When the three left the dungeon and returned to the Feng Mansion, they inevitably carried the stench of blood.
Feng Tingliu wanted to change his clothes, so Bai Zhong arranged for servants to attend to him. He himself led Yu Chi Feng to a small room on the west side of Feng Tingliu's main room and settled him there. The room was not large, and the environment was a bit simple but clean. Importantly, it was the closest to Feng Tingliu's bedroom and study.
"I live in the small room on the east side opposite yours. In this main courtyard, except for the young master and you and me, there is no one else." Bai Zhong explained to him.
Yu Chi Feng looked out of the window and could just see the main room's door. "Won't it be inconvenient to take care of the young master on a daily basis?"
"Of course not. The young master likes peace and quiet, and this is also arranged by the young master. Now that you are taking care of the young master's daily life, it is even more convenient. Come, this is a new set of clothes. Change into them quickly, and I will tell you some of the young master's habits to avoid offending him."
Bai Zhong smiled kindly, giving Yu Chi Feng a sense of亲切感. Yu Chi Feng took the neatly folded clothes from his hands and quickly changed behind a simple screen.
The clothes fit Yu Chi Feng perfectly. The upper garment was white, and the lower garment was black, highlighting his strong figure and handsome appearance. The fabric of the clothes was soft and of high quality, and it was hard to imagine that it was for a guard.
Seeing that the clothes fit him well, Bai Zhong's smile deepened on his face: "Not bad, not bad. These clothes really suit you. Our clothes are all made by the Zhijin Workshop in the city. This set of clothes was mistakenly made with the wrong measurements by the girls there, and the person who ordered the clothes couldn't fit into them, so it has been idle. Now that it can be worn by you is also a fate."
Although he said so, the size of these clothes was too perfect. Yu Chi Feng had a strong build, and these clothes perfectly wrapped his muscles, making his shoulders broad and his waist narrow, giving him an imposing appearance.
"You've gone to a lot of trouble..." Yu Chi Feng felt somewhat embarrassed and smoothed the hem of his clothes.
"It's because the young master values you. It's not common for people to be able to live in this inner courtyard."
Bai Zhong told Yu Chi Feng how to serve Feng Tingliu. Yu Chi Feng listened carefully with a serious expression, afraid of missing every detail.
According to Bai Zhong, Feng Tingliu was completely like a young master in terms of his food, clothing, housing, and transportation. He was picky about his clothes and food, the bed couldn't be too soft or too hard, and even the snacks and tea served on a daily basis had to be at the right temperature.
Feng Tingliu had a fickle temperament. If these things were not done well, it would make Feng Tingliu angry.
In addition, Feng Tingliu also liked to be clean. The clothes he changed out of would not be worn the next day. If it was a hot day or a day when he practiced martial arts, he would change his clothes three or four times, and the servants who did the laundry were very busy every day.
"Your task is to wait on the young master at all times and follow his orders." After Bai Zhong finished speaking slowly, he felt thirsty for a moment. Yu Chi Feng quickly poured him a glass of water. Bai Zhong smiled, nodded in satisfaction at the young man in front of him, and suddenly said: "Also, if you hear any noise in the young master's room at night, and the young master hasn't called for you to serve, don't rush in."
Yu Chi Feng was stunned: "Why is that? Could it be that the young master will bring someone into the room at night?"
Bai Zhong shook his head: "No, no one lives in the young master's room. You just need to remember this."
Bai Zhong talked with Yu Chi Feng for half an hour and explained most of the rules of the mansion. However, some things were mysterious, and Yu Chi Feng needed to pay attention to them himself. After that, Bai Zhong had to arrange other things, so Yu Chi Feng went to Feng Tingliu's residence by himself.
Yu Chi Feng walked out of the room, and it was only a few steps to the main room's door. He knocked gently three times and heard the voice that made him instantly sink.
"Come in."
Yu Chi Feng gently opened and closed the door.
He saw Feng Tingliu wearing a bamboo-colored long shirt with a thin shark-silk-like outer shirt, looking like a celestial being. He was casually leaning on a rosewood carved maple arhat bed, with his shirt collar wide open. His feet were bare, one foot on the bed, and the other on the footrest. The arhat bed had a heavy color, making his skin look even brighter.
He was holding a tobacco pipe and a book. The tobacco in the pipe was almost gone, and the fire was weak.
When Feng Tingliu saw Yu Chi Feng, his willow-like eyebrows raised, and he倒扣ed the book on the small table, gently took a puff of the pipe, and said slowly: "Come here."
Yu Chi Feng received the order and walked forward, but saw Feng Tingliu's bare eyes staring at him, as if waiting for him to do something. He suddenly remembered the scene during the day, so he hesitated and moved closer, kneeling on one knee at his feet.
Seeing him being so obedient, Feng Tingliu suddenly laughed. He used the pipe to lift Yu Chi Feng's chin, forcing him to look up.
The pipe had already lost its temperature, and now when it touched Yu Chi Feng's skin, it only made him feel a little warm. But while his skin felt warm, a burning mark was branded on his heart. Yu Chi Feng looked up and crashed into Feng Tingliu's deep eyes, almost losing himself.
"Not bad. Now you are a clean dog." Feng Tingliu sized up the handsome face and reached out his other hand to stroke his deep eyebrows and eyes. Feng Tingliu's movements were ambiguous and gentle, making Yu Chi Feng's throat tighten and his breathing heavy.
"Young master..."
Yu Chi Feng moved his legs uncomfortably, but was stepped on the thigh by Feng Tingliu, and immediately stiffened in place.
"I didn't allow you to move." Feng Tingliu's tone carried a bit of displeasure, and his face was covered with a shadow. The force of the pipe against his chin was even stronger.
Yu Chi Feng had to raise his head even higher, exposing his most vulnerable lifeline in front of Feng Tingliu. Feng Tingliu's fingers touching his skin also slipped down to his Adam's apple, and with a palm that seemed to虛hold his lifeline.
Yu Chi Feng immediately became nervous, and the instinct to resist arose, but he dared not make a resisting move.
Seeing the emotions in his eyes, Feng Tingliu was suddenly relieved, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He did not tighten his hand but raised his hand and gently patted Yu Chi Feng's cheek before withdrawing his hand and leaning back on the arhat bed. The pipe in his hand did not move, and it gently tapped on Yu Chi Feng's chin.
"The tobacco is on that shelf." Feng Tingliu picked up the book and shifted his gaze to it.
Yu Chi Feng immediately understood the meaning. After his life was out of danger, he let out a sigh of relief, got up, walked to the shelf, took some tobacco, and knelt back in the same place to add some tobacco to the jade-white pipe. The smell of the tobacco was not a strong fragrance but rather emitted a淡淡的 herbal smell. Yu Chi Feng smelled it and felt somewhat calm.
The fire in the pipe reignited, and Feng Tingliu turned the pipe in his hand, and the mouthpiece was put into his mouth, puffing out smoke.
Yu Chi Feng looked up and stared closely at the mouthpiece, his Adam's apple moving slightly.
"This footrest is a bit hard. It's not as comfortable as your body." Feng Tingliu narrowed his eyes and looked over with a smile.
"Then the young master can step on my leg." Yu Chi Feng quickly smoothed the wrinkles on his pants to make it more comfortable for Feng Tingliu to step on.
"There's no need to always kneel. It's annoying to look at. Sit on the footrest."
Yu Chi Feng then sat on the rosewood footrest. As soon as he sat down, Feng Tingliu placed his bare foot on his leg.
Yu Chi Feng's attention had to shift to the bare foot. The skin there was as white as Feng Tingliu's body, and the ankle bone was extremely prominent, so thin that it seemed that he could hold it with one hand. But of course, he did not dare to do so. He could only let his eyes caress it wantonly.
How could Feng Tingliu not notice the贪婪 gaze but only raised his eyebrows and then sank his heart to read the book.
Outside the window, birds chirped and trees swayed, and the laughter of young girls in the front yard could be faintly heard. Yu Chi Feng quietly listened to the person beside him breathing, and felt extremely peaceful. He was still confused about his own background, but he felt that his current situation was already very good. For a moment, he even forgot himself. As long as he could sit here and wait for that person, it would be enough.
This kind of贪恋 was somewhat inexplicable, Yu Chi Feng thought, but if the other person was Feng Tingliu, it seemed particularly reasonable.
If he had met Feng Tingliu before, how would they have gotten along?
As time passed, Feng Tingliu seemed to feel tired and changed his leaning position, causing the bare foot on Yu Chi Feng's leg to move even higher. Yu Chi Feng's whole body tensed up, and his ears turned red, and the hand hanging on one side clenched into a fist.
Fortunately, a knock on the door outside interrupted the暧昧 situation.
"Young master, the messenger has delivered several letters for your perusal."
It was Bai Zhong's voice.
Feng Tingliu put down the book and lightly kicked Yu Chi Feng's calf with his foot. Yu Chi Feng understood his intention and quickly stood up and walked behind him.
"Bring them in."
Bai Zhong pushed the door open and entered, holding a wooden tray in his hand, with three letters placed on it, and presented it.
Yu Chi Feng curiously glanced at it and saw that the styles of the three letters were different. One was plain, one was black, and one was even printed with gold and red, extremely luxurious.
Feng Tingliu took the three letters but did not open them. Suddenly, he chuckled and casually threw the three letters on the table, saying in a deep voice: "Just hearing the slightest movement of the merchant caravan in Liudu City, they all send letters. How noble is Liudu City that the three forces are keeping a close eye on it."
Bai Zhong had a smile on his face and echoed: "Naturally, it is because the young master manages the city well and is famous in the martial arts world."
"The righteous sects of the martial arts world, the demonic cult forces, and even the crown prince of the royal family are all closely watching my Liudu City. Why do you think that is?" Feng Tingliu played with the pipe in his hand and casually flipped through the letters. Without waiting for Bai Zhong to answer, he said to himself: "Greetings, probing, or provocation?"
"No matter which one, it is a recognition of the young master."
"Well, whatever." Feng Tingliu raised his eyebrows slightly, waved his hand, and suddenly shifted his gaze to Yu Chi Feng, and said: "Having just arrived here, you hear such a secret. Yu Chi Feng, do you feel afraid?"
Yu Chi Feng lowered his head and did not look at the three letters. Anyone who heard about the letters from these three parties would be curious. But now, Yu Chi Feng knew his position and did not dare to think too much, so he said: "I dare not."
After hearing these two words, Feng Tingliu seemed to be in a better mood: "Haha, you will know sooner or later."
"Also, young master, the kitchen has prepared the meals. It's a fine day today, so it's better to have the meal in the courtyard."
"Yes."
Bai Zhong left with the letter tray, not forgetting to close the door.
Feng Tingliu took a puff of the pipe, leaned to the side, closed his eyes and frowned, seemingly tired.
Yu Chi Feng hesitated for a moment and said: "Young master, let me relieve your fatigue."
Feng Tingliu's hand movement paused, and he looked at him with interest: "Oh? How are you going to do that?"
"I can massage your head for you."
"You've even forgotten your own name, but you still remember how to massage?" Feng Tingliu said with a smile in his voice.
Yu Chi Feng's voice was hoarse: "I still remember."
Feng Tingliu chuckled, turned his body, and leaned his back against the side guardrail of the arhat bed, closing his eyes. Yu Chi Feng hurriedly wiped his hands on his clothes before daring to touch Feng Tingliu's black hair.
The black hair was as smooth as silk, making Yu Chi Feng dare not use too much force. He caught a glimpse of the thick calluses on his hands and carefully avoided them, using the soft parts to press and massage gently, rubbing every acupuncture point.
In fact, Yu Chi Feng did not really know any massage techniques, but it seemed that he had learned these before, and he could vaguely press his fingers on every correct place. But he himself could still feel that he had never done such a thing before, but he did not know why it felt so familiar.
But it had to be said that Yu Chi Feng's massage was indeed good. Feng Tingliu closed his eyes and let out a few soft moans, obviously feeling comfortable.
Yu Chi Feng, seeing this, was very proud and satisfied. He pressed his knuckles against both sides of Feng Tingliu's head, using a bit more force, repeatedly rubbing and creating layers of waves in the hair.
There was another knock on the door, and Bai Zhong said slowly at the door: "Young master, the meals have been set. There are fresh sea fish today, and you will surely like it."
Upon hearing this, Feng Tingliu raised his hand慵懒ly and signaled to stop. Yu Chi Feng then stopped his movements. Before withdrawing his hands, he hesitated for a moment and still used his hands to gently gather Feng Tingliu's long hair and smooth it out. Feng Tingliu slightly raised his eyes but did not stop him.
"Then let's go. Help me put on my boots."
Yu Chi Feng's eyes darkened, and he walked around to the front of the bed and sat back on the rosewood footrest. It seemed that the massage just now had brought the two closer. This time, he boldly gently held the jade-like foot as if it were a treasure, put a foot bag on it, and carefully placed it into the long boots. After he put one foot into the boot, Feng Tingliu actually stepped on his shoulder with one foot and looked at him with a smile.
Yu Chi Feng immediately felt his throat tighten, but his hand movements did not stop as he put the boots on the other foot.
"Not bad." Feng Tingliu praised, withdrew his foot, got off the bed on his own, and walked towards the door.
Yu Chi Feng stayed in place for a while, looking at Feng Tingliu with eyes that shone with a predatory light.
He turned back and glanced at the three letters placed on the table but did not think too much about it. He closed the door tightly and followed the others.