Yu Ji entered Feng Tingliu's room, while Yu Chi Feng was ordered to stand guard outside.
Yu Chi Feng could sense that Feng Tingliu didn't want him to see himself in this state, and even concealed the cause and condition of his illness from him.
Yu Chi Feng felt helpless and truly realized the distance between Feng Tingliu and him.
Of course, compared to Yu Chi Feng, Yu Ji and Bai Zhong were subordinates who had followed Feng Tingliu for many years, and their relationship was naturally incomparable.
Yu Chi Feng waited at the door of the room. He couldn't hear the conversation inside and could only anxiously look up at the door, looking exactly like a dog kicked out of the house by its owner.
Yu Chi Feng was also recalling Feng Tingliu's reaction earlier. It seemed that he had a severe headache that caused him to throw the room into a mess. Judging from Bai Zhong and Yu Ji's reactions, this seemed not to be the first time. Perhaps it was an old illness that Feng Tingliu had hidden for a long time, but Yu Chi Feng couldn't figure out why he was ill. After all, the cold spring had already passed.
After much thought, Yu Chi Feng suddenly remembered the bloodstains all over the ground during the day.
It was said that if a person was frightened, it would trigger an illness. But a person like Feng Tingliu, who traveled in the martial arts world, naturally couldn't avoid blood. How could he be frightened by seeing blood?
It was an hour later when the door was pushed open.
When Yu Chi Feng saw Yu Ji walk out looking exhausted, he immediately wanted to run into the room to check on Feng Tingliu's condition.
"Hey, hey!" Yu Ji quickly pulled him, causing him to stumble. "He just fell asleep. Don't disturb him."
Yu Chi Feng looked at him blankly, then at the room obscured by the screen, and backed out. He looked at Yu Ji, trying to ask about the situation, and said, "I'll escort you back."
Yu Ji glanced at him. How could he not understand his thoughts? He tightened the thin clothes on his body and walked out.
"What's wrong with the young master?"
"Since he hasn't told you, I can't reveal it either. I can only say that his headache is an old problem." Yu Ji wasn't surprised by his question and raised his eyebrows. "I can't cure this disease. I can only suppress it for a while."
"It's so serious." Yu Chi Feng frowned. "Then how is the current situation?"
"It's temporarily suppressed. During these days, when he sleeps, remember to light an incense I left. With that incense, he won't have a headache, but it's easy to get addicted, and the dosage is larger." Yu Ji yawned lazily and continued to instruct.
Yu Chi Feng keenly caught the key words in his words and asked, "Larger?"
"Oh - he hasn't told you that the same medicinal herb is mixed in the tobacco leaves he usually smokes."
Yu Chi Feng was stunned. He didn't expect Feng Tingliu's headache to be so severe that he needed to use medicine frequently, yet the strength he showed on a daily basis remained undiminished.
Perhaps this is also the reason why Feng Tingliu doesn't want him to see himself in aEmbarrassed state.
"Are there any other ways to relieve it?" Yu Chi Feng quickly asked.
Yu Ji looked over. The gossipy smile on that charming face was unexpectedly quite beautiful. He thought for a while and said, "As long as you serve him honestly, keep his emotions from fluctuating greatly, see less blood, and get less angry, most of his pain can be relieved."
The two had already walked to the East Street. The passing young girls smiled and asked Yu Ji why he went out dressed like this.
Yu Ji gave Yu Chi Feng a sidelong glance and said, "It's not because this guy knocked on the door so terrifyingly that I didn't have time to change my clothes. Okay, I've told you what you want to know. There's no need to escort me. I'm more familiar with this Liudu City than you."
Yu Chi Feng scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed for revealing his true intentions. He thanked Yu Ji and turned to leave.
Yu Ji smoothed his hair and tried to maintain his image, even though he was still wearing a nightgown.
"That big oaf can actually survive in the Feng Mansion until now. It's a miracle!" The young girl peeked and curiously looked at Yu Chi Feng's back and said.
"Humph, it's only because Feng Tingliu likes that big oaf and keeps him by his side."
"What! The city lord actually keeps him by his side! Wow! What kind of fairy love is this? I'm shipping it! This is what! A loyal dog and his young master!" The young girl's eyes shone, wishing she could rush forward and follow Yu Chi Feng back to the Feng Mansion to find out.
Yu Ji cast a contemptuous gaze. "You should read less of those unnutritious storybooks."
"Ah Ji -"
Suddenly, a call interrupted the girl's fantasy.
Yu Ji turned his head and saw a woman in an elegant plain dress walking quickly towards him.
Her long hair was braided and hung on her chest, making her look extremely gentle and virtuous. She was holding a piece of clothing in her arms, with an anxious flush on her face.
Yu Ji's expression became gentle in an instant, not at all like the way he treated others.
"Elder Sister Yuwei, why are you here?" Yu Ji slightly bowed his head, took the piece of clothing from her hand, and gently shook it. A red dress appeared in his hand. Although it was a woman's style, it was wider, obviously a piece of clothing for a man. Yu Ji knew that this was a piece of clothing prepared for him.
"I saw you enter the Feng Mansion in a hurry wearing a nightgown in the early morning. I was afraid you'd catch a cold. Put it on quickly." She stroked her chest, caught her breath, and said with a hint of self-blame, "I was originally waiting at the entrance of the Feng Mansion, and I thought of getting some hot tea to warm you up, so I went to the tea house. But before the tea was served, you came out."
She is the shopkeeper of the Zhijin Workshop, named He Yuwei. Every luxurious piece of clothing that Feng Tingliu wears is made by her.
She comes from an ordinary background, born into an ordinary family. She doesn't know martial arts and hasn't joined any martial arts sects. Such a He Yuwei is an extremely special existence in Liudu City.
The Zhijin Workshop is next to the Baiyao Workshop. When Yu Ji and Yu Chi Feng left, He Yuwei was the first to know, but she was a step too late when she came out with the clothes, and Yu Ji's figure was already out of sight.
"It worries you. I know some martial arts anyway. This bit of temperature won't freeze me." Yu Ji gave a gentle smile, put on the red dress, and placed one hand on He Yuwei's back to help her catch her breath.
"That's good. This dress has just been made, and I was just about to bring it to you."
"My clothes have always been arranged by you. You know best what I like." Yu Ji cherished the dress and gave He Yuwei a gentle smile. "You've been waiting for so long and must be tired. Let's go have some tea first."
"Okay, I also ordered your favorite snowflake pastry."
He Yuwei gave a gentle smile and led Yu Ji towards the tea house.
Yu Ji looked at her graceful figure, and his fingers tightened. How many times he wanted to hold her hand, but he never took action. He laughed at himself in his heart and quickly followed.
In the eyes of others, a tall woman closely followed the gentle woman forward, like a pair of best friends.
But Yu Ji knew clearly that He Yuwei not only always regarded him as an ordinary man, without any objections to his dressing and appearance, but also saw him as her younger brother.
But only as a younger brother.
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When Yu Chi Feng returned to the Feng Mansion, Bai Zhong just walked out of Feng Tingliu's room.
"Uncle Zhong, how is the young master now?" Yu Chi Feng quickly stepped forward and asked.
"Alas, the young master woke up not long after he fell asleep. I'm going to ask the kitchen to make some food. Since you're back, keep the young master company." Bai Zhong shook his head, his face filled with worry.
Yu Chi Feng nodded, knocked on the door three times, and entered Feng Tingliu's room.
Feng Tingliu was still in bed, sitting with his back against two cushions, holding a book and flipping through it casually. Although his face was still pale, it could be seen that his spirit had improved a lot.
But the jade porcelain vase that was originally placed on Feng Tingliu's bedside had disappeared, and only a white jade incense burner that had never appeared before had a lit incense stick burning.
The celadon tea cup on the desk was also gone. The mess on the floor seemed to have been cleaned up, leaving only an empty room, which seemed a bit lonely.
The small table on the arhat bed even had a cracked mark, and it wasn't hard to imagine what had happened to it.
"Young master, are you feeling better?" At this moment, when Yu Chi Feng saw Feng Tingliu, he was both worried and nervous. He knew that Feng Tingliu didn't want him to see this side of himself, and he didn't know what kind of distance he should keep with Feng Tingliu.
Feng Tingliu's gaze didn't leave the book. Instead, he raised his hand and beckoned to him.
Yu Chi Feng quickly stepped forward, walked to the bedside, and bent down, waiting for the next instruction.
"Massage my head." Only then did Feng Tingliu insert a willow-leaf bookmark into the book, close it, and place it aside.
Yu Chi Feng looked curiously and found that Feng Tingliu was reading a street storybook about the Evil Cult. He was slightly surprised.
"Then it would be more comfortable for the young master to lie down." Yu Chi Feng shifted his gaze and said.
Feng Tingliu actually smiled. "This is the bed. How can you massage me if I lie down? Sit over here."
Yu Chi Feng looked at Feng Tingliu in surprise as he patted the spot beside the bed. After hesitating for a while, he sat on the spot designated by him. Feng Tingliu actually placed a cushion on Yu Chi Feng's thigh and lay down on it.
"Young - Young master!" Yu Chi Feng immediately stiffened in place, not knowing where to put his hands. The overly close distance caused Feng Tingliu's hair to fall on Yu Chi Feng, allowing him to smell a faint fragrance of herbs.
"Quiet. Massage quickly." Feng Tingliu gave a low command, then closed his eyes to rest, waiting for him to serve.
Yu Chi Feng wouldn't dare to disobey. He quickly rolled up his sleeves and carefully pressed his hands on the acupuncture points, massaging and kneading gently yet forcefully.
Yu Chi Feng didn't understand Feng Tingliu's thoughts and didn't dare to guess blindly. But the intimate contact between the two made him feel a bit elated. Does this prove that even though Feng Tingliu doesn't want him to see his vulnerable side, he doesn't reject his contact?
Feng Tingliu's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed with each press, and from time to time, he let out a muffled groan due to Yu Chi Feng's massage. His breathing also gradually became steady.
"Does the young master still have a headache now?" Yu Chi Feng asked softly. His voice was originally deep, and when he deliberately lowered it, it sounded a bit funny.
Feng Tingliu's mouth curved into an uncontrollable smile, and he chuckled. "A massage can't cure my headache."
Yu Chi Feng was a bit disappointed. His shoulders drooped, and his lips pursed.
But Feng Tingliu continued with a smile, "But it's very comfortable."
Yu Chi Feng's eyes lit up instantly, and he massaged even more vigorously.
The medicinal fragrance spread in the room with the wispy white smoke, and the elegant smell could calm the mind.
This medicinal fragrance had no effect on Yu Chi Feng, but it could make Feng Tingliu more relaxed. He gradually breathed steadily and fell asleep on Yu Chi Feng's thigh.
Yu Chi Feng's face immediately felt hot, and he couldn't help but stop his movements and carefully move his hands away. He didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and he didn't dare to look at Feng Tingliu's sleeping face. Even though his legs were numb, he didn't dare to move. He could only sit still and protect the person in front of him.
The breeze blew, carrying the medicinal fragrance, but it couldn't dispel the heat on Yu Chi Feng.