Young man, rich and easy to talk

In a daze, Qin Xichao thought that he had seen Tang Wuming, still restrained and cautious, sleeping in his arms like a docile cat returning home, and his warm body temperature just exceeded Qin Xichao's. Because of his chilly physique, he hugged him to sleep all night, and when he woke up in the morning, his hands and feet were warm.

In fact, it turned out to be a dream.

Qin Xichao opened his eyes and saw nothing at first glance, they were all in darkness, he carefully opened his eyes wide, a faint sense of light came in, rubbed his eyes again and found that there was most likely something wrong with his eyes .He can't see his situation now, he can only feel around with his hands, but there seems to be nothing superfluous except for some firewood and sticks.

He moved his body and moved forward a few minutes, and his exploring hand suddenly touched a pair of feet. The satin-smooth shoe surface, with a slightly damp feel, seemed to be exposed.

"Wu, Wuming?" Qin Xichao retracted his hand and tried to call out.

The owner of the feet looked down at him, and saw that he hadn't raised his head from the beginning to the end, but was just groping around with his hands, his eyes glazed over.My heart stagnates, this...couldn't be blind?Wuming squatted down, raised Qin Xichao's face and looked at it seriously, those bright eyes were as deep as ever but couldn't focus, even when he was forced to look up, he couldn't find Wuming's direction.

Qin Xichao asked again: "Is it you Wuming?"

Wuming's heart sank, he dropped his chin and took out a handful of pills from his bosom, pinched his jawbone and stuffed them in, and then ordered him: "Chew it, swallow it and leave nothing behind!"

It was nothing if the medicine slowly melted under the tongue, and Wuming naturally knew that biting off the pill was actually extremely bitter, because he once chewed one by mistake, and it was so bitter that he vomited it out.Qin Xichao heard Wuming's voice, and didn't resist at all. His teeth clicked for a while, but he really chewed and ate them all, regardless of whether it was poisonous or not.

The Coptis chinensis juice that Tang Wuming slashed that day was also bitter.

Wuming looked at him, frowning for a while.

"Which branch are you from, why are you chasing me?" After he swallowed, Wuming asked.

Qin Xi tilted his head to listen, and ignored the first question he asked, but replied: "I like you." Without hesitation.

Wuming was stunned, and suddenly sneered, "There are many people who want to hug my thigh, but you are the first one to be so straightforward."

Qin Xi moved a little closer to the source of the sound, but he couldn't see that he was so close to the nameless distance.Wuming didn't hide either, he stared coldly at the man in front of him, saw his empty eyes rolling left and right, and heard him say: "I won't lie to you again, I like you... Come home with me."

Wuming squeezed his left chest, flung the person in front of him away with a palm, and shouted at him, "Why do you dare to talk to me like that!" Then he struggled to pull back the man who was thrown away by him, "As long as I want, you will immediately You can die without a burial place, do you know that?"

Qin Xichao was shaken back and forth, and coughed again before the miasma was cleared.

After hesitating for a while, Wuming loosened his clenched fists again, letting Qin Xi sit on the ground to let him breathe, and waited for a long time for him to recover before saying, "Adjust your breath and regulate your qi, and mobilize your internal strength to force out the poisonous miasma." " After finishing speaking, he got up and threw a medicine bottle in his hand in front of him, "This is Miasma Pill, chew up two pills every other hour...if you don't want to be blind like this."

"Wu Ming? You want to go?" Qin Xi vaguely felt that the man was walking away from him, and called out towards the exit.

Wuming was suddenly angry, and he went back with his sword and split the high firewood pile beside Qin Xichao. The broken firewood fell down with a splash, and several pieces hit Qin Xichao's body. "Don't push yourself!" he yelled, "I don't want to kill you, go back to your branch when your eyes are healed, and don't let me see you again!"

After yelling, he ignored him and slammed the door of the firewood room with a "bang".

After leaving, I really didn't go again for a few days.

Since Wuming was promoted to the right envoy, his residence has been expanded from the small courtyard, and the surrounding area has been renovated and arranged according to Wuming's preferences. The Huhang Mountain is not a beautiful and pleasant place. In the near winter, there is a constant mountain wind.

He also sent people to set up a lobby in front of the residence, which was authorized to be used for meeting with guests.

Although his position as the right envoy is said to be incomparably glorious, even though the sect masters would bow their heads when they see him, but in fact there is nothing important to deal with.Occasionally, some irrelevant people came to exchange greetings, and they all scribbled in this front hall for a while.

At this moment, Wuming is sitting on the right seat with one foot on the edge of the chair, with his finger hooked on a shiny silver mask, impatiently listening to the people below reporting to him, and treating trivial matters as trivial matters. Big news to report.

Qianmanmen was built on the hillside, and the front hall where they were sitting was also sitting crookedly. Wuming was shivering from the cold wind blowing through the hall not long after leaning on the seat.He suddenly remembered something, stopped turning the masked hand, and stood up abruptly, frightening the half-kneeling person in the hall.

Wuming didn't care how much nonsense they had to say, and hurried back to his residence, opened the wooden cabinet where the clothes were kept, and rummaged around.

"Youshi, what are you looking for?" Ning Gang asked with a broom after cleaning the yard.

"Where's the quilt?" Wuming kept moving, "And the fox fur that Wanshengtang flattered me last time, where is it?"

Ning tilted his head and thought for a while, "The quilts are all in the side room, fox fur... You said you don't care about it, so they put it at the bottom of the box." He pointed to a large box in the corner from a distance, "Neng, it's in that box."

Wuming was in a hurry, turned the neatly packed clothes box into a mess, and threw some clothes that he didn't often wear all over the floor. He saw the furry collar and pulled it into his arms and walked away. When he passed by Ning, he ordered: , "Prepare a set of quilts... two sets!" After taking a few steps and looking uncertain, she looked at the fox fur in her arms and waved, "No, don't prepare it yet."

Ning didn't understand what he meant, so he stood still and watched him stride towards the backyard.

But over there... it seems that there is only one firewood shed with old materials and waste wood?

Wuming stood in front of the closed door of the firewood room, his heart pounding. He figured that the man's eyes were just suffocated by the poisonous mist and it wasn't serious. If he took the medicine every hour according to his instructions, he would be able to recover within a day and a night. so full.

He had no guards outside the door, and no food or water was prepared.

It's been three days, even if you're hungry, you should starve him away...

At this moment, there was no movement in the door, Wuming tightly rubbed the fox fur in his hand, and wandered outside the door several times.The straight cold wind filled his stomach, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and raised his hand to push open the old wooden door.Guiltyly looking in, he was startled, stumbled under the foot-high threshold, and fell to the ground after a few steps, and the dust in the room kicked up.

It was the same position as when he slammed the door last time, a thin figure was leaning against the wall, with messy hair hanging on his face, holding the medicine bottle in his hand - he was still there!No food, no clothes, no bedding, how did he stay in this kind of place for three days!

Wuming walked over in three or two steps, bent down and touched his hand hanging in front of him, it was icy cold.

He suddenly felt an unknown anger, and raised his voice reprimandingly: "Why haven't you left yet?!"

Qin Xi didn't eat for a few days, and was supported by a surge of true energy in his chest. He was tired and weak, his lips were dry and pale, but he still smiled at him, and his voice was as soft as a feather:

"...I'm waiting for you."

There was a soreness in Wuming's throat, and he didn't speak for a long time.Qin Xichao freed up a hand to touch his face, but after waving his empty hand for a long time, he couldn't touch the right place. Wuming's eyes shrank, and he opened his eyelids with two fingers to see, and there was a gleam in his light-colored pupils. There are half-scattered pupils.

Wuming became anxious at the moment, "Why don't you listen to me!" He took the medicine bottle from his hand and poured it out, and there were more than half of the pills left, "Why didn't you take the medicine on time?!"

Qin Xichao smiled aggrievedly, "I don't see it very well, and I can't calculate the time... probably I miscalculated." As he spoke, he fumbled for Tang Wuming's hand, "Don't be angry."

do not be angry?Easier said than done!Cold fingers, unfocused eyes, overly thin body...why doesn't he get angry!

The medicine bottle in the palm of his hand was squeezed hard, it was crushed and exploded with a bang, and the tiny pills rolled all over the ground.Wushang raised the large fox fur to cover him completely, and tightened the ribbon around his neck with a hostile expression. The two balls of fox fur at the end of the ribbon dangled on his chest, flickering.

He stared at Qin Xi for a while, bit his lower lip with blood, and finally managed to say with a smile: "Then you don't go. Don't you like me, why don't you treat me as a bed pet?" gone."

Qin Xi was taken aback, and the palm covering Wuming's hand also froze.

Wuming withdrew his hands, teasingly sneered, "I don't want to? Then—"

"Okay." A gentle voice interrupted him.

This time it was Wuming's turn to be dazed.

"Okay," Qin Xichao replied again with a smile, and stretched out his hand to wrap Wuming's shoulder based on guesswork, "Since you don't want to go, then I will stay with you, Wu Ming, I believe you are still my Wuming." Ming. No matter where you are, no matter who you are..."

"..." Believe me!

Wuming buried his face in the thick velvet fox fur, the fur at the corners of his eyes was moistened by water mist, but his hands quietly grabbed his skirt unconsciously.Fortunately, Qin Xichao couldn't see it for the time being, so he could use the fine fox fur to wipe his face clean.

Then he sank his waist, lowered his body, and wrapped his hands around, directly resisting Qin Xichao's waist, and strode towards his room.

Ran up all the way to find abuse.

Are you stupid? !