Feng Tingliu had just recovered from a serious illness and lost a lot of blood.
Even though his injuries were mostly healed, he still had difficulty getting out of bed, and the blood loss even caused short-term headaches.
Yu Ji, having no other choice, prescribed a medicine. He repeatedly emphasized to Wei Chifeng that Feng Tingliu must take the medicine on time and in the correct dosage; otherwise, there would be problems. Although Wei Chifeng was still bothered by the fact that Yu Ji had put a Gu on him, he knew that Yu Ji was truly loyal to Feng Tingliu. Despite his doubts, Wei Chifeng carefully noted everything.
However, when he was boiling the medicine that night, he smelled something that made his neck turn slightly red.
Wei Chifeng sniffed carefully and realized that the embarrassing smell was that of deer blood.
"..."
Was it really okay to give such a strong tonic to a patient who had just recovered from a serious illness?
But Yu Ji's confident appearance clearly showed that he was very confident in this prescription.
Perhaps there was some special prescription in their Wan Gu Sect?
Wei Chifeng hesitantly finished boiling the medicine and carried the bowl of dark medicinal soup to Feng Tingliu.
"...What is this?" Even Feng Tingliu, upon seeing the color and smelling the odor, frowned and refused to take it.
"Doctor Yu said it's a special medicine..." Wei Chifeng paused and gently coaxed, "Doctor Yu is very concerned about you. This medicine must be very effective. Although the smell... is a bit unique, Young Master, please drink it."
"..."
Feng Tingliu was naturally aware of his own physical condition. With the medicine at his lips, he had no choice but to drink it.
He took the medicine bowl and drank the strange-tasting medicinal soup in one gulp, his brows furrowing tightly. Fortunately, as soon as he put the bowl down, a sweet and sour preserved fruit was placed at his lips. He ate the preserved fruit from Wei Chifeng's hand, easing the bitterness in his mouth.
The medicine was indeed powerful. After drinking a bowl, Feng Tingliu's complexion immediately became rosy, and the sickly look disappeared.
However, as time passed, the side effects of the strong medicine gradually emerged...
At first, Feng Tingliu just felt hot. But since summer had not yet passed and ice could no longer be placed in the room, he didn't think much of it. He just asked Wei Chifeng to fan him to relieve the heat.
But gradually, the heat turned into a burning sensation from the inside out, forcing him to loosen his collar and expose a large area of skin to dissipate the heat.
"It's so hot..." Feng Tingliu frowned and complained, unable to help but scoot further into the bed, trying to get farther away from Wei Chifeng, who was like a furnace.
Wei Chifeng knew that it was the deer blood in the medicine causing this, but he didn't know how to help Feng Tingliu relieve the heat.
Thus, the heat inside Feng Tingliu's body continued to brew and rage throughout his body, causing him to gradually have a reaction.
"..."
"..."
Both of them glanced at Feng Tingliu's lower body and then looked at each other for a moment. Instantly, the flames of desire were ignited.
"Young Master... Your injuries haven't fully healed yet." Wei Chifeng hesitated, not knowing what to do.
"..." Feng Tingliu rarely blushed, and it was unclear whether it was due to the deer blood or his own body. He gritted his teeth, grabbed Wei Chifeng's arm, and said harshly, "I'm not that fragile!"
Wei Chifeng had no choice. Feng Tingliu was also very stubborn. After some back and forth, the two of them ended upShrinking into the bed (This statement is not very clear and may need more context or clearer explanation to translate accurately).
Wei Chifeng held Feng Tingliu in his arms and gently kissed his earlobe to ease the dryness.
Several indistinct moans escaped, making the fire in the room burn even more intensely.
The bedsheets were kicked into disarray, the brocade quilt was kicked to the end of the bed, and the folding fan had disappeared, not knowing where it had fallen.
Up until now, Wei Chifeng's skills had reached perfection. He knew every part of Feng Tingliu's body, knew how to make him feel good, and knew what to do to make him lose his senses.
Just this ordinary comfort was enough to make Feng Tingliu surrender in his hands, collapsingpowerlessly (This word may need to be more specific in English, such as"weakly"or"powerlessly") in his arms.
The bedsheets were soiled, but Wei Chifeng didn't rush to change them. Instead, he casually wiped his hands and hugged the person tightly. He kissed Feng Tingliu's cheek and soothed his breathing.
After Feng Tingliu caught his breath, Wei Chifeng checked his injuries again to make sure the wounds were not affected before finally feeling relieved.
"Young Master, did it feel good?" Wei Chifeng kissed the top of his head.
Feng Tingliu opened his eyes, snorted, and said, "Let go, it's hot."
Feng Tingliu was covered in sweat. At this moment, being stuck to Wei Chifeng, even though the fire inside him had subsided, the external heat was still burning.
"I'll go fetch some water to wipe your body." Although Wei Chifeng was reluctant, he still carried Feng Tingliu to a clean area, rolled up the dirty bedsheets, and was about to leave.
But as Wei Chifeng turned around, he was suddenly grabbed by his clothes.
"Wait..." Feng Tingliu suddenly frowned, his voice trembling slightly, "My leg... My leg is cramping."
Wei Chifeng was stunned and quickly dropped the bedsheets. He gently held Feng Tingliu's ankle and massaged his calf.
The fair toes were tense and trembling due to the cramps, making Wei Chifeng's eyes redden.
With Wei Chifeng's skilled massage, Feng Tingliu's calf finally stopped cramping, and he let out a sigh of relief. Feng Tingliu withdrew his leg but inadvertently caught a glimpse of Wei Chifeng below.
Just now, Wei Chifeng was only focused on serving him and had completely forgotten about his own reaction.
Just as Feng Tingliu was about to say something, he was suddenly interrupted by Wei Chifeng.
"I didn't expect that the Young Master was so comfortable that his leg cramped..."
"..."
Feng Tingliu's temples twitched, and he kicked out, swallowing the words that had just reached his lips.
Wei Chifeng chuckled, scratched his head, and ran out to fetch hot water while also trying to cool himself down.
Such a special medicine had to be drunk every night.
After several repetitions, Feng Tingliu gained a mental boost despite the physical exhaustion, while Wei Chifeng suffered from the painful torture of being "visible but not touchable".
After Feng Tingliu drank the third bowl of medicinal soup, Wei Chifeng, as he had done the previous two nights, comforted Feng Tingliu once again.
Just as Wei Chifeng was about to go out and cool down as usual, he was suddenly pulled back onto the bed by Feng Tingliu.
Feng Tingliu used some strength and pulled Wei Chifeng onto the bed. He didn't care about his still weak waist. With one long leg, he straddled Wei Chifeng and pinned him down.
"Young Master...!" Wei Chifeng was worried about Feng Tingliu's injuries and quickly tried to get up to check.
But Feng Tingliu raised his hand and pressed Wei Chifeng's shoulder, pushing him back down.
"My injuries are not a big problem. You don't need to worry." As he spoke, he slightly narrowed his eyes and undid his belt.
Wei Chifeng didn't dare to move, afraid that if he struggled too much, it would affect Feng Tingliu's injuries.
"Then... Then be careful."
Feng Tingliu curved his lips, looking down at the panicked Wei Chifeng. With one hand supporting himself on Wei Chifeng's shoulder, he began to move on his own.
Just looking at their reactions, for a moment, it was difficult to tell who was the one taking the initiative...
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The sky began to brighten.
Feng Tingliu finally exhausted the nourishment from the medicinal soup over the past few days and completely lost his strength, collapsing limply on the bed.
Wei Chifeng held him in his arms on the bed, slowly smoothing the messy hair at the back of his head. Wei Chifeng sighed with emotion. Fortunately, Feng Tingliu had received enough nourishment and could stop taking the strong tonic. Otherwise, the next one to be exhausted would be himself...
Feng Tingliu was rarely at ease and fell into a deep sleep, burying his face in Wei Chifeng's chest and still grasping Wei Chifeng's shirt.
Wei Chifeng stared at him for a long time, even forgetting the time and the choice he would have to face.
Three days had passed, and he still didn't know how to mention to Feng Tingliu that he had to return to the Beilong Hall.
Just as Wei Chifeng was sighing, a sudden knock sounded at the door.
"It's so early?" Wei Chifeng got up in confusion, holding Feng Tingliu's hand. He quietly pulled out his shirt and replaced it with the corner of the blanket. He also covered Feng Tingliu with the blanket before quietly getting out of bed.
Wei Chifeng opened the door and saw Qin Qichao standing outside. Qin Qichao was holding a slender wooden box with both hands. He was being careful with his movements but couldn't help looking into the room.
Wei Chifeng took a step forward, blocking his view of the bed.
"What's the matter?"
"It's something sent by Jian Yachi." Qin Qichao withdrew his gaze and said softly.
"Jian Yachi? Is it the weapon that the Young Master forged a few days ago?" Wei Chifeng took the wooden box with some confusion and weighed it. He found that it was heavier than he had expected.
Qin Qichao nodded, glared at Wei Chifeng, and then turned and left.
Wei Chifeng carried the wooden box into the room and placed it on the table, with no intention of opening it. He was lost in thought and didn't notice that Feng Tingliu had already stood behind him.
When Wei Chifeng turned around, he saw Feng Tingliu casually wearing a semi-transparent outer robe and barefoot on the ground. He immediately walked over, tightened his clothes, and carried him back to the bed.
"Open it and have a look." Feng Tingliu pressed Wei Chifeng's shoulder, stopping his actions.
"At least let the Young Master put on some shoes first..."
For Wei Chifeng, no matter how curious he was about the contents of the box, Feng Tingliu's body was more important.
Feng Tingliu was carried back to the bed and sat on the edge, wrapped in a thin blanket.
"I'll go open it. The Young Master just sit on the bed."
After saying that, Wei Chifeng returned to the table, carefully opened the buckle, and lifted the lid of the box.
Sitting behind Wei Chifeng, Feng Tingliu's crimson eyes watched his actions. His hands unconsciously tightened the sheets, whether out of nervousness or anticipation.
When the box was opened, the first thing that caught the eye was the sword sheath inlaid with countless small but exquisite agates and jades. The red agates were carved into the shape of maple leaves, and the jades were like willow leaves intertwined with the maple leaves,Entangled (This expression may need a more specific translation, such as"winding around") the entire black sword sheath. The stable black sword sheath appeared even more noble with the decoration, also highlighting the mystery of the precious sword inside.
"This is..." Wei Chifeng was slightly surprised. Almost instantly, he remembered the incident of theCold Iron (This word may need a more accurate translation depending on the context, such as"Heavenly Cold Iron") that he had once mentioned to Feng Tingliu.
Wei Chifeng suddenly realized that from the beginning, that piece of cold iron was prepared by Feng Tingliu for himself...
"How is it?" Feng Tingliu smiled, satisfied with his surprised expression, "Draw the sword and have a look."
Wei Chifeng took out the precious sword and weighed it in his hand. He immediately knew its weight, which was unmatched by other swords.
When the sword was drawn, the blade, which had been fused with the cold iron, was a black that could devour everything. It did not reflect light but exuded a terrifying killing intent. The willow leaves carved on the hilt seemed to be vividly fluttering, as if they could fall onto the blade and be devoured.
Upon seeing this sword, Wei Chifeng's eyes lit up.
This was the sword he had always wanted. Now, Feng Tingliu had forged it after countless hammerings and presented it to him.
"This sword..." Wei Chifeng held the precious sword, turned to look at Feng Tingliu, his excitement difficult to hide.
"Of course, it's for you." Feng Tingliu was still smiling, but in his crimson eyes, a hint of nervousness appeared. He looked at Wei Chifeng's expression, suppressing the involuntary tremors in his hands. Unconsciously, his headache returned.
But he clenched the sheets, suppressing all emotions, and said calmly:
"This sword is called Flowing Wind. Take it with you and return to the Beilong Hall."