Qin Qizhao and Qin Qimu were assigned to Xie Zicun for arrangement.
Xie Zicun never thought that after being a slacker for so many years, one day, in addition to working non-stop throughout the year, he would also have to take care of children.
Although Xie Zicun complained in his heart, he still arranged suitable jobs for the two teenagers.
Qin Qizhao is introverted but steady, so he was arranged in Tianyi Pavilion and Tiangong Pavilion.
Whether it is tediously organizing scrolls or working hard as an assistant in Tiangong Pavilion, Qin Qizhao can do it well.
Qin Qimu is lively and likes to show himself, so he was arranged to do the jobs of running errands and communicating, running all over the city.
Sometimes, Xie Zicun takes him to negotiate with others. Without Xie Zicun speaking, Qin Qimu can speak clearly and logically, which also saves Xie Zicun's trouble.
"Senior Xie, Sister He from Zhijinfang said that a loom is broken and needs a new one!" Qin Qimu shouted as he ran into Tiangong Pavilion.
Xie Zicun was rolling up his sleeves and giving the final polish to an armchair, rubbing it hard while cursing: "I used to be a disciple of Tiangong Sect. Why do I even have to make chairs? Qizhao, have you learned? Next time it's your turn!"
"Yes." Qin Qizhao nodded and immediately handed the tools Xie Zicun needed to him.
Qin Qizhao noticed his younger brother's return and looked up at him.
Qin Qimu met his elder brother's gaze and grinned: "Brother! Busy?"
"Um."
"Oh, Qimu is back. What did you just say?" Only then did Xie Zicun raise his head from his work.
"The loom in Zhijinfang is broken." Qin Qizhao said softly beside him.
"Oh oh, then Qimu, go and tell the others in Tiangong Pavilion to handle it."
"Okay!" Qin Qimu replied with a smile. Suddenly, he became interested in the exquisitely made chair and couldn't help but take a few steps forward to examine it carefully. It wasn't difficult for him to see that the exquisite patterns on the chair were all carved by Xie Zicun himself, and he couldn't help but be a little curious: "Senior Xie, who is this chair that you made by hand for?"
"Who else could it be for? It's for that demanding City Lord." Xie Zicun said angrily.
"Wow, but Senior Xie, the carving is really beautiful! So amazing! This is the most beautiful chair I've ever seen!" Qin Qimu's eyes shone brightly, like a puppy wagging its tail.
Xie Zicun has never heard such sincere praise in Liudu City. Instantly, he became proud and completely forgot how he had just complained about Feng Tingliu.
"Well, of course. There are even more beautiful chairs in Lord Feng's mansion!" Xie Zicun said smugly.
Hearing this, Qin Qimu's eyes became even brighter. It seemed that he had thought of something. His eyes rolled, and he suddenly said: "When thesenior you go to deliver the chair, can I follow? I'll help you carry it!"
After hearing this, Xie Zicun stroked his chin and thought for a moment. Suddenly, he smiled: "Actually, I don't need to deliver this chair. You want to go to Lord Feng's mansion to have a look, right?"
Qin Qimu blushed and scratched his head. His thoughts had indeed been discovered.
"The first time I saw the City Lord, I thought he was very powerful, good-looking, and I wanted to see him again."
"Well, the people in this city admire City Lord Feng very much. It's normal for you to have such thoughts." Seeing his appearance, Xie Zicun understood even more. The nature of a young person is to easily admire the strong and want to get close to them. "However, you are not afraid of him."
"Hehe." Qin Qimu chuckled twice, "I'm still afraid."
Xie Zicun smiled, not surprised. He thought for a while and replied: "I can take you to Lord Feng's mansion."
"Great!" Qin Qimu was so excited that he almost jumped up, his eyes filled with joy.
"You little rascal, finish the serious business first."
"Okay!"
Qin Qimu ran towards the back door of Tiangong Pavilion to find the other craftsmen in the backyard.
Qin Qizhao watched Qin Qimu's receding figure. He didn't know what he was thinking, but his brows were tightly furrowed and his expression was solemn. He remained in deep thought for a long time.
"Don't just stand there, work." Xie Zicun threw himself back into his work. He only noticed that Qin Qizhao's movements had slowed down, but he didn't notice his expression.
"Okay." Qin Qizhao quickly withdrew his gaze and his expression returned to normal.
Inside Lord Feng's mansion.
Yu Chi Feng sat by the bedside, as he used to do, letting Feng Tingliu lie on his lap and massaging his head.
Last night, Feng Tingliu's headache recurred. The sound of the chair being smashed woke Yu Chi Feng from his sleep, which is why Xie Zicun is making a new chair.
Feng Tingliu lay on his back with his eyes closed, feeling the comfortable force on his head.
But the strength of Yu Chi Feng's massage suddenly gradually decreased. Feng Tingliu opened his eyes and happened to see Yu Chi Feng's unfocused eyes, knowing that he was in a daze.
"What are you thinking about?" Feng Tingliu said.
Yu Chi Feng trembled and instantly came to his senses.
"Sorry, Young Master. I was lost in thought for a moment..." Yu Chi Feng quickly came to his senses and focused on the massage.
Feng Tingliu stared at him for a while and then closed his eyes again, saying: "I've noticed that you've been in a daze frequently recently."
Yu Chi Feng's movements paused for a moment, not knowing how to answer. Ever since he came out of the dungeon that day, he has always had concerns. He cannot fully agree with Feng Tingliu's methods. But he also understands that it is through Feng Tingliu's decisive actions that Liudu City has survived until now.
He can understand Feng Tingliu's harsh treatment of traitors.
But the cult captive had already confessed everything, yet still suffered torture and could not escape death. This is what Yu Chi Feng cannot understand.
"I..." Yu Chi Feng opened his mouth but said nothing.
"I know what you are thinking." Feng Tingliu said, turning over and lying on his side on Yu Chi Feng's lap. He pressed one hand on Yu Chi Feng's wrist, interrupting the massage, and continued: "You think my treatment of the captive is too cruel, right?"
Yu Chi Feng was stunned. He did not expect that his thoughts would be so directly stated by Feng Tingliu, so he said:
"He has confessed the conspiracy of the Zhu Xie Hui and the old faction of the cult. Our goal has been achieved. Why should we still kill him?"
After hearing this, Feng Tingliu showed no anger. Instead, he chuckled: "Why? Because I also want to survive."
Yu Chi Feng couldn't understand his meaning for a moment, and then he heard him continue:
"The reason why the Zhu Xie Hui and the old faction of the cult have not dared to attack Liudu City for so many years is, first, we have always hidden our strength, and second, the terrain here is special. If the cult escapes, they will surely bring information to them. At that time, Liudu City will be in great danger."
Feng Tingliu paused and suddenly laughed again.
"Of course, such an explanation is rather complicated. For me, if I don't kill others, I will be killed by others."
After saying this, Feng Tingliu raised his hand.
His fingers were slender, and the tips were neatly trimmed. If it weren't for the calluses left by the sword, his hands would look like those of a pampered young master.
But he is not that carefree young master. His hands are stained with blood.
That blood was shed for revenge or to survive.
Feng Tingliu suddenly turned his head, and his raised hand instead grabbed Yu Chi Feng's collar, forcing him to lower his head and get closer to him.
"Yu Chi Feng, you are too naive. This Jianghu is not as simple as you think."
The breaths of the two were almost intertwined. Yu Chi Feng stared blankly at those crimson eyes, with a mixture of emotions for a moment.
He did not know why Feng Tingliu said such words, but he could also guess that Feng Tingliu must have a painful past that he does not know. He can understand Feng Tingliu, but he cannot fully accept his methods.
He seemed to be suppressed by a huge boulder, preventing him from taking a step further towards Feng Tingliu.
And that boulder seemed to have been pressing on him for ten or twenty years. It is a heavy burden called "rules" that has long been engraved in his soul.
He wanted to try hard to break through that boulder, but what he felt was that the sealed memories were loosening.
Something in Yu Chi Feng's heart was on the verge of emerging, but it made him fall into deeper confusion. Suddenly, he felt a dizzy spell, and at the same time, a dull pain in his head.
Yu Chi Feng covered his forehead and gritted his teeth. In an instant, his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
"Yu Chi Feng?" Seeing this, Feng Tingliu quickly sat up, grabbed his wrist, and frowned as he looked at him.
"Young Master... I... Uh!" The feeling of dizziness and headache became more obvious as Yu Chi Feng spoke. His vision became blurred, and more and moreFuzzy memory fragments flashed through his mind, but he couldn't catch or see any of them clearly.
"Wait." Feng Tingliu got out of bed and, although his movements were not obvious, there was undeniable worry in his eyes. He didn't have time to put on his shoes and pushed open the door barefoot, shouting loudly: "Come!"
Not long after, Bai Zhong's door was opened. Fortunately, he was resting in the room at this time. Hearing the sound, he quickly came forward.
"Young Master, what happened?"
"Go and call Yu Ji. Tell him that Yu Chi Feng is not feeling well and ask him to come quickly."
"Yes." Bai Zhong was somewhat surprised but hurriedly left the courtyard without delay.
Feng Tingliu frowned and returned to the room. He saw Yu Chi Feng sitting by the bedside in the same painful position as before. He walked up to Yu Chi Feng, looked at him for a while, and didn't know what to do.
When he was a child, there were naturally many people serving around Feng Tingliu, living a life where his clothes were handed to him and his food was brought to him. Later, when he was wandering, he only had revenge and survival in his heart, and he didn't care even if he was covered in dirt. After Feng Che picked him up, it was basically aStocking life. Until the establishment of Liudu City, he returned to a life where he was served.
To put it simply, from beginning to end, Young Master Feng doesn't know how to take care of others.
Now, he has the idea of taking care of someone, but before he can discover the hidden intention beneath it, he has already been defeated by his lack of experience.
After thinking for a while, he first found a handkerchief and roughly wiped the sweat off Yu Chi Feng's forehead.
"Yu Ji will be here soon. Just bear with it a little longer." After saying this, Feng Tingliu pursed his lips and couldn't say any more kind words.
Feng Tingliu rarely had patience. After helping him wipe his forehead clean, he was just about to put the handkerchief away when his wrist was suddenly grabbed by Yu Chi Feng.
Yu Chi Feng's strength was so great that it made his bones ache. He tried to pull back but couldn't break free.
"You... Let go!"
"City Lord Feng...?"
Different from the submissive andintimate "Young Master" title, the more distant "City Lord Feng" made Feng Tingliu's eyes widen and he froze in place.
For a moment, Feng Tingliu was actually a little flustered. The beating of his heart in his chest was deafening, and he didn't know if it was excitement or fear.
Feng Tingliu looked into Yu Chi Feng's eyes. Those eyes were still hazy but showed signs of awakening.
Feng Tingliu made a prompt decision and stretched out his other hand, fiercely chopping towards Yu Chi Feng's nape.
The movement only takes an instant, but Yu Chi Feng seemed to have sensed his movement and instinctively raised his hand to resist, but after all, he was a step too slow due to dizziness and headache.
Yu Chi Feng finally released Feng Tingliu's wrist and fell onto the bed.
Feng Tingliu looked at the marks on his wrist and then at Yu Chi Feng who was lying unconscious on the bed. After a while, he suddenly lowered his head and laughed self-mockingly.
He was actually panicked.
He was actually panicked because of Yu Chi Feng.
"Ha..."
He questioned himself in his heart.
Feng Tingliu, is this the result you pursue?