Miao Jiangke

I don't know how long the consciousness has sunk, Qiu Yangui is like a driftwood in the water, drifting without support.

It wasn't until there was a sudden palpitation in his heart and a piercing pain in his chest that he couldn't help coughing twice, and gently lifted him up with one hand, and stroked his back.

A familiar cold fragrance lingered on the tip of the assassin's nose, but he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't remember it for a while.

Qiu Yangui frowned and opened his eyes, and what he saw was the loose clothes and the white chest looming.

"Are you awake?" A lazy and hoarse voice sounded from the top of his head, Qiu Yangui's originally dazed expression suddenly changed, and he woke up instantly.

He subconsciously wanted to retreat, but the big hands behind him easily trapped him, and Zuo Qingyue's displeased voice came, slightly sinking, "Don't die, don't move around."

Qiu Yan regained his composure, pursed his lips and raised his eyes, "...Young Master."

Zuo Qingyue looked impatient, but he still gently put the person down, and snorted from his nasal cavity, "En."

"Is master injured?" Qiu Yangui glanced worriedly at Zuo Qingyue, and spoke softly.

I haven't spoken for a long time, and my voice is still a little dry.

Zuo Qingyue lowered his eyes to cover up the strange emotions that flashed in it, did not respond, turned around and poured a glass of water for the assassin himself.

Seeing this, Qiu Yangui wanted to reach out to take it, but Zuo Qingyue didn't hand it to him, but carefully helped him up, the teacup was close to the assassin's lips, and slowly fed it in, "Open your mouth."

Qiu Yangui had no choice but to take a few sips in this position, and then stretched out his hand to gently push away. The pain in his chest spread, and fine beads of sweat soon oozed from his forehead, and he said in a low voice, "Thank you, sir. host."

"The matter of the Blood Pavilion has not yet been clarified." Zuo Qingyue said suddenly, without warning.

Qiu Yangui was startled, and immediately looked up.

But at this moment, the young master got up and turned his back to him, put the teacup on the table, and said casually, "You and I are just seeking the secret from the beginning, so why sacrifice your life to protect each other, isn't it contradictory?"

There are no windows in the house, and the incense rises, blurring the distance between the two.

The assassin looked at the young master's tall and straight back, his eyes turned from dazed to calm, and the coldness in his eyes dissipated, replaced by a soft light.

He was silent for a moment, and then he spoke slowly, with firmness in his tone.

"Assassins protect the lord, it's only right and proper."

"The young master clearly has a conclusion in his heart. If his subordinates were not willing to follow, why would he suffer such heart-pounding pain?"

There is nothing more sincere than this.

As if he didn't expect the assassin to be so straightforward, Zuo Qingyue's back froze, even the eloquent young master couldn't answer for a while, so he could only stand with his hands behind his back pretending to be profound, and remained silent for a moment.

"If there is a next time, it doesn't have to be like this."

Zuo Qingyue said in a low voice, "You'd better let yourself live longer."

"Huh? Young master..." Qiu Yangui didn't hear clearly, subconsciously wanted to ask.

Zuo Qingyue interrupted him, turned around and said with a smile, "When the storm is over, how about I take you back to Miaojiang?"

The assassin was slightly taken aback, but still replied, "Okay."

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Although the assassin didn't hurt his lifeblood, his vitality was also seriously injured. He was sometimes awake and sometimes fell into a coma. Recently, his face was morbidly pale.

But these were nothing to the assassin, and what made him even more terrified was that he vaguely felt that the young master seemed to have changed a lot.

All those bad words before seemed to be his dream. Recently, the young master not only keeps few words, but also hasn't scolded anyone for a long time.

not to mention.

His body was smelled of medicinal herbs, not only did the master not dislike him, he also stayed by his side.

Every night, I lay on his side, turned my back and fell asleep without saying a word.

Although the assassin was not quite sober, he could still feel the strangeness haunting him.

The Assassin's ability to recover is extremely strong. Speaking of which, he should be grateful for the cruel rules of the Blood Pavilion. Ordinary people are dangerously injured for ten days and a half months. The Assassin began to recover slowly in just a few days.

Qiu Yangui spent a few days in a daze in the pain before he regained consciousness.

The first sentence I heard when I opened my eyes was the young master's irritable tone.

"I asked you to prepare the tonic soup. Why hasn't it recovered in the past few days?"

Yingshi stood aside with a bitter expression on his face.

I said in my heart, master, is it so easy for you to treat the sword wound through the chest?

Old Mr. Lu Ming is already a rare genius doctor in the world, and the prescriptions are naturally top-notch. How can the master not understand the truth that he understands?

It's just that the young master seemed a little impatient.

Ying Shisi couldn't help taking a sneak peek at Zuo Qingyue. The young master has been a little weird recently, and he can't say why, but he seems to care too much about this assassin.

He has been by the young master's side since the time when Miao Jiang seized power in chaos, but the current situation is really the same.

Ying Shi couldn't figure out what the young master was thinking, his eyes glanced over the bed, he could only be secretly startled.

Could it be that the young master is serious about this assassin...

"Little Lord……"

The assassin's voice was hoarse and weak, interrupting Ying Shi's thoughts.

The two people standing looked at the bed at the same time, Qiu Yangui's lips were slightly white, and he was looking over with his head tilted.

Ying Shi was stunned for a while, and then he was ecstatic, but before he could take a step, someone beside him was striding towards the bed.

"Awake, do you feel unwell?" Zuo Qingyue sat on the edge of the bed and was about to hold the assassin's hand subconsciously. He only realized it when he met Qiu Yangui's clear eyes, and stopped his movements abruptly.

He patted the quilt as if nothing had happened, turned his head and gave Ying Shi a look, Ying Shi understood, and stepped back to give Qiu Yangui the decoction.

"Your subordinate is fine, I will trouble the young master these few days." Qiu Yangui struggled to sit up, he was just an assassin, not to mention occupying the master's bed, it was really awkward to talk to the master while lying down like this.

It's really outrageous.

But without waiting for him to move twice, one hand pressed on his shoulder, and sighed, "It's just not honest, just lie down and don't move."

Zuo Qingyue turned around and went to the medicine box to find the gauze and herbs, and then returned to the assassin, "Since you're awake, let's take the medicine first."

"No way, subordinate..." Qiu Yangui looked dazed, and hurriedly said, "Just ask Yingshi to help later, don't be in a hurry."

"Ying Shi went to make medicine for you, and the few hidden guards left behind are making soup, and Ying Liu has a task." Zuo Qingyue said slowly, as if he was short of people in Tunyun Pavilion, with an indifferent expression, " It's not that you haven't been there before, why are you panicking?"

Qiu Yangui still wanted to struggle, but Zuo Qingyue simply ignored him, tied him tightly with tencel, and began to change the dressing.

The technique was different from the teasing and sloppy previous times, this time it was unexpectedly gentle, even the tencel that bound the assassin was only clicked, it didn't mean any coercion, on the contrary, it seemed like a silent comfort , as if... being gently hugged by someone.

"The young master treats people so well." Qiu Yangui sighed sincerely, muttering to himself, did not struggle any more, and obediently stayed still, so that the young master could move easily.

Zuo Qingyue paused when he heard the words, and his voice was so faint that no emotion could be heard, but the usually assertive voice was slightly deep, which seemed a little low.

"No, it's just waiting for you."