If you open the window.

Outside the window is next to the flower tree, and under the flower tree is a Feng Ru Ruyuan with uncombed hair and smiling.

From the first glance when Ruyi saw Feng Rugu in front of the Qingzhu Palace, he looked so pale and thin. This paleness merged with him just right.

He always laughed, as if he saw through everything, and seemed to be indifferent.

These two contradictions are harmonious in Feng Rugu's body, and they are also in harmony.

Until now, Ruyi has not been able to understand such a difficult Feng Ruyuan.

If you think about it, you must have been infected with evil magic and poisoned, and you will feel guilty and regretful, so you care about him so much.

Otherwise, why did he warn himself thousands of times in his heart, but still couldn't take his eyes away after seeing Feng Rugu?

Feng Rugu saw that Ruyi was in a good complexion, pressed her elbows on the window frame, leaned over and handed a plate of tender and fresh longans into it, and asked, "Is there any inappropriate body?"

If you know that something is wrong at this time, you cannot speak to Feng Ruyuan and say simply: "It's much better."

Feng Rugu said "Yes": "This is pretty good."

Ruyi said: "Jun Yunzhong, please come in and talk."

Feng Rugu took the opportunity to tease him: "It's safe across the window. I've been suffering all night. If you bully me again, I can't stand it."

Ruyi coughed uncomfortably, her cheeks flushed, her palms folded, and she apologized for guilt: "Last night... it was the poor monk who was reckless and made a big mistake."

Feng Rugu said politely: "Yes, you made me feel so painful."

As one: "…"

He was silent for a moment, neither ashamed nor denied, but just lowered his head slightly and his ears were red, which made Feng Rugu feel that he was bullying the child.

Hai Jing, who had been listening for a long time, could hardly imagine what he heard. His face turned into an apple-colored look and slipped out of the chair silently, shouted "Yun Zhongjun", and then said "Little Monk". The next one was that he couldn't squeeze out a word.

He seemed to have done something wrong, and he left this place of right and wrong as if he had escaped.

Feng Rugu only saw Ruyi, but forgot that Haijing was still in the house. Seeing that he was talking nonsense, he made the younger generation look like a little rabbit. He knew that he was causing trouble, so he stuck out his tongue. I don’t know if he was embarrassed or was proud of this unintentional prank.

Ru saw gauze wrapped in his palm, and his eyebrows slightly condensed: "What's wrong with his hands?"

Feng Rugu thought he was talking about the bruises on his wrist and continued to speak sweetly: "It hurts to hold it."

Seeing Ruyi's eyebrows were still frowning, Feng Ruguo lowered his head and saw the masterpiece he had just made.

Feng Rugu shook his palm: "Ah. You didn't do this, so I won't ask you to collect debts."

Confirm that when he saw Feng Rugu, he didn't feel the wildfire that had been prairie in his heart. Ruyi walked closer with confidence and asked him through a window, "How did you do it?"

"I made a cut myself." Feng Rugu gestured, "The master will not worry about the wound as big as a fingernail."

Ruyi and Feng Rugu have been together for a long time and always understand the principle of "Feng Ruguru's words cannot be believed": "Who has given you the wound?"

"It's my senior brother." Feng Rugu protected his esophagus, "I think you dare to say bad things to him."

Ru looked at his injured hand on the side of the window and moved his fingertips, as if he wanted to lift it up and hold it, but he immediately suppressed his impulse and commented: "It's too tight."

"I'll tell my senior brother to go."

"The adoptive father doesn't know much about the method of trauma." Ru Yi said, "If the trauma is serious, you should find someone who is proficient in this art and deal with it as soon as possible."

This is not a lie.

Ruyi followed his adoptive father and knew that his sword had reached an extreme level, and no one could hurt him at all, so he didn't need to know how to heal him.

However, at that time, he was a beginner in his sword, and he could not help but knock and touch, break the skin and bleed. At that time, he had insufficient cultivation and was not healthy, so he could not take pills rashly, otherwise it would only backfire.

When he cut the tiger's mouth for the first time, blood flowed.

The adoptive father hugged him anxiously, searching for the most famous local doctor to treat him, and even spent a lot of money to buy a magical medicine that is said to be able to quickly heal the wounds of the sword. He compared the prescription and added medicine to the medicine jar. As a result, he brought a bowl of smoke-filled medicine and drank it, and then he felt a little relieved.

The adoptive father always spends some unnecessary money when he takes care of his children for the first time.

If you are afraid that your adoptive father will be worried, and you are helpless because of your adoptive father's extravagance, you will simply learn to get yourself hurt.

... Until Ruyi slowly grew to the point where no one could hurt him anymore.

Feng Rugu failed to understand Ruyi's meaning for a while, and flipped his palm indifferently: "It makes sense, I will go and search for Luo Jiu, Luo Jiu has always been careful..."

Ruyi gritted her teeth secretly: "He is still young."

Feng Ruguqi said: "What does this matter have to do with age?"

Ruyi: "He may not be proficient in medical skills."

Feng Rugu felt the trouble of unpacking it and said perfunctorily: "It's either a big injury or a accidentally cut. There is no need to make such a big deal."

Ru Yi looked cold and said, "What the foster father cherishes most is his palm. He once said that if a person who practices swords should reach the top of the sword, he does not rely on a good sword, but a pair of wonderful hands. The so-called ten fingers are connected to the heart because the hand is born from the heart, and the sword is just an external object... Yun Zhongjun and his foster father grew up together. Haven't he heard his foster father say it?"

When talking about the four words "growing up together", Ru Yi's heart felt slightly sore.

Feng Rugu looked up at the sky.

...Is that true? Did he ever cherish his palms like this?

It seems to be true.

Feng Rugu, ten years ago, liked to apply some cream that women had used on his palms. He would soak his hands with a sprinkle of flower juice before going to bed. Even if he was peeling fruits, he would rather send others to peel them. It was not because he was lazy, but because he was afraid of adding injuries to his hands and reducing the accuracy of even a slight sword.

Besides, there are injuries on your hands and it is not good to play the guzheng.

Now, Feng Rugu looked back on all the past, but he didn't have any special feeling. He just felt that he was very funny when he was poor and particular, and it was a pity that he had put in vain to maintain his hands.

Ten years ago, I walked out of the "relics of world" with a deadly wound. I could no longer carry a sword or practice, so I didn't care how many more scars I had on my body.

After all, if a broken house falls a few tiles, you won’t feel sorry for anything anymore.

He is more concerned about what Ru Yi is thinking at the moment.

He looked at the way his hands were wrapped too tightly, and the base of his thumb was slightly red. He moved his fingertips, then looked at Ruyi's tense face, and had some conspiracy in his heart.

"Senior brother, no, no, no, no, no..." Feng Rugu's body lying on the window approached Ruyi, and said with a smile, "Who does the master think is the most suitable?"

Ruyi was caught off guard and forced to appear in a mess, and dodged back: "Yun Zhongjun has to decide this himself."

So Feng Rugu stroked his hands: "I'll go looking for Fuchun."

After saying that, he was about to turn around.

Ruyiyi thought of the hand he held in his palm last night, but now he was about to hand it to someone else's hand. He was in a hurry and actually grabbed Feng Rugu's other hand.

...The situation was stalemate.

In order not to make the current situation even more awkward, it is like a disguise: "I am aware of the art of Qihuang."

Feng Rugu didn't answer: "Yes."

"…I also have some experience in trauma bandage."

"so what?"

Ruyi was almost embarrassed and angry, so she turned her face and stared at Feng Rugu: "Do you need my monk's help?"

Feng Rugu blinked his eyes and smiled as if a spring breeze passed by the corner of his mouth: "That Feng Er is begging Master."

In the end, Feng Rugu entered Ruyi's room.

Although he had known that Feng Rugu might not have expressed his actual injuries, Ruyi was still shocked when he saw the wound of white bones vaguely visible to his palm.

He raised his head and said in disbelief: "Is this the little hole that Yun Zhongjun said?"

Feng Rugu said alertly: "Master, don't be angry. If you bully me in this injury, I will shout."

If one heart is tightened into a ball without warning, he feels so uncomfortable that he doesn't know what to do: "Nothing."

Feng Rugu said: "If you make a fool of yourself, you will be worried and bandaged for me, and I will be happy."

If someone else makes Feng Rugu's attitude and accent, he will definitely be criticized for being artificial, but he can make this demeanor charming, making people feel soft-hearted.

Ruyi had a cold face: "It's Yun Zhongjun who asked me to bandage you."

Feng Rugu was indeed happy and said to him: "Yes, the master is in the world, I am the one in the world, and it is also necessary for the master to have me in his heart. Then Feng Er received this honor."

Ruyi knew that Feng Rugu's tongue was tricky and weird, and let him continue to say this, he didn't know how many embarrassing words he had to say, so he simply stopped talking.

The two sat face to face, and gently spread the wounds along the palm of his hand with medicinal wine.

Feng Rugu, who usually likes to act coquettishly the most, seemed to have the wound not growing on him. He only looked here and there, and even his expression did not change much.

On the contrary, the injury seemed to be slashing straight into the heart, and when it was slightly involved, it would cause a dull pain.

Ruyi seemed to be giving medicine to her own heart, not daring to be light or serious. Therefore, he was persistent in Feng Ruyuan's hands and suffered a lot, but he refused to let it go.

A quarter of an hour later, Guan Wuzhi knocked on the door outside and said he wanted to discuss chess with Yun Zhongjun.

Feng Rugu knew that he still remembered that his brother's chess skills were taught by his unweaned nephew, probably to win a game back from him.

He laughed and swung out with his newly bandaged hands.

Before leaving, he pointed to the longan on the small table by the window: "I tried one, it was quite sweet. I ate it all, don't waste it."

Feng Rugu left, Ruyizhong sat down at the table again, and looked at the plate of longans brought by Feng Rugu in the room in the fragrance of medicine.

Ruyi doesn't like to eat longan.
To be continued...