After the talk with Feng Tingliu, Yu Chi Feng's inner conflict was resolved.
However, he also realized that between Feng Tingliu's contractions and releases, he was gradually losing himself, immersing in Feng Tingliu's control. This feeling was very peculiar, yet he enjoyed it.
Spring was coming to an end, and the sophora flowers in front of Tianyi Pavilion began to fall. The young girls of the Feng Mansion felt it was a pity to see the flowers falling every day, so they took baskets, called their companions, and picked a lot of sophora flowers to ask the kitchen to make pancakes.
The cook had never eaten sophora flower pancakes before and found the taste unique. Thinking of giving some to Feng Tingliu to taste, but afraid that such simple food would not be worthy of their young master of the city lord, he carefully selected the most beautifully baked pancake, carefully arranged it on a plate, decorated it with sophora flowers, and served it together with other dishes on the table.
Unexpectedly, Feng Tingliu particularly liked this flavor. Among all the dishes on the table, only the plate with the pancakes was completely clean, while the others were hardly touched.
Bai Zhong stood aside, not knowing whether his master had a good appetite or not, and cautiously asked, "Young Master, are the dishes today not to your liking?"
Feng Tingliu put down his chopsticks.
"No, I have no appetite today. Only this sophora flower pancake has a unique flavor."
"Well. Then I'll ask the kitchen to make some more. If the Young Master is hungry later, he can have some more." Bai Zhong said worriedly.
"Alright."
Feng Tingliu got up and went back to his room on his own, leaving a table of almost untouched dishes and Bai Zhong who sighed.
Yu Chi Feng also put down the chopsticks he was using to serve the dishes, looking at Feng Tingliu's back, wanting to say something but stopping, very worried.
Bai Zhong patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry. Go and tell the kitchen to boil some plum soup to help the Young Master whet his appetite. And ask them to make some more sophora flower pancakes, saying that the Young Master likes them."
"Okay."
Regarding Feng Tingliu, even for such a small matter as eating, Yu Chi Feng did not dare to delay and hurriedly ran towards the kitchen.
The kitchen was extremely efficient. Upon hearing the request, they made a bowl of iced plum soup in no time.
"Can there be ice in spring?" Yu Chi Feng looked at the ice cubes in the white porcelain bowl and was somewhat stunned.
"Yes! Who is our Young Master of the City Lord! There is a special ice storage cellar in the Feng Mansion. This ice is not the exclusive of the emperor." The cook said proudly, his nose almost in the air, as if he wanted to put Feng Tingliu on the throne.
Yu Chi Feng sighed at the luxurious life in the mansion, took the tray with this bowl of iced plum soup that was extremely expensive on the market, and returned to Feng Tingliu's room.
Feng Tingliu was sitting on the edge of the Arhat bed, his brows tightly furrowed, one hand supporting his forehead, and the other hand playing with a tobacco pipe, not knowing what he was thinking.
Yu Chi Feng was afraid of disturbing him, so he gently knocked on the door three times.
"Come in." Feng Tingliu's voice was low, indicating that he was in a bad mood.
"The kitchen has boiled plum soup and chilled it with ice." Yu Chi Feng carefully carried it over and placed the white porcelain bowl in front of Feng Tingliu.
The ice cubes touched the porcelain bowl, making a clear and crisp sound, and the plum soup in the bowl also emitted a sweet and sour aroma, veryTempting.
However, Feng Tingliu only glanced at it indifferently and then shifted his gaze back to the tobacco pipe, subconsciously rubbing the gold decoration on the pipe.
"Just leave it there."
Seeing his attitude, Yu Chi Feng was worried. "Young Master, drink it earlier. If the ice melts later, it won't taste good."
But Feng Tingliu did not respond. Instead, he closed his eyes and did not look at it anymore.
Yu Chi Feng was really worried about this situation. After hesitating for a while, he deliberately softened his voice and asked, "Is the Young Master not feeling well or is there something else on his mind?"
Feng Tingliu did not answer. Instead, he stretched his legs on the bed and changed to a more comfortable position. At first glance, it seemed as if he wasHuddle in the bed.
"I want to be alone for a while."
Yu Chi Feng was stunned upon hearing this. Then he lowered his eyes, responded with "Yes," andquit the room, closing the door properly.
But he did not leave. Standing at the door, he vigilantly listened to every movement inside the room.
However, it seemed that Feng Tingliu had fallen asleep as no abnormal sounds were heard. He thought that perhaps Feng Tingliu was tired, and thus felt a little relieved.
Since there was nothing else to do anyway, he found a stone step at the door and sat down, taking out a medical book from his arms and reading it in the great sunlight.
The medical book depicted detailed massage steps and introduced every acupuncture point on the head. When learning the important parts, he would gesture in the air twice or press on his own head to find the acupuncture points.
The concentrated study made time pass quickly. In the blink of an eye, the sky had darkened, but there was still not the slightest sound coming from the room.
Yu Chi Feng guessed that the person might have fallen asleep in the room, so he was even more careful to minimize his movements. He carefully put the book back into his arms, afraid of making too much noise.
But just as he gently stood up, a sudden clear cracking sound came from inside the room behind him!
Yu Chi Feng's whole body tensed up. He quickly walked to the door and hesitated for a moment before opening it, afraid of seeing something he shouldn't and making Feng Tingliu angry.
"Young Master! What happened!"
But just like that night, there was no response from inside the room. Instead, there were consecutive sounds of objects falling and breaking.
Yu Chi Feng was even more anxious. He knew that Feng Tingliu had a headache and was just enduring it in front of him!
He knew that Feng Tingliu did not want him to enter, but he really could not stand the feeling of just waiting and being unable to do anything!
Yu Chi Feng gritted his teeth, no longer hesitated, pushed the door open forcefully, and ran into the room.
The floor was in a complete mess. The white porcelain bowl that had just been sent in had become fragments, and the red plum soup was spilled all over the floor like blood.
Feng Tingliu was standing in the middle, his figure swaying, and his long hair disheveled, giving people a sense of fragility and embarrassment.
But just as Yu Chi Feng was shocked by this rare fragility, Feng Tingliu suddenly raised his head and looked at him.
In those blood-red eyes, the killing intent and coldness that burst forth completely dispelled Yu Chi Feng's previous thoughts.
Dangerous.
But it makes people willing to give their lives.
Feng Tingliu's red eyes reflected Yu Chi Feng's figure. He suddenly frowned, his Adam's apple rolled, and he gritted his teeth and cursed: "Get out!"
As soon as the angry shout came out, followed by the vase beside him being violently thrown to the ground by him, making a deafening cracking sound.
Yu Chi Feng's gaze followed the vase down and noticed that on Feng Tingliu's snow-white clothing hem, there was a shocking patch of red! His heart tightened, and he quickly stepped forward, only to find that the red color was lighter than blood, more like the color of the plum soup had stained it. Only then did he feel a little relieved.
Yu Chi Feng gritted his teeth, looking unafraid of his anger, and firmly said, "If the Young Master has a headache, I can help."
Feng Tingliu stared at him with those blood-red eyes for a while, then suddenly staggered, let out a muffled groan, and subconsciously supported himself on the short cabinet beside him, lowering his head and letting out a painful gasp. His brows were tightly furrowed, and the other hand was supporting his forehead. Due to the intermittent pain, his vision was blurred, and his anger grew even stronger.
He raised his hand and threw theSundries beside him away. The pain mixed with anger made his actionsimpatient, and his desire to destroy was even stronger. But theCrisp of those things falling to the ground only made him moreIrritability and his mind more chaotic.
It was as if he had gone crazy.
"Young Master!"
Yu Chi Feng crossed the floor full of fragments, avoiding the falling objects, and quickly stepped forward, firmly supporting his shoulder.
"Didn't you hear me tell you to get out!"
Feeling Yu Chi Feng's approach, Feng Tingliu trembled all over, and his eyes were filled with even more anger. He gritted his teeth, suppressing the nausea caused by the headache and suppressing his voice, to the point that his whole body trembled slightly, forcing him to focus more torestraint himself.
He was like a string being plucked by the pain, tensing up his whole body to avoid making a sound.
He did not want to reveal the slightest bit, even if it meant covering it up with destruction.
How could Yu Chi Feng not know that it was his pridecause trouble, and he also knew that his presence might have become a greaterTroubled for him. But he could not just stand by and watch Feng Tingliu suffer from the illness.
"Young Master, I'll take you back to bed and give you a massage." Yu Chi Feng softened his tone but was unexpectedly firm, with a certain sense of irresistibility.
Feng Tingliu's eyes were almost filled with anger. His back was tense due to the pain, but in an instant, he turned around, grabbed Yu Chi Feng's neck!
"Uh!"
In the blink of an eye, Feng Tingliu grabbed Yu Chi Feng's neck and pressed him against the wall. Feng Tingliu did not restrain his strength with his five fingers, but instead tightened them, making Yu Chi Fengtrouble breathing and his face pale.
In the urgency just now, Yu Chi Feng did not notice. Now, feeling the danger, he noticed that the sharp Fengliu Sword was actually placed aside.
And at this moment, Feng Tingliu firmly grasped the hilt and drew the sword.
The sword blade carried a murderous sword qi, directly aiming at Yu Chi Feng, only a fraction away from taking his life. But in the end, the sword qi only left a bloody mark on his cheek, while the sword blade was inserted into the wall on one side, cutting off a lock of his hair.
Yu Chi Feng was already having difficulty breathing, and now facing this danger, his whole body tensed up. Subconsciously, he grasped Feng Tingliu's wrist, and a series of broken sounds came from his throat. His gaze met those blood-red eyes, and he shivered coldly.
Only to see Feng Tingliu sneer, tighten his five fingers, his handsome face distorted due to the pain, but still breathtaking to Yu Chi Feng.
"Help? What kind of help can you offer?"
Feng Tingliu questioned, his voice hoarse and oppressive. He looked at Yu Chi Feng's increasingly pale face, the blood sliding down his cheek, and curved his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes.
Yu Chi Feng felt the threat of death for the first time.
Feng Tingliu seemed to want to vent all his pain through his hands. Due to the lack of air, Yu Chi Feng's lips turned purple, and his vision was already hazy, almost unable to see Feng Tingliu's face clearly. He did not know that Feng Tingliu had been staring at his eyes for a long time.
"Heh." Feng Tingliu suddenly laughed again, "You're just a dog I keep by my side. There's no need to rush to prove your value."
Suddenly, another annoying, intense pain rushed into Feng Tingliu's head, even more urgent and intense than before!
He lowered his head, his messy hair covering his expression, and the strength in his hand unconsciously loosened, giving Yu Chi Feng a chance to catch his breath. The overly intense painextrusion his skull, as if a thousand-pound hammer was piercing through it, or as if someone had reached in and crushed his head.
"Uh...!"
Feng Tingliu's whole body trembled with pain, his head was dizzy, and his figure swayed, to the point that he could hardly even tighten his five fingers.
He was eager to find a vent to release the pain that made him wish he could end his life.
He gritted his lower lip hard, suppressing the urge to make a sound, but ended up biting his lip and tasting a hint of blood.
"...Young Master." Yu Chi Feng was still in his grasp but was already able to hoarsely call out to him. Yu Chi Feng was extremely worried, but due to the damage to his throat, he suddenly coughed again.
Feng Tingliu became even moreIrritability upon hearing this.
He suddenly raised his head, fiercely pressing Yu Chi Feng's neck, slightlyStand on tiptoe, and bit down on that annoying mouth.
Yu Chi Feng was so scared that he even stopped coughing and stared wide-eyed at the person approaching.
Smelling the medicinal fragrance on him, seeing the thin sweat covering his forehead, and tasting the bloody flavor in his mouth...