In the guest house of the foreign imperial court, there was a light knock on the room where Divine Doctor Duan was staying. Duan Chang Feng got up and opened the door suspiciously, only to see an ordinary-looking odd-job worker silently hand him a handwritten letter, then turned around and left.
Half an hour later, in a teahouse near the post house, Duan Chang Feng, under the personal guidance of the owner, walked through a winding corridor of flowers, then passed through a quiet and secluded bamboo forest, and finally saw the teahouse built on the water. Outside the teahouse, a clear spring was flowing, the white stones were lively, the orchids by the water were lush, and one or two short pine trees were planted here and there. It really was a picture drawn on paper, the meaning of the immortal poet's pen. The teahouse was surrounded by water, and there was only one bamboo path leading to it.
Inside the open door and window, a thin and straight figure was sitting under the window, carefully sipping tea. Looking at his graceful bearing, he was even more graceful than before.
"Hahaha, Your Highness Crown Prince, long time no see." Seeing an old friend, Duan Chang Feng immediately walked in, but when he looked to the side and saw the black cloth in front of his eyes, he couldn't help but sigh. "After we parted at the border, we haven't seen each other for three years. I didn't expect Your Highness Crown Prince to have changed so much. It's exactly as Lord Zi 'an said,' how many autumns have passed '."
Hearing the voice of an old friend, Xiahou Qing extended his arms in invitation. The two sat opposite each other and personally poured a cup of tea for Duan Chang Feng.
Xiahou Qing smiled. "I also didn't expect that in just a few years, Mister would change and become the Divine Doctor of Southern Yan. If it weren't for my subordinates accidentally investigating Mister, I wouldn't have known that this Divine Doctor was you. "
Duan Chang Feng took a sip of the tea and put it down. He looked at the frost on his temples, the wrinkles on his face, and his eyes, which had become cloudy and old because of the passage of time. He could not help but sigh and say, "The fate of a man is so unpredictable, and no one can predict it. When my junior sister and I left our sect and entered Jianghu for the first time, we were full of hot-bloodedness. Who would have thought that we would encounter such a thing later on, leaving our true love, friends dead, and our sect dead? We were like wild dogs, deserted by everyone. If it weren't for the fact that I was lucky enough to receive your help, I'm afraid that my bones would have been blown to dust by the sandstorm at the border. Afterwards, when the war was over, I looked around and found that I had nowhere to go. By a freak combination of factors, I saved the wife of a wealthy merchant from the Southern Yan Kingdom. With their help, I entered the Imperial Hospital of the Southern Yan Kingdom step by step. I still remember the heroic bearing of Your Highness in the battle of White Wolf Mountain when you shot five enemy bandits with a single arrow. Indeed, heroes come from the young. "
Xiahou Qing's voice was low and deep, "I also do not dare to forget that I was ambushed at the foot of the White Wolf Mountain and was hit by several arrows. If Mister did not come to my rescue, it would have been difficult for me to escape death. I still remember what Master said when he discovered my illness, and it is those words that have kept me going till now. Sir, let me toast you with tea instead of wine. "
Duan Changfeng hurriedly waved his hand and refused, "Ah! That's because Your Highness saved me first, and I wanted to repay your kindness later. It's only natural, and I'm ashamed to accept it. What's more, those words did not come from me, but were spoken to me by my best friend before he died. He said, 'When a man walks the world, he does not rely on his legs, but on his inextinguishable faith. As long as I still have a breath, nothing can stop me. People take my eyes, break my limbs, and cut my blood, but my heart still burns. Today, I will bravely face death without fear, because I have a clear conscience. He, he, is really a foolish person. But this person is also so cute that I miss him every day. "
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