Jinghong knife

Chu Hanyang slept for a long time, when he slowly got up from the bed, his face was not as ugly as before, but there was still a trace of paleness.

"Qing Ming." He called softly.Then I heard someone breaking into the house.

"Did I sleep for a long time? It's even dark. Go and hold the lamp."

Chu Hanyang frowned, took out a coat from the side of the bed and put it on his body.

No one answered him, and there was an eerie silence in the room.

Qing Ming's hands couldn't help but began to tremble slightly.

The sunlight in the room was bright and dazzling, and the face of the person sitting on the bed was picturesque, but those clear eyes were dead and without any brilliance.

"Master..." Qing Ming's voice was hoarse, but he didn't say anything after calling out.

Chu Hanyang was stunned for a moment, and then fell silent. After a while, he covered his face and laughed mockingly: "I can't see anymore, can I?"

"My lord! What's going on here?" Qing Ming asked anxiously, a trace of anxiety appeared on his usually calm face, and his eyes were a little red.

He had just finished speaking, and then realized that he had gone too far, and immediately knelt on the ground to apologize.

"Get up. It's nothing. It's just a recurrence of the old injury from earlier years. Don't be surprised."

Chu Hanyang's expression was indifferent. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the butler, Uncle Sun, knock on the door outside.

"Second son, the eldest son is here."

"Okay, tell Big Brother to wait, I'll come right away." Chu Hanyang replied calmly, as if nothing happened.

"Help me change my clothes and take me to meet my eldest brother."

"Yes."

Qing Ming replied in a low voice, his eyes were gloomy, how could he not see that this person was no longer the energetic and dazzling young man back then.

He has lost a lot of weight, less arrogance and wantonness, but full of fierceness and deepness. After all, he is late...

Chu Hanyang let Qing Ming lead him to the front hall, and he didn't say a word all the way.

Because there was no light in his eyes, he couldn't see what was going on in this person's heart.

What was peacefully unseen was not himself at all.

"Second brother, what's wrong with your eyes?"

Chu Zhangyang, the eldest son of the Chu family, has good features and good looks, but he is not as delicate as Chu Hanyang, but more composed.

If it weren't for the smoldering prey hidden in his eyes all the time, he would be a handsome young man of an aristocratic family.

"It's nothing. I hurt my eyes a bit from reading these days. It will be fine after a while."

Chu Hanyang was supported by Qingming to sit on the chair, and then waved his hand to signal him to back down.

Chu Zhangyang twitched his brows, took a deep look at Chu Hanyang, then shook his head, and reproached him: "You are too old, and you don't know how to pay attention to it on weekdays. Later, I will send someone to send some nursing care. The medicine for the eyes, you have to take it on time."

"Well, thank you, big brother. I don't know why big brother came to see me today?" Chu Hanyang smiled faintly.

Chu Zhangyang looked at him and smiled helplessly: "Could it be that I can't come to see you because I have nothing to do? However, I really have something to do today.

Yangliu Villa sent disciples to compete with the people from Jue Dao Valley.Father agreed.

You also know that my martial arts are too far behind yours, and you still have to do this kind of thing after all.It's just your eyes..."

Chu Hanyang was stunned for a moment, as if a little surprised, a trace of worry flashed across his brows, and then he pursed his lips, as if he didn't care.

"It's okay, I just can't see clearly, who is the other party?"

Chu Zhangyang sighed and said, "Liao Hanzhuo"

Liao Hanzhuo, the heir of Yangliu Villa, once defeated Old Man Gu Zhu, No. 16 on the Jianghu master list, with Fufeng swordsmanship.

A master among the younger generation.

"Second brother, are you really okay? Don't try to be brave."

Chu Zhangyang glanced at Chu Hanyang meaningfully, and spoke the last few words a little slowly.

Chu Hanyang tightened his right hand, pursed his lips, and then tried to squeeze out a nonchalant smile.

"It's nothing. It's just a small problem. Maybe I'll be fine tomorrow after a night of rest.

Yangliu Mountain Villa seems to be suppressing Judao Valley intentionally or unintentionally these years, and this time the comers are probably not good. Father should also want to use this opportunity to give them a warning.

Don't worry, I don't care about a Liao Hanzhuo. "

Chu Zhangyang took a deep look at him, and smiled slowly: "That's fine."

After sending Chu Zhangyang away, Chu Hanyang let out a long breath, lowered his eyelashes slightly, and just stood up, but his figure was shaken, and before he fell down, there was another person beside him, who supported him steadily .

"My lord, do you need me to invite a doctor?" Qing Ming asked with some concern.

Chu Hanyang didn't deliberately hide it from him, he could feel that Chu Hanyang's condition was not good, not only his eyes, but also his body had problems.

Although it is not obvious on the surface because of the support of internal strength, the foundation is obviously already very weak.

Chu Hanyang shook his head, without any expression on his face: "Don't disturb anyone."

At this time, the more oppressive he is, the more aggressive he is, the more some people will think that he is trying to be brave.

How can ghosts act without exposing their own weaknesses?

At night, Chu Hanyang woke up suddenly in the middle of his sleep, his clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and he dreamed of that night again, it was raining and cold to the bone.

"Qingming! Pour me a glass of water...don't put any tea leaves."

Compared with tea, white water made him feel safer, at least it wouldn't cover up some other flavors.

Qingming frowned, watching the person on the bed with his eyes slightly closed, drank a glass of white water with trembling hands, but his face was still so ugly.

He has been here for three days, and this is the third time the Lord has had a nightmare.

He didn't know what happened to the Lord during those years he missed, but he could see that the Lord was in a bad state.

After waking up, Chu Hanyang couldn't sleep anymore, he wanted to force himself to fall asleep.

However, he only felt that his hands and feet were cold, and that chill always reminded him of something he wanted to forget.

Just when he was upset and irritable, he couldn't control the tyranny in his heart, he suddenly smelled a fragrance.

He froze for a moment, sniffed his nose lightly, um, the smell of sesame paste...

Chu Hanyang got up from the bed with a sullen face, and pulled off the bed curtain, and someone brought a bowl of warm food in front of him.

"Master didn't eat last night, eat something before going to sleep."

Chu Hanyang smelled the stewed fragrance, he wanted to open his mouth to refuse, but he nodded uncontrollably.

Seeing that Chu Hanyang didn't intend to take it by himself, Qingming tried to take a spoonful, blew on it, and sent it to the man's lips after making sure the temperature was just right.

After seeing the man obediently opened his mouth to swallow, a gentle smile flashed across Qing Ming's eyes.

The rich and smooth taste permeated the entire mouth, Chu Hanyang let Qingming feed a whole bowl of sesame paste one mouthful at a time with no expression on his face, and then wiped his mouth carefully before rinsing his mouth and lying down again .

When he lay down again, his stomach was warm, and his mind was filled with the aroma of sesame paste, and he didn't know where he had forgotten the things that made him irritated before.

At that time, he thought that if one day Qing Ming wanted to leave, for the chestnut soup that day and the sesame paste this time, maybe he could spare his life.

Seeing Chu Hanyang gradually falling asleep, Qing Ming quietly left with the empty bowl without making any sound.

This night Chu Hanyang slept soundly, and his dream was full of the fragrant smell of sesame paste, which was also rare, and he woke up this morning after sleeping till noon in the past.

The uncontrollable sleepiness in my mind also eased, and I was much more awake.

He called Qing Ming to help him change his clothes, and felt that the man was seriously putting on his belt. Chu Hanyang seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly sneered.

"The dignified Qiying, who killed me, came to me and started working as a servant. Qing Ming, did you feel wronged?"

Qing Ming carefully put on the underwear for him, because Chu Hanyang suddenly turned his head, the collar suddenly crooked, revealing a section of his white and slender neck.

Qing Ming lowered his eyes, his face was as calm as water, straightened his collar, and teased him carefully.

"My subordinates are willing."

He put on a crow blue belt for Chu Hanyang, and seeing the thin and flexible arc formed by the color, Qingming's eyes became darker.

Chu Hanyang raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and smiled without saying a word.

During the past few days of getting along, he has already found that Qing Ming is extremely taciturn. If he hadn't asked him aloud, this person might not even say a word for a whole day.

Really dull like a gourd.

Qing Ming led him to the back garden, where several people were already waiting there.

"Second brother! Second brother, you are finally here!"

Chu Xiangyang, the third son of Chu, walked over quickly when he saw Chu Hanyang's figure, but he was also stunned when he saw the pair of lost eyes, and then he said in surprise: "I heard elder brother say that you hurt your eyes while reading, I thought it was Big Brother teasing me, but I didn’t expect it to be true.”

He frowned and said worriedly: "That Liao Hanzhuo is quite powerful, second brother, why don't you compete with him another day."

Hearing this, Chu Hanyang's long eyelashes trembled, and finally drooped slightly.

"It's nothing. At that level, I can beat your second brother with my eyes closed."

Before the words fell, a man in a dark purple brocade robe was heard coming from not far away, and he raised his voice and said, "Mr. Chu's swordsmanship is superb, and I'm still thinking about your health in the next book. Let's fight again. It seems that I am worrying too much!"