The happy life of the devil and the devil

Of course, it is impossible to catch a fish and go back after running all the way to the Blackwater River.Starting with the head fish feast, the all-night feast lasted for three full days, interspersed with archery, wrestling, various martial arts competitions, and of course fishing.Every year, the warrior who catches the biggest fish single-handedly is routinely received and rewarded by the emperor in person. Every few years, a man from a poor background or even a slave will rise to the top of the sky.

"Steady and steady!—Pull!" On the ice far away, four tall horses lined up, and behind the horses was tied a thing that looked like a yoke or a wooden pole, and a heavy net was tied to it. .A group of more than a dozen people were holding the wooden poles, or pulling the bridles, and some were holding the net ropes, pulling them upwards desperately.Beside the ice cave and the horses, several men in black military uniforms of Xuanjiawei were nervously directing, and some even ran after them, taking charcoal to write something down.

"What are you doing?" Yuan Shao asked with interest.At this time, everyone else is eager to catch a big fish to show off in front of the emperor, but Xuanjiawei is dragged by people and drawn by horses. The fish, big and small, are clearly piled up on the shore, and they are still in a kind of turmoil. A way to change it, as if he was clearly focused on eating—"Could it be that the Black Water Department and the White Mountain Department are missing your food?"

"Let them learn to dig ice and fish." Ling Yucheng said in a relaxed tone, "What if when the winter happens to pass by here and they run out of food again? Just watch the fish in the river starve to death on the bank?" The soldiers he led, You can't do such a stupid thing!

"You..." Yuan Shao managed to hold back a long sigh without touching his forehead.Well, always pay attention to everything, maybe this is why Ling Yucheng can bring out this elite army and win wherever he goes. "Then what about catching these fish? I'm leaving in two days. Are you planning to drag them back?"

"How is that possible?" Ling Yucheng took it for granted, "Most of them must be sold to Heishuiwei—and I can't eat so much. I must bring some with me. I will show the group of merchants when I go back. Selling well is also a way to make money, right?"

"...I didn't short you of your food and drink!"

Although one side is planning to let his subordinates compete with the surrounding chiefs in martial arts, the other side has to worry about making a living and making a fortune. The time when he went out to the bank of the Blackwater River and participated in the head fish banquet was really the most relaxing period in Ling Yucheng day.It is thousands of miles away from the capital, and the non-important official affairs cannot be handed over to his desk, and most of the military drills are taken care of by his subordinates. Because of the need to heal old injuries, Yuan Shao even forbids him to go outside in the wind and snow all day long. Instead of riding a horse, he is often forced to ride in the imperial chariot together, so as to save him from having to work hard on one side and just recovering a little bit, and then the wind and cold invasion on the other side will recur.

After a month of less thinking, less worrying and less labor, and people staring at the recuperation every day, Ling Yucheng himself felt that his body was much lighter.It is the ankle that always hurts for several days in the winter, but after day after day of massage and rubbing, it has never happened once.And the soreness, numbness and itching that penetrated deep into the bone marrow became less and less every night. During the last ten days of treatment, I could always feel a thin stream of heat spewing out from Yuan Shao's fingers and palms, slowly but firmly penetrating down along the meridians.

"It's much better..." During the interval of another treatment, Ling Yucheng leaned on the pillow and tried to calm his breathing, and answered Yuan Shao's question intermittently: "It should be a few days later, so you don't have to bother Your Majesty."

"Hundred muscles and bones, what do you think?" Yuan Shao sat on the bed beside him, poured some tiger bone oil into his palms, and was trying to rub his palms to warm them, when he heard that he slapped him hard on the back. Press: "What's more, it's still an old injury!"

"Ah! Hiss..."

It feels so good to be able to play the black hand openly.

Yuan Shao retracted his palms as if nothing had happened, and continued to rub his hands vigorously.The tent was warm, Ling Yucheng's freshly washed hair was still wet, small drops of water rolled down from the shoulders, gathered bigger and bigger, and then dripped down along the depression in the spine.Yuan Shao's gaze unconsciously followed the round drop of water, watching it finally disappear at Ling Yucheng's waist, for some reason, he suddenly wanted to follow the trail of that drop of sweat to continue looking.

The candlelight flickered, the skin that had just been smeared with medicated oil was as delicate as silk satin, but the muscles wrapped under it were full of strength. Even though Ling Yucheng had tried to relax as much as possible, he had to use a lot of strength to press it down——Further down , the shoulders and back lines are clean and neat, the shoulder blades are gracefully stretched, and then narrowed into a beautiful arc at the waist, one of the concave lines with a slight arc across the entire vest, disappearing under the cover of clothes... Yuan Shao reflection Withdrew his hand violently, only to find that he had stretched out his hand unknowingly, and his fingertips almost followed the trace of the water droplets rolling down from the top.

It must be because I have been too idle recently... I have started to think wildly.Or did you eat something that got angry today?But recently there have been a series of big banquets, and wild game is served plate after plate. You must remember what you ate. It’s better to think that you didn’t eat any strange things. It’s faster...

Secretly glad that Ling Yucheng's back was facing him at the moment, Yuan Shao took a deep breath, put his hands on his shoulders, and began to activate his internal force as usual, forcing the medicinal power into Ling Yucheng's wound along the meridians and skin.The touch under the palm is as delicate and firm as ever, and the elastic muscles faithfully feedback his every movement. This is a treatment process that requires extremely high internal force control. I have been used to it for a month, but now the more I press it, the more I feel restless. impatient.

After finally finishing rubbing his shoulders, neck and back, Yuan Shao got up and poured a cup of herbal tea, and drank it in one gulp, only to feel that the restless breath had calmed down a lot.When he turned back to massage Ling Yucheng's legs and feet, he could only calm his mind and put all his mind on the operation of his internal force, and he didn't dare to think about it.

Well, such a long period of uninterrupted treatment is really beneficial. At least when the internal force is running in Ling Yucheng's body, most of the slight stagnation at the beginning has been eliminated, and Ling Yucheng sleeps much more at night. , No longer a slight movement will wake you up.It was the lung disease that Yang Qiu was most worried about before departure and almost prevented Ling Yucheng from making the trip. Since he left the customs, he had only coughed once or twice when the blizzard suddenly fell.

Perhaps it can be regarded as a surprise, Ling Yucheng has also become more and more relaxed.In the first few days, as long as he put his hands on his body, Ling Yucheng would definitely become stiff and straight. It would be useless to let him rack his brains. A massage for therapeutic purposes would often turn into a wrestling between the two sides.After half an hour, both of them were sweating profusely, and they had to call for hot water to wash again to feel comfortable.

Fortunately, this situation began to change after three to five days. Now, except for rubbing the top of his knee, it is still a little stiff. At other times, he just lies comfortably on the bed and does whatever he wants to do. Sometimes he feels tired, and he can directly press After a short nap, he had to be pushed awake before he knew how to turn over.

As it is now...huh?

"what happened to you?"

Ling Yucheng buried himself in the pillow without making a sound, his whole body stretched like a fully stretched bow, his breathing was short and messy.Because the upper half was wrapped in the quilt, Yuan Shao who was sitting behind him could only see the back of his head and his right hand stretched out from the quilt—that hand had already grasped the edge of the bed firmly at some point, The joints turned white from the exertion, and the veins on the back of the hands were clearly visible one by one.

I remember personally scrubbing and changing the dressing for the stick injury on his leg that night. The scars were one after another, and Ling Yucheng didn't hurt as much as he does now... Could it be that he still had some old injuries that suddenly flared up, but he insisted on refusing to talk about it? Tell the truth?

Stretching out his hand to uncover the thin quilt that was tightly wrapped around him, he just touched his shoulder, and the person under his hand trembled, pulling the quilt even tighter.This kind of reaction has never happened before, Yuan Shao couldn't help frowning, he took Ling Yucheng's exposed right hand, trying to make him relax so that he could diagnose his pulse.Unexpectedly, he grabbed his wrist, Ling Yucheng snatched it, pulled it out of his hand, and hid it directly under the pillow.

At this time, Yuan Shao felt that something was wrong no matter how slow his reaction was - besides, he was never a slow reaction person.Taking a deep breath, he recalled that when he was treating Ling Yucheng these days, he didn't feel anything wrong with the passage of internal force through the meridians, leaned over and put his hand on his shoulder again, trying to pull him over to see how his face looked.

As soon as he got on it, he swung his elbow fiercely. If Yuan Shao hadn't withdrawn his hand quickly, this time he would definitely be strong one by one.Before he had time to get angry, he heard Ling Yucheng call out in a muffled voice: "Your Majesty."

The voice is not as clear as usual, but rather rare hoarse, low voice, with extremely suppressed tremors, as if he is really suffering something——Yuan Shao's anger immediately dissipated, and he sat back on the bed Bian responded, and asked again:

"what happened?"

"Your Majesty," after a long silence, Ling Yucheng, who had been lying on his stomach and wished he could grow up with the bed, finally spoke.The voice was intermittent, combined with the sound of rapid breathing, it was extremely worrying to hear: "Please, go out for a while... Please..."

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