This deity is handsome and splits the sky

The two looked at each other in embarrassment, suddenly there was a sharp pain from the wound, the wind made Xue Xue unsteady, and she fell forward, hitting Qingfeng's chest just in time.

Qingfeng stretched out his arms to stop him, and quickly hugged Feng Cuixue into his arms.

Feng Cuixue touched it subconsciously: It's really hard...

Qingfeng's ears were reddish, his arms were stiff, he hugged the wind and snow, and after a while he tentatively hugged his arms tightly.

Qingfeng whispered: "Shall I carry you back to bed?"

Feng Zuixue: "..."

Qingfeng: "?"

Feng Cuixue looked up at him and raised an eyebrow at him, what do you mean?

Seeing that Feng Cuixue agreed, Qingfeng grabbed Feng Cuixue's knees, picked him up by the waist, and put him back on the bed.

"Before the wound is healed, don't move around easily. If you need something, you can call me." Qingfeng said very fast while covering the quilt for the wind and snow.

The square table in the room had just been bumped into by the wind and snow, and it happened to be in the middle of the road. After Qingfeng finished speaking, he turned around and walked away. He bumped into the table with a "boom" in a hurry, and stepped on it when he stepped back. on the shattered vase fragments on the ground.

Qingfeng: "..."

The wind behind her asked Xueyou faintly, "Have I been disfigured?"

Before he could embarrass himself, Qingfeng's head was full of question marks when he was asked by the wind, "No."

"Then why do you act like you don't want to see me?"

"no!"

Qingfeng quickly explained, and when he turned around anxiously, he hit the table again with a "boom".

Qingfeng: "..."

Feng Zuixue: "..."

Qingfeng pursed his lips tightly, set the table upright with an ugly expression, and then stood upright in front of the bed, looking at the wind driving the snow, his expression seemed hesitant.

Feng reminded Xuexin to say that this person has not seen him for a few days, so why is he more mother-in-law?

Qingfeng asked hesitantly: "Do you want to drink water?"

Feng Zuixue: "... yes."

So Qingfeng turned around and made a cup of tea from the teapot on the table, the tea was already cold, when Qingfeng turned around holding the teacup, there was already white smoke coming out of the teacup, the temperature was just right when it was handed to Feng Zuixue's lips.

Qingfeng held Feng Cuixue's head to feed him water again, but his hands trembled a little, and he almost gave Feng Cuixue a face.

"Cough!" Feng Cuixue was so poured that she almost spewed out the water, and quickly pushed Qingfeng away, coughing in her throat.

Qingfeng hurriedly patted his back again to cheer the wind up, "I'm sorry."

Feng Cuixue was helpless, "Forget it, keep it away... how long have I slept?"

Qingfeng said: "One day, it will take a few days for your injury to recover, don't..." Qingfeng paused, and said in a tactful tone: "It's better to move less."

Feng Cuixue blinked, "Oh."

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, Feng Cuixue seemed to suddenly think of something, opened the sleeves, the soul-binding lock on the wrist was still as clean as new, as delicate as an ornament, but there was a small crack on it.

Feng Qixue's eyelashes drooped slightly, staring at the cracks on the soul-binding lock, she was still, not knowing what she was thinking.

Seeing Feng Cuixue staring at the Binding Soul Lock all the time, Qingfeng's breath around him froze for a moment, and a dark color flashed in his eyes looking towards Feng Cuixue.

Then, Qingfeng got up silently, cleaned up the shattered tiles on the ground, and walked out the door silently.

The sound of the wooden door being gently closed sounded from outside, and the wind caused Xue to slowly raise her eyes, and glanced at the door.

Outside.

In order to prevent the Heart Corrosion Vine from attacking, the entire backyard is covered with a layer of transparent enchantment, and the solid enchantment surrounds the yard so that there is no leakage.

"If I were you, I wouldn't go out."

As soon as Qingfeng went out, the voice of the demon in his mind rang.

Qingfeng avoided the position of the window lattice inside the house, making sure that the wind and snow in the house could not see him, so he stood still outside the door and looked at the green pines outside the courtyard.

Demon: "How many times have you saved him? Why do you act like you owe him?"

Qingfeng stood outside the door for a while, and Tong'er came after a while, saying that Young Master Fang from the Shunfeng Escort Bureau came to see him.

Qingfeng frowned, and waved slightly at Tong'er, Tong'er nodded, and went back to answer.

When leaving, Tong'er glanced at the closed door behind Qingfeng with complicated eyes.

The front hall of the Spring Breeze Building.

Fang Jianhong was joking with the dancer in the front hall, making the dancer cover her lips and laugh non-stop. He had a neon knife pinned to his left waist, and there was a sword case on the table.

The dancer was about to reach out to touch it curiously, but Fang Jianhong smiled and blocked it with his backhand, and the dancer curled her lips and withdrew her hand.

At this time Tong'er came in from the door, seeing Tong'er coming, Wu Ji stood up, kissed Tong'er slightly, and retreated.

Tong'er said: "Mr. Fang, Mr. Feng is still recovering from his injuries, so it is inconvenient to see guests."

Fang Jianhong said: "It's okay, I'll just take a look, just take a look."

Tong'er showed Fang Jianhong an apologetic smile.

Fang Jianhong pointed to the sword box, "This is the sword that Brother Feng Xian left in the cemetery that day. It's for the sake of returning the sword. Let me see it."

"Master, you can hand over the sword to your servant, and your servant will hand it to Mr. Feng on your behalf." Tong'er said.

Fang Jianhong choked for a moment, rolled his eyes, and winked playfully at Tong'er, "Then I'll see Qingfeng's head office." When he said the word 'Qingfeng', Fang Jianhong deliberately lowered his voice.

Tong'er also lowered her voice, trying to cover up: "We don't have anyone named Qingfeng here, and the master is also very busy, Mr. Fang should go back first."

Fang Jianhong immediately showed a look of regret, and even those beautiful peach blossom eyes were a little bit eclipsed.Seeing this, Tong'er thought for a while and said softly: "If Mr. Feng wakes up, this servant will notify you in time."

Fang Jianhong smiled, picked up the sword case with one hand, "All right, then I'll come back tomorrow."

"This sword..."

Tong'er was about to speak, but Fang Jianhong turned his wrist, and a golden-rimmed glazed silk flower appeared in his hand, "Flowers are for beauties, and this silk flower is perfect for Miss Tong'er."

Fang Jianhong's smile was gentle and elegant, and Tong'er was slightly taken aback, but she involuntarily took the silk flower.

At this time, a cold and lazy voice came from the door, "Mr. Fang is very elegant."

Tong'er bowed quickly, Fang Jianhong looked at the person coming, nodded slightly, "Boss Shen."

Shen Yupo said coldly: "In less than an hour since I came here, I have seduced several girls. My place is not a brothel, and I hope Mr. Fang pays more attention to propriety."

Fang Jianhong smiled slightly, "Everyone has a love for beauty. I just had a few words with the girls, and I didn't overstep. Miss Tong'er, do you think so?"

Tong'er looked at Shen Yupo's ugly face, holding the silk flower, she dared not speak at all.

"I heard that General Yuwei has a great reputation and a reputation, but I don't know if Mr. Fang dares to say that in front of his fiancée."

Shen Yupo said neither salty nor light.

Fang Jianhong: "..."

Shen Yupo's words just now were already extremely euphemistic. General Yuwei—that is, Miss Tang Er, has been leading troops outside the country all year round, and she is decisive in killing and fighting men. There are often rumors that she looks like a man and has an extremely fierce temperament.

"I can pass the Mingxue Sword on your behalf, Mr. Fang can go."

Fang Jianhong held the sword case in his arms and smiled, "I'd better pass it on by myself. I'll come back tomorrow."

Shen Yupo said lightly: "I'm afraid he won't see you no matter how many times you come."

Fang Jianhong was noncommittal, thinking that it was not you who stopped him.

After Fang Jianhong turned and left holding the sword box, Tong'er quickly bowed and handed the silk flower to Shen Yupo with both hands.

Shen Yupo raised his eyebrows, "Keep it."

After finishing speaking, Shen Yupo signaled to a place in the hall, and Tong'er followed Shen Yupo's eyes, and saw a dancer with a silk flower that was exactly the same as that in Tong'er's hand, and the dancer turned her head, just in time to see Tong'er something in hand.

Tong'er: "..."

Dancer: "..."

In the room, Feng Cuixue could only lie on the bed for the time being because of serious injuries.Qingfeng arranged for a young servant to wait on him. The young servant was diligent and lively, and he served him very well. However, after a while, the two of them had a lively chat with the young servant.

But Aomine was not seen all day.

At dusk, the servant brought Feng Cuixue's favorite lotus flower crisps and fresh shrimp wontons.

The cooking skills here seem to be a bit regressed, the lotus flower crisps are slightly burnt, and the wonton wrappers are rolled very thick, like dumpling wrappers.

Feng Cuixue picked up a flower-shaped lotus cake with a little disgust, tasted it carefully, and then put down the chopsticks with a complicated expression.

"Has your Boss Shen finally figured it out and decided to poison me to vent his anger?" Feng Cuixue asked seriously.

The boy scratched his head and glanced around guiltily, "It was made by the cook in the building, cook... the cook accidentally cut his hands while cooking today, and his hands shook!"

Feng Cuixue tasted the wonton again, saying that it was really hard to swallow, so the boy hesitated and said, "Then I will ask the cook to make another one?"

Feng Zuixue said: "Forget it, don't eat."

The boy went out with the tray, handed it to Qingfeng who was standing at the door, and shook his head at Qingfeng in embarrassment.

Qingfeng silently took the plate, waved at the servant, and signaled him to go back.

The afterglow of the setting sun illuminated the top of the mountain, Qingfeng walked out of the courtyard silently, looked at the lotus flower cakes on the plate, paused, picked one up and put it in his mouth.

The taste is really not very good, the sugar seems to be less, and the frying is a bit burnt.

This is the result of Qingfeng's repeated practice several times, but he still can't get the taste of the cook, and he can't make a lifelike lotus. This is already done with his best efforts.

After Qingfeng finished eating the lotus flower cakes, he went to the dining room, and immediately jumped up and down.When the servants of the dining room saw Qingfeng from a distance, they scattered in panic, the cook tried to stop Qingfeng from entering the door with a mournful face, "The new pot has just been replaced, and the house is still sweeping the ashes... Immortal Master, why don't you... come back another day? "

Qingfeng: "..."

When Qingfeng asked them to redo a lotus flower cake and fresh shrimp wonton, the cook showed a relieved smile, "Okay, now!"

After a stick of incense, the dining room made another meal, and everyone was relieved to send Qingfeng away.

Qingfeng: "..."

In his mind, the heart demon sighed sadly and angrily.

The author says:

I'm coming!Happy National Day everyone~