At night, it is cold and the sky is cold. Early spring is like a child's face, which changes as soon as you say it. The sun shines warmly during the day, and once the sun sets, the cold currents invade, the three layers of bedding make people shivering and trembling.

"This is a damn day." Yan Qing cursed. He was lying on the bed and tossing and turning. The weather was cold, the wounds hurt, and his mind was very restless.

I simply got up and lit the candlelight, paced back and forth in the room, expressing my lonely sorrow... I don't know how long I walked, but I finally heard the sound of "rustling...". It was the sound of wind blowing raindrops and hitting the blue tiles.

It's raining?

He hurriedly opened the window, and the sound of the rain was heard more clearly. The long night and the lonely rain, he forgot the cold for a while, and the people were stunned. On this rainy night, will the moon be in the sky? Gradually, the Lantern Festival is coming, can the people who care about you be safe? I am afraid that he is the only one wandering outside.

"But that's good. You can add a pair of chopsticks wherever you go. If others don't dislike you, you will feel disgusted by yourself." He laughed at himself, closed the window and closed everything - the wind, flowers, snow and moon, drizzle, the clouds and mists that cannot be seen through, the endless romantic things, the endless sorrow of parting, and the endless reunion and happiness!

Isn’t it just homesickness? What’s the big deal?

"Bang!" He punched the window string, which had been stumbled, and occasionally a few wood chips pierced into his fist, and three or two drops of blood fell...

"Do you always make things difficult for yourself like this?" A man's voice sounded softly from behind him, and after the sound he coughed twice "cough".

Yuwen Liuyue sat on the stool, holding a cup of hot tea, drinking quietly, and savoring slowly.

Yan Qing glanced at him for a day and asked, "Is your illness pretending?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't know," Yan Qing pulled out the wooden thorn from his fist, and he said again: "But I know that a person sneaked into my room silently without leaving any movement. He should be a top master with an introverted aura... A person with an introverted aura must have extraordinary internal strength, and a top master's martial arts will definitely be unique in the world."

Yuwen Liuyue suddenly laughed, and as she smiled, she couldn't help but cough violently... He really didn't seem to be pretending to be sick. He hurriedly drank the tea to moisten his throat. After holding it in for a while, he recovered a little calmer. Then he said, "It's just that you're too fascinated by thinking about things just now. Not only me, but you can't find it if someone else came into the house."

Yan Qing narrowed his eyes. He saw all Yuwen Liuyue's actions. He had been hesitant for a while, but now he shook his head resolutely: "I still don't believe it!" - Before he finished speaking, the wooden thorn in his hand became a needle, and he accumulated seven points of strength. With a "swoosh", he came out of his hand and killed Yuwen Liuyue's throat!

Yuwen Liuyue was shocked in his eyes. He raised the teacup with one hand, and his eyes were quick and he could see the momentum of the wood thorn - "Click!" With a crisp sound, the wood thorned into the cup and embedded it tightly on his head.

"Is this what you call hospitality?" Yuwen Liuyue's forehead was full of blue veins, obviously angry. He pinched the hollow cup in his hand hard - "Bang!" The tea cup broke into dust!

Yan Qing sneered: "You are not sincere first, how can you talk about treating guests?"

"Why am I not sincere? Just because you think I am pretending to be sick? - Even if I am pretending to be sick, what's going on with you? You are afraid that you have more insincere than me, right?" Yuwen Liuyue's face turned red with anger. He tried hard to keep his breath, his throat was dry, and he could only hold up the teapot and drink water in a mess.

Yan Qing frowned when he saw it. Yuwen Liuyue was right. What should I do if I pretended to be sick?...What should I do if I was so annoying?

He sighed softly and walked over and sat down, took a cup from the coffee table and handed it to Yuwen Liuyue and said, "I don't care whether you are pretending to be sick or not, but I understand that you are just like me, making things difficult for yourself."

Yuwen Liuyue drank most of the pot of tea before pressing the blood on her face back to her heart. He opened the quilt that Yan Qing handed it, and was still angry: "I make things difficult for myself, but it's different from you; you not only make things difficult for myself, but you also make things difficult for others."

“There are many people in ‘others’, which one are you referring to?”

"I mean myself, you're making things difficult for me."

Yan Qing shook her head: "I didn't make things difficult for you."

Yuwen Liuyue picked up the teapot and took a sip of tea, cleared her throat before complaining: "Then why did you tell me about the coming to the Northwest of the Immortal Palace?"

"Even if I don't tell you, you will know sooner or later, just in the order of time."

"But the order of morning and evening is often the most important, just like killing first and then making a report."

"Who to kill? Who will I report?"

"you do not know?"

"I know, but I still want to hear you tell me in person, so that I can feel at ease."

Yuwen Liuyue didn't say anything at all. He looked at Yan Qing's eyes and was looking for what he wanted. At this point, only sincerity remains to be tested, and masters often talk about words, but only eye contact!

After looking at it for a while, Yan Qing put down his gaze first. He smiled disdainfully, picked up the teacup he had handed it before, and in his hand, he said, "If you don't want to say it, today's conversation will end here, and I will see you off in person."

"If the conversation tonight ends here, I will feel much more regretful than you," Yuwen Liuyue said as she lifted the teapot and poured tea for him:

"First kill the Pili Hall, then the prison palace."

Yan Qing frowned, and as expected, the person in front of him came to destroy the Pili Hall!

Yuwen Liuyue said again: "Don't ask me why I want to destroy the Pili Hall for now, I won't say it either, but if you can patiently finish what I should say, you should guess it based on your intelligence."

"Then say, if you want to say it all night, I will talk with you all night!"

Yuwen Liuyue also took a teacup and poured a cup of hot tea himself. He said, "Then let's talk about Prisoner Palace first!"

"The Prison Palace...The Prison Palace! Why did you destroy the Pili Hall and still have to start the Prison Palace?"

"I won't start the Prison Palace, and there is no need. It's just that he chose to help Pili Hall, which made me embarrassed - because the Lord of Prison Palace Leng Wuqing is my good friend."

"Oh? He is your friend?" Leng Wuqing has few friends. His friend Yan Qing should know, but Yan Qing did not know the person in front of him.

So Yan Qing questioned: "You can be friends with Leng Wuqing - you should know that Wuqing is a weird person, conceited and autistic. He used to have a few friends, but since his wife died, it has become... bad, so bad that no one wants to be friends with him."

Yuwen Liuyue suddenly stopped raising her glass, her eyes were quiet and sad. He whispered: "The matter of Qingshi is very regrettable, and of course it is also a pity..."

Yan Qing opened her eyes wide: "Do you know Gu Qingsi? Have you also entered Banshan Academy?"

Yuwen Liuyue put down the teacup and smiled bitterly, nodded and said, "Yes, I have been in school for three months. In these three months, I have been holding back my illness and I have always been sick. This is a piece of paper that can't be kept in the heat, so I was discovered by my classmates in the end. They said I had tuberculosis and did not live and attend classes with me... But Leng Wuqing and Gu Qingsi were willing to be friends with me, so we became best friends."

"But things change, you can't resist the rumors and quit school."

"That's right, but the disease I got was not tuberculosis, it was just a cough that could not be cured and would not be contagious... It's a pity, a pity..." Two regrets and sighs, and it can't express the sorrow of eighteen years!

It is difficult for Yan Qing to believe that a person with weak body will have such strong internal strength... But despite his suspicion, he has to admire him. Even if he is pretending to be sick, he endured humiliation for more than ten years for one purpose, and there is no one who has ever come before!

"May I have your name?"

"Yuwen June."

"My name is Yan Qing."

Yuwen Liuyue was slightly moved: "Are you Leng Wuqing's friend?"

"Yes, I am the only friend he admitted in the academy. He and I are classmates. If you don't leave, we are classmates, and maybe we will become good friends."

Yuwen Liuyue raised his glass and drank the tea. He sighed and regretted: "If we had met earlier, you wouldn't have made things difficult for me like this."

"It's true that you left a regret. You stayed for three months and dropped out of school. I was late for some trivial matters for three months before going to school. Maybe it was God's will," he said, "It's God that made me embarrassed you, and this is no wonder I."

Yuwen Liuyue felt very bitter in her heart. He couldn't help but cough again. This time the sound was so loud that even if he covered his mouth, he couldn't stop the cough.

Yan Qing hurriedly stood up and walked behind him, and an internal force suddenly emerged from his dantian and passed into his body. After a cup of tea, Yuwen Liuyue's cough gradually disappeared, and Yan Qing couldn't help but breathe heavily, and the wound on his chest seemed to have cracked again.

"Sorry," Yuwen Liuyue apologized softly. He spread his palms and was covered with bright red blood! He smiled bitterly: "Did you see it? I'm just not using it..."

Yan Qing shook his head and sighed: "The Yuwen family is the largest chamber of commerce in the southern country. Can't the aristocratic family that is rich enough to rival a country to ask for help from the gods?"

"Where are there gods here?"

"There are magic doctors without gods!"

Yuwen June was calm and said: "The family has been looking for medical treatment for me for more than ten years, but this problem is just that it cannot be cured. When he was eighteen, the doctor said that I could not live to be twenty years old; when he was twenty, the doctor said that I could not live to be thirty years old, haha... these quack doctors!"

"Then how old do you think you can live?" Yan Qing asked.

"You can't live thirty."

"How old are you now?"

“Twenty-four.”

Yan Qing smiled with eyebrows and he actually laughed happily.

"why are you laughing?"

"I laughed at you for six years. If you don't cherish it, you will have to come to the northwest to interfere. Are you stupid?"

"Hahaha... I really look like a fool after you say this," Yuwen Liuyue also laughed loudly. After a while, he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, as if he had changed his face!

He said wildly: "A person lives with a face and a tree has a skin. Even if he wants to die, he has to fight for a breath, right? - Or fight for a breath. Only when he dies can he swallow it!"
Chapter completed!