Song of Less Danger

Nie Shaowei smelled a faint scent of cloves in the chaos, and gradually he regained consciousness.

"Wake up." A voice that couldn't hide its surprise sounded.He turned his gaze, and a white and warm face approached, his eyes were clear and round like those of a deer, full of joy and concern.

Zheng Liaoge put the half-read book aside and stood up. He looked a little tired and his voice was slightly hoarse, but he still smiled, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? ... Hey, Don't move."

Seeing that the boy was about to sit up with his arms propped up, he quickly stretched out his hand to help him, but there was a sudden "slap", and his hand was slapped away.

Nie Shaowei resisted a sharp pain in his abdomen, and gave him a cold look: "Don't touch me."

Zheng Liaoge stood by the bed in a daze, and retracted his hand at a loss for a while, "I, I won't touch it, so be careful, don't touch the wound."

The atmosphere froze for a moment.Nie Shaowei didn't speak or look at anyone, his jet-black hair fell down, covering his expression.Zheng Liaoge wanted to ask a few questions, so he didn't know what to say, so he could only say: "I'll go and see the medicine, you should have a good rest."

He turned and left the room.Only then did Nie Shaowei turn his head, his thin and pale back was reflected in his dark pupils, his eyes were complicated and cold, mixed with disgust, murderous intent, and hatred.

Before he met this person, he hated him, the only son left behind by the Zheng family, Xiao Baimei's biological younger brother, and his engraved enemy in his heart.His father and mother died because of the Zheng family, and the family was torn apart because of the Zheng family, and because of the Zheng family, he was doomed to never have a peaceful life from birth.

"One day, you will meet the blood of the Zheng family."

The master's voice echoed in his ears, "At that time, you don't need to kill him. Death is nothing but a nod, and life is endless torture."

"Wei'er, you want to kill him."

Zheng Laoge rolled up his sleeves and lowered his head to cut ginseng, put it in the earthen pot and cook it.Xuanwu came over after practicing sword in the courtyard, saw him cooking ginseng soup, and said, "Young master is sick, I'll cook it."

"It's just a little cold, just take medicine and sleep." Zheng Liaoge gently stirred the medicine soup, "He woke up."

Xuanwu let out an "oh", showing no interest.Zheng Laoge was a little worried: "He doesn't seem to like me."

Xuanwu rolled up his sleeves and walked into the house. Zheng Liaoge hurriedly held her back, "Forget it, he suffered such serious injuries and was poisoned. He must be very uncomfortable. It's only natural that he is in a bad mood."

After the thick ginseng soup was cooked, Zheng Liaoge poured it into a bowl and brought it to the room. He saw the young man leaning silently on the bed, motionless, exuding a strong aura of not being close to strangers.

Zheng Liaoge stood a step away from the bed with a bowl in his hand, "I...I made you a bowl of ginseng soup."

Nie Shaowei looked over indifferently, seeing his gentle and good-natured appearance, the girl behind him looked wary, holding a sword and staring at him coldly.

He knew that the young masters of the Zheng family were guarding people all the year round. They were all the cronies left behind by Xiao Baimei back then. They were all highly skilled in martial arts, so they should not be easily tempted.

Nie Shaowei turned his head and ignored him.

Xuanwu frowned immediately, Zheng Liaoge signaled her not to beat the wounded patient, and put the ginseng soup on the small table beside the bed, "I put it here, remember to drink it while it's hot."

After speaking, he left the room with Xuanwu.

"You saved his life, and that's what he did to you."

Xuan Wu was very dissatisfied with that young man, but Zheng Liaoge understood, "His background must be unusual. With such a serious injury, he would certainly feel uneasy seeing strange faces."

He turned his head to cook, and in consideration of the young man's injury, he simply boiled a pot of meat porridge, scrambled eggs with the wild vegetables that Xuanwu picked up from somewhere in the mountains, put several small dishes into small bowls, and served them out. kitchen.

The boy was temporarily placed in the master's room.Zheng Laoge breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the ginseng soup bowl was bottomed out when he entered the room.He put the small wooden table on the bed and said, "Let's eat."

Nie Shaowei sat on the bed and did not speak.Zheng Laoge coaxed him like a child, "You'll get better soon after you're full."

Xuanwu stood behind Zheng Laoge staring at Nie Shaowei, and suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

The young man glanced at her coldly, his gaze was like a sharp blade.He suddenly looked at Zheng Liaoge, and suddenly asked exactly the same words: "What's your name?"

Zheng Liaoge was stunned, looked into the boy's dark eyes, and said, "...you can call me Liaoge."

"The one who scoops water and catches fish, the song that travels while the clouds stop singing." Zheng Laoge smiled at Nie Shaowei, his round eyes curved into crescent moons, "Her name is Xuanwu, my sister."

The young man's gaze was fixed on him, and he felt inexplicably like a wolf dormant in the dark.Zheng Laoge was a little dazed.

He always felt that the boy hated him.

"Less danger."

Nie Shaowei finally opened his mouth to say his name, and he didn't intend to introduce any more words.Xuanwu frowned slightly after hearing this, and said coldly: "Report to the teacher."

"Fushan Alzhen."

The expressions of both of them changed.Zheng Liaoge once heard his master mention this name. According to his old man, he said that in addition to Jiangbei Zheng's Xiaobaimei, who was second to none, there was Qu Hechen, a prairie eagle, and Mr. Meng, a Jiangnan doctor. Fu Shandao Ale's family, who only got up a few years ago.Apart from these titles, when talking about the other aristocratic families of the good and evil factions, the master disliked saying that they were all made up of one another.As for the No. [-] Nie family of the evil faction that is far outside the pass and makes everyone fearful, the master is even more annoyed, thinking that they are just some shady people who can only poison, and it is not worth mentioning.

Alzhen of Nafu Mountain is said to be of mixed race, he was born tall and tall, and he can dance with exquisite sword skills.Because he lived alone all year round and rarely interacted with others, he was not well-known.

Xuanwu continued to ask: "Why did you get injured?"

Shaowei replied indifferently: "The enemy framed me."

He was murdered by the enemy at a young age, and he didn't know what kind of torture he had suffered before.Zheng Liaoge couldn't bear it, and comforted him: "Don't worry, it's safe here, you can rest at ease, and it's not too late to leave when your health recovers."

Shaowei stopped talking.

His hostility was so deep that Zheng Liaoge was really at a loss, so he put down the hot meal and left the room without saying a few words.

The two walked through the corridor and returned to the main room. Zheng Liaoge asked Xuanwu: "Do you need to send a letter to Ale's house and ask them to pick you up?"

Xuanwu replied: "Alzhen is a man who knows no good or bad, so don't tell him where he lives."

"Ah."

Zheng Laoge took the kettle and watered the herbs planted in the yard, lowered his head and looked down, looking worried.Xuanwu stood by, like a silent and loyal dog.

Zheng Laoge poured water for a while, still couldn't help sighing, and muttered softly: "I thought he would like us."

Xuanwu looked at him, thought for a while, and said, "Take the young master to pick mushrooms?"

Zheng Liaoge was amused: "Forget it, it's such a cold day, it's troublesome to freeze me sick."

He knew that Xuanwu wanted to make him happy, but it was a pity that he was in poor health and couldn't stand the cold, and after running a few more steps, he was exhausted and out of breath.He didn't want Xuanwu to worry about him, so he said, "Help me go to the town to see if there is any letter from Master."

Xuanwu nodded, turned around and left with his sword in hand.Zheng Liaoge went into the house and took out some medicinal materials from the medicine cabinet, poured them into the medicine bowl, mashed them, and boiled them into soup. Then he took the gauze and walked slowly to the next room. He stood at the door and hesitated for a while before raising his hand to knock Knock on the door, "Shaowei, I'm coming in."

He opened the door and went in, poked his head out to take a look, and saw the boy resting on the head of the bed with his eyes closed, and the bowls of food on the table were all empty.As soon as Zheng Laoge walked to the bed with his things, the boy opened his eyes silently, and his dark pupils locked on him.

Zheng Liaoge subconsciously stopped, and looked at him with a steaming medicine bowl, "I boiled some detoxification medicine for you, so as to clean up the remaining toxins in your body."

Shaowei looked at him for a while, the expression on his face was no longer as cold and unkind as it was at the beginning, he raised his hand to take the bowl, and drank it silently.

Zheng Laoge took out the gauze and small scissors, and motioned for him to untie his clothes.This time Shaowei was not so full of resistance, he raised his hand and unbuttoned his robe, revealing his strong chest and the gauze on his abdomen.

Zheng Liaoge immersed himself in untiing the gauze and cleaning the wound for him. Shaowei looked down at him with his head down. Thin wrists all show weakness and incompetence.Treating him, a strange warrior of unknown origin, was like treating a wounded child, and even softened his voice while reading without pain, while gently helping him change his medicine.

His elder brother Nie Yin told him more than once, "Zheng Tingxue is indeed a natural genius. He has been invincible since he was 17 years old. Even your uncle and second uncle are no match for him. His own brother is even worse than ordinary people. If it weren't for the surname Zheng Protecting him, that trash would not be able to survive today."

"After the beginning of spring, you must bring him to us."

Shaowei stared at Zheng Laoge's face, and suddenly said, "I was the one who was abrupt before."

When Zheng Laoge raised his head, he looked like a deer that was suddenly frightened, "Huh?...It's okay."

"The benefactor looks as old as me."

"I'm nineteen this year." Zheng Liaoge pursed his lips and smiled, "Don't call me that, just call me Liaoge."

"Three years older than me." Shaowei observed his demeanor in silence all the time, and said politely, "So it's my brother."

Zheng Laoge obviously became happier gradually.Shaowei continued talking to him, "I was very irritable when I first woke up..."

"Don't worry about it." Zheng Liaoge expressed his understanding.

"Is this a mountain?"

"This is Qingshan, Mianzhou. I met you in a coma by the stream. You were poisoned and your abdomen was seriously injured. I almost thought I couldn't save him." Zheng Liaoge concentrated on changing the gauze for him and folded up his clothes, "Fortunately You are in good health, and you have survived such a serious injury."

"Is there no one else in such a big house?"

"There is another family member who hasn't come back." Zheng Liaoge lowered his head and thought for a while, then said softly, "There is no one else left."

The two faced each other in silence for a while, when Zheng Liaoge suddenly slapped himself hard on the face, making Shaowei baffled.He let out a breath, stood up with his red cheeks, "do business."

He ran out of the room in a flash, and came back with a pile of books after a while, and put the books on the bed under Shaowei's strange eyes, "Does Shaowei want to read? I have annotated "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" and "Jin The Essentials of Deficiency, of course, if you find it boring, I also took "The Chronicle of the Wronged Soul" and "The Cave of the Immortals"..."

It turns out that this is business.

Zheng Liaoge showed Shaowei one by one. Shaowei was not interested at all at first, but after seeing those novels, he finally couldn't help but say, "Why are they all ghosts?"

"I like to see these ghosts and ghosts." Zheng Liaoge picked up one of the books and opened it for him to read, "Look, this book also has pictures, and the ghosts painted in it are very vivid. I heard that the artist is Xu Qixian from Jiangnan. Master, I asked Xuanwu to search around to find this version."

Shaowei blocked the book impatiently, "I don't want to read it."

"Look."

"dont see."

"Shaowei, are you afraid of ghosts?"

Shaowei turned his head and said seriously: "I'm not afraid."

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Zheng Laoge suddenly laughed.Shaowei frowned inexplicably and looked at him, as if looking at a strange person.Zheng Liaoge smiled so much that his eyes curled up, "Shaowei, you are so funny. You obviously dare not even look at paintings, and you still say you are not afraid of ghosts."

Shaowei stared at him silently for a long while, but Zheng Laoge was not as nervous as before, and sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him confidently, with an expression of "I'm not right".

Shaowei's eyes flashed, and he looked away silently.His brows were always furrowed, his eyes were dark and deep, and he didn't know what was going on in his heart.Zheng Laoge only thought that he was hurt and worried, so he stopped teasing him, and obediently moved aside to add fire to the stove, and then added spices to the censer, which still smelled faintly of cloves.

"Go to sleep." Zheng Liaoge sat on the side of the bed and said warmly, "You have a good rest, I will read a book on the table next to you and accompany you."

He tentatively helped Shaowei's shoulder, Shaowei acquiesced in this approaching movement, propped his arms on the bed and slowly leaned down.Zheng Laoge carefully supported him to lie down, tucked the quilt up for him, and asked, "Is it still cold? Do you want to put down the curtain?"

"not cold."

Zheng Laoge reached into the quilt and touched the back of his hand, it was really warm, but it seemed that his hands and feet were cold.He pulled out his hand to arrange the quilt, raised his eyes to notice Shaowei's gaze, and was a little curious, "Shaowei, why are you looking at me like this?"

Shaowei said, "You and I have never known each other, yet you take care of me like this."

Zheng Laoge smiled, and the white mist exhaled blurred the flashing look of loneliness on his face.

"I haven't talked to outsiders for a long time." He said so, and then asked very embarrassedly, "Does it bother you?"

The room was very warm from the stove, but Zheng Liaoge's fingers on his legs were still pale and cold. At the age of 19, he was a youth full of vitality, but this person in front of him was thin and frail, wrapped in a thick crimson robe, and his voice was as soft as drops of water.

Vulnerable, naive, and unguarded.

What a waste.

Shaowei looked away from Zheng Laoge, and said calmly, "No."

"I don't find it annoying."

The author says:

Currently there are only three left in the Nie family, the eldest is Shen Zhan, the second is Nie Yin, and the third is Nie Shaowei.

There are only two Zheng family, Zheng Tingxue and Zheng Liaoge

Let me say it again, this movie is about the younger brother group and the older brother group, but the older brother group will play later, it is two pairs of CP!Two pairs!not dead! HE!

don't worry