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When he heard Han Pu talk about his family,
These words inexplicably appeared in his mind.
Just like the sentence, "Born in sorrow, die in peace."
But he clearly didn't even know what kind of poem this was, and he didn't understand.
What did the "Han" in Qin Han refer to?
Was he possessed by some kind of wandering ghost? Thinking of the familiar power that surged out of nowhere that day, he would rather believe that he was the wandering ghost than be possessed by a wandering ghost.
However, the memories and emotions from when he was young were so clear and deep.
…
When Han Pu finished tidying up and came out, Qin Song was no longer in the room.
Han Pu was very familiar with the hostage residence, so he 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 guqin, singing, and dancing.
But he wasn't good at the sword.
The sword in his hand was nothing more than a dancing prop.
Qin Song was dancing with a sword. Although it was flashy, it was extremely good to see.
Under the bright moonlight, the young man in white seemed to be glowing all over. His wide sleeves fluttered like clouds.
Her flexible and flexible waist.
His black hair fluttered in the wind.
The long sword overflowed with cold light … Han Pu couldn't describe it.
But he only felt that every movement of the young man exuded a fatal attraction, attracting his eyes and making his heart beat wildly. He didn't dare to speak, didn't dare to breathe …
The young man's movements were originally slow and light, but towards the end, they gradually became intense. He moved and flipped on the ground, the sword danced and stabbed in the air, each strike faster than the previous one, each strike heavier than the previous one … Han Pu's ears seemed to hear the sound of war drums, and his eyes seemed to see the furious thunder. He only felt frightened and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Finally, the thunder stopped and the drums stopped, and the wind calmed down.
Qin Song sheathed his sword and saw Han Pu's stupid look with his eyes and mouth wide open. He frowned and said, "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. Besides, he didn't think he needed such a thing.
Han Pu advised, "Your sword dance was indeed beautiful, but swords are used to kill people. What's the use of just being beautiful?"
Qin Song said, "If I can create the world's most beautiful sword dance, then naturally I can 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 over and over again. He closed his eyes, as if he was repeating the same simple and boring action, but Han Pu, who was proficient in swordsmanship, was frightened. Qin Song's every action was different, and he seemed to be constantly making subtle adjustments to make this strike faster, more accurate, more ruthless, and more invulnerable! All of 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 really were geniuses who were born to use swords?
Qin Song closed his eyes and gestured, then said, "If you have nothing to do, go and find me a sword."
Han Pu didn't want to leave, so he said resentfully, "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 bent over and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale, and his body was somewhat unsteady.
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 unhappily, "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 thinking, 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 glued it back 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 have been injured like this. Since you can't let it go, I'll kill him for you!"
He turned around and walked away.
Qin Song shouted, "Han Pu!"
Qin Yue had just recovered from his 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 there are a few things I want to make clear 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 do it in 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 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.
After sitting for a while, Qin Song regained his strength and was about to drive Han Pu away so that he could continue practicing his swordsmanship. Suddenly, he heard someone's voice. He turned his head and saw several lanterns swaying on the other side of the woods, which seemed to be heading towards 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 suggested that he keep a cook, a sewing nanny, two coachmen, and a servant.
Yu Sheng took the people 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 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 when you haven't tried."
He got up and went back to his room.
Fang Tuo, you finally killed him …
He let out an ambiguous laugh. The burning hot knife in his throat was too strong, causing him to choke and cough. He coughed until tears came down.
How can the feeling of loving someone be so painful? How can it be so painful …
"I just want you to live on, I just want you to live on …" Fang Tuo's voice was low and muffled, as if he was sobbing. "Even if you don't love me, even if you can't see me, even if you hate me … As long as you're alive, as long as I'm alive in this world, as long as you exist, I will be satisfied … Why is it so hard … Lin Nuo, Lin Nuo …"
He coughed violently. Blood mixed with the strong wine and tears came out of the corners of his eyes.
The child called Dog could hug his leg and beg, "Don't die, I'm scared …"
The woman called Hu 'er's mother could hug her lover and say, "Even if it's for me, I beg you, don't die …"
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