Young man, rich and easy to talk

Although it's not yet the twelfth lunar month, the harsh wind and cold frost on the mountain is far beyond what Qin Xichao can bear. Although his eye disease is almost healed, and his skills have already recovered, he is still lying on the bed all day waiting to die, but he is just being tortured. The bitter cold wind outside makes it difficult to move.

When Wuming was around, he could still warm his hands and feet with his arms around him, but as soon as he left, the temperature on his body would drop.

"What kind of sword are you practicing?" Qin Xichao lazily watched Wuming get dressed and washed, wrapped in a quilt, and wanted to go out with a sword.

Nameless glanced at him, "Practice casually."

Qin Xichao remembered the box of corpses buried in the back of the villa, and suddenly asked, "Did you really kill those people?"

Nameless did not speak.

Qin Xichao stretched out an arm from the quilt, aimed at Wuming's wrist, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the cuff that had just been rolled up was thrown off by Wuming scribbled.He held his left hand in his right hand, looked at the long sword that happened to be placed by Qin Xichao's side, and hesitated a little, as if he was afraid that Qin Xichao would touch him again.

In the end, he leaned forward and ordered him to say, "Help me tie it."

Qin Xi laughed heartily, you think I can't know what kind of kung fu you practice without touching the pulse gate.But after all, he still had to pretend, so he calmly withdrew his hand, took out the long sword and tied it carefully around his waist, and finally touched it around his waist, and walked out the nameless pedal.

As soon as he left, Qin Xichao got out of bed with his shoes wrapped in fox fur, sat on the threshold and watched from a distance.

Ning passed by with a machine crossbow on his back and a broom in his hand. Seeing him squatting alone, he was strangely deserted, so he leaned over to talk to him.Qin Xichao looked at the light crossbow on his back, it was the same style as Tang Wuming used before.

"Hey dumb, the envoy is going to practice, are you bored by yourself?"

Qin Xichao leaned against the door frame, opened his mouth and let out a stern "ah", the sound seemed to be really dumb.

Ning looked at him tut-tut, poked Qin Xichao's arm with the broom handle in front of him, tilted his head and muttered, "Fools are lucky to be stupid, you said that the right envoy almost beat me when he got sick, why did he just treat you So good?"

He bent down to look at Qin Xichao, lifted his sleeves and lifted his collar, but he didn't see what he wanted to see, but saw a lot of marks left by greed.After all, I had never seen him when I was young, so I blushed immediately, but teasingly asked him as if he was a fool, "Hey, will the envoy hit you on the bed?"

It's not easy for Qin Xi to pretend to be a fool for a good young man, so he raised his eyes and blinked in a daze.

Ning laughed at him, "What a fool."

But fools also have things that fools can understand, Qin Xichao tugged at the hem of the boy's clothes, and asked him with gestures: Is the envoy sick?

Ning couldn't help praising, "You're so caring, you are indeed the idiot that the right envoy admires." He patted the idiot's head condescendingly, and said to him mysteriously, "The right envoy is not a real disease, but madness. Go crazy once in half a month."

Qin Xichao didn't understand, raised his head and blinked.

Ning stroked the fox fur around his neck twice, shook his head and said, "It's scary to be crazy, and you're going to kill someone. You don't ask me to tell you, anyway, you can't understand, but you don't mess with him, he It’s fine when you’re not sick.”

"You idiot, why am I telling you this?" The wind in the hallway shook the fox fur on his body, and Ning hurriedly pushed him into the room, "Go in quickly, the right envoy will see you when he comes back." This hair blowing, I'm going to blame you for neglecting you again."

This person was quite heavy, he pushed him a few times but failed to push him, so he had to mutter a few more words and let him sit, then he ran away with the broom and disappeared.

Qin Xichao was thinking about how to get words out of Wuming, but he secretly realized that there was a person hiding in the back corner of the house, with a light heart but not strong skills, otherwise he would not be easily discovered.He tapped his frozen knees, stretched his hands, ankles and neck, and slowly moved there.

Before turning the corner of the house, the man took a step forward and appeared, with the iron mask on his face inappropriately: "You are doing well, but I found the mountain, and you are hiding here as a pawn." People's favorite man."

Qin Xichao gathered his clothes and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, there is a reason for this, thank you for your hard work."

The man took off the mask and shook it, revealing a woman's delicate face that didn't match her figure, and looked around, "See you?"

"Well, he went to practice swords." Qin Xi turned and leaned against the wall, and said calmly.

"Practice sword?" Liu Hua called out in surprise, then lowered his voice, "He shouldn't know sword."

Qin Xi looked at his beautiful face for a while, then his face sank, "You know, do you know everything?"

"..." Liu Hua paused, knowing that until now, some things could not be hidden and leaked out.Instead of answering Qin Xichao's question, he asked, "How is his sword practice?"

Qin Xichao's face was a little gloomy, and he shook his head with a deep breath and said, "No, I suspect...he has practiced madness."

"Being obsessed? What method did he use to practice? Huolie's swordsmanship is strong, as long as you practice according to the score, you won't go astray easily."

As soon as his words fell, Qin Xichao took a deep breath, clenched his fists and stretched his arms as if he was about to beat someone up. If it wasn't for the fact that there were several patrolling guards not far away who were inconvenient to take action, Liu Hua's face would probably have died. It bloomed!Qin Xi yelled at him in a deep voice, "If you had told all you knew earlier, he and I might not be in the situation we are in today!"

Liu Hua raised her hand to block it, and smiled helplessly, "I have no other choice, it's just that the matter is important and involves Qian Man's family's secrets, the more you know, the worse it will be for you."

"What the hell secret!" Qin Xichao waved his hands and shouted, "Liuhua, you have to help me."

Liu Hua frowned bitterly, "I'm a traitor with a lot of money. It's not easy to sneak in and hide my identity. Although I know the details of some things, I can only understand the details. What do you want me to do?" ?”

"First help me with some drugs."

"what are you going to do?"

"Stealing the sword manual."

Wuming practiced the sword and took care of some trivial matters. When he returned to the courtyard, it was already afternoon, and the eaves were shrouded in white sunlight.As soon as he turned into the courtyard, he saw the door of the room was wide open, and the whistling wind poured straight in.

His legs stiffened, and he suddenly thought of something bad, and hurriedly ran all the way to the threshold.

"Dumb?!"

He yelled, but turned around to see Qin Xichao guarding two plates of light dishes, leaning on the side of the table with a wine jar in his arms, and the sparse wine was spilled on the table.Wuming walked over abruptly, stretched out his trembling hand to touch it, his cheek was cold and the back of his hand was cold.

"Qin Xichao?" He bent over, whispered twice, and couldn't help sniffing again.

There was a light and warm air flow against his fingers, and Wuming breathed out a breath of turbid air in relief.

"...Wu Ming?" Qin Xichao woke up in a daze, sat up and stretched, "Are you back?"

Wuming pulled out the wine jar from his hand, wrinkled his eyes, "Who gave you the wine, who allowed you to drink? You hurt..."

Qin Xi hugged him by the waist and smiled twice, interrupting his questioning, with a gentle tone that revealed a little frivolity: "I care about the patrols, they are afraid of my status as a 'male favorite', and dare not No." Without a word, he continued to ask, "Are you busy now, have a drink with me?"

Wuming glanced back at the door that was open to the gust of wind, and worried about Qin Xichao's unhealed internal poison, so he pushed his hand away and refused.

Qin Xichao smiled and didn't care, when Wuming turned to close the door, he suddenly grabbed his sleeve, Shi Qiaoli flicked lightly, and rolled into Qin Xichao's arms unprepared inside.The latter put his arms around his waist and found a piece of soft meat and pinched it softly, Wuming softened his waist and sat on his lap.

"you……"

The iron on his face was gently lifted off, Qin Xichao sniffed him twice against his neck, and said with a smile, "It smells like sweat."

I haven't been idle all the time, can I feel sweaty if I run around after practicing swordsmanship?

Qin Xichao poured a glass of sake and held it in front of him, coaxing him in a low voice, "Take the wine over it?" Wuming didn't move, and he flirted even more wantonly, "Otherwise, I'll feed you." He took the cup into his mouth, sipped it in his mouth, and then moved it up along Wuming's lips.

Wuming's heart skipped a beat, and he accidentally opened his mouth, letting him pour in the warmed liquid one by one.She stared blankly at him pouring one cup after another, her lips, tongue and teeth were soft and numb from his pick, and her eyes narrowed as if drunk.

"Wu... dark?"

The changed tone of the call seeped in from the ear canal, and I felt that I had no strength from the tip of my tongue to the roots of my ears. I was leaning on Qin Xichao's shoulders to support my body, and I was afraid that I would fall off him like this, so I pulled softly with my hands. the front of his shirt.

"Wine..." Is the wine too strong?

Qin Xichao gently embraced him, picked him up with slanted arms and put him on the bed, and began to undress him.

"Qin Xichao..." Wuming called out feebly, and his limbs began to gradually become numb and unable to move. Only then did he understand something vaguely, and his face changed, "You...prescribe the medicine..."

"I'm sorry," Qin Xichao sighed, covering his staring eyes with one hand, "I'll be fine after a night of sleep."

The dose of the medicine was really light, and it was still light when Wuming opened his eyes, but he remembered why he fell asleep, and his round eyes stared expressionlessly at the top of the bed.

There was only one thought in his mind, Qin Xichao drugged him again!

"Are you awake? Drink some water." He was staring, and a whisper came from his ear.

The wine mixed with the medicine burned the throat, it was really deadly, Wuming swallowed a little and turned his head to stare sadly at the attentive person beside the bed, seeing Qin Xichao smirking, he waved him down in a fit of anger The water glass brought over, he lay on the bed panting for air.

Turning his eyes, he saw a few pieces of silk spread out on the table, and touched his chest again, his face darkened a bit.

"What do you want?" Wuming asked him with a broken voice.

Qin Xichao was picking up the debris on the ground. Hearing this sentence, his finger was almost cut by the debris. He raised his head just now, and asked in a kindly way: "It's not what I want, but what you want?"

"..." Wuming opened his mouth, turned over and got off the bed to go to the table to get back the sword manual.

The broken pieces of porcelain that had just been picked up were thrown down again, Qin Xichao grabbed him and demanded sharply, "Don't practice any more!"

Nameless stood straight and did not respond.

"You know, right?" Qin Xichao tightened his hand, and couldn't help deepening his tone, "You know that the sword manual is full of mistakes, omissions, and incomplete, but you still want to practice?!"

"This is my business." Wuming replied calmly.

Qin Xichao threw him back on the bed, the sudden impact made Wuming groan.A thick shadow stood in front of him, his cold fingers touched the nameless pulse gate, and he stated a fact: "You have gone mad."

"Is there anything you can't tell me that you have to train yourself to become obsessed?!"

Nameless looked away, stubbornly refusing to speak.

"Tang Wuming!" Qin Xichao squeezed his jaw, forcing him to look at him.

The two stood in a stalemate for a long time, and the strength on the chin increased a little bit, mixed with some slight trembling, I don't know if it was anger or distress.