Green and black floating fragrance

Qi

Qingfeng limped and ran on the path, Yelu wet his ankles, it was icy cold.

Wuyue was taken home and locked up, while he was locked in the inner room by Aomine.

Maybe I should send Wu Yue back that day, maybe I should make a marriage first after that, but now, Wu Yue must be sent away!Qingfeng gritted his teeth, his lower back was in severe pain, just a slight movement, and he felt a large area of ​​burning pain and numbness.

He didn't have the ability to save Wuyue and take her away. After Qingfeng escaped from the house, his mind became chaotic, and he just moved with an instinctive force.

Qingfeng didn't know what road he was walking on, the dark forest was silent, only the rustling of grass blades - this road was dark and long, but he was suddenly not afraid, every swollen mark on his back was like a reminder He went faster, faster.

The leaves rustled, and Aomine raised his head blankly.

- Toon tree.

The familiar house was still lit with candles, and a sitting figure was gathered. The light through the paper door cast a layer of warm gold on the mud floor, as if it had warmed up.

Every muscle movement caused unbearable pain.Qingfeng climbed up the toon tree, squatted down and pinched his ankle, he held his breath for a while, raised his head and let out a few breaths, Qingfeng moved his numb calf; But feel comfortable.

No matter how careful he was today, his heavy hands and feet still made noises on the roof. Qingfeng almost had no strength to think about what would happen if Dezong found out. He let out a long breath and jumped off the roof.

The two blades hurt as soon as they were pulled, Qingfeng's hands were limp and he couldn't use any strength, and he couldn't touch the ground smoothly with only his lower limbs.Qingfeng barely supported the ground with his hands, but he still rolled on the ground, his back was crushed by the gravel a few times, causing him to bend his waist in pain.

The clogs sounded from far to near, Qingfeng wanted to stand on the ground, but his hands didn't listen to him. He felt that he had raised his face, but in the eyes of others, it was only a slight movement of the side of his face.

The light green trousers are already standing in front of his eyes:

"...Mr. Qingfeng?"

Heizi pursed his lips and lifted the hunting clothes on Qingfeng's body. The rough linen rubbed against the bruises, and some bloody places were already stuck to the clothes. The little flower knife on it.

The neatly trimmed gardenias on the low table gave off a sweet smell, and only one was close to the futon. Although the flowers were full, the stems were cut too large, and even half of the leaves on it were cut off, which was already a waste of repair.

Heizi lit the stove, put the flower knife into the cauldron and burned it.There were not many medicines for wounds in his room, most of them were used to treat wind evils and burns. After searching for a long time, he only found a small box of ointment for reducing swelling and blood stasis, which was left when Emperor Dezong punished him on his knees.

He didn't know the principles of medicine, so he didn't dare to cook several dishes at the same time for Qingfeng to eat. He touched Qingfeng's forehead to burn it, and picked out a pair of fried dishes to reduce fever.Qingfeng's hunting clothes could no longer be worn, so Heizi carefully lifted them off bit by bit, and when the ones stuck badly, he used flower scissors to make a hole.

Even though it was so gentle, Qingfeng still gasped and was about to get up. Heizi realized that he was awake, and put his hand on the uninjured part of his shoulder, "Qingfeng-jun, don't move yet."

It was only then that Qingfeng realized that most of his clothes had been taken off, and the bruises were all exposed. He was a little embarrassed for a moment, why did he run over in a daze, and let Heizi see this embarrassment?Immediately, he thought of May, who was locked up, and felt bored for a while, and wanted to sit up even more.

With the cold flowers clipped on his back, Heizi slightly raised his voice: "Mr. Qingfeng, don't move."

Qingfeng lay back on his stomach again, he was irritable and embarrassed, so he had no choice but to put his arms under his chin.The flower scissors cut the hunting clothes, and occasionally touched a swollen mark, which made him groan.Moisture rose from the wind stove not far away, and Heizi warned again: "Don't move."

Holding the ladle, Heizi knelt down beside him again, covered it with a slightly hot towel, Qingfeng said "ah", Heizi still wiped it carefully, and then whispered: "Enough."

Before Qingfeng could react, another hot thing stuck to it, quickly tore off the remaining hemp, and cut open the bruise.

"Hiss—!"

Qingfeng's face was pale, and beads of sweat immediately rolled down. Heizi's hand kept cutting, and immediately cut another place, squeezing out pus and blood. Qingfeng buried his face in his hand, and bit the back of his hand hard.

When Heizi finished, Aomine was already in a cold sweat, and Kari Hakama was also wet.Heizi wiped him again with a hot towel.The ointment found was not enough, and Heizi couldn't go out to get it, so he had to pick the place that looked heavy and apply it first, but at a glance, Qingfeng's back was covered with bruises, Heizi tightened the hand holding the ointment, and finally tried his best with his fingers Apply a thin layer all over.

He sat at the side, watching Qingfeng drink the bowl of medicine quietly, leaving only the medicine dregs at the bottom of the bowl, and then lowered his eyes and opened his mouth.

"Aomine-kun, what happened?"

Qingfeng felt cold all over his body, and his five senses turned blank in an instant, like a basin of ice water pouring over his head, freezing even the pain in his body.

It is no exaggeration to say that it was the most embarrassing time to come to Heizi in a daze with whip marks all over his body; he once told him about his future dreams, but even Wuyue couldn't protect him.

Not to mention, it was my mother who beat it.

Embarrassed.

He remembered what Hei Sayanagi said insulting May, and clenched his fingers.

What happened in May was also caused by himself.

What if I sent her back then?What if I make a kiss first after that day?Wuyue whimpered and said that she wanted to leave, and the cry seemed to ring out again.

Qingfeng's eyes shifted to the medicine bowl on the side. In the countryside, wound medicine is also expensive. Most people get sick, and usually have a headache and brain fever by gritting their teeth to get over it. At the moment, his head is so dizzy that he can't lift it up at all. hands on lap.

The fingers of those hands were long and delicate, the fire from the hearth had not yet dissipated, the fire light was shining on the back of the hands, giving them a warm pearly color.He left some nails uncut, even though they were very short, they were still neatly arranged, and there was no hidden dirt, which made his fingers more beautiful.Qingfeng couldn't help but think of his hands. If the nails were short, they would always be a little black inside. Although they would be cleaner if they were longer, he didn't want to. He felt that it would look evil, and he insisted on cutting more with scissors every time. Some, several times bleeding.

Even if it's the most delicate girl in the village, her hands may not be as good-looking as Ah Zhe's, right?No scars can be seen, and no calluses can be found.

A person like Ah Zhe was locked up by Dezong, so what else could he do except feel a little lonely?No worries about food and clothing, everything is taken care of and prepared, maybe he can't think of any parents who would sell their children for their livelihood?

Qingfeng knew that he shouldn't think like this, but those malicious thoughts were churning in his mind, making him very irritable.

--no the same.

We are different.

So what if I tell you?So what if I don't tell you?You never imagined such a thing, did you?You can't understand these things at all, can you?

"Aomine-kun, can't you tell me?"

The sound of water droplets is annoying.

Qingfeng braced himself up, "Speaking of which, you--"

Heizi was looking at him.

His eyes were still so clean, so clean that it blocked Qingfeng's mouthful of anger.

"It's not that I don't understand anything." As if understanding what Qingfeng was thinking, Heizi grabbed Qingfeng's finger.

The skin at the tiger's mouth is not as tender as it looks, it seems to be covered with a layer of mollusk, there are raised calluses behind the knuckles of the thumb, index finger and middle finger, especially on the side of the middle finger of the right hand, just looking at it together not sure.

"I'm not a rich lady living in a boudoir, and I'm not ignorant of things. Maybe I can't help Qingfeng-kun, but at least I can be the one who listens."

Qingfeng developed a high fever because of the whipping, and got tired halfway through the talk, and Heizi could guess about the rest of the matter, so he stopped him and let him rest.

Qingfeng quickly fell asleep, but he was extremely restless. He wanted to turn over several times, but he hummed because of the pain in his back.Heizi was sweating profusely on his forehead, and his breath was thick and heavy. Heizi wanted him to sleep well and sweat, but seeing him like this, he boiled the medicine again and woke Qingfeng up.

He saw that Qingfeng was about to fall asleep after drinking the medicine, and was about to leave, when Qingfeng suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed him, "Azhe, where are you going?"

Heizi leaned down and stuffed his hands back into the thin quilt, "I'm going to find the teacher. The teacher is originally a retainer of the Daimyo Fujiwara family. If there is a maidservant, maybe there is a way."

"What?!" Qingfeng's voice suddenly rose when he heard that it was about Wuyue.

"You rest first, if you can, I will come back and tell you right away."

The momentary excitement passed, and Qingfeng hesitated again, "Azhe, what are you going to say? You and Wuyue don't know each other...the old man doesn't know us either..." The medicine he drank had taken effect, and Qingfeng's strong Resisting the drowsiness, his eyelids almost closed together, "Will the old man punish you again?"

Aomine heard Heizi answer vaguely "No", and then fell asleep.