Prosperous Beauty System

Qi Xing noticed the traces of someone following behind him, and brought Ah Yan to the woods in the south of the city. The roads in this place are remote and difficult to navigate. The complicated and horizontal branches block the full sunlight, and only a little light and shadow dapple the ground.

Ah Yan followed behind Qi Xing, his long gown was cut by the bushes, his lips were pale, he walked with difficulty, his legs felt sore and trembling.

Qi Xing walked in front wearing strong clothes, his figure was as tall and straight as a pine, his face was cold, and his steps were leisurely, as if there was nothing in the forest that could stop him.

Ah Yan followed closely after a few steps, propping up the thick tree trunk to wipe the sweat off his forehead, his breathing was unsteady, he had walked from the south of the city to here, and he couldn't move anymore.

Suppressing the bitter and depressing feeling in his heart, Ah Yan raised his head and looked at Qi Xing who was a few steps away, only to see his cool and picturesque figure under the shadow of mottled trees, the black hair under the jade crown hanging neatly around his waist .

"I can't walk anymore."

Qi Xing stopped in his tracks, raised his head slightly and looked sideways, the narrow corners of his eyes looked coldly over, with a sense of oppression, "Trouble!"

Ah Yan sat down against the tree trunk, with his head bowed, his chest heaving and unsteady, his face turned pale, and he buried his head in his arms with some discomfort.

After a long time, the two went on the road again, and walked to a farmer's house at the foot of the mountain before dusk.Qi Xing knocked on the door and expressed that he wanted to stay for one night. Although the farmer had a look on his face, he still let the two of them stay.

There is no spare room in the farmer's house. After eating, Ah Yan followed Qi Xing back to the room, and the two had nothing to say the whole way.

"Clean up and come back!" Back in the room, Qi Xing threw the bundle on the bed to the young man, and walked out of the courtyard against the moonlight, not knowing where he was going.

Ah Yan hugged the bundle in his arms, clenched his fingers tightly, the amber pupils in his eyes gradually faded, and his mind went blank for a moment before returning to normal.

Qi Xing walked not far away, and the hazy fog engulfed him whole. He walked along the mountain path for a long time, looked up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and then at the whirling tree shadows on the ground, and continued walking forward.

As the night grew colder, the barking of dogs in the yard stopped, and the dark room was suddenly lit with candlelight, and a smoky figure was reflected on the bright windows.

At this moment, the shadow of the moon is slanting to the west, the shadows of the trees are bright, and the misty mist envelops the mountain forest like a sea of ​​clouds. On the dark mountain road, there are dancing candles floating in the sky, and the flame-like colors are dotted in the darkness.

Holding the lantern, Ah Yan walked quickly, not daring to take a step back. The extinguished flame in the lantern made him unable to see the road ahead. He gritted his teeth and clutched his burden tightly, not letting himself show any timidity.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the fog finally thinned. Ah Yan raised his head and looked through the branches to the bright moon in the sky. The joy of being free soon came to his heart, and then he heard an unhappy voice behind him, three points and seven points cold.

"where are you going?"

Ah Yan's footsteps stopped, the coldness and powerlessness in his heart made his eyes stained with water vapor, his nose was sore, he sighed, "Qi Xing, I have no enmity or grudge with you, you let it go me."

The atmosphere was condensed, and no one spoke in the darkness.

A slender and cold figure walked out of the mist, and that person came behind Ah Yan with gentle steps, with a sense of oppression in his steps, "Where are you going?"

Ah Yan tightened his burden and suppressed the trembling in his heart, "Where I go is none of your business?"

An icy breath appeared behind him, Qi Xing's eyes were dark and blazing, and the frost on his face was like a glacier that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. He lowered his head and whispered softly in the young man's ear, "It has nothing to do with me. As I said, I I have an appointment with Song Rin to send you to a safe place."

Having said that, he sneered, his expression extremely gloomy, "At that time, it has nothing to do with me whether you want to seek death or do other things."

Qi Xing's voice was as cold as jade beads falling into a plate, and as pleasant as the gurgling of spring water. When there was no ups and downs in the voice, it was icy cold. Ah Yan's body tensed when he heard it, and he said indifferently, "Okay, now, come back with me."

Ah Yan didn't expect that in just half an hour, he returned to the farmer's house again.

The young man knew in his heart that once a person like Qi Xing escaped and was caught by him, he would never have a chance in the future.He sat in front of the window, looking at the bright moon in the night sky, feeling extremely desolate in his heart.

At this moment, he completely cut off the idea of ​​returning to the village.

In the middle of the night, the flames elongated the figure reflected on the wall, and the room was dim.Qi Xing put the sword on the bedside, and was about to extinguish the candle and fall asleep, when he paused, his eyes fell on the sleeping boy who was curled up on the bed.

He looked at Ah Yan quietly for a long time, then turned his head and blew out the candle, and fell asleep beside the young man.

The sky is a bit gloomy, and the drizzle in April is like a poetic and picturesque town shrouded in misty rain.The small bridge is flowing, the willows are swaying, the boats are parked on the river, the fog and rain are hazy, it is as drunk as ink painting, the writing is strong, and black and white are distinct.

This lingering rain has been falling for several days, and there are not many pedestrians on the street. Qi Xing was forced to stop in the small town. He leaned against the small carved window in the south of the Yangtze River, and his eyes stayed on the foggy stone bridge outside the window, and then moved away. line of sight.

"How is he?" The cold voice was lowered, and the cold tone that was always calm in the past suddenly became more emotional. The young man stood by the bed, and instead of looking at the pale boy on the bed, he looked at the person who was taking his pulse. The doctor spoke.

The doctor took the pulse, stood up with a dignified expression, looked at Qi Xing and sighed softly, "This young man is suffering from an old illness, and he hasn't taken good care of it. He has been tired and cold these days, and he just needs to cultivate. Time. The old man will write a prescription for the young master in a while, and ask the young master to grab the medicine quickly, so that the young master's cold air will not enter the internal organs."

Qi Xing lowered his head to look at Ah Yan on the bed with his eyes tightly closed and his lips pale, his eyes darkened, "Thank you, doctor."

After the doctor finished writing the prescription and handed it to Qi Xing, he picked up the medicine box and left. When he walked out of the room, he couldn't help turning his head and said, "He suffered from frostbite a few years ago, and his vitality in his body was greatly damaged. Worrying about life."

Qi Xing thanked the doctor again, and sent him to the door of the inn, watching the doctor's leaving back from a distance with cold eyes.

The fine rain falls on the bluestone slabs, pedestrians are in a hurry, and a person is holding a bamboo-green oil-paper umbrella, coming across the stone bridge, in the hurried streets, he is like a clear stream, like a small boat Li Qiushui above.

The young man under the umbrella couldn't see clearly, but the hand holding the oil-paper umbrella was slender and white, revealing only the graceful pointed chin. People are so cold.

The young man crossed the street, stopped in front of the pharmacy, put away his umbrella and stood it outside the door, and walked in with his long sleeves shaking.

"Young Master Qi?" There was a surprised voice behind him.

Qi Xing stood in front of the counter, and when he heard the voice, he looked sideways slightly, his eyes full of cold light were calm, but clearly reflected the embarrassment of the person who came.

It was a young man, only eighteen or nineteen years old, with a clear complexion, a long gown hanging wetly on his body, revealing a beautiful figure, he was looking at the cold man in front of him in surprise and embarrassment.

"Why did Mr. Qi come to Jiangnan?"

Qi Xing looked at him coldly, then lowered his head to look at the medicine that the shopkeeper took according to the prescription, without any intention of opening his mouth.

The young man bit his lip, as if he was used to being treated coldly by men, he sneaked a few glances at Qi Xing and blinked his eyelashes.

Ah Yan felt that his body was not his own, it was hot, scalding hot, his mind was muddled, confused as if his nerves were aching, and the sharp pain made his heart suffocate.

Countless fragments flashed in my mind, and finally stayed on the bright moon outside the window, the sea of ​​stars filled the sky, pear blossoms fell, and more than a dozen starbursts pierced the night sky and fell into the sea of ​​clouds.

"Qi Xing..." A weak voice came from the bed, the boy's soft tone was hoarse, as fragile as a cat on the verge of death.

Qi Xing walked over, helped Ah Yan up and lay on the bed, his eyes fell on his face with a slight smile, although the corners of the young man's eyes were still a little tired, but his pale face was no longer sick.

This was the first time he had spoken to himself since the two fell out.Qi Xing is cold and affectionate, but looking at Ah Yan's soft eyes at this moment, it seems that the contradictions and barriers between the two have been dissipated with the wind, and inexplicable emotions can't help but rise in his heart.

"How do you feel about your body?" He looked at Ah Yan, his voice was no longer cold, but softened.

Ah Yan smiled weakly, "It's much better, thank you for taking care of me these few days."

"I've boiled the medicine, and I'll drink it later after eating."

Qi Xing put a coat on Ah Yan, tucked in the bedding, and went downstairs to the inn kitchen.

Ah Yan watched him walk out of the room quietly, and leaned against the side of the bed limply, his heart was surging like a tide, with thousands of thoughts and words, finally he just closed his eyes and sighed.

Qi Xing walked down the stairs, paused in his steps, turned his head, his gaze fell on the half-opened window on the second floor, his expression slightly startled.The soft appearance of the boy sitting on the head of the bed with a pale face and smiling, is as delicate as the picture of him standing by the stream of peach blossoms falling when we first met.

The pictures overlapped, and Qi Xing narrowed his eyes and twitched his eyelashes, feeling that the smoky rain outside had no poetic feeling.

It was another gloomy weather, with continuous drizzle, the footsteps of two people walking on the bluestone slab, and the two elegant oil-paper umbrellas as poetic and picturesque were very close.

Passers-by passed by the two of them, and heard the young man's cautious voice, "Is that young master still recovering from his illness?"

The young man let out a "hmm".

"What did the doctor say?" The young man tightened the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, "I mean...why didn't Master Qi send that son to the hospital?"

Why... take care of yourself?

Obviously such a cold person.

Qi Xing looked cold, "You talk too much."

The young man's heart tightened, he bit his lips and said, "Isn't Mr. Qi busy with something important? Doesn't he be like this...won't he drag you down."

Qi Xing stopped in his tracks and looked at him coldly.

In the distance, the boats on the river were swaying, and the shadows of the mountains overlapped. Ah Yan sat in front of the window, watching the drizzle outside the window. The hazy rain fell on the street, and the pedestrians walking down the stone bridge were crowded with umbrellas.

He tightened the coat that was draped over his shoulders, and was about to close the window when his hand suddenly stopped, and his eyes fell on the two figures in front of the inn.

Bamboo-green oiled paper umbrellas, and elegant oiled paper umbrellas painted with plum blossoms, one on the left and one on the right, as if they were born this way.

Ah Yan lowered his trembling eyelashes, and suddenly felt that the weather had turned cold.