Di Dongqing’s footsteps were chaotic.

He was walking in the side courtyard with a bowl of medicine in his hand, the medicine soup in his hand bumped wildly with his footsteps, splashed some water droplets, splashed on his hands, and burned his fingers red.

He is a doctor, and a skilled doctor at that, his hands are always steady and rarely tremble like at this moment.

His hands would shake because he was afraid.

Along the way, although there were setbacks and unwillingness, he was never afraid of anything.However, ever since Nan Yanqi walked with him, he was often worried and sat on pins and needles.

It wasn’t Nan Yanqi’s martial arts that made him afraid. Although the Demon Cult’s martial arts were sinister, they were not invincible. Nan Yanqi was already defeated by him, so even if he fought again, he would not hesitate at all.

It was the man’s sight that frightened him.

After Yunmengze left, he always felt a furtive gaze chasing him, sticking to his body like a slippery, wet and cold snake, and he couldn’t get rid of it no matter what.It took him some time to confirm that the source of his gaze was Nan Yanqi.

What made him even more puzzling was that Lu Zhengqiu’s eyes fell on Nan Yanqi from time to time.

Since Nan Yanqi was captured, he seldom spoke, but moved his lips occasionally, like a water snake breathing out of the water.So he couldn’t see what this person was thinking at all.

He only hoped that this person would stay as far away from Master as possible.

——It is best for the master to just look at himself.

Recently, he often has such thoughts, accompanied by unbearable agitation. Every time he gets close to the other party, he will have a desire beyond etiquette. From that hot night, the filthy Thoughts oozed from the dream from time to time, making him ashamed.

He must not be able to hurt the master, for this reason, he would rather suppress his own pain.

Therefore, even if he didn’t want to, he took the medicine to treat Nan Yanqi according to his master’s wishes.

The courtyard where Nan Yanqi was imprisoned was only separated from his residence by a wall, but the atmosphere was completely different.The gate of the courtyard was heavily guarded, and all the soldiers looked serious and meticulous.He clarified his purpose to several people and explained repeatedly before he was allowed to enter the courtyard.

Stepping into the courtyard, the hoarse moans became more and more clear.

Although the courtyard is cold, it is not shabby. The room is spacious and bright. There is a simple bed next to the wall, and the bed is covered with soft quilts. It is many times better than the prison where the prisoners are held.

But Nan Yanqi didn’t lie down on the bed, but collapsed on the floor, his stumped arm twitched, and he kept making painful sounds.

The food brought by the guards was placed neatly on the table without moving a single bite.

Di Dongqing stepped into the door and looked him up close.

His face was livid, his lips were white, his eyeballs were bloodshot, making his eyes smaller and darker, and his painful expression did not seem to be faked.

There was blood oozing from his severed arm, presumably the wound was torn open when he struggled, while the other arm was hanging pitifully by his side, twisted in a weird posture, like a straw hanging from the head of a pole.

He was forced to take Shujinsan, so his legs were paralyzed and he couldn’t use his strength. It was even difficult for him to stand alone.

Di Dongqing sighed. At first, he took off his arm to prevent him from escaping. Now that Bai Mansion is heavily guarded, and the Shujin Powder has also worked, it seems that there is no need for him to endure the pain.

Although Di Dongqing was still full of disgust for him, if he killed himself, all the hard work along the way would be in vain, and even Fang Shiping’s life would be sacrificed for nothing.

Thinking of this, the young doctor walked to his side, bent down, and ordered: “Don’t move.”

Nan Yanqi opened his eyelids, his dingy eyes rolled from side to side.

Looking carefully, this person’s face is not considered old, it is only because the face is covered with scars and wrinkles that it looks hideous and abrupt.In fact, his face shape can be called correct. Under the messy eyebrows, the corners of his eyes are slightly drooping, and the wrinkles spread along the eye slits to the temples, and the lines are even familiar…

Di Dongqing felt a chill, and no longer looked at his face, but supported his back with both hands, and then quickly pinched his shoulders to close the joints again.

With a click, Nan Yanqi wailed heart-piercingly.Di Dongqing withdrew from his side and looked at him coldly.

After wailing, he twisted his arms. At first, he moved slowly, but when he found that his shoulders could move freely, he immediately increased his range. At the same time, he smiled and turned his head to look at the people around him: “Young master, you are so kind, you came here specially Save me?”

Di Dongqing ignored him, but Nan Yanqi grabbed his legs with his hands, grabbed his hem and pulled him down until he bent down, grabbed the medicinal soup in his hand, and poured it in with his neck up.

When the bowl of medicinal soup bottomed out, Nan Yanqi casually threw the bowl aside, and looked at the person opposite again: “It’s really bitter, you give your beloved master to drink this too?”

Di Dongqing stepped forward suddenly, stepped on his shoulder, and at the same time strangled his neck with one hand and five fingers, and said coldly: “Don’t take chances, I saved you because it’s not time for you to die. “

Nan Yanqi was trampled to the ground, his face was distorted, and he hissed: “Your beloved master… Didn’t tell you anything?”

Di Dongqing put her five fingers together and said fiercely: “I will never allow you to hurt him.”

Nan Yanqi’s face was contorted due to the severe pain, and there was still a smirk on his mouth: “It’s too late for me to catch up with him, how could I hurt him. Do you know that he is also a member of the Demon Cult?”

Di Dongqing retorted: “He has been with me for the past nine years.”

Nan Yanqi was still laughing: “Nine years? What is nine years?”

“Don’t bother you.”

Di Dongqing left this sentence, and finally let go of Nan Yanqi, who coughed violently while covering his chest with his residual arm.

Di Dongqing got up and was about to leave, but the voice behind him sounded again: “The reed flowers are in autumn, and the southern geese are inhabiting. This is the origin of his name. You’d better think about it carefully.”

Di Dongqing’s back froze.

Nan Yanqi continued: “If you can’t figure it out, you might as well ask him for advice. He is your master, shouldn’t he teach you everything?”

Di Dongqing didn’t turn around, but took another step and stepped out of the room.

He had just left the courtyard when he saw a figure approaching him.

“Master, why are you here?”

Lu Zhengqiu stopped in front of him, looked him up and down, breathed a sigh of relief, and said: “I heard Nan Yanqi’s shouting from a distance, I don’t worry about you, come and have a look.”

Di Dongqing said: “That’s the cry when setting his bones, Master, don’t worry, since I decided to save him, I won’t torture him.”

“Huh?” Lu Zhengqiu showed surprise, “I’m not worried about him, but about you.”

“I?”

“You are a good boy, I’m afraid he will bully you.”

Di Dongqing was startled, and fixed her eyes on the person opposite.

The man was also staring at him, the lines in the corners of his eyes were clearly discernible, his clear eyes, the stretched brows, the slightly raised corners of his mouth… These familiar corners spanned nine years and were deeply engraved in his eyes. As if it will never change.

He suddenly approached the other party, and opened his arms to embrace the other party.

Lu Zhengqiu was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, he felt the young man’s scorching breath on his ears.

The elder patted him on the back, with confusion in his tone: “Holly, what’s wrong?”

no answer.

“Did Nan Yanqi say something to you?”

Di Dongqing still didn’t answer, but just tightened her arms.

Lu Zhengqiu was tightly bound by him, and he raised one hand with great difficulty, stretched out to the top of his head, and put it behind his head, like comforting a wounded little animal, gently stroking and pinching along the arc of the back of his neck .

Under such delicate and gentle soothing, the young man in his arms gradually returned to calm, and withdrew from Master’s embrace.

Lu Zhengqiu’s hand was still resting on his shoulder, his fingers slid along the ear to the edge of the jaw, outlining the outline of the handsome cheek, and finally hung there as if away from him.

“Holly, if you want to ask me anything, just ask. This time, I will definitely not hide anything from you and tell you everything.”

These words were said very lightly, but they carried a thousand weights, hitting the young man’s heart one by one.

The two were silent for a long time, and Di Dongqing finally said, “It’s nothing, Master, I’m a little tired, let’s go home.”

Lu Zhengqiu couldn’t help being startled.

He has long been used to living under the fence of others, wandering around, a strange mansion, how can it be called home?

But Holly took his wrist, walked in front of him, and couldn’t wait to go back to their yard.It seems to be announcing with hurried footsteps-as long as there is him, it is home.