For the first time, Yu Chi Feng experienced such an unbearable headache.
He curled up his body, grasping the bedsheet with one hand and pressing his temple with the other, using his knuckles to press hard. No matter how hard he hit his head, the pain deep inside almost seemed to split his head apart.
Cold sweat dripped down his temples, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably due to the pain.
Accompanying the headache were fragmented images flashing through his mind. Those images seemed to have once existed in his mind, but when he tried to see them clearly, the pain intensified.
Yu Chi Feng's eyes hurt so much that he couldn't open them, but he still tried to squint and saw Feng Tingliu's sleeping back.
Don't wake Feng Tingliu...
Thinking this, Yu Chi Feng restrained the pain and turned over to get out of bed. Not caring that he was still barefoot, he staggered out of the room and returned to his own room. The short journey made his whole body soaked in cold sweat, and he could only collapse on the bed, praying for the pain to pass quickly.
In a trance, Yu Chi Feng suddenly remembered that such pain and fragmented memories seemed to have occurred before. The last time, he had passed out from the pain, and when he woke up, Yu Ji had already treated him and sealed his memories once again.
Perhaps the last time he had a headache was the day his memory was about to recover, but Yu Ji sealed his memory again.
This time, his symptoms cannot be discovered by anyone, and Yu Ji must not be allowed to interfere...
This is his chance to recover his memory.
"Uh...!" Yu Chi Feng gritted his teeth, only emitting heavy breathing sounds and occasional painful groans.
He had to shift his attention to relieve the terrifying pain.
He even began to think about the reason why Feng Tingliu did this? Why did he keep him, an enemy, in Liudu City? Does he know his identity? Why did he appear here?
Mysteries like clouds covered the truth in front of him, even covering the terrifying headache and fragmented memories, giving Yu Chi Feng a temporary respite.
Suddenly, a scene of yellow sand and ruins appeared before his eyes. He saw blood and corpses everywhere, the weapon that had pierced his chest, and a pair of crimson eyes.
"Feng..." Yu Chi Feng murmured, but the image in front of him shattered completely in the next moment, and not even a fragment of memory could be grasped.
...
After a while, the torturous headache finally dissipated, leaving him covered in cold sweat that evaporated in the hot air.
Yu Chi Feng finally managed to catch his breath. He lay on the bed with empty eyes, staring at the ceiling for a long time before recovering from the catastrophe just now.
But he did not recover his memory, only getting the fleeting images. But he still did not know who wanted to harm him. Even though there were crimson eyes in the image, he still could not be sure that it was Feng Tingliu.
The fragmented memories piled up, making it difficult for him to distinguish between reality and illusion.
But the effect of stopping the medicine is very obvious. Maybe next time, he can really recover his memory.
"It hurts so much... Was it the same for the young master when he had a headache..." Yu Chi Feng muttered softly, "Perhaps it was even more painful. After all, it was a life-threatening Gu."
When Yu Chi Feng felt that he could move again, it was dawn, and he had been in pain all night without being able to sleep.
Yu Chi Feng had to get up from his bed, hurriedly change his clothes, and tiptoe back to Feng Tingliu's room. Feng Tingliu was still asleep, and even his movements hadn't changed much.
Yu Chi Feng let out a sigh of relief, climbed onto the bed, carefully approached Feng Tingliu, and maintained a fist's distance.
"I have too many questions, young master. When can you answer them for me?" Yu Chi Feng whispered, raising his hand to pick up a strand of Feng Tingliu's hair and bringing it to his mouth to plant a light kiss.
He reluctantly rubbed the strand of hair with his lips, but his movements were always careful, not waking the person who was still sleeping.
He just watched Feng Tingliu's back like this until dawn.
...
When Feng Tingliu just woke up, he was still a bit dazed and lazily turned over, just happening to fall into Yu Chi Feng's arms.
The ice in the room had just melted almost completely after the night, and the temperature had risen quite a bit. Not to mention that Yu Chi Feng's embrace was even hotter. As long as one touched his muscles, one could feel the burning temperature.
Feng Tingliu frowned in dissatisfaction and pushed Yu Chi Feng's chest with his hand, trying to push the person away from himself.
But Yu Chi Feng took advantage of his still being half-asleep and reached out to hold him in his arms.
"Good morning, young master. It's time to get up."
"It's so hot... Get away from me." Seeing that he didn't move, Feng Tingliu kicked him in the leg. But this kick didn't have much strength, but it made Yu Chi Feng's heart itch.
"It's not as hot as the previous two days, young master. What would you like to eat? I'll ask the kitchen to prepare it." Yu Chi Feng didn't respond to his words. Instead, he leaned down and quietly planted a kiss on his head.
"...Whatever." Feng Tingliu blinked, opened his crimson eyes a slit, and slowly woke up, "I'll say this one last time. Stay away from me. By the way, ask them to add more ice."
This time, Feng Tingliu used some strength to push Yu Chi Feng away, then turned around and ignored him.
"Okay." Yu Chi Feng smiled and didn't do any more unnecessary actions. He got out of bed honestly and went to arrange breakfast.
...
Life doesn't seem to have changed much.
Even though Yu Chi Feng knew that he and Feng Tingliu were originally enemies, his attitude towards Feng Tingliu remained unchanged. Feng Tingliu also didn't suspect him, and the reaction after stopping the medicine didn't occur again. Everything was as usual.
Several letters came from the imperial city intermittently, but they became less and less frequent.
The emperor's fever still hadn't healed, and he was still recuperating in the palace. The palace seemed calm on the surface, but in reality, there were endless internal struggles. However, the struggles were only limited to verbal disputes, and the second prince still didn't make a move.
The second prince wasn't in a hurry, but Feng Che was. Feng Che wanted to go home.
In the last letter sent from the imperial city, Feng Che wrote four or five pages of sloppy handwriting. Surprisingly, not a single word was related to the turmoil in the palace. It was all complaints about how tormenting the fifth prince was in private!
Feng Tingliu thought there would be some important information later, so he read the letter word for word. But when he reached the last word, he couldn't obtain any useful information. He sneered and threw the letter into the candle lamp.
"Did another message come from the imperial city?" Yu Chi Feng put the cold tea beside him. The cold tea with honey wasn't bitter, and it had become Feng Tingliu's new favorite recently.
"It's all nonsense." Feng Tingliu picked up the cup and took a small sip to ease his annoyance.
Upon hearing this, Yu Chi Feng also found it somewhat amusing. Feng Che and Feng Tingliu were completely different in temperament. He wondered how the two of them ended up together and became master and apprentice.
"How peaceful can it be when the emperor is seriously ill and bedridden?" Feng Tingliu talked about the turmoil in the palace, his tone surprisingly calm, as if he didn't care about the emperor's fate.
"If the throne changes, will it affect Liudu City?" Yu Chi Feng wondered.
"It shouldn't." Feng Tingliu put down the cup, supported his head with one hand, and leaned back on the chair, "But Feng Che has dragged Liudu City into this. And that prince is related to the Evil Extermination Cult. Then, I have to wade into this muddy water."
Yu Chi Feng still didn't understand why the fate of Liudu City was so closely related to Feng Che. And he really asked this question.
Upon hearing this, Feng Tingliu just smiled and looked at him lightly, "Want to know?"
Yu Chi Feng was almost captivated by those eyes and nodded, "Yes."
"It's not the right time yet. You'll know." Feng Tingliu said, shifting his gaze and continuing to drink his sweet cold tea.
Yu Chi Feng was left hanging and not satisfied, looking at Feng Tingliu pitifully.
Feng Tingliu then instructed him to fetch pen and paper and wrote a short letter to Feng Che, telling him not to send letters randomly if there was no urgent matter.
Along with the letter, there was a bottle of fragrant ointment that was found from somewhere. The instructions attached stated that this ointment had the functions of relieving pain and lubrication.
The summer wasHard, and Feng Tingliu was unwilling to use this ointment, so he decided to send it as a timely help to the person in need.
As the saying goes, some are dying of thirst while others are drowning. Yu Chi Feng is the one dying of thirst.
Although he slept in the same bed with Feng Tingliu every day, there were no intimate actions between them. He only dared to kiss Feng Tingliu's hair tip quietly after Feng Tingliu fell asleep.
This night, Yu Chi Feng still looked at Feng Tingliu's back and sighed, but he couldn't get the pity of the already sleeping person.
Being able to see but not touch is more tormenting than not being by his side.
Yu Chi Feng could only close his eyes and force himself to fall asleep.
What Yu Chi Feng didn't expect was that the pain after stopping the medicine didn't come, but a long-buried memory appeared in his dream...
...
In the dream, Yu Chi Feng was holding a heavy iron sword that was almost as tall as himself.
Yu Chi Feng's young but calloused hands firmly grasped the iron sword, and his eyes shone as he looked at the man opposite.
The man was dressed in plain clothes and had a simple appearance, but he smiled like an otherworldly expert, unfathomable. There was a waist tag hanging on his waist. Looking closely, it was written with the words "North Dragon Hall".
"Can you continue?" The man asked Yu Chi Feng with a smile.
Yu Chi Feng wiped the mud off his face, his young face filled with determination.
The North Dragon Hall just received a task to eliminate the Evil Cult members stationed in the north of the city. No matter how much Yu Chi Feng argued with his master, the master refused to take him along and wanted to test his strength.
"Of course! Please teach me, Master!"
"Hehe, you can't even defeat me as your master, yet you're still arguing to go and defeat the enemies?" The man smiled and poked Yu Chi Feng's forehead with his fingertip, making him stumble.
"Although it's difficult, I won't give up! I will definitely kill them!"
"Difficult? Haha..." The man laughed, touched his chin, "Is killing people a difficult solution? Killing people is the most useless solution."
"Useless?" The young Yu Chi Feng couldn't understand the meaning of the words. He frowned and thought for a long time. Finally, he raised his sword and firmly set his goal, "But our goal isn't it to kill all those evil cult members?"
"Who told you that killing people is our goal?" The man narrowed his eyes. This was a sign that he was getting angry. With a wave of his hand, he easily knocked the sword out of Yu Chi Feng's hand with his own sword and turned to leave.
"Master...!"
"What is your goal? When you figure it out, come and compete with me again."