On the Feasibility of Dueling with the System

Qin Zhan, who has been in a delicate and weak state since he came to ancient times, contracted a cold, commonly known as a cold.

So the third son was forced by Bai Qi to wrap him in a fox fur coat in autumn, and he lay on the wicker chair in the yard, clutching the fox fur and coughing until he died.

Fortunately, it happened to be a cloudy day today, with almost no sunlight, otherwise Qin Zhan would really be overheated to death.

After coughing, Qin Zhan hugged the fluffy fox fur and fell asleep.

At the beginning, he squinted his eyes to watch Bai Mo's sword dancing exercises with great interest, but the sleepiness was too strong. Looking at it, his eyes, which were originally slits, gradually closed, and as the Chixiao sword in Bai Mo's hand pierced the air With a slight neighing sound, the third young master lay on his side on the wicker chair and fell asleep.

Beside the stone table, Bai Qi collapsed on the ground with the wine jar in his arms, smacked his mouth a few times, and snored deeper than a hibernating bear.

After a while, Bai Mo put away his sword, looked back at the two of them, and found that he was the only one left awake on the mountain.

Stepping up to Qin Zhan's side, Bai Mo remembered Bai Qi's advice - let Qin Zhan take a medicinal bath for a stick of incense before noon.

So Bai Mo gently pushed Qin Zhan's shoulder, "Rong Huai?" He lowered his voice and called.

Qin Zhan opened his eyes in a daze. Under the intrusion of sleepy bugs, he was too lazy to maintain the demeanor of the third son. He just rubbed the soft fox fur and muttered perfunctorily, "...huh?"

Due to lying on his side for a long time, Qin Zhan's right cheek was pressed with a red mark, Bai Mo looked at the sleepy-eyed third son, and his heart softened inexplicably.

"It's time to take a medicinal bath, as Master ordered." Bai Mo said, patiently waiting for Qin Zhan to open his eyelids and wake up.

"Well……"

Qin Zhan, who was about to return to his senses, suppressed an incongruous yawn, grabbed Jia Mo in his arms and stood up while supporting the rattan chair, "Is it the same as last time?"

"Yes." Bai Mo replied, walking side by side with Qin Zhan towards the house, "But this time the time can be shorter."

The herbs prepared by Bai Qi didn't smell bad, on the contrary, they had a delicate fragrance. When soaked in water, they would turn a little green, giving Qin Zhan a strange feeling of turning into a carp.

Of course, the conditions on the mountain are naturally not as comfortable as in the Qin Mansion, and there won't be a big pool for him to take a bath in.Bai Mo poured the herbs prepared in advance into the big wooden barrel, and added warm water.Qin Zhan was standing beside him in a loose white coat, and Jia Mo lay on his shoulders, sleeping soundly with his two front paws hugging Qin Zhan's neck.

"Rong Huai, it's fine."

Qin Zhan lowered his head and unbuttoned his belt. The already inexplicably nervous Bai Mo wanted to turn his head away, but when his eyes swept over Qin Zhan's naked upper body, he stopped there.

——Countless scars tore the skin, as abrupt as the cracks on a piece of fine jade, and there were even several places where the flesh was twisted ferociously, appearing uneven due to burns.

A surge of anger surged in Bai Mo's heart.

Qin Zhan noticed the look in his eyes, and couldn't help laughing, "I don't care, why are you angry?" He took off his shirt, stepped on a chair, stepped into the barrel, sat down in a comfortable position, and the temperature The moderate potion did not reach the collarbone, and Jia Moshan was in a safe position.

Bai Mo pursed his lips tightly, turned his back to face the bead curtain, his eyes were cold and sharp, "Mr. Hun." He said coldly.

"Okay." Qin Zhan bent his eyes, and his voice was soft and comforting, "Why make yourself unhappy, just don't worry about it."

"How can you not care about it!" Bai Mo frowned. He remembered Qin Zhan's dying look when he rescued Qin Zhan, and he became even more angry, "Rong Huai, I don't understand." Yun Dan didn't understand why he defended the emperor again and again—although Qin Zhan acted very cryptically, Bai Mo was not a fool, he could feel it.

Qin Zhan paused and sighed softly, "Hate is fruitless—"

"You are protecting him." Bai Mo interrupted his excuses.

People who practice martial arts may have some concept of heroes who are jealous of evil and hatred. Bai Mo is very persistent in this matter, and Qin Zhan can't help but feel a little headache. He doesn't want to discuss his relationship with He Shen with Bai Mo.

"Due to some objective and subjective reasons, I don't want to talk about this matter much." Qin Zhan said.

Bai Mo froze for a moment, "...Sorry, I didn't mean to force you." His voice was a bit dull.

"It doesn't matter." Qin Zhan chuckled, Jiamo on his shoulders was already awake, his four paws were not strong enough, and he almost fell into the water unsteadily, "I know you care about me."

Bai Mo blushed, even he himself didn't know the reason.

Qin Zhan picked up the water and poured it on his shoulders, Jia Mo had no time to dodge, and was soaked in the water in an instant, and simply jumped into the bucket with a broken jar to swim like a dog.

"Bai Mo, I often think about which woman will be lucky enough to be your wife in the future." Qin Zhan joked with a smile. Bai Mo can go from the living room to the kitchen, beat the bad guys and make the bed warm. It is really necessary for home travel .

lady?

Bai Mo frowned even tighter, "Bai Mo will always be by Master's side in this life, and will not get married."

Qin Zhan seemed to be amused, "There are three ways to be unfilial, and having no offspring is the greatest. Leaving aside you, Grandpa Bai must also like to hold grandchildren."

Bai Mo doesn't care about these things, he has no interest in those delicate and delicate girls in the town.

"Master has me and you, so there is no need for another wife to cause trouble." Bai Mo said seriously.

Qin Zhan was startled when he heard that, Bai Mo seemed to sense the ambiguity in the words, his whole body stiffened instantly like a piece of wood, and the crimson color on his face spread all the way to the ears.

Qin Zhan didn't know how to answer, Bai Mo didn't know how to explain, and the room suddenly fell into silence.

After a while, Bai Mo said "I'll check the time" with a red face, and hurriedly opened the curtain and walked out, which seemed to be a bit of a runaway.

It wasn't until he was far away from Qin Zhan's location and the medicinal scent mixed with the third son's smell was gone, that Bai Mo was able to calm down again, and his mind became much clearer.

He knew that Qin Zhan was already 24 years old this year. If he had been replaced by another big family, he would probably have married a wife and had children five or six years ago. Why is the third son still single?

Reminiscent of Master's words about the close relationship between the emperor and the third son, and Qin Zhan's repeated defense of the emperor, Bai Mo suddenly had a bad guess.

Moreover, if he remembered correctly, the emperor had only one son and one daughter, twins born at one time by the empress, and the boy was established as a prince as soon as he was born, as if the emperor had no plans to have more births based on merit.

Bai Mo's hand holding the Scarlet Sky Sword was tightened, and he was surrounded by an inexplicable dull emotion.

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With Bai Qi around, a little typhoid cold is nothing, and Qin Zhan can finally stop wandering around in fox fur like a crazy person in autumn.

After recovering from his illness, Qin Zhan's legs are slowly recovering. Although they still hurt after walking for a long time, at least he can move normally, and he can walk around to pass the time.

However, life in ancient times was monotonous and boring, let alone in the mountains, Qin Zhan had no other entertainment to entertain besides reading calligraphy and painting.

Fortunately, the three young masters are good at painting. It is rare for Qin Zhan to use such a tall and talented body once, so he naturally has to show off his skills that he has never shown before.

It takes a lot of time to paint, and with a brush, there is no way to correct mistakes, so Qin Zhan has to concentrate more.This is a very subtle feeling. As Qin Zhan himself, he obviously has no artistic talent at all, but after conceiving, the drawing is as smooth as flowing water, as easy as writing.

Qin Zhan's first work lasted 5 days. After the completion, he held the rice paper and looked at it carefully. His face was gentle and calm, but there was already a villain in his heart laughing wildly with his hands on his hips.

[Gamo, look!Is Lao Tzu's painting awesome or not? ! ! ! ! 】

Gamo: [... Great. 】

[Hahahahaha have vision! ! ! 】

Gamo: 【...○|￣|_=3】

Qin Zhan gave this debut work to Bai Mo.

The resources in the mountains are scarce, so Qin Zhan wanted to paint all the white ink and white ink, but it looked a bit weird without pigments, so he had to give up and made a landscape painting instead.

The content of the painting is their small wooden house, the green mountains and streams in the distance, the plum tree outside the door, and even Qin Zhan, the vegetable garden behind the wooden house. Although it seems a bit nondescript, it makes the painting a bit more The feeling of human fireworks.

"For me?" Bai Mo held the painting carefully, as if worried that the fragile paper would be broken into slag in a second, which made Qin Zhan laugh.

"Rong Huai has nothing in his body, so there are only a few things that can be sold." Qin Zhan said with a smile, although the conditions of this work are a bit simple, and the paper quality is a bit rough, but it is no match for the exquisite brushwork and quiet artistic conception.

Bai Mo was overjoyed, carefully put the scroll up and put it away, and asked again, "Does your hand still hurt?"

Qin Zhan shook his head, "It's much better." If it weren't for the fact that his fingers couldn't hold the brush for a long time, he had to draw and rest for a while, he wouldn't have dragged on for so long to finish.

Bai Mo pursed his lips, lowered his head and untied the jade pendant around his waist and handed it to him, "For you."

Qin Zhan was startled, and quickly explained, "Bai Mo, you don't have to feel sorry, this is just an ordinary painting."

"I'm not sorry." Bai Mo looked at him and stretched out his hand stubbornly, "I just want to give it to you. I have worn this jade pendant since I was a child. With it, I can always save myself from danger. You wear it. It will be safe and sound."

Bai Mo doesn't seem to understand what humor is. He doesn't talk much, but when he speaks, he always has a serious expression, which makes it easy for people to feel his care.

Qin Zhan's heart warmed slightly, and he reached out to take it.The color and texture of this jade pendant are ordinary, there is nothing special about it, but the surface is smooth, as if it is often held and played by people, and it seems to have the hot temperature of white ink on it, so it is very warm in the hand.

"White--"

"Baby!" Bai Qi staggered in with the wine jar in his arms, followed by three hens who were screaming and screaming in panic.

Qin Zhan was startled, Bai Mo pulled his arm, raised his leg and kicked away a hen that was jumping over with fluttering wings.

"Hey!" Bai Qi stared displeasedly, and pointed his tongue out to reprimand Bai Mo, "What are you kicking, kicking! This is for killing and eating! It's okay, okay, keep it, and lay eggs!"

The three hens flopped around, messing with feathers all over the room. Qin Zhan held his forehead, "Grandpa Bai, where did your chicken come from?"

"Well... someone, someone, in the town at the foot of the mountain, someone wants me to see a doctor... send chickens, and food..." Bai Qi said in a nonchalant manner, "Baby, I'm tired of being on the mountain these days, take, Grandpa will take you out for a walk!"

Qin Zhan readily agreed, but then he thought about it, maybe his face was being wanted by He Shen all over the world, and now it is not appropriate to go to the town to show off?

Bai Mo said, "Master will change his appearance, you don't have to worry." Then he asked Bai Qi, "When do you want to go?"

"Two, two hours later, they will send a carriage to pick them up."

"..."

Looking at the old drunk in front of him whose face was flushed from drinking, Qin Zhan felt deeply worried about the safety of that family.

However, Bai Mo seemed to have gotten used to it. He calmly put the Akasaka Sword on the table, squatted down and grabbed the hen's wings to hold them in his hands.

Qin Zhan: "..."

"Let's go over after we eat," Bai Mo looked at the even more frightened hen in his hand, "How do you like to eat it, stewed or stewed?"

Qin Zhan: "Let's... make the soup..."

"Okay." Bai Mo nodded, "Then you go and rest for a while, I'll make some hangover soup for Master, and then cook."

Qin Zhan felt a little bit sorry. He was injured a few days ago, making him look like a second-class cripple. He had to trouble Bai Mo for everything. Now that he is in good health, he can no longer sit in the house and enjoy life like a young master, right?

"I'll make hangover soup, just bring me the herbs." Qin Zhan said.

There was a saying in the ancients that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen. Bai Mo was about to refuse, but Qin Zhan had already walked to his side quickly, and smiled at him, "Let's go."

Bai Mo had no choice but to follow with the three hens.

The kitchen is also a simple cabin. Qin Zhan squatted on the ground to fan the stove for boiling medicine. The stewed hen next to him gave off a burst of aroma. Qin Zhan absent-mindedly raised his head and glanced at the half-burned incense to see the time. When it was almost done, I put out the fire and reached out to pick up the stove.

So Qin Zhan, who had been occupied by the old hen, was gloriously burned, and almost reflexively cursed the word "fuck".

"Ronghuai?!"

Bai Mo, who had cut vegetables in half, threw the knife and walked over, frowning, and grabbed Qin Zhan's hand.Fortunately, Qin Zhan stopped quickly, the burn was not serious, it was just a blister.

Qin Zhan was a little embarrassed, "I'm fine..."

Jiamo: [You are worthless, a hen has made you so obsessed. 】

Qin Zhan was angry: [You are promising, so don't eat it later! 】

Gamo: […]

Bai Mo popped the blister with a needle, applied medicine, and finally wrapped it with gauze.

Qin Zhan silently faced the background board. To be honest, he also felt that he was quite worthless...

"Rong Huai." Bai Mo held his hand, his sharp eyebrows and eyes were drooping softly at this moment.He has practiced martial arts all year round, and his palms are rough, not as smooth and delicate as the pampered third son. His white skin like suet jade looks infinitely beautiful.

"Rong Huai, I don't want you to get hurt." Bai Mo said, "At least, after I know you, don't get hurt again."

Qin Zhan was taken aback, and Bai Mo raised his hand to caress his long hair that was draped behind his back. There seemed to be clouds and mist in his calm eyes.For him, this may be the most outrageous move he has ever made.

After the instant touch, as if he was afraid that Qin Zhan would be disgusted, he quickly withdrew his hand, pursed his thin lips, "Sit down first, and you can eat in a while." After speaking, Bai Mo walked stiffly. Turn around and leave.

Qin Zhan: "..."

He felt that if Bai Mo didn't turn off the fire quickly, the hen stewing in the pot would rot...