Iceberg beauty lifts her head

Time faded away.It's just that my mind is slightly dizzy, and the feeling of numbness comes from my limbs.

This medicine has an excellent effect of dispelling cold and dissipating heat, but it seems to have serious side effects.

He raised his eyelids in a daze.

She struggled to keep her mind clear, even her lips were trembling faintly.Wait for some words to be asked.But Feng Chengyu raised his index finger, put it next to his mouth, and made a silent movement.

"Don't talk yet, it's fine. "Dispelling Cold Pill" is quite powerful, so it's normal to feel dizzy and have sore hands and feet after taking it. "

Yao Qiyun stared at the falling leaves in the forest, and was quiet for a long time, but he still refused to close his eyes, even though those eyes had lost the sharpness of the past, and had already become sleepy.

"Listen to me, get some sleep first, and you won't feel dizzy when you wake up."

Seemingly unable to hear what he said, he just mumbled to himself in a hoarse voice: "The matter of the Shifang Gang..."

I'm too busy to take care of myself, why are I still thinking about those villains? "Um?"

"No, keep it from me."

"Oh..." It was just a casual remark before, but I didn't expect him to care so much...

"Just pretend I didn't say anything just now." Looking at Yao Qiyun's still stubborn expression, Feng Chengyu's thoughts surged inexplicably: "But before that, you have to promise me that you will not act on your own when you arrive in Xingdu .”

There are so many turmoil in the rivers and lakes, it is luck to be rescued once or twice in the midst of danger, if there is another time, it is likely that you will not be so lucky.

Alas, being ignored, Feng Chengyu stopped sighing: "Yan An has been investigating the Shifang Gang in Xiancheng for the past few days, and it should be almost finished? Why haven't I seen the carriage yet? I am so tired today I can't move anymore..."

He muttered from time to time, but his legs and feet were so tired that he no longer wanted to move half a step, Feng Chengyu kept leaning against the tree.

Until Yao Qiyun, who was lying beside him, finally couldn't resist the heavy drowsiness, his eyelids gradually became heavy, and he slowly closed them as he wished, and his breathing became even.

After he fell into a deep sleep, Feng Chengyu made a hand gesture, and suddenly a voice floated in the depths of the pine forest.

A series of black shadows leaped out from the hidden pine leaves vigorously.

Six men in black quietly formed a half circle and knelt in front of Feng Chengyu on one knee: "Master!"

The leader, Yan An, cupped his hands and asked for instructions: "Your subordinates have been waiting for orders for a long time, what orders does the young master have?"

"Prepare the fastest horses and horses, and rush to the Xingdu Medical Center immediately, and the others will leave first."

"Understood." The black shadow flickered, and the hidden guards retreated to the dark place one by one.

Yan An whistled suddenly, and after half a cup of tea, he heard the faint sound of grinding wheels, and a bay-colored horse pulling a carriage came from not far from the mountain road.

After Yan Ning placed the stepping block and Feng Chengyu carried the sleeping Yao Qiyun into the carriage, a strange look suddenly appeared on his face.

If Yao Qiyun knew that his subordinates had been secretly protecting him all the time, wouldn't he be mad at him?

In the pine forest swaying like the sea with the wind, brown and red chariots and horses are galloping towards the official road of Xingdu.

The sound of the wheels shaking all over the mountain, echoing in the red forest dyed with the setting sun.The brownish-yellow mountain mud stirred up billows of wind and dust, which quickly dispersed to both sides with the wind, leaving only two rows of crushed traces in the end.

After having a carriage, the day's itinerary was much faster, and he caught up with the official road before dark that day.

Luo Wuchen, who was sitting on the chariot and steering the horse, looked at the still bright sky, and couldn't help but loosen the reins to make the horse's pace slow down a little.

I turned my head and stole a strange look inside through the gap between the curtain of crystal beads on the door frame.

In the carriage, the always pampered Young Master Feng looked exhausted, but he was hugging a young man who was already asleep, with an expression of some kind of unexplained pampering.

Luo Wuchen continued to drive the horse with his whip in his hand, but he was secretly surprised in his heart.

A few days ago, he was ordered by Yan An to drive this carriage behind them, following them all the way.

In case of emergencies.It is inevitable that he will witness the special intimacy Feng Chengyu treated Yao Qiyun with his own eyes.

Although Feng Chengyu's style of acting is particularly selfish, and servants don't like to make too many guesses when the master is doing things.

But when he saw Feng Chengyu looking down at Yao Qiyun, his eyes were full of enigmatic feelings——

That kind of affection was the passion he didn't have for the various women he brought into the carriage before.

And how much truth, how much fakery, and how many complicated meanings are mixed in this fierceness, Luo Wuchen has always been unable to see through.

He, Feng Chengyu, is a flirtatious master, he often sees one loves the other, showing mercy everywhere in the upper class, just like a butterfly fluttering among peach blossoms.

Would such an amorous person really fall into the love web he wove?

This is really hard to imagine.

"Hey, you said young master...could it be that he has lost his sleeve?"

Yan An, who was driving a black horse alone, noticed Luo Wuchen's thoughtful demeanor, rode his horse closer, and poured out his thoughts in a low voice.

26. Chapter 26

"Don't gossip, young master must have his own measure."

Luo Wuchen hurriedly hissed at him, and glanced into the curtain of the car again.

Feng Chengyu, who was sitting on the soft seat, was unbuttoning his scarlet coat, and gently putting it on for Yao Qiyun who was leaning on his shoulder.

When twisting the edge of the cloak, he seemed to be taking care of a sick lover. The tenderness and meticulousness in it definitely did not seem to be a casual superficial effort.

The young man from the Yao sect has been sleeping in a coma with his eyes lightly closed, completely unaware of his considerate care.

It's just that the long eyebrows are faintly frowned, and occasionally ramblings can be uttered from the mouth, as if there are unresolved matters in his mind, even in his sleep, it is rare for him to be safe.

Every time at this time, Feng Chengyu would gently wrap his arms around him, endure his delicate temper as a young master, and whisper softly to lull him to sleep, until the young man's slightly frowning brows slowly relaxed, making him His always lonely and cold side face, inadvertently revealed the immaturity unique to the still young face.

But Feng Chengyu hasn't closed his eyes once since getting on the carriage, even if it's just a small nap, he can't bear to let his attention leave Yao Qiyun for half a minute——

Even though he went to half of the Xianshan mountain road for several days, his mental strength was already exhausted, and he needed to rest even more between the two of them.

But if he is willing to rest and recuperate, who can stop him?

When he was fighting lone wolves, when he climbed the steep slope in misery, with just a gesture, those hiding in ambush would go to the rescue immediately.

But he persisted until Yao Qiyun passed out with a fever.

This way of pursuing emotion is incredible.

"Master."

Finally, he couldn't bear to lift the corner of the curtain, and called out to him.

Feng Chengyu raised his haggard face, revealing the dark circles under his eyes.

Luo Wuchen looked at Yao Qiyun who was still sleeping in his arms, sighed and said, "After his fever subsides, his life is no longer in danger. And if you watch him like this, the next person who faints from exhaustion may be you It's..."

His tone revealed helplessness, and after he finished speaking, he lowered the curtain of the car and slapped the whip on the horse's back.

Hearing the neighing of a gallant horse raising its hooves, Feng Chengyu watched countless towering green pines receding at an accelerated pace outside the window, his eyes were slightly bloodshot.

He looked at it for a long time, the lines on his lips were deeply opened, and he showed a gorgeous smile: "As long as these roads can be walked, there will always be no mistakes."

On the first half of the road from Shifangbang Cave to Xianshan Mountain, it was Yao Qiyun who watched him hold him, step by step, stepping into the mud with his heels.

Although, every step is very difficult-especially for Wu Gen's destroyed self, it is tantamount to self-destructing the little internal strength left.

Indeed, the internal energy was exhausted... almost gone.

Ten years ago, the scene woven by the master of the Tianxia Pavilion was woven with love, but it seemed to have an astonishing magic power, and he consciously fell into it.

In the end, someone broke the tendons of his hands and feet, sealed off Ren Du's two veins, and destroyed his world-horrifying internal strength, leaving only this half-baked body.

Thanks to the fact that the internal force in the meridian was not completely dissipated at that time, there is still a part of it remaining in the dantian, which can be used to suture the broken tendons temporarily, so as not to become disabled.

It's just that his true energy cannot be regenerated endlessly.

Just like when the candle oil in the red glazed lantern is burned out, the last trace of true energy in his dantian will no longer exist.

A reclusive holy doctor in Medicine God Valley once told Feng Chengyu that his main acupoints were completely destroyed, and there was almost no possibility of repairing them.

The remaining true energy is a gift from God out of sympathy, use a little less, and when the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, he will become a real useless person.

So, for my future self, isn't it considered a real "disabled person" now?

With his fingertips on the collapsed urn, Feng Chengyu's smiling lip showed more self-mockery, and he became unhappy.

The bent joints turned white, it was obvious that a lot of force had been exerted, but the urn full of wine seemed to weigh a thousand catties, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't lift it.

He bowed his head, his long loose hair half covered his slender face.

——A cripple like you who has lost all cultivation, who would count on you?

That night in the capital, Gu Wushuang's words suddenly echoed in his ears.

Even though he knew that he was deliberately slandering, Feng Chengyu at this time was almost unable to breathe under the pressure of this insignificant old saying.

He raised his hand and slowly opened it. The cocoons on his palm that had been born from holding a sword had already thinned, leaving only criss-cross lines.

The five fingers were shaved and trembling due to weakness: "I look like this, is it because I'm too tired these days, or is it just like what the holy doctor said a few years ago. I didn't do what I could do when I exercised, and I became a so-called useless person." Is the day coming early?"

"Um……"

Suddenly, an inappropriate dream came from Yao Qiyun's mouth, making the corners of Feng Chengyu's mouth twitch slightly.

I just asked myself