Colleagues of Zhang Liang [comprehensive] Mu Liangqing

"Ovary!" Han Fei hurried over.

Zhang Liang looked at the palm of his hand in astonishment, just now he was holding the sword properly, but the smooth hilt suddenly released a blue light, like a sharp blade, directly cutting through the texture.

The pain hasn't started to spread yet, but the blood gushing out looks a little scary.Zhang Liang was stunned for a while.

Han Fei held up his injured hand, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and pressed the wound to stop the bleeding.

At that time, there were no paper towels, and water was inconvenient, so ordinary people carried handkerchiefs in their arms.When it gets dirty, wash it off with soapy water, put it in your pocket and use it again.

Zhang Liang's hand was very skinny and skinny. Although it was very attractive, it was only a small one, which was completely covered by Han Fei's palm.

Only then did he understand that he had used Xuanyuan Sword just now, and Xuanyuanjian did not recognize him as the master, so he thought he was "offended" and even attacked him.

That's right, according to the rumors, two people who share the same mind can use Xuanyuan Sword together.Although he and Han Fei have a good personal relationship, they haven't reached the point of mutual understanding, so they still can't use the sword rashly.

"Brother Han, I'm fine, it's just a cut." In the past in Cangshan, such injuries were very common.

Han Fei looked up at him, his eyebrows furrowed, "I have something to do."

Zhang Liang tilted his head slightly, "What's the matter with you?"

Han Fei replied subconsciously, "I feel sorry for you being hurt."

Zhang Liang was taken aback, half understanding, not sure about the meaning behind this sentence, "Brother Han... probably joking."

Unlike Zhang Liang, Han Fei was reserved by nature, but he was more straightforward.Although looking at Zhang Liang's thoughts, he would not reveal his heart completely at the beginning, but he was already slowly guiding Zhang Liang to gradually understand his intentions.

Hmph, in that kind of documents, it's not his style to be a sour scholar who wants to say something!

"Zifang, I told you that I never joked about every word you said."

For some reason, Zhang Liang heard this sentence and suddenly remembered Ximen Yan who disappeared in the rainy night, that person who had disappeared from his life for a long time, but never faded from his memory.

He took out his hand and pondered for a while, "It's getting late, we should go back earlier, so as not to worry others."

Han Fei involuntarily tore off a piece of fabric from his inner shirt, pulled his hand back, and gently bandaged it, "Go back and apply some medicine, and cover it tightly when you sleep. If you have an injury, you will always have a cold. Don't catch a cold."

Zhang Liang nodded with doubts and worries in his heart, "Yes."

Han Fei thought for a while, and then said: "Zifang, brother, sometimes your words are irrelevant. If you feel strange, you don't have to take it to heart. However, if you have any thoughts, whether it is for me or for me , just talk and listen to me. I don't like the gap between us."

Hearing this, Zhang Liang relaxed his frown a little, "Zi Fang wrote it down."

The hidden guards on the side saw that Han Fei was not skilled in bandaging, but due to his identity, he did not step forward to expose it.He just took out a bottle of wound medicine from his skirt and handed it to Zi Fang, "This medicine is very effective in healing wounds."

There is no honorific title, and there is no greeting. It makes people feel very abrupt to say this directly.

Han Fei was the first to react and let Zhang Liang take it with a smile, "Wei Qi speaks like this, just like a piece of wood. Don't take offense to Ovary, just see more in the future."

Wei Qi?like wood?

Zhang Liang put the medicine bottle into his arms, turned his head, and stared at the hidden guard, "Why don't you show your true colors?"

Wei Qi lowered his eyes, unable to see his expression, "It's just a skin, it's not a big deal."

His voice was rough, like a whetstone, cold and rough.

Zhang Liang suddenly became suspicious, "Your Excellency's voice... seems to be different from ordinary people. It sounds like it was made on purpose."

Zhang Liang has a slow-tempered personality and always speaks little in front of strangers.It's just that today, it's a little strange.

Han Fei saw his abnormality and asked, "Ovary, is there something wrong?"

Zhang Liang still stared at Wei Qi, "Brother Han, when did he start following you?"

Han Fei replied truthfully: "It's been about half a year. I was still in Sanghai at that time, and I met him by chance. His martial arts are very high. If he joins the army, he will definitely get a good rank, but he has no intention of fame and fortune. Follow me. I will learn from Bole, who looks at Qianlima once, and let him stay."

Zhang Liang asked again: "Is it true that we met in Sanghai?"

Han Fei nodded, "Sure enough." Seeing that Zhang Liang wanted to stare at a hole in Han Qi's mask, he was really puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Liang finally retracted his eyes and sighed heavily, "No. I just think his figure is very similar to an old friend of mine, but that old friend went to the west, and Sanghai is in the far east." Zhang Liang's With a sad expression on his face, his fingers kept rubbing against the fabric of his sleeves, "Besides...if that old man comes back, he won't miss me. I'm the one who made a mistake."

As he said that, he bowed his hands to Wei Qi, and smiled calmly, "I have offended you so much just now, please don't take offense."

Wei Qi nodded, his expression hidden under the mask was unnatural for a moment, "That's too serious."

That's right, the voice is different, it's definitely a mistake.

The stars in the mid-air were sparse, and after twinkling twice, they were blocked by dark clouds.

That night, an inexplicable accident evoked Zhang Liang's long-held thoughts.Lie in bed until midnight and still not feel sleepy, simply got up, opened the window, and looked up at the corner of the eaves.The protruding piece seemed to have split the night sky.

Ximen Yan once said to him: "When you sleep from now on, don't look at the corner of the eaves."

But Zhang Liang has a stubborn temper, the more Ximen hates him, the more he can't help it.

He raised his head and looked at the lonely eaves corner, feeling that it was very pitiful, silent in the wind and rain, always holding that face, empty, as if it was waiting for someone.

The evening wind was very cool, Zhang Liang's eyes were reddened by the coolness, and his unfettered hair fluttered in the air, giving birth to a wave of sadness.He wrapped the cloak around his body tightly and sighed deeply.

He thought that no matter whether Ximen Yan would return or not, it would be best for him to be safe.

After that night, Zhang Liang fell ill.Mostly in response to Han Fei's phrase "every injury must have a cold", he couldn't get out of bed the next day, and his whole body was hot.

In ancient times, the medical level was very underdeveloped.People call minor illnesses "diseases", and serious illnesses are called "diseases".Fever is already considered a serious illness in the eyes of ordinary people.If one is not properly adjusted, it can burn people to death.

"How long have I been asleep..." Zhang Liang's face was pale, and he lifted his hot eyelids sickly.

"It's been two days." Ruoli's eyes have turned into walnuts from crying, "Master has changed several doctors for you, if you don't wake up today, master will go to the palace to invite the imperial physician."

"Then quickly ask someone to report to grandfather, so that he won't worry..."

Ruoli nodded, "Well, I've already gone." Then he asked anxiously, "My lord, do you feel better now?".

Zhang Liang was still lying down, blinking his eyes with difficulty, his breath was weak, "It's better..."

Ruoli changed the wet towel on his forehead again, "But I think you're not well, your voice is so hoarse!"

Zhang Liang expended a lot of effort, forced a smile, and said, "It will be fine, this disease is not serious, just take medicine and it will be fine."

While talking, Ruoli's tears rolled down again, "But...Ruoli is afraid that you will not get well...Ruoli can't live without you..."

"Don't cry..." Zhang Liang raised his hand to wipe his tears, but halfway up the hand he dropped it, "What time is it?"

"It's just after noon." Ruoli glanced at his dry lips, "Master, Ruoli, let me feed you some porridge, you haven't eaten for two days."

Zhang Liang's blinking slowed down a bit, "I'm not hungry."

"Then, how about some water?"

"Not Thirsty..."

If Ruoli wanted to warn you, Han Fei suddenly pushed the door open, "Drink even if you're not thirsty, otherwise how can your body bear it?"

Zhang Liang followed the prestige, "...Brother Han?"

After a while, Zhang Liang was finally willing to drink water under Han Fei's persuasion.The illness came like a mountain, and he didn't even have the strength to chew, so he refused the porridge.

"Zifang is really disobedient." Han Fei said half-complainingly.

Zhang Liang looked at him weakly, and said softly, "I really don't have the energy to eat porridge."

"That's not what I'm talking about." Han Fei pulled up the quilt and tucked it in for him, and the quilt became thicker on his thin body, "You were injured that day, I didn't tell you not to catch a cold Is it?"

Zhang Liang's eyes dimmed a bit, "Yes."

"I heard people say that you still get up to watch the night scene?"

"Yes."

"Why?" Han Fei was puzzled. In his impression, Zhang Liang was not someone who would make fun of his body. What's more, there were a lot of things that happened that day, and he was absolutely exhausted physically and mentally. How could he have the leisure to enjoy the night view.

There is only one explanation - what Zhang Liang was pregnant at that time was not leisurely at all.

Probably because he was sick and his head was dull, Zhang Liang spoke out the truth, "Zifang wants to hate Senior Brother."

Tears slid down the corners of his eyes, these two lines of tears condensed from more than 600 days and nights of longing, carried too much of the boy's heart.

The alarm bell rang loudly in Han Fei's heart, "Brother Hate? Who is that?"

Zhang Liang wanted to look at the sky outside through the window, but found that the window was closed tightly, "A person who has been away for two years, but I feel that he has been away for 200 years..."

He once went to Cangshan to learn swords in order to protect Han Fei.But when he was learning swords, he met Ximen Yan.That person was indifferent by nature, but he opened his heart alone.

The author has something to say:

Hmm... My normal level is three days and one chapter, so there are so many days of daily updates, do you know how long I prepare in advance?

Well, actually, I want to say........ My manuscript is almost finished, and I can't update it every day. I hope the cuties don't dislike me and abandon me—— ——