After all this was done, he approached the couch and prepared to have a frank talk with Li Fengqi.

It was only when he got closer that he realized that Li Fengqi had passed out again. His long eyebrows were knitted together and his teeth were clenched.

The stains on his face have been scrubbed clean, and the dim warm candlelight on the bedside makes him look a little more complex. Although he has lost his shape, his facial features are still delicate.

The ancients once said that a rock is as independent as a lone pine, and as decadent as a jade mountain is about to collapse. Ye Yunting felt that these two sentences were just right for Li Fengqi.

Even though it has been ruined like this, there is still some good demeanor left.

Ye Yunting trimmed his messy long hair and said softly: "Today Ji Lian and I didn't even have to eat because of you. If you are not willing to be humiliated, please get better quickly."

It would also be a good way for their masters and servants to have some light of the ascension of chickens and dogs to heaven.

It was a pity that the unconscious person could not hear his words at this time. Ye Yunting muttered a few words to himself, then resignedly stood up and cleaned up.

The stained curtains on the couch had to be removed and replaced, and the tables and chairs on the floor in the room also had to be wiped clean... Fortunately, it was not like he had never done these rough jobs when he was in the Duke's mansion. Now that he is doing it, although

A little clumsy, but barely passable.

By the time I finished all these things, it was already dusk outside.

In autumn, it gets dark early and the temperature difference between day and night is huge. Ye Yunting only wore a thin undershirt for convenience when working. Now that he was done with his work, he noticed the coldness. He hurriedly put on his outer robe and rubbed it.

Rubbing his cold hands, he was thinking about Ji Lian who had gone out to check on Ji Lian who had not returned yet.

I opened the door and looked outside. The yard was quiet, except for the chirping of insects and birds, there was no movement at all.

The two maids had gone somewhere, and they had disappeared.

Ye Yunting hesitated for a moment, but still did not go out to look for anyone. He went to the side room next to him and searched for a while, found a few candlesticks and two clean beddings, then returned to the house to continue tidying up - now only the one where Li Fengqi slept was left.

The bed has not been made.

Now that he has decided to board the big ship of King Yong'an, Ye Yunting will not retreat easily.

After he lit a few candlesticks and illuminated the dim inner room, he went to torment the patients on the bed.

Li Fengqi was still in a coma. From the time Ye Yunting saw him, he had neither eaten nor drank a sip of water, and had never seen a medical officer come to diagnose his illness and give him medicine. Ye Yunting could not say how his current health was. He could only

First, he carefully lifted off the moldy bedding, and then tentatively reached out to unbutton his robe, preparing to check whether there were any external injuries on his body.

If there is any trauma, it will be difficult to move at will for the time being.

Ye Yunting first untied the outer shirt that was soaked in blood-stained concoction. When he untied the inner shirt, he glanced at Li Fengqi with a little lack of confidence. Seeing that he still closed his eyes peacefully, he let out a breath and said, "

offend".

The inner garment was opened, revealing the scarred body underneath.

Ye Yunting, who was still a little embarrassed at first, felt his breath suffocate when his eyes fell on these scars.

Although I had known that King Yong'an joined the army at a young age and had gone through hundreds of battles, he would inevitably have old and new scars on his body, but when he saw these criss-crossed old wounds with his own eyes, he still couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation.

A general will die in a hundred battles, and a strong man will return after ten years.

Beizhao has been surrounded by wolves in recent years. Dongyi has a disloyal heart, South Vietnam has become more and more powerful, and Xihuang has become more ambitious and invaded the border many times. In the early years, there were frequent frictions and wars on the border, and the people on the border suffered deeply from the war.

But since Yongan Wang Gu

After killing the fierce general of Xihuang by himself, the morale of the Beizhao army was greatly boosted. Under his command, the 200,000 border guards were like a copper wall and an iron wall, protecting the people on the border. Even the most ferocious Xihuang army was also

I dare not set foot on the border again.

The soldiers at the border were even more proud to join the Xuanjia Army under the command of King Yong'an. Once the black flag of the Xuanjia Army was raised, no one could match it.

But the Beizhao God of War, who had frightened enemy countries, was now lying in his own palace, being tortured until he lost his human appearance.

Ye Yunting took a deep breath, tied his robe again, then stood up and bowed deeply to him, and then carefully picked him up. Li Fengqi was a martial arts practitioner. He was tall and had a frame almost bigger than him.

After a lap, he had gathered enough strength, but he was afraid that he would not be able to hold him. Who knew that when he actually held him in his arms, he realized that he was frighteningly light.

The butterfly bone on the back protruded out, causing pain.

Ye Yunting sighed so many times today that he gently carried him to the imperial concubine's couch by the window and laid him down before going to clean up the messy bed.

…

Li Fengqi was woken up by the cold.

The early autumn in Beijing is not like the soreness of a shave in northern Xinjiang. It is like a basin of cold water that wraps people up and soaks them in it, chilling them to the core.

He tried his best to open his eyes, but found that he was not on the bed, but was placed on the imperial concubine's couch where he usually took a nap. The imperial concubine's couch faced a window, and the cold wind blew through the gap in the window.

It blows in and penetrates into the cracks of human bones.

Li Fengqi sneered inwardly, thinking that Li Zong thought he didn't die quickly enough and wanted to add more fuel. He actually acted like a child and resorted to such despicable means.

It's a pity that he has a tough life, he can't die, and he doesn't want to die.

He closed his eyes and recited the Art of War silently over and over again to resist the bone-chilling coldness.

But this time, before he could finish memorizing half of the art of war, he heard footsteps.

The footsteps of the visitor were deep and hollow. He must be a young man who has never practiced martial arts. If he guessed correctly, he must be a weak scholar.

Li Zong sent such a person here, did he come up with a new trick to humiliate him?

Li Fengqi closed his eyes and pretended to be unconscious, secretly holding his breath and concentrating, waiting for the other party to approach.

Ye Yunting was halfway through changing the bedding when he remembered that it would be cold if he didn't cover himself with the bedding at this time of the year, and that Li Fengqi was still a sick person and couldn't get wind, so he hurriedly brought a thin quilt over to cover him.

When I got closer, I saw that his lips were indeed whiter. When I touched the back of my hand, it was even colder without any warmth.

"I was negligent." Ye Yunting looked at the man who seemed weaker and paler than before, and couldn't help but apologize.

He tucked Li Fengqi into a quilt, hesitated for a moment, then put his two hands under the thin quilt, grabbed his cold hands and covered him to keep him warm.
Chapter completed!