In addition to beauty, she also has a mold

Because it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, Uncle Fang and others all went down the mountain to go home. Tan Feng thought that he would be more relaxed and at ease when he was the only one left. Unexpectedly, Zhao Wuling actually stayed. Not only did he stay, but he also asked him by name. He accompanied him in copying Buddhist scriptures.

But his right arm was injured and it was difficult to lift the pen.

So, he thought of the excuse he used to coax Uncle Fang that day, and he followed the same pattern, clutching his stomach and making pain gestures.

"what happened?"

Zhao Wuling slowly wrote without looking at him.

He shouted ouch and moved outside quietly, saying: "I suddenly feel a stomachache. I'm sorry, little Marquis. I have three urgent needs and can't wait. I'll go first for convenience."

"Go."

"Thank you, thank you."

As if Zhao Wuling was afraid that he would regret it, he walked out of the door and ran away, stumbling away like a rabbit.

Pausing the pen, he glanced at the running figure from the corner of his eye, his thin lips slightly raised.

It was impossible to go back, so Qin Feng ran to the woods to take a nap. He didn't sleep well these two nights. He fell into a deep sleep as soon as he climbed the tree. When he woke up, the sun had turned to the west. He jumped down from the tree and walked slowly back to the temple. inside.

When he was approaching Chenxiang Temple, he suddenly saw something familiar on the stone in front of him.

Stepping forward, his eyes were suddenly surprised to see that it was the dagger that was lost a few days ago.

"Why are you here?"

He held the dagger and looked at it, muttering in confusion.

Before he could react, a person suddenly appeared behind him, covering his lips and pulling him back. The palms were a little rough, which made the tip of his nose and lips hurt. His heart skipped a beat. He wanted to fight back, but he heard a low smile. Ringing in the ears.

"We meet again, Xiao Yu."

Wolf-like eyes flashed in his mind, and he gradually put down the dagger.

After Lou Yuan let go of his hand, he turned to walk in front of him, looked at his current face carefully, and commented: "It is much prettier than before, but your original appearance is still the best."

The foreign eyes were close before his eyes, and Qin Feng confirmed that he was the person who blocked him in the alley that day.

Lou Yuan didn't catch him, but coincidentally grabbed the dagger. Naturally, he also knew his identity, and both of them made a tacit agreement not to mention what happened that day.

"Is the desert fun?"

He sat on the ground, pulled out a piece of grass and stuffed it into his mouth.

When Lou Yuan saw this, he snatched the grass away, put it into his mouth, and then sat next to him regardless of his appearance.

"generally."

Tan Feng smiled: "If you say that, I don't want to go."

Unexpectedly, Lou Yuan's expression changed after just a joke, pinched his arm, and explained impatiently: "I said it's normal because you didn't go. If you had gone, it would be very fun!"

Touching the wound, Tan Feng closed his eyes slightly, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Realizing that something was wrong with him, Lou Yuan immediately let go: "What's wrong with you?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the blood in his palm, and his eyes suddenly changed: "Are you injured?"

"Well, a small injury."

Tan Feng lowered his eyes and frowned in embarrassment. The blood soaked the gauze and stained the robe red.

Lou Yuan is really strong. If Master Jing'an sees him when he goes back like this, he will be worried again.

Lou Yuan thought for a moment and realized what was going on. He took out a bottle of medicine from his arms and said, "This is Rouran's anti-hemorrhage and pain medicine. Come on, I'll apply it to you."

Pulling off his clothes anxiously, Qin Feng stretched out his hand to stop him and refused with some difficulty: "No, I'm fine. It's just the same when I get back."

After speaking, he took the hand off his shoulder and raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat.

Lou Yuan stared at the blood-red arm, remembering the scene of being rejected, his tone was not much better, and he chuckled gloomily.

"When you were injured before, I gave you medicine every day. You and I lived in the same room and slept on the same bed. Now you have turned your back and don't recognize anyone. It's just medicine. How can you change?" It's not like your temperament at all to be so coquettish."

"The moon waxes and wanes, and the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter change in the world. Why can't I change my personality?"

Tan Feng got up and walked back in frustration. Lou Yuan grabbed him and forced him to sit down on the stone with a cold face.

"If I had known it was you, I definitely wouldn't have let them attack you."

He suddenly lowered himself down and bent down to look at Tan Feng at eye level. He felt very regretful about what he had just said: "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. I just want to give you medicine."

Seeing that the blood was bleeding more and more, even reaching the cuffs, Tan Feng frowned and muttered: "Then I'll trouble you."

Lou Yuan smiled comfortably and said hoarsely: "Okay."

The hand on his shoulder went to peel off Tan Feng's clothes. As soon as his fingers touched the hem of the clothes, his deep eyes suddenly froze.

"You are..."

Qin Feng made a cut with a dagger, then tore the cloth on his arm hard, and soon a slender arm was exposed.The gauze wrapped around the arm was soaked with blood, and the whole arm was bloody, which was very shocking.

"It's easier to apply medicine this way."

He lowered his eyes slightly, his lips were a little white, and his tone remained calm and unfluctuated.

The smile in Lou Yuan's eyes gradually disappeared, as if something was slowly passing by, or maybe he never caught it at all.

When the medicinal powder was sprinkled on the wound, the bone-eroding pain instantly spread to the internal organs. Unexpectedly, the potion was so strong. Tan Feng had no time to be relieved. His scalp was numb due to the sudden influx of pain, and he pinched it tightly with his left hand. Touching the edge of the stone, the bone fingers turned white.

He pursed his lips tightly and groaned between his lips and teeth: "Lou Yuan, your medicine... why... is it... so... strong?"

Lou Yuan heard this murmur, stopped putting the medicine, and stared at his white fingers with intense eyes. Tan Feng noticed that he had not moved, so he thought he had put the medicine, so he planned to get up and go back.

"do not move."

Lou Yuan called him to stop.

Because he had insufficient energy and blood due to alcoholism and poor rest earlier, and he forced himself to save Guhali, his current appearance was not much better than when he went crazy.

He raised his head weakly and looked at Lou Yuan with blurred eyes.

"Hurry up, I can't hold it anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his head was dizzy and his body fell backwards uncontrollably. Lou Yuan, with quick eyes and quick hands, scooped him into his arms.

"Sorry……"

Lou Yuan murmured in a low voice, and the action of dispensing the medicine became much slower.

Tan Feng vaguely heard what he said and leaned into his arms and smiled carelessly.

"I don't take your petty grudge lightly at all. There are too many painful things. At least you will say sorry to me."

Lou Yuan had a bitter taste in his throat and was speechless for a long time. He quickly pulled off the fabric of his inner garment and carefully bandaged the wound.

After the bone-corroding pain gradually subsided, Qin Feng finally felt the power in his palms, and the luck in one hand soothed his blood vessels. After Lou Yuan was bandaged, he also regained consciousness.

When he came out of Lou Yuan's arms, it was already dark. He suddenly remembered that today was the Mid-Autumn Festival. He had agreed with Master Jing'an early in the morning to go see Aunt Jingshu together after dinner.

It was already past dinner time, and Master Jing'an would be extremely worried if she couldn't find him.

"Lou Yuan, I have something else to do and I have to leave. I won't see you off. Take my leave."

He staggered back, and Lou Yuan caught up with him, immediately pulled him into his arms, and said without refusal: "You are walking in vain, and you are not steady at all. I'd better take you back."

"No need, there are no candles on the way down the mountain. You should go back quickly before it gets dark..."

The more he tried to break free, the harder Lou Yuan pushed, and finally he restrained him in his arms and told the truth through gritted teeth.

"What kind of mountain are you going down? I came to Chenxiang Temple to find you today!"

Thinking of putting a dagger on the stone to test, Tan Feng laughed helplessly and let him support him.

When Fang walked to the foot of the stone steps, Lou Yuan suddenly stopped. Tan Feng raised his head in confusion, and his eyelids crackled and began to beat wildly.

Zhao Wuling stood on the stone steps, staring at the two of them with a gloomy expression. The atmosphere around him was terrifyingly harsh.

Got it!

Tan Feng sat up in shock when he was dying, and suddenly thought that he had lied to Zhao Wuling, saying that he had a stomachache and went to take a convenience store, and then left without returning.

It turned out that Zhao Wuling must have been very angry when he came out to be lazy. His sinister eyes looked like he wanted to eat people.

"Lou Yuan, let me go first."

Lou Yuan looked at the people on the steps, feeling extremely proud.

He was very dissatisfied and didn't want to let go, but the person in his arms had broken free, and his arms were instantly empty, just like his heart.

Enduring the feeling of dizziness and discomfort, Qin Feng ran up to Zhao Wuling, climbed a step lower than him, looked up at him, and did not forget to lift his bloody right arm.

"Little Marquis, I know you are very angry, but please don't be angry yet. You see, Buddha was also angry, so he punished me. This is my retribution."

Looking at his smooth-tongued and flattering expression, Zhao Wuling's eyebrows twitched.

"Go back, Master Jing'an should be worried."

When he mentioned Master Jing'an, Tan Feng nodded obediently: "It's time to go back."

Before Zhao Wuling could speak, he had already adjusted his internal strength and walked back bravely. Zhao Wuling's eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were full of sullenness.

When Lou Yuan was about to catch up, he found that Zhao Wuling had already walked to Qin Feng, stretched out his arms and held him in his arms to prevent him from getting dizzy and falling again.

The distance between the two of them was very close. When Tan Feng looked sideways and talked to Zhao Wuling, he could see the tall nose bridge and deep brown eyes close at hand.

Zhao Wuling looked down at him. There was not much emotion in his eyes, and there seemed to be too many emotions hidden in his eyes, making them unpredictable.