Don't talk about money and hurt feelings!Marquis【Crossover】

The street market is noisy, and the business is mixed. The people are busy starting a new day, dealing with many people of different races and clothes, and selling their products to each other.

However, if there are idlers who can stand on a high place and look around under the city wall, they will find a running figure, whose slender figure is outlined by the ups and downs of the clothes, and he does not stop taking a step as if he is competing with himself.

Xu Ziying's forehead and neck were covered with sweat, and he felt that his whole body was steaming from the inside.

He was wearing boots, his long hair was slightly disheveled, and his cheeks were flushed. He was panting and running.

He had already run around the city wall twice, and when he was about to reach the place, Xu Ziying's feet became heavier and heavier, and he could hardly walk.

In front of the shaking sight was a half-dead tree, and a man was sitting leisurely under the tree. Xu Ziying gritted his teeth and finally ran under the tree, and the man stood up.

"Hey Yingying, don't rest yet, walk a few steps slowly." Rong Feiyan supported him with both hands, letting him walk slowly around the tree a few times.

"I……"

Xu Ziying coughed a few times, his feet were limp and his hands were almost leaning against Rong Feiyan's body. He felt that the air he inhaled through his nose was hot, and his chest was constantly squeezed.

When it was almost done, Rong Fei was tired of helping him to the reclining chair to finish, and fanned him beside him and handed him tea: "After running these two laps, go back and have a rest. After running for these days, my heart aches for Master Hou."

Xu Ziying said weakly: "It's been ten days, it's a sweet step for you to let me run, what about the drills you promised?!"

Although Rong Feiyan promised well, he was not allowed to be with those generals and adjutants at all.Train him alone every day, just let him run around the city wall for ten days.

Rong Fei stretched out his hand to help him pinch his leg: "Don't be eager for quick success in doing things, you can be more practical when you have mastered the basic skills."

"Look at you, you couldn't even run half a lap a few days ago, but you can run two laps today. The results are so impressive, of course you have improved."

Xu Ziying was powerless to refute for a while, and he didn't want to listen to his reasoning: "You talk less... and are you free? I don't need you to follow me every day."

In the first two days, Rong Feiyan took him to run, and this body was tired after running for two steps, and seeing Rong Feiyan not panting for breath, he became even more angry, so Rong Feiyan didn't let Rong Feiyan follow.

Rong Fei said angrily: "Of course the Marquis has important matters to deal with, but it's about Yingying's affairs, so I naturally have to do it myself, but I won't delay, I've brought all the documents as you see them, just to accompany you."

Xu Ziying couldn't even roll her tired eyes, and said slowly: "I don't need you to accompany me, I can run by myself..."

Rong Fei was tired of smiling: "I want what I want."

"Then why..." At this time, a weak voice came from not far away.

Du Yi was sweating profusely, his feet were sloppy, his arms were mechanically swinging, he staggered and moved, he ran to the tree and sat on the ground with his buttocks, he just lay down and wrote a big character, gathering the last of his strength.

"Then why do you want me to run with you..."

Rong Feiyan immediately changed his face: "If you are told to follow Yingying, just follow, there is so much nonsense."

Seeing that Du Yilei couldn't lift a single finger, Xu Ziying stood up and poured him a cup of cool green tea for the sake of his medicine.

Handed it to him and said: "Xiao Du, your body looks worse than mine, I'm taking you with me, I hope you don't always think about stealing food from the kitchen, and everyone will have nothing to eat."

With his support, Du Yi forced himself to sit up, drank the tea in one breath, lay down again, and said weakly: "How can I compare to Mr. Xu, I..."

"Okay." Rong Fei came over and kicked Du Yi: "If you don't run, get out."

Du Yi hurriedly got up without a word of nonsense, and hurriedly walked away with soft steps.

Xu Ziying joked, "If you chase him around, he can run ten laps."

Rong Feiyan shook his head: "Let him go."

"Oh, that's right."

Xu Ziying has always wanted to ask him a question: "Although you look fierce to Xiao Du, you actually take good care of him, I don't know that doctors can eat at the same table as the general, why? He is your relative? "

Rong Fei smiled softly: "Yes, dear." He was lying on another rattan rocking chair, with his arms behind his head: "So Benhou has to keep an eye on him."

Hearing what he said made Xu Ziying feel like he was making up a lie, and said, "Really? What kind of relative is he? Cousin? Nephew?"

Rong Fei was tired of following the rocking chair, and bent his legs very casually: "Well, I don't know anywhere, because I have no relatives in this world for a long time."

There was no trace of sadness in these words, which made Xu Ziying stunned. He vaguely heard him mention it before, but he didn't take it seriously, but now it seems that Rong Feiyan is really a loner.

He said: "Then, nothing happened..."

Xu Ziying couldn't figure out what was the reason that would make Rong Fei tired of not having a family member in this world.

Rong Fei closed his eyes tiredly, as if wandering in sleep, the shadow of the tree wrapped around his face, it took him a while to hear him slowly say: "It's been too long, I don't remember."

Xu Ziying could hear that he didn't want to say more, and it was probably not something that had to be said, Xu Ziying felt the same way.

If someone asked him what other relatives he had, he would say that he was all dead, and he would not admit that there were relatives who had sucked his blood for so many years.

Xu Ziying sighed softly as the past events resurfaced in front of his eyes.He didn't hear Rong Feiyan's movement for a long time, but in a blink of an eye, this guy actually fell asleep on the recliner.

"Hey, Rong Feiyan? Rong Feiyan?"

No one answered, and all he could see was the smooth profile of the man's sleeping face, which was different from the arrogance and ruffian of the past, and now it was as quiet as a statue, with countless flashes washed away.

Xu Ziying didn't bother him any more, and turned his gaze away to find a comfortable position on the recliner, thinking that if he didn't speak, he still looks good, why did he have a mouth?

Not knowing whether he was talking about himself or burying others, Xu Ziying closed his eyes in a daze, and gradually his head became dizzy, and he fell asleep just like that.

I don't know how long he slept like this, but when he woke up, he didn't feel tired anymore, instead he felt refreshed.

After holding the rocking chair back to the ground, I stretched a lot, feeling that all the bones in my body are "cracking".

Xu Ziying himself was also surprised by the difference in just ten days. Compared with the original, the physical strength of this body is much better than before, and with Du Yi for comparison, even the steps are much lighter.

His mouth was bitter, so he went to the small table to drink some tea, and when he turned around, he found that Rong Fei was still asleep!Even the posture has not changed.

If Xu Ziying had a brush in his hand at this time, he would definitely draw a few bastards on Rong Fei's tired face.

"Is it me or you who ran around the city wall twice? This man... how long has he been sleeping?" Xu Ziying said angrily.

But he doesn't know how to count the hours by the day, so he doesn't know how long he has slept.

Suddenly, he felt someone touching his arm, and looked down, it turned out to be those two children of other races.

The two children suddenly appeared, obviously looking for Xu Ziying.

The older boy said something to him, and then handed him a small writing brush. Xu Ziying thought that if his wish came true, he would make Rong Fei tired of drawing bastards, so he couldn't help laughing.

But this is more or less impossible, the small brush is the most common material, Xu Ziying didn't know it, but he still took it

Then the boy took out a crumpled and yellowed piece of paper from his pocket and spread it out in front of him, as if he wanted him to write something.