The general is easy to bully

For faking Shen Xingfeng's death, Elder Qi still felt a little sorry for Xiao Qihan.

Xiao Qihan didn't pursue it, as long as he's fine when he comes back.

Besides, he also knew that the feigned death was probably Shen Xingfeng's idea.

Old Qi has a bean curd mouth and a heart, and he dotes on Shen Xingfeng very much on weekdays.

"Sit down, Mr. Qi."

Xiao Qihan put down his pen and frowned: "I have something to figure out."

"You ask."

"Why is Xingfeng poisoned?"

Elder Qi's face changed suddenly, and he didn't want to say anything.

Xiao Qihan was helpless: "Old Qi, you understand what I think about Xingfeng. Since I already know that he has been poisoned, I will definitely investigate."

Old Qi frowned, and after a long silence, he said, "Two years ago, I helped Xingfeng reconnect his body's meridians. Let him practice martial arts again."

Xiao Qihan's pupils froze.

The blood all over his body almost froze at this moment.

"You...you said...what did you say?"

Xingfeng took over the meridian again two years ago?

Old Qi's voice was hoarse: "Yes, he had soaked in medicinal baths for several months, and the medicine was three-point poisonous. It was at that time that the poison soaked into Xingfeng's body."

Xiao Qihan's eyes were red, his throat seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, and even swallowing became extremely difficult. He stared at Qi Lao with wide-eyed eyes: "I said before, it's not allowed...it's not allowed to help him..."

Old Qi interrupted Xiao Qihan's words: "Xingfeng insisted on it."

Xiao Qihan's breathing accelerated suddenly.

Old Qi's voice became hoarse, and his eyes were a little red: "He doesn't want to wait for you to come back alone in the mansion, he wants to practice martial arts, take up the sword again, and protect you like the kid Fourteen did when he protected Minglan on the battlefield .”

Qi Lao choked up when he said this: "That kid is so enthusiastic, I can't refuse him."

Xiao Qihan numbly fell into the chair.

"I'm very angry, Xiao Qihan." Mr. Qi wiped his tears with his sleeve, "I've been practicing medicine for decades, but even if I failed to save my own son, I'm not as angry as I was back then. Then when she came back with Xingfeng in her arms, he His body was covered in blood, and he was dying. I can save him and hang him with his last breath, what's the difficulty?"

Old Qi burst into tears: "But his hand is crippled, it is completely crippled, and it can never be cured again. He knows that he will be poisoned and will shorten his life for many years, so he wants to heal it for you. My hand is useless again, do you know how I felt at that time?"

Xiao Qihan's face was pale and his shoulders trembled.

Old Qi's voice was hoarse, and suddenly he became colder: "It would be great if he died."

For the first time in his life as a doctor, he wanted his patient to die.

If you die, you have to wake up to face this purgatory-like tragedy on earth.

Alive, Xingfeng is only tormented and tormented.

Qi Lao stood up from the chair, staring at Xiao Qihan's red eyes: "I heard from Gu Shishi that Xingfeng's hand was hurt because of you, because you used him to exchange that Shen Jun!"

"Xiao Qihan, how can you be worthy, that child has a deep affection for you!"

Xiao Qihan gritted his teeth firmly, like a marionette, he stood up slowly, and then ran faster and faster.

Shen Xingfeng was still asleep.

Xiao Qihan held his breath, and carefully held Shen Xingfeng's wrist.

The thin wrist bones seemed to shatter if squeezed lightly.

There are twisted and ugly scars on the fair skin.

Like a poisoned sharp blade, it pierced Xiao Qihan's heart fiercely.

this hand...

This hand could have picked up his Yuxin again.

Originally, he could hold a sword.

For Shen Xingfeng, who was born in the general family, losing his martial arts must be so painful.

He actually let such a nightmare happen to him twice.

Xiao Qihan trembled all over, his thick eyelashes kept shaking, and tears fell down drop by drop.

"What did I do...what the hell did I do..."

Xiao Qihan knelt down heavily beside Shen Xingfeng's bed.

He gently held Shen Xingfeng's wrist, put it to his lips and kissed his scar.

"I'm sorry, Xingfeng, I'm sorry, I was wrong..."

He was really wrong.

Shen Xingfeng opened his eyes, and looked coldly at Xiao Qihan who was kneeling under his bed, trembling all over.

After a long silence, a cold and ironic sneer curled up on the corner of his lips, and then he closed his eyes again.

The tear of crocodile.

It was originally stained with blood.

Xiao Qihan knelt on Shen Xingfeng's bedside for a whole night.

In the early morning of the next day, he slowly stood up while supporting the side of the bed.

The severe pain in his knees made him pale. After kneeling for too long, the moment he got up, his mind was spinning, his body shook violently twice, and he almost fell.

When walking out of the room, Ming Lan supported Xiao Qihan: "Master, are you alright?"

Xiao Qihan's face was pale, and he pushed away the Minglan, like a walking dead.

Elder Qi was still sleeping on the collapsed bed, so Xiao Qihan walked in directly.

He asked hoarsely, "Is his hand still okay?"

Elder Qi was taken aback: "What?"

"Xingfeng's hand...is it alright?"

Mr. Qi put on some clothes, finally came to his senses, and said angrily, "How can it be good?! His hand was pierced, and all his meridians were cut off. Let him pick it up again? How many lives will he have? ?”

Xiao Qihan's eyes were bloodshot, he shook his head and said stubbornly, "You must heal his hand."

"It's over!"

Old Qi was furious.

Xiao Qihan directly knelt down to Elder Qi, "I beg you..."

Old Qi turned around the room angrily: "What's the use of begging me, I'm not a fairy! I'm a fairy, and I'm not enough to be tossed about by you. I cured him, but you can't protect him and let him continue to get hurt. , Xiao Qihan, tell yourself, what's the point of me saving him and treating him? Huh?"

Xiao Qihan's face turned pale: "No, I won't let him get hurt again."

Old Qi sat down heavily on the chair, looked at Xiao Qihan who was kneeling on the ground, and fell silent.

After a while, he said hoarsely: "Get up, it's not that I don't save him, but his hands, there is really nothing to do, the impact of the toxin on his body far exceeds my expectation, can you save him?" His life, that is the most important thing, Xiao Qihan, you are a smart person, to Xingfeng, your life is more important than his hand, he is stupid, you are also stupid with him, right? Think about it yourself, You want his life or his hand!"

Old Qi's face turned red: "It's your own fault for making it like this. You wanted a healthy and unscathed Shen Xingfeng. What did you do then?! You traded him for Shen Jun!"

Xiao Qihan's eyes were red again.

Xiao Qihan fell seriously ill.

In these years, he has rarely been ill. Even if he was injured on the battlefield, he was still wrapped in bandages, and continued to fight with his knife without changing his expression.

When he was seriously ill, the high fever made him unable to stay awake, and he kept murmuring "I'm sorry" in his drowsy sleep.

Mr. Qi was busy taking care of Xiao Qihan, but the medicine couldn't go in, and Xiao Qihan's illness would never get better.

Ming Lan looked at Xiao Qihan's frown, turned around and ran towards Shen Xingfeng.

Shen Xingfeng was sitting in the yard braiding Wen Jue's hair.

Wen Jue used to do this kind of thing for him all the time, but now Shen Xingfeng also finds it interesting to do the reverse.

Minglan flew over with ease all the way.

"Shen Xingfeng."

Shen Xingfeng turned his head and glanced at Minglan; "What's the matter?"

"Master Hou is ill."

Shen Xingfeng raised his eyebrows: "If you're sick, go to the doctor. What do you want me to do? I don't know how to see a doctor."

"Master Hou can't take the medicine."

Shen Xingfeng tied Wen Jue's hair with a hairband, and then replied to Minglan: "It has nothing to do with me."

Minglan's eyes sank: "When you were sick, Master Hou never left, you..."

"Just pretending to be sentimental." Shen Xingfeng pulled Minglan up and ignored Minglan: "Wen Jue, I'll take you there to play, let's go."

……

It was already half a month later that Xiao Qihan recovered from his illness.

The illness was serious, and the whole person lost a lot of weight.

Ming Lan handed Xiao Qihan a bowl of hot porridge: "Master, you can eat some."

Xiao Qihan took it and asked, "Where's Xingfeng?"

Ming Lan lowered her head: "I've been in the mansion all the time, I haven't been out of the courtyard much."

Xiao Qihan knew that he would not come to see him, but there was a trace of fantasy in the end, his eyes flickered slightly: "He...has he come to see me?"

Ming Lan was silent for a while, then shook her head: "No."

"Did you ask me?"

Minglan gritted his teeth: "Master Hou, he doesn't care about your life or death at all. During your illness, he didn't ask anything. I had a lot of fun playing with that Wen Jue all day long."

Xiao Qihan's slender fingers gripped the bowl tightly, and the dull pain in his heart dragged his whole body screaming for pain.

He was silent for a long time, then nodded, his voice was hoarse and low, "Got it, let's go."

Didn't Shen Xingfeng make it clear from the beginning?

What is he still asking for?

Xiao Qihan frowned, and drank all the porridge in the bowl in one go.

Then he got up to look for Shen Xingfeng.

When Shen Xingfeng saw Xiao Qihan, he was obviously taken aback.

He packed up the books on the table one by one, and then wanted to go back to his room.

"Xingfeng." Xiao Qihan stopped him.

After recovering from a serious illness, his voice was still a little pale, "I'm going back to Beijing."

He should have returned to the city last month, but he was a little bit reluctant.

After delaying and delaying, waiting for Shen Xingfeng to soften his heart, but in the end...he was still wrong.

"There are a lot of things in Beijing, and I have to go back and deal with them."

Shen Xingfeng's shoulders trembled, he paused for a while, and said calmly, "I will pack my luggage."

Xiao Qihan shook his head: "No, you can stay in Yangzhou."

After returning to Beijing, it will be a bloodbath.

Maybe letting Xingfeng stay in this bright and warm Yangzhou is a good thing for him.

There was joy in Shen Xingfeng's eyes, he turned around: "You didn't lie to me?"

"No." Xiao Qihan walked in front of Shen Xingfeng, stretched out his hand and gently touched his face: "I will let Mr. Qi stay to take care of you and Wen Jue. I gave you this house as a gift. Both the house deed and the land deed In Mr. Qi’s place, this will be your home from now on, with Xianghu Lake in front and the street market in the back, you will like it, don’t go wandering in the future. And that Dr. Ding, you must ask him to help you poison."

Shen Xingfeng was silent for a moment, then looked at his calm voice: "Will you come to Yangzhou again?"

Xiao Qihan's eyes were red, and a soreness welled up in his heart. He took a deep breath, and gently hugged Shen Xingfeng into his arms.

Throat choked.

"if everything goes well……"

Starbreeze, if all goes well.

This should be the last time we meet.

May you be safe and happy, and meet a beloved one.