is not clean, my lord is still..."

"Won't it be good if it's not clean??"

"..."

Feng Chang sighed happily: "Alas... that's all, ghosts won't get on a fool's body, he's very safe."

But this is a prophecy.

On the night of staying in Fengyue Bieyuan, Xuannan chatted with Feng Changhuan while eating melon seeds, the latter was sipping ginger tea, looking peaceful, leaning lazily on the bed rail.

Speaking of Yu Fuchen's first suicide when he was young, Xuannan pretended to be a ghost to guide him, but in the end he abducted him into a wrong path. Since then, he has deeply misunderstood this.

"You shouldn't have sent him to the Buddhist sect back then. There are Buddhist monks who eat fast and recite scriptures everywhere. If the little monk is not in the Buddhist sect, you must take him to the flower building every day, and take him to taste the meat..."

Feng Changhuan glared at him, Xuannan stopped his voice immediately, and said calmly: "Speaking seriously, after reuniting with you, he has changed a lot compared to before. I feel that your attitude towards him has also changed, don't you?" ..."

"No! You shut up!!"

Fearing that the monstrous monk would say inappropriate words, Feng Changhuan was furious and blushed silently.

As clever as Xuan Nan, one can naturally see the romance in it.

"There's nothing wrong with it. The monk thought that he risked his life to take the order to get the Putuolian. Apart from his eagerness to save people, he also had the urge to be recognized. The apprentice is so proactive, you, as a master, don't let him down." Bar?"

"Do you tube……"

When we chatted to the top, we heard a commotion outside the house, among which the woman's exclamation was the loudest.

"Ah—haunted! Ghost upper body——!"

Can't help but say, Ming Si Nian crashed into the room, scared Feng Changhuan took a sip of ginger tea, and came face to face, Daju didn't feel disgusted, threw himself on the bed and shouted:

"Master, Master!! Something big happened!!!"

The author has something to say: somehow the timing of one chapter has changed to 0000 of no account, so two changes today.

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