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After returning to the Zhong Mansion, Zhong Fufeng went to the meeting hall, Chi Xingqian could not help but place Zhong Ziyuan on the soft collapse.

Zhong Ziyuan was a little helpless, he watched Chi Xingqian rolled up his sleeves to prepare hot water for his bath, the room was hotter than outside, he took off the outer robe, wrapped his strong upper body in the robe, and turned his back to him Very busy.

The heat on his face suddenly came up again, Zhong Ziyuan said softly, "I am fine, but Fufeng was hurt more than me."

Chi Xingqian didn't respond as if he didn't hear it. Zhong Ziyuan coughed and continued, "I... just come by myself."

After putting away the last bucket of hot water, Chi Xingqian turned to look at him.

Zhong Ziyuan looked a little cute, he didn't move on the soft couch, he just watched Chi Xingqian walking towards him, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Chi Xingqian bent down and squatted in front of him, Zhong Ziyuan turned his face away uncomfortably, his eyes flustered and hid elsewhere.

"In Zhongfu, who else knows that you are afraid of the cold?"

Zhong Ziyuan was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Chi Xingqian to ask this, a little embarrassed by his awkwardness just now, he thought about it seriously, and said: "I have never left here since I was born, there should be many people in my elders and peers know about it. .”

Chi Xingqian nodded silently.

Zhou Minfei said something today.

He said it was cold in that place.

Chi Xing vaguely felt that the mage who knew the ancient secret arts aimed at the person he cared about.

At this moment, Zhong Ziyuan suddenly said, "I would like to ask when did you know that I was afraid of the cold?"

His eyes were as clear as a deep pool, and he asked in confusion.

Chi Xingqian looked at him and smiled, "Show me the wound, and I'll tell you." While speaking, he touched his sleeve, but Zhong Ziyuan grabbed his wrist before he could hide.

The slippery wrist was as white as jade, and there was a clear scratch on it. Chi Xingqian frowned, stared at the unsightly scar, and slowly lowered his head to seal a kiss.

Soft as if afraid of being broken.

Zhong Ziyuan froze in place, and after he realized it, he withdrew his hand in a panic.

Chi Xingqian himself was also stunned. He was too distressed just now and acted recklessly as an asshole.

"The wound will not heal more easily when it touches water. Don't take a bath today." Chi Xingqian turned around and took a soft cloth towel, soaking it in hot water to wipe it for him.

Seeing his movements so skillfully and smoothly, just as Zhong Ziyuan wanted to refuse, a warm hand grabbed his palm.

Zhong Ziyuan trembled slightly, Chi Xingqian frowned, "The water temperature is too cold?" He shook his head.

Chi Xingqian still carried the copper pot and poured some hot water. After testing the water temperature, he took a soft cloth and carefully wiped his neck. The beautiful lines and curves were hidden in the underwear.

Zhong Ziyuan said something softly, but Chi Xingqian couldn't concentrate on listening to what he said.

Zhong Ziyuan felt it.

He turned his face to the side uncomfortably, lightly mentioned the fact that he was always lingering on the sick bed before he was ten years old, and said with a naughty smile: "If someone wants to harm me, he should choose a good day to be with me when I was ten years old." I started before the age of ten, and after the age of ten, my health is getting better and there is no sign of weakness anymore."

When Chi Xingqian heard this, he looked up at his usually cold and docile eyes, and suddenly his expression froze, and he pulled him into his arms.

His hand slowly stretched out above his heart, this time, Zhong Ziyuan was completely stiff and stupid, unable to recover for a long time.

Feeling that Chi Xingqian didn't intend to let go, he whispered, "Chi Xingqian."

Chi Xingqian loosened his arms slightly, supported his shoulders, and made him raise his head to meet his eyes.

"Zhong Ziyuan." His voice was warm and thick, with inherent dominance and gentleness.

Zhong Ziyuan: "Huh?"

Chi Xingqian: "I want to kiss you."

Today's bastard thing, he intends to do it to the end.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Ziyuan saw this heroic face suddenly close to his own, his cool lips were covered, and a thick palm embraced his head from behind, making it impossible for him to retreat.

Zhong Ziyuan felt that Chi Xingqian bit his lips lightly and kissed him tightly, his head rumbled like a mountain and river collapsed, and dust and mist filled the sky.

dong dong dong.

A hasty knock on the door interrupted the beauty of the house.

Zhong Ziyuan pushed away the man in front of him, looked outside in a panic, the corners of his eyes were moist red.

Chi Xingqian smiled, and pursed his lips with endless aftertaste.

It was Zhongyan who came.

As soon as the door opened, he slipped in, his usually stern face was rarely anxious.

He said to Zhong Ziyuan: "You hurry up and leave now."

Seeing his unusual behavior, Zhong Ziyuan wondered, "What happened?"

Zhong Yan said: "Just now, Mu Yun finally recalled everything. He said that you were the one who killed the villagers."

Zhong Ziyuan was angry for a moment, he didn't care that he was not wearing his outer robe, so he got up to confront him, Zhong Yan stopped him and said, "Hurry up now, Mu Yun was just talking to me, but he never wanted to be heard by others, now I'm afraid that the Patriarch has already known about this matter, and if we don't leave, it will be too late."

Zhong Ziyuan didn't want to listen any more, he just felt that every sentence was absurd, seeing Chi Xingqian grabbing half of his sleeve, brushing his hand away, he wanted to rush out.

Chi Xingqian grabbed the corner of his clothes and pulled him back.

He held Zhong Ziyuan in his arms and patted his back lightly. Zhong Ziyuan didn't know why, so his breath enveloped him, and he suddenly became relieved.

He was originally a calm and self-retaining person, but after meeting this man, he became more and more indecisive.

Chi Xingqian looked at Zhong Yan, his face turned cold a little bit.

He said calmly, "Stop pretending, you are not Zhong Yan."

Zhong Yan's eyes flickered for a moment, and his face suddenly sank.

Chi Xingqian has long seen Zhong Yan's feelings for Qin Muyun. These days, he has been helping Qin Muyun find his murderer, and he has spent so much time finding his murderer, as if this is the only thing he has to do for the rest of his life.

His thoughts are not clever and meticulous, especially when it comes to dealing with Qin Muyun. If he really heard Qin Muyun tell him that his mother and the people in that village were killed by Zhong Ziyuan, Zhong Yan might have held the sword immediately. Pointing to Zhong Ziyuan to question, how could he tell him and let him escape?

The only explanation is that the person in front of him is not Zhong Yan.

Chi Xingqian protected Zhong Ziyuan behind him, gathering spiritual power in his hand, and a sword landed firmly in his hand.

Zhong Yan drew his sword and stabbed directly at Zhong Ziyuan behind him. Zhong Ziyuan was just about to make a move after dodging the sword energy, when he heard the noise of people in the corridor, interlaced with hurried footsteps.

Seeing that the momentum was not good, Zhong Yan immediately turned around and flew away. Just as Chi Xingqian was about to catch up, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the Patriarch leading a group of people walking towards them.

At this moment, Zhong Ziyuan finally understood the intention of "Zhong Yan". Qin Muyun might have really said what he said just now. This fake Zhong Yan just wanted him to escape, because if he left, he would no longer be able to justify himself.

Looking from a distance, it was Zhong Yan who was walking next to the Patriarch. His eyes were red, and he could feel anger from three meters away.

Before reaching in front of Zhong Ziyuan, Zhong Yan's sword was aimed at Zhong Ziyuan's eyebrows.

At this moment, Zhong Ziyuan didn't intend to open his mouth to defend himself, but only waited for Xingshi to ask him the crime.

Zhong Ziyuan knew that a clear soul would not lie, and everyone would think that what Qin Muyun said was the hard truth.

Qin Muyun walked to Zhong Yan and said softly, "Brother Yan, put down the sword."

He fixedly looked at Zhong Ziyuan, frowned slightly, and slowly told the story of returning home after going down the mountain that day.