Royal Road

Yi Yan stayed in the barracks all day. It took a lot of effort to train the recruits, repair the barracks, and let the villagers learn the basic commands. Physical exhaustion is second, and more importantly, the mental pressure brought by the first leadership. This is the lord's family background, and should not be taken lightly.

So when he returned to the main courtyard, it was getting late. As soon as I entered the door, I saw the green bamboo leaning against the window, quietly mending something with a needle and thread, while the lord was lying on the bed in the middle, lying on his side, his face covered by the gauze tent.

Yi Yan walked to Lu Zhu's side: "How long has the lord slept?"

"It's an hour." Lu Zhu looked at the clepsydra and said to Yi Yan, "You stay here for a while, I'll bring the medicine."

Yi Yan nodded and sat down by the door. I didn't sleep well last night, and after working hard for another day today, even he felt a little tired. But these are nothing, as long as the lord needs it, no matter how hard it is, he can resist it. He couldn't help but looked in the direction of the bed. Unexpectedly, this look suddenly changed his expression and got up and rushed inside.

In his sleep, Liang Feng felt that there was rain dripping, soaking and dripping on his body, making him cold all over and his breathing suffocated. Soon, the coldness turned into a more difficult itching, like an ant crawling on the body, digging into the bone marrow, making him want to yell loudly and scratch his chest. An evil fire rushed into his heart, he gritted his teeth and creaked, and exhausted all his strength, trying to wake up from his dream. However, something was blinded on his eyelids, as if he had been stunned, and he was caught in an endless struggle.

"Master!"

A low whistle blew in his ears, and Liang Feng suddenly opened his eyes. He was lying on the bed, very close to him, with a pair of pale blue eyes looking at him anxiously. Because he was too close, he could almost see his pale and haggard face in the light-colored pupils.

After breathing hard, he squeezed out two words: "Yi Yan?"

"It's me, lord!" Yi Yan knelt by the bed and said anxiously, "Are you hysterical? You should include some locust leaves to drive away evil spirits!"

Liang Feng felt bored in his chest and waved his hand: "Where is the green bamboo?"

"She went to the kitchen to get the medicine."

After hearing this, Liang Feng discovered that the sky was already dark outside, and it was estimated to be six or seven o'clock. I actually fell asleep, no wonder I have nightmares. Sit up from the bed with strong support, he collapsed against the head of the bed, and pursed his lips: "Get some water."

Yi Yan stood up suddenly, ran to the side to pour a glass of water, and ran back. At this time, Liang Feng didn't even have the strength to raise his hand, so he could only lean slightly, taking a sip from the cup when he thought about it. Upon seeing this, Yi Yan hurriedly moved the tea cup over, carefully controlled the angle of the cup, and fed Liang Feng a drink.

The warm water slipped into the mouth, and the dry itching in the throat finally subsided, but the anxiety in my heart did not diminish in the slightest. After only a few sips, Liang Feng turned his face and asked, "What did you guys do today?"

Yi Yan subconsciously glanced at the other party's still chapped lips, but soon he recovered and replied: "Take them to clean the barracks in the afternoon and drill the queue."

The house used as a barracks was only cleaned up yesterday, just enough to guard the door of the main house, and to look at the manor behind. It's just that those houses have been in disrepair for a long time, and they are better than thatched houses. It is estimated that it will take some time to live in.

"You must live in as soon as possible to let them feel relieved!" The most important thing in the exercise is to draw the military area, and the recruits move in uniformly. A fighting atmosphere needs to be created. If you mix with farmers every day, you can only be a farmer.

Liang Feng suppressed the impatience in his heart, and continued to ask: "How is the team's training?"

"It's not the same. Many people can't tell the left and right, and the steps are not neat." Seeing Liang Feng's frowning brows, Yi Yan added, "But there are a few clever ones, such as Niu Wu and Sun Jiao. , The reaction is quick and not stupid. It's just that there is something less than the Jie people."

"I haven't seen blood, I have less determination." Of course Liang Feng knew what Yi Yan was talking about. Although these Zhuang Han can be regarded as courageous and have some brains, after all, they are different from the Jie people who have fought mountain bandits and lack blood. "It will be better if you turn around and start practicing the gun formation..."

Halfway through, Liang Feng suddenly lowered his head and coughed. Yi Yan put down the tea cup nervously, stretched out his hand hesitantly, put it down again, and clenched his fists: "Master, are you unwell? You've been sweating..."

Hearing this, Liang Feng felt a wet forehead. The feeling of boredom did not go away, but intensified, like a sharp knife, scraping through the stomach and piercing the heart and lungs. When that maddening numbness rushed up again, Liang Feng suddenly woke up, hell, this is a withdrawal reaction!

Previously, the original owner took Wushisan once every ten days. It may be that he missed the date of taking the medicine, and because he had taken the supplemented powder before, the addiction symptoms would be severely bounced back. The doctor Jiang said that there might be signs of a red stone activation, but who would have expected it to be so violent!

What kind of drug is this mixed with? Liang Feng suddenly grabbed the plain white shirt on his body and trembled violently. The pain was endless, and gradually he felt like ten thousand arrows pierced his heart. The scorching in his chest and abdomen was burning, his throat was burning hot, his eyes were red, and his reason was crushed. It's like something is calling him, making him bow to his knees and surrender to him!

With a snap, the cracking sound of the porcelain rang, followed by Green Bamboo's panic yelling: "Lang Jun! Lang Jun! What's wrong with you?"

The appearance of drug addiction is not good. Liang Feng exhausted all his strength and squeezed a word from his throat: "Go...get some...warm water..."

Seeing that the owner was sweating profusely, Luzhu was stupid for a moment, stumbled and rushed out of the door. After dismissing the little maid, Liang Feng couldn't control it anymore and hummed muffledly. The sharp pain was like a bone-scraping steel knife, devastating his already weak body, his limbs began to twitch, his teeth kept rattling, and even his facial features became distorted.

This is not the most terrible thing. Under the influence of the severe pain, a wave of fury surged into his heart, making him want to tear something and destroy something! The sound of brocade cracking echoed in the room, Liang Feng scratched the shirt on his chest, and several long bloodstains suddenly appeared, but the evil fire did not abate. He struggled to tear something more, but his hands were firmly held by the other hands.

"Lord, let go!" Yi Yan called out. In front of him, the precious and soft white finger that could only hold the brush was stained with blood, and the thin chest that could almost count the ribs, there was blood dripping out. It was like a slash in his heart, Yi Yan desperately held his hand, trying to stop Liang Feng from harming himself.

"Get away!" Even the venting hole was blocked, and Liang Feng roared hoarsely. He kicked his legs violently, trying to kick the guy who got in the way away. However, Yi Yan didn't give him a chance to escape, and surrounded him as a whole, suppressing the crazy struggle with his body.

The hot body temperature, as well as the breath of sweat mixed with dust, rushed into the nasal cavity, dispelling the long-lasting fragrant incense. It's like adding a handful of dry wood to a raging fire, and countless messy pictures flashed in Liang Feng's mind, fighting with the gangsters, life hanging by a thread, grenade, explosion... He opened his mouth suddenly and bit Up.

Yi Yan's reaction was fast enough that he could completely avoid the opponent's sharp teeth if he wanted to. But he didn't dodge, but slightly avoided the vital point of his neck, and sent his shoulder up. He couldn't avoid it. He had seen people who were maddened by goats. If they didn't bite anything in their mouths at this time, those who were sick would probably bite their tongues, or even cough up blood and die. He can't just watch the lord get hurt!

The pain came immediately, the bite was deep enough, and cruel enough, blood oozing from the shoulder. Yi Yan didn't even frown, but instead wrapped Liang Feng's body more carefully. The smell of blood rushed into his mouth, and for a moment, Liang Feng seemed to regain consciousness, and said intermittently: "Tie me...tie...seize..."

"No! Lord, I can go to the imperial doctor on horseback!"

"Too far... useless..." Liang Feng said strugglingly.

"Lang Jun, Lang Jun, the water is coming..." Green Bamboo stumbled in and ran in. It may be that the action was too great, and the water in the basin was splashing everywhere. However, as soon as she entered the room, she saw such a **** look, she was almost frightened, and fortunately she didn't let go of the copper basin in her hand.

"What are you doing in a daze?!" Yi Yan scolded without twisting his head.

This sound made Luzhu wake up, put the water on the side of the couch, dampened the veil, and carefully wiped Liang Feng up. The two were entangled too tightly, she could only reach Liang Feng's forehead, and saw that the handsome face turned blue and the corner of her mouth was still stained with blood, Luzhu's tears came down, and she choked and said, "This is Danshi. Is it going to happen? Oh, the maidservant should go get some cold food powder, as long as it is taken, it will be better..."

Yi Yan shouted: "The imperial doctor said before that you can't take it anymore!"

"But this attack... oooo, how can Lang Jun can bear it..." Lu Zhu cried and wiped Liang Feng's sweat. The other party suddenly twitched, and there was a **** ho sound in her throat, so she almost didn't put her hand in fright. The veil fell off.

"The lord's illness is because of the looseness of the service, absolutely can't take it again!" At this moment, Yi Yan's thinking was unusually clear. Drinking poison may be able to cure a temporary illness, but it will eventually ruin the body, so Hanshisan must not be taken again!

Lu Zhu's head was no longer useful, but he didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, so carefully wiped the sweat beads on Liang Feng's head. The seizures were bursts, and when it was severe, Liang Feng would twitch all over, trying to break away from Yi Yan's embrace. When it is milder, he will loosen his teeth with great effort, say something indiscriminately, and let the two little guys go away. However, neither Yiyan nor Luzhu had any intention to leave.

After tossing like this for about a quarter of an hour, the crippling tremor finally stopped, and Liang Feng tilted his head and fainted.

"Langjun!" Lu Zhu's breath stopped for a while.

Yi Yan cautiously touched Liang Feng's neck and found that he still had a pulse. He immediately let out a sigh of relief, gently put the person back on the bed, and said in a low voice, "I have passed out."

Lu Zhu was relieved now, tears welled up again: "The Danshi attack is like this, the doctor Jiang should also leave some medicine..."

Yi Yanli ignored her, gently uncovered Liang Feng's torn skirt, and touched the **** red mark on the thin chest: "Is there any medicine for wounds?"

"Yes!" Lu Zhu suddenly got up and ran to fetch a vial. Before opening it, Yi Yan snatched it.

Applying the powder on the wound lightly, Yi Yan stretched out his hand and touched the other party's sweaty shirt: "Go get a clean dress and bedding."

Lu Zhu realized that Liang Feng's shirt was soaked, and hurried to fetch the clothing and bedding. Yi Yan took a deep breath, stretched out his hand slowly, and removed the wet clothes from the opponent. That body was thinner and slender than he had imagined, and it seemed that everything was soft and deadly. On the side of the waist and abdomen, there are two less obvious bruises. They were pressed out by himself. Did he use such a lot of strength just now? Yi Yan's heart was pounding, as if he was beating a drum, and in annoyance, there were some unclear, unclear things, like that body, with his own marks...

"Help the leader, I'll change Lang Jun's dry clothes!" Lu Zhu came back quickly, and skillfully instructed Yi Yan to lift up Liang Feng, who had passed out, and put on clean and soft new clothes.

The turbulence in the heart just now was quickly overwhelmed by anger, as if his own things were tainted by others. Yi Yan gritted his teeth and pressed down on these weird ideas, and in accordance with Lu Zhu's order, he cleaned up Liang Feng's clothes again. Seeing that his white body was covered by the same plain white fabric, Yi Yan only sighed softly and asked, "Did the lord drank the medicine tonight?"

"I...I spilled it." Lu Zhu remembered the medicine bowl that he had accidentally dropped, and quickly got up, "I'll let the kitchen fry another bowl, you...you, watch Lang Jun carefully!"

Looking at the blood-stained shoulder, Lu Zhu somehow felt that this ugly Jie Ren boy was not as an eyesore as before. With such a low voice, she hurriedly walked out.

Finally no one else in the room. Yi Yan touched the bite mark on his shoulder with his backhand. Although it looked embarrassing, the injury was not very serious, and the blood almost stopped. The wound was pumping, and I couldn't tell whether it was painful or numb. After hesitating, Yi Yan put down his hands and secretly touched Liang Feng's tight lips. That mouth just bit itself, and now it is like a delicate flower, soft, slippery, and tight. Accidentally, the blood that hadn't been wiped off the finger was stained on the slightly pale lips, as if it was printed with a faint blush.

Yi Yanteng flushed his face, quickly retracted his hand, and pressed his five fingers to his knee, as if to wipe off the weird touch. He had never been so flustered before, but the man just lay on the bed so quietly, pale and fragile, that made people want to take care of him.

I have to protect him.

There were all kinds of emotions rolling in his mind, only this one was deeply burned in Yi Yan's mind.