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Then, he looked at what he had written in his own handwriting in a daze.
When he heard Han Pu talk about his family, these words inexplicably appeared in his mind,
Just like the sentence "Born in sorrow and die in peace and happiness."
But he clearly didn't even know what genre of poetry this was, let alone understand the word "Han" in the Qin and Han dynasties,
What exactly was it referring to?
Was he possessed by some kind of wandering ghost? He thought of the familiar power that surged out of nowhere that day,
Compared to being possessed by a wandering ghost, he would rather believe,
He was the wandering ghost.
However, the memories and emotions from when he was young were so clear and deep.
..
When Han Pu finished packing up and came out,
Qin Song was no longer in the room,
Han Pu was very familiar with the hostage residence and quickly found him in the garden.
Qin Song was dancing with a sword.
Qin Song was dancing with a sword. Qin Song was good at the zither, singing, and dancing,
But he wasn't good at the sword,
The sword in his hand,
It was just a prop for the dance.
Qin Song was dancing with a sword,
Although it was flashy, it was extremely beautiful.
Under the bright moonlight,
The youth in white seemed to be glowing all over. His wide sleeves fluttered like clouds,
Her flexible and flexible waist.
His fluttering black hair,
His long sword that was overflowing with cold light... Han Pu couldn't describe it,
But he only felt that every movement of the youth exuded a fatal attraction, attracting his eyes and making his heart beat wildly, making him not dare to speak, not dare to breathe...
The youth's movements were originally slow and light, but towards the end, they gradually became intense. He moved and flipped on the ground, and his sword danced and stabbed in the air. Each sword was faster than the previous one, and each sword was heavier than the previous one... Han Pu seemed to hear war drums shaking the sky, and he seemed to see thunder raging in front of him. He only felt his heart skip a beat, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Finally, the thunder stopped, and the wind calmed down.
Qin Song put his sword back into its scabbard and saw Han Pu staring at him with his mouth agape. He frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
However, despite his stupidity, he wasn't loathsome. His eyes were bright and spirited, and one could only sigh in admiration, nothing else.
Han Pu gulped. "I finally understand why Qin Yue treated you so …"
Qin Song interrupted, "Qin Yue has never seen me wield my sword."
"Ah?" That's not possible, right?
Qin Song said indifferently, "Even if the Qin Song sword dance is a pastime, it is for me, the Qin Song, to amuse myself and not to please others."
"Oh …" Han Pu didn't know how to respond. After thinking for a while, he said, "How about I teach you swordsmanship?"
Qin Song looked at him in surprise, then shook his head and said, "No need." In this era, skills couldn't be taught easily, let alone martial arts skills that could help one settle down and establish one's life. Moreover, he didn't think he needed this kind of thing.
Han Pu advised, "Your sword dance was beautiful, but the sword is used to kill people. What's the use of being beautiful?"
Qin Song said, "If I can create the world's most beautiful sword dance, I can naturally create the world's most powerful swordsmanship."
Han Pu said, "Beautiful and killing people are two different things, okay? According to what you said, aren't those little beauties dancing all experts? "
"They can't, but I can." Qin Song paused, then said with certainty, "Of course I can."
Han Pu was speechless at Qin Song's inexplicable confidence. He said, "Even if you want to create your own swordsmanship, you have to first familiarize yourself with it …"
Han Pu couldn't finish his words because he found that Qin Song was no longer performing the sword dance, but practicing a single straight thrust movement over and over again. He closed his eyes, as if he was repeating the same simple and boring movement, but Han Pu, who was proficient in swordsmanship, was frightened. Qin Song's every movement was not exactly the same. He seemed to be constantly making subtle adjustments to make this strike faster, more accurate, more ruthless, and more invulnerable! All this seemed to be instinctive.
He suddenly believed Qin Song's words. He might really be able to create the world's most powerful swordsmanship. So in this world, there were really geniuses who were born to use swords?
Qin Song gestured with his eyes closed and said, "If you have nothing to do, go and find me a sword."
Han Pu didn't want to leave, so he said angrily, "Isn't that a sword in your hand?"
Qin Song said, "It's too light."
A sword for dancing and a sword for killing were, after all, different.
"Oh."
Qin Song said, "You know where the money box is. Go and get it yourself."
Han Pu answered unhappily. He had just taken two steps when he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He turned around and saw Qin Song suddenly bending over and vomiting a mouthful of blood. His face was pale, and his body was somewhat unstable.
Han Pu's expression changed greatly. He took two steps to Qin Song's side, helped him to sit down on a stone bench, and held his wrist.
Qin Song had long been accustomed to vomiting blood. He rinsed his mouth with tea and said in surprise, "You also know medicine?"
Han Pu said angrily, "Shut up, don't talk!"
After a long time, he released his hand with a dignified expression and said, "How did you get such a serious internal injury? You were fine last time … "
Suddenly, his expression changed dramatically. He said angrily, "What did Qin Yue do to you?"
Qin Song couldn't help but think of those disgusting things. His expression was somewhat ugly. He said, "It's just a small injury. Don't take it to heart."
"A small injury?" Han Pu said angrily, "Do you know what kind of situation you're in? You're like a broken vase that's full of cracks but hasn't completely shattered. A gust of wind, or a cough, could break it! "
He bent over and squatted in front of Qin Song, and said in a low voice, "Come up!"
"What are you doing?"
Han Pu said with a sullen face, "I'll take you back to your room first, and then I'll call a doctor."
Qin Song found it difficult to explain his current physical condition. He was too lazy to explain, so he said, "There's a green porcelain bottle in the box in my room. It contains the medicine that Qin Yi made. You ran fast, help …"
Before he could finish his words, Han Pu had already run off without a trace.
Qin Song closed his eyes and recalled the feeling when he was practicing the sword just now. He always felt that something was missing. It was as if there was a thin barrier separating him from the things that he had grasped in his hands. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch them.
What should he do to get rid of that feeling … he couldn't find someone to anger him again, could he?
While he was frowning and pondering, someone suddenly grabbed his wrist. Qin Song opened his eyes and saw Han Pu looking at him angrily. He said angrily, "Do you want to die?"
Qin Song looked at his right hand that was grabbed by Han Pu. He silently relaxed his fingers that had unknowingly formed a sword. He pushed Han Pu's hand away and poured himself a glass of water.
Han Pu's face was very ugly. He said, "You haven't given up yet?" Otherwise, why would he still be thinking about the sword art at this time?
Qin Song frowned. He didn't want to lie to Han Pu, and he also couldn't explain his current condition. Although his injuries looked serious, they weren't fatal. Although that force had broken his body, it had also firmly bonded it together and was constantly improving his physique. It could be said that in his current condition, other than spitting out a small mouthful of blood from time to time and feeling pain for a while, he was actually in better condition than anyone else.
He said, "Han Pu, I asked you to follow me, but it doesn't mean that you can interfere in my affairs at will." He wanted to say that he was fine, but he needed someone to believe him!
Han Pu said angrily, "Is it worth it for you to risk your life for a Qin Yue?"
Qin Song didn't say anything. He held the glass and sipped slowly.
Han Pu saw that he didn't take his words seriously. He said angrily, "Well, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be injured like this. Since you can't let it go, I'll kill him for you!"
He turned around and left.
Qin Song shouted, "Han Pu!"
Qin Yue had just recovered from his serious injuries and was at his most vigilant. What was the difference between an assassination at this time and seeking death?
Han Pu stopped, but didn't turn around. He said coldly, "You told me not to interfere in your affairs, then you shouldn't interfere in my affairs either!"
"I also don't want to interfere in your affairs, but I have a few things to say to you." Qin Song said calmly, "First, my injuries have nothing to do with Qin Yue, and it has nothing to do with you. Don't take everything on yourself. Second, I didn't risk my life. Even if I did, it wouldn't be for Qin Yue. It could only be for myself. Third, I know my injuries better than anyone else. They won't get better because of careful nursing, and they won't worsen because I practice martial arts. "
Qin Song paused and continued, "It's up to you whether you believe these words or not. If you want to kill Qin Yue, it's up to you. But it has nothing to do with me. If you want to die, don't use my name."
Han Pu didn't move for a long time. Qin Song was angry at his stubbornness, but Han Pu suddenly turned around and sat down beside Qin Song. He put the medicine bottle on the stone table and poured a cup of water for him. He said with a smile, "Take the medicine, take the medicine!"
Qin Song stared at him. How could this person's face change so quickly?
Han Pu said with a smile, "Of course I believe your words. But it's rare for you to be so concerned about me and say so many words in one breath. I wanted to hear more, but you didn't say anything after waiting for so long. "
Qin Song was speechless and took the medicine silently.
Although Qin Yi's medicine didn't have any effect on his injuries, it was very effective in relieving the pain. Every time he had an attack, he felt as if his whole body was being torn apart. Qin Song, who was not afraid of pain, found it difficult to bear.
Qin Song sat for a while and recovered. He was about to drive Han Pu away so that he could continue practicing swordsmanship when he suddenly heard voices. He turned around and saw a few lanterns swaying in the woods. It seemed that they were heading toward his small courtyard.
Han Pu said, "It should be the silly big guy coming back with people."
…
Yu Sheng left with four people, but came back with forty people. Men and women of all ages stood in a few rows, waiting for Qin Song to choose. The manager carefully accompanied them, saying that he didn't think it through and so on.
The staff of the hostage residence was supposed to be provided by Daqin, so Qin Song didn't refuse. He chose four women in their thirties or forties, who looked neat and tidy, and asked the manager to take the others back. The manager strongly advised him to keep a cook, a sewing nanny, two coachmen, and a servant.
Yu Sheng took them to settle down. Han Pu sighed and complained, "People pick young and beautiful people, but you … at least leave one for us to look at!"
When Qin Song was in Southern Chu, he also liked to use young and beautiful girls. But now, he had changed his mind. If a girl was born beautiful, even if she was a servant who sold her body, it was inevitable that she would be arrogant. In the past, he was happy to coax them. Even if the girls threw tantrums at him, he also felt that it was interesting … but now, he didn't have such thoughts.
He frowned and said, "Don't you think he's too attentive? I feel like I've overlooked something. "
Han Pu said, "How can it be? Qin Yue is so infatuated. It's strange that he's not attentive, right? "
"Ying …" Qin Song suddenly realized that he was really confused!
Back then, when he failed to assassinate Qin Yue and was captured, he felt that he was going to die. In order to protect Yi An, he told Qin Yue that only by pretending to be infatuated with Yi An and turning the matter into a small one could he confuse the Qi people. However, no matter how infatuated Qin Yue was with Yi An, he would not let go of the assassin who directly attacked him.
Now that he was here alive, it was obvious that he replaced Yi An's "infatuated" position …
Qin Song touched his forehead and said, "Tomorrow, take my token to Nan An Teahouse and tell them that I'm going to have tea in two days. Ask them to reserve a room by the window facing the south."
Han Pu blinked, "Huh?"
It's just a cup of tea. Why is it so troublesome?
Qin Song said lightly, "If I stay here, I'm like a sparrow with its wings tied. What's the use of practicing martial arts? I have to leave Daqin first. "
Han Pu said, "Leave Daqin? Isn't that easy? It's my profession … "
He suddenly remembered that this young man's ability to escape was not inferior to his. He suddenly said, "You want to leave openly? I think you should stop dreaming. How can Qin Yue let you go? "
Qin Song said, "Don't say it's impossible if you haven't tried."
He got up and went back to his room.
If his wrists were not chained to the bed, this treatment was not bad.
"Young master, you're awake?" A petite girl with a round face and big eyes came in with a bowl of medicine. She smiled and said, "The doctor also said that you'll wake up around this time, so I went to boil the medicine. By the way, young master can call me Little Peach. "
She put down the bowl of medicine and raised Qin Song's head a little higher. She said, "Young master had a fever last night. This is the medicine prescribed by the doctor. Come, let me feed you. "
It was now the cold of spring. Qin Song was tossed around in his thin clothes for so long and was even splashed with water. It would be strange if he didn't fall sick. He frowned and asked, "Where is this place?"
Little Peach said in surprise, "This is the palace. Young master, you don't know? Yes, young master was sick last night and was in a daze … "
She smiled sweetly and said, "Yesterday, the king personally arranged for you. Young master, please be sure to heal your injuries … I've been here for three or four years, but I've never seen the king so attentive to anyone!"
Qin Song did not comment and drank two mouthfuls from Little Peach's hand. He frowned. She fed him two mouthfuls with a small spoon, and she even had to wipe the corner of his mouth. How long was she going to feed him? He would rather be held by the neck and forced to drink medicine like this.
Just as he was about to ask for a different method, Little Peach saw his frown and her eyes turned red. She said in panic, "I, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I …"
Before she could finish speaking, a soft laugh came from outside the door. It was actually somewhat doting. "What? You've just woken up and you're already throwing a tantrum?"
Qin Song felt his hair stand on end.
Qin Yue, dressed in a black robe, pushed the door open and sat beside his bed. He said, "Do you want me to feed you personally?"
Qin Song pulled the iron chain on his wrist and said with a smile that was not a smile, "I prefer to drink it myself."
Qin Yue picked up the bowl of medicine and stirred it gently. He said lightly, "A person should be content with what they have, don't you think?"
Qin Song did not say anything. When Qin Yue reached out the spoon, he opened his mouth and took it. He wanted to see if he would be the first to get impatient from drinking, or if the other person would be the first to get impatient from feeding.
Qin Yue had never taken care of anyone in his life. After feeding him three or four times, he saw that the medicine in the bowl only dropped a little. He became a little irritated. However, when he saw that the youth was calm and unruffled, as if he had already expected him to be like this, he snorted coldly and continued.
The two of them didn't say a word and drank the bowl of medicine as if they were competing with each other. Qin Song was so bitter that there was no taste in his mouth. Qin Yue also felt that his hand that was pinching that tiny spoon was stiff.
Little Peach was the only one who stared blankly. The king treats my young master so well!
When he finally finished drinking, Qin Song let out a sigh of relief. However, when he turned around, he saw Qin Yue reaching out to wipe the corner of his mouth. He turned his head away in disgust.
"Are you still angry?" Qin Yue smiled good-naturedly and raised his chin. "It's dipped in the medicine."
Qin Song could not be counted on, and he was even more unwilling to trouble Qin Yue. He simply stuck out the tip of his tongue and gently licked it.
Sticking out one's tongue was not something that everyone looked good doing. Children sticking out their tongues was extremely cute. If it was a fat and wide tongue, it would only make people lose their appetite.
However, the tip of the youth's tongue was thin and small, and its color was pink and tender. When it deftly licked the tender and soft lips, it left behind a seductive luster … Qin Yue suddenly felt that his breathing was somewhat irregular.
Qin Song tilted his face and turned the thin gauze covering his wound to Qin Yue. If he didn't know his place, he would have kicked him. How could there be such a beast in the world who would be in heat at any time and place?!
Didn't they say that he had collected all kinds of beauties in the palace? Why did he look like he would be in heat at the sight of a sow?!
Qin Yue frowned and took the tea that Little Peach offered. He slowly drank it and said, "This humble one has asked a godly doctor to take a look at your injury. Although I dare not say that there will be no trace of it, there won't be a problem to treat most of it. However, the medicine is extremely numb and itchy. I was afraid that you would accidentally touch it, so I temporarily restricted your movements. When your injury is better, I will let you go. Don't think too much. "
How could Qin Song not hear the threat in Qin Yue's words?
The injury on his face couldn't protect him for the rest of his life. Even if it couldn't be cured, as long as he could appear in front of people alive and kicking, this matter would naturally be considered over. As for what would happen in the future, wasn't it still up to Qin Yue to decide? Not to mention anything else, if he were to put him in the palace and pretend to be pampered like this, who would believe that he was innocent? The scholars of the world would no longer see him as one of their own. In the future, no matter what Qin Yue did to him, no one would stand up for him.
Qin Song sneered and said, "Your Majesty is so busy every day, yet you still have to worry about the trivial injury of a foreign official. It's really hard on you."
You are the dignified ruler of the most powerful country in the world, yet you have to put on a gentle and leisurely act just to frame me, a follower of a country's hostage who has no weight to the world. You really have too much time on your hands.
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