The next morning, Zhao Ji felt very bad after getting up. He drank too much wine yesterday and had a hard time sleeping poorly. From the morning when he woke up, he felt head-heavy and light-hearted.

Zhao Ji felt that his physical health was really bad, and there might be genetic factors in it. Emperor Shenzong himself died young and had many descendants, but most of them did not grow up and died prematurely. Although Zhao Ji was ranked 11, there were only two brothers on the list, one was the sixth emperor of Zhezong, who was weak and sick, and died until twenty-sixth. The other was the ninth king of Wu Zhao Qi, who suffered from eye disease and could not see things. In this way, Zhao Ji was healthy in all limbs and clear ears and eyes, and could survive so much. It was really luck. His predecessor, admiring immortals and admiring Taoism, probably also had this factor. But although he was quite old, his brain was dizzy.

It seems that it is still necessary to learn some internal strength to strengthen the body.

Zhao Ji was calculating so much and wanted to invite Qiao Feng and the others to come for breakfast, but Qiao Feng and others had already come first. Zhao Ji stood up and welcomed them in, but Qiao Feng said, "I'm sorry for the hospitality of Mr. Zhao and my righteous help. Qiao is very grateful. But the grass-roots people are not ethical, and if they continue to disturb them, they will inevitably offend them. So Qiao came to say goodbye to the master today..."

"What? Are you leaving?"

When Zhao Ji heard this, he couldn't help but feel anxious. He planned to deepen his friendship with Qiao Feng all night yesterday. Unexpectedly, he didn't give him a chance at all, so he came to say goodbye in a blink of an eye. He looked at Liang Shicheng with some anger: "But have you neglected the leader of the Qiao Gang and his noble family?"

Qiao Feng hurriedly said, "Young Master Zhao misunderstood. Manager Liang took care of him meticulously, which really made us feel at home. But we are waiting for the wilderness of the world, like duckweed, and are used to wandering around the world. If you continue to bother you, it is not convenient for two moves, so you might as well resign."

While speaking, Qiao Feng took out a folding fan from his sleeve, held it in front of Zhao Ji with both hands, and said, "A vulgar person is hard to be elegant. Mr. Zhao is rich and noble. Mr. Qiao has nothing to give to him when he is leaving. This folding fan is given by his mentor and has always been cherished. Now he is transferred to the master, and I hope that the master will not be disgusted. If the master has any difficulties in the future, he will only have to take someone to send the folding fan to the head of the Beggars' Sect in Luoyang, but if you have any invitations, you will go through fire and water, Mr. Qiao will not refuse!"

This folding fan is just an ordinary object and is not a work by a famous artist. Zhao Ji took out a casually in his study and was much more precious than that. However, Zhao Ji understood the meaning of this folding fan to Qiao Feng. Seeing him passing it over to him, it seemed that he still attached great importance to his friendship, and at the same time he had really decided to leave.

He stepped forward and took the folding fan with his hands. Before he could speak, his eyes suddenly turned black and his whole body softened. Qiao Feng quickly reached out to support Zhao Ji and said quickly: "Young Master Zhao, what's wrong with you?"

"Prince!" Liang Shicheng's face at the door also changed drastically. He rushed forward and pushed Qiao Feng away, and helped Zhao Ji back to his seat.

After holding his forehead with his hands and panting for a while, Zhao Ji's dizziness gradually faded, but he was still exhausted. He took the ginseng bowl from Liang Shicheng and sipped it gently. A warm current spread throughout his body, and gradually recovered some strength. He looked up and saw Qiao Feng and others standing there with a restrained look on their faces, and said with a forced smile: "It's true that Xiao Wang is the eleventh son of the Emperor Shenzong, the current official brother, and was named King Duan. I respect Brother Qiao and the heroes and chivalrous of the Beggars' Sect. I want to make friends with him, but I am worried that his identity will alienate you, so I didn't tell the truth before."

Qiao Feng and others stood up on the spot, not knowing how to answer. Although they had long guessed that Mr. Zhao had an extraordinary identity, they felt a different feeling when they heard it with their own ears. The dignified Prince of the Imperial Brothers actually had a relationship with them, which was beyond their imagination, but they became more and more restrained. No matter how Mr. Zhao was in his attitude towards them, his identity was always there, which made people feel awe.

The other members of the Beggars' Sect stood up with their heads down, and they didn't dare to breathe. Although they each had some reputation in the world, the shore of the land was the king's land. The awe of the imperial family penetrated into their bones, but it had nothing to do with the level of martial arts. Qiao Feng was a simpler mind. He was born with a heroic temperament and did not change his attitude towards him too much because of Zhao Ji's identity. Seeing Zhao Ji's appearance, he asked, "Zhao, is the prince sick?"

"It's not a serious patient, but he's a little weak, and he has never seen any improvement in his care since childhood. He always has some ill illnesses from time to time."

As Zhao Ji said, he stood up with Liang Shicheng's support and said, "Since Brother Qiao and the heroes of the Beggars' Sect have decided to leave, I will no longer force you to stay. Unfortunately, due to the secular eyes, we know each other but it is difficult for us to know each other. When I leave, I have nothing to give it, and I only offer some yellow and white things to serve as Cheng Yi. It may be difficult to see you again in the future. I just hope that you will remember that Xiao Wang, a friend in Bianliang City, will come to visit you later."

The members of the Beggars' Gang hurriedly bowed and said, "I am grateful for my help from the prince and my righteous help."

Qiao Feng was silent for a while and said, "Although Qiao does not understand medical principles, he has learned some skills to strengthen the body and soul. If Mr. Zhao trusts me, I will stay in the mansion and disturb you for a while to regulate Mr. Zhao's body. Although he will not suffer from all kinds of illnesses, his body will always be stronger."

Zhao Ji couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard this: "If Brother Qiao is willing to stay, that's the best. You are the friend I really want to make, so why would you bother me? But will this delay your itinerary for Brother Qiao?"

Qiao Feng said: "The people in the world are wandering and wandering, so how can they have any fixed itinerary? You are ill, so take a rest first. I will send my brothers away first and come back later."

Zhao Ji wanted to raise an image of a polite and polite person in the hearts of the Beggars' Gang. He was not willing to sit in the room, so he tried his best to support him and send the Beggars' Gang out of the mansion. He couldn't help but sigh that the same person, as long as others eat and drink, could be brothers with Qiao Feng, but he had to work hard to keep the person. This identity is sometimes convenient, but sometimes it is also an obstacle.

The members of the Beggars' Gang repeatedly asked Zhao Ji to stay, and he stopped in front of the door and left them some room to speak.

Qiao Feng sent everyone to the street. The leader of the rudder sighed and said, "Gangmaster, we all know that you value friendship and want to stay and use your internal skills to help Prince Duan regulate his body. It is true that Prince Duan is generous and respectful to the wise and nobles, and he does not treat each other differently because of our vulgarity. He is a rare young handsome man in the world. But after all, his body is different from the people in our world..."

Qiao Feng raised his hand and interrupted the words of the helm leader Fang, saying, "Prince Duan does not treat me with worldly opinions, so I only think he is a close friend. If I only have a respected identity, I will stay away from this enthusiastic and righteous friend, which is really contrary to the morality of the world. Besides, Prince Duan is extremely rich and I think there will be no requests from our Beggars' Sect in the future. I am not afraid of the cold eyes of the world, but I am afraid that it will be difficult to repay the kindness. Prince Duan helped us a lot, so I helped him use his internal strength to regulate the meridians, which is considered to repay this kindness."

Speaking of this, he paused and then continued: "After you return to the Luoyang headquarters, you will talk about this matter with the two elders of the two elders of the law enforcement of the rituals and law enforcement. He said that I will go back in ten days and a half months, but I will not mention the identity of Prince Duan again."

Seeing that Qiao Feng had made up his mind, everyone stopped persuading him. After a few words of earnest advice, they bowed to say goodbye.

After Qiao Feng sent everyone away, he turned to see that Zhao Ji was still standing on the porch, and his heart couldn't help but feel warm. Although the Prince Duan was willing to make friends with people like him, Qiao Feng was puzzled. But he really couldn't think of any other plan this prince would have, so he only regarded Zhao Ji as a hero who was born with a chivalrous spirit and no longer thought about it.

He even felt a little relieved. Although the Beggars' Sect is just a gang in the world, they have always been chivalrous and self-disciplined, and have the same intention to serve the country with a firm heart and a righteous act of defending the country. Now Prince Duan treats them like this courtesy, which is tantamount to another form of affirmative praise. Although the Beggars' Sect works, they do not expect to be praised by the court, but being recognized by the royal family is also a rare encouragement.

Zhao Ji naturally didn't know what Qiao Feng was thinking. Seeing that the members of the Beggars' Sect had left, he invited Qiao Feng to return to the other courtyard. At the same time, he ordered Liang Shicheng to thank the guests at his own door and stop him no matter who comes to visit. In the past, King Duan did not know any serious people, and those serious court officials were worried that they would not have any interaction with him. Therefore, there were really no visitors worth Zhao Ji's reception.

After returning to the other courtyard, Qiao Feng did not waste much time and was ready to find out Zhao Ji's health. Although he did not understand medical principles, he did not intend to use medical methods. Instead, he used martial arts practitioners to touch the bones and veins to force his mellow internal force into a line and send it to the key points where the qi and blood fusion of Zhao Ji's body were blended. However, he found that the difference in Zhao Ji's physical condition was far worse than he thought.

First of all, the blood and qi are very depleted. If it is an ordinary family, such a thin body will definitely cause disasters and illnesses in the near future. Thanks to Zhao Ji's respect for his identity, the best medicinal materials for regulating qi and nourishing blood have been maintained, so he has not been able to get sick. Secondly, the qi flows smoothly, and many parts of the meridians in the body are blocked and different. If the qi and qi and qi are not smooth, there will be many diseases.

What Qiao Feng had to do was to use his mellow internal force to relax and unblock the meridians blocked by Zhao Ji. As for replenishing the loss of qi and blood, he had a doctor in the royal palace to help him recuperate.

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