Willing to change Qingfeng to fight the rivers and lakes

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When Zhan Zhao woke up, the sky was not bright yet, and the overnight spring rain had stopped, but there were occasional sounds of water droplets falling, which were extremely light but clearly audible.

In the room, it was still vaguely discernible.Zhan Zhao turned around slightly, and Yang Jian, who was hugged tightly in his arms, didn't know whether he had fallen asleep or passed out again, but he didn't respond.Zhan Zhao quietly raised half of his body and stared blankly at Yang Jian. Yang Jian's body was still cold, and his breathing was light and slow, almost imperceptible, but still very stable.

Zhan Zhao knew that although Yang Jian’s condition didn’t get better, it didn’t intensify either. Last night, Yang Jian was in good spirits. The two talked for a while. In fact, most of the time it was Zhan Zhao who said that Yang Jian was listening. Zhan Zhao didn’t remember what he said. , seems to be very messy and has no theme. I will talk about my parents in my family, my brother and sister, and other relatives and friends. I talked about how hard it was to practice martial arts with my master when I was a child, and how much fun I had...

Zhan Zhao's eloquence has never been very good. After becoming an official, he spent the longest time with Bao Zheng, but Bao Zheng didn't talk much and was very serious. Zhan Zhao rarely chatted with Bao Zheng; Zhan Zhao's best friend, the two have been together for a long time, but with Bai Yutang, Zhan Zhao has almost no chance to talk.But he didn't know that he was so talkative, and he didn't feel dry mouth when he talked until midnight.

It seems that Yang Jian also said a few words, but Zhan Zhao no longer remembers it. He only remembers that at the end Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes and said calmly: "It's still a bit cold in the spring night, come up and cover yourself with the quilt and talk to me slowly."

Zhan Zhao hardly hesitated, took off his coat and blouse, and got on the bed. The bed in the inn was very wide, and even though Yang Jian was only lying in the middle, there was still a lot of space left beside Yang Jian. He also fell asleep with his clothes crooked, only to sleep soundly and dreamlessly all night.

Because he practiced martial arts with his master since he was a child and got used to being independent, Zhan Zhao has almost forgotten what it feels like to sleep with others, and even subconsciously, Zhan Zhao has always rejected this kind of sleeping method of skin-to-skin contact, except for occasionally sleeping with his own in Kaifeng Mansion. Apart from being squeezed and slept by Bai Yutang a few times in the room, Zhan Zhao could hardly remember who he slept with.And every time he slept with Bai Yutang, he would probably make him unable to sleep peacefully. When he woke up in the morning, he would definitely have dark circles under his eyes, and Gongsun Ce would always find out and joke about it.

How come being with Yang Jian is so natural and without any grievances?

When did Yang Jian become so different?

Was it the first time they met on Mount Hua who were impressed by his demeanor or the people in Yujie Village who were convinced by his demeanor?Was it the indifference with which he turned the tide in the ice and snow of Beiliao, or the calmness with which he saved himself from life and death infected him?Or was it the admiration in his eyes that flickered in his eyes when he was lightly dressed and dancing swords under the flying snow in the deep house compound on the outskirts of Bianliang City, making his mind addicted?

Zhan Zhao didn't know and didn't care about it, he just knew that Yang Jian was already a special person to him.

What's special, Zhan Zhao is still a little confused.

The bedside candles burnt to ashes.

Zhan Zhao lightly got out of bed, put on his clothes, went to the door and opened it. Xiaoyu lived in the east wing next door, and the candle was still dimly lit. It seemed that this little girl must have had no sleep all night.Zhan Zhao looked back to see that Yang Jian still hadn't made any movement, so he went out to the East Wing to comfort Xiaoyu.

When he walked to the door and was about to raise his hand to knock, he heard a commotion coming from the room. Although he deliberately lowered his voice, Zhan Zhao immediately recognized the voice of Yang Jian's nephew Chen Xiang, but hurriedly said: "I've only been away for a few days, why did something like this happen? Just now, I thought my mother was joking when I heard about it. You rushed here and you couldn't explain why you didn't let me go and see how uncle was doing. Are you going to kill me in a hurry!"

Xiaoyu's voice was a little hoarse, and she said dissatisfiedly: "You are the only one who is in a hurry. Could it be that I am willing to have an accident? So what if you go to see it? Do you have the ability to help uncle? You came to see uncle in the middle of the night, do you want to see him? Are you resting, uncle?"

Chen Xiang was speechless by Xiao Yu's question, so she sighed heavily, turned her head and asked, "Who?"

Upon hearing the question, Zhan Zhao knew that Chen Xiang had found him, so he knocked on the door earnestly, and said, "It's me, I see the lights in the room are still on, come and have a look."

Xiaoyu came over to look at the door, saw Zhan Zhao forced a smile, and said, "How is Uncle Zhan sleeping?"

Chen Xiang also came out, not saying a word but just staring at Zhan Zhao with searching eyes, Zhan Zhao knew what Chen Xiang meant, smiled wryly and said, "Second brother is not awake yet, but he woke up last night and talked to me in the middle of the night, the injury is not yet seen. It got worse and didn't get better..."

Xiaoyu knew that Yang Jian's life was safe, but she still couldn't let it go, and said, "We are all fine here, there is nothing to do, Uncle Zhan, go back to the house to rest with Uncle, it rained all night and the humidity is very heavy in the morning , Uncle Zhan was also very tired yesterday, so be careful of catching a cold—if you fall down again, Xiaoyu won't have to recite the spell."

Zhan Zhao appreciated Xiaoyu's kindness, and wanted to ask when Chen Xiang came or how he got the news, but after a second thought, he felt that it was irrelevant. The people around Yang Jian were somewhat mysterious, and if anything, he would definitely handle it better than himself better.At that moment, he smiled lightly and turned to leave.

It wasn't until Zhan Zhao's figure disappeared behind the main door that Chen Xiang let out a deep breath and said, "Just let them be together like this..."

Xiaoyu pouted and closed the door with her backhand, and said bitterly: "I don't care, as long as uncle likes it, even if it ruins the Three Realms, I can only help uncle!"

Chen Xiang swallowed and said: "I don't mean anything else, I just... well, I just said it casually, will I be against my uncle?"

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