Chapter 24, cast it into Li Bao Qiongyao, and the heart was interlocked in Shen's waist

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"Hey, I'm not so squeamish. Qi Han was a little uncomfortable stared at by him, and immediately pulled out his hand, leaving Zhao Yun's big palm to surround him, Dengjue ointment was cool and useful, he took out the jar beside him, and said mysteriously, "What do you guess this?"

Of course, Zhao Yun didn't miss the traces of smoke and fire on the jar, and he couldn't help but laugh dumbly when he saw Qi Han with a nose but didn't know it. But he didn't answer his words, just smiled: "It's really rare that such a small jar can burn your hands like this." ”

Qi Han frowned and glanced at him, opened it angrily, and there was a smell of pine resin mixed with the smell of wine.

"Hey, I've been working hard for most of the day, do you think this thing is easy to get? It's a new invention here!" Qi Han refused to admit that he was clumsy, and spread his palms, "Bring the painting from that day!"

Zhao Yun reluctantly took the sketch out of the cloth bag and handed it over. Although he knew that Qi Han had to do this for a reason, he couldn't help but tell worriedly: "Be careful, don't break it for me." He really didn't worry about the other party's frizzy hands and feet. He cherished this painting very much, and kept it in his bag for fear of breaking it.

As soon as these words came out, he really gained a slap in the eye.

Qi Han glared at him, didn't speak, just unfolded the painting with a big grin, and took the jar in his hand and pounded it up.

“…… What is this?" Zhao Yun was also young after all, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

Qi Han pounded it, and said proudly: "Master's homemade fixing liquid!"

Zhao Yun listened to a new word, and silently wrote down the name.

Qi Han saw that he was not ashamed to ask, his face was pale, and he reached out to rub his head like Zhao Yun usually, but he was easily avoided by the latter, and he couldn't help but look stupid, so he touched his nose: "I went to the forest that day and had an idea, and I collected some pine resin and came back to burn it in the past two days." Don't you see anything wrong with this painting?" he touched the black ash on the can with his fingers, and immediately wiped his nose again, now more like a flower cat.

Zhao Yun didn't care about laughing at him, nodded and said, "Every time I look at this painting, I am afraid that it will fall off and smear the flowers, or the charcoal color will fall off, and the pattern will disappear...... It turns out this, this fixing liquid," he said word by word, "is it possible to keep this painting for a long time?"

Every time he saw the painting fade and turn gray and mushy, he was very worried. I'm afraid that the painting will eventually be completely lost, and the portrait inside will disappear completely.

That feeling is very similar to the feeling that Qi Han gave him. It's unreal, as if it could disappear from him at any moment.

"That's right, my Ayun is smart!" Qi Han laughed widely, his cheeks glowed with a scarlet light, and he stepped up his hand movements, and it was quickly completed.

Zhao Yun watched his movements without blinking for a moment, the light in his eyes was faint, and he seemed to be very happy. Qi Han seems to call him Ah Yun unconsciously at some special times. He even liked the title and did not correct it.

"General Zilong, when you are completely dry, you can reprint this painting, and you can collect my clumsy work with peace of mind!" Qi Han finished finishing the drawing paper on the ground to dry, jumping up and laughing. The first time I made something by myself, although it is not worth mentioning, in ancient times, when everything was unfamiliar, it was very satisfying to look at my sketches and preserve them.

Zhao Yun squatted there looking at the painting, and a smile overflowed from the corner of his lips.

Hearing his hearty laughter, I thought to myself, it turned out that Qi Han was a guy who was so easily satisfied.

"You gave me a rare painting, but Yun couldn't repay it, so he could only give you this...... I hope that Qi Han won't think it's cheap. Zhao Yun handed over the things that had been placed on the desk before, and when Qi Han heard his solemn voice, he stopped laughing and looked at the things in front of him with wide eyes.

It turned out to be a delicate little crossbow.

He took it in surprise for a moment, quickly put the crossbow arm on his arm, then squinted his eyes, glanced at the mountain, and slashed the hanging knife towards the door. The extremely light and crisp sound of "da, da", although it was empty, it also had some strength.

Qi Han's fingers reached the hanging knife, feeling the cold touch coming from the copper bracket, and there was some warmth in his heart.

Such an elaborate little crossbow must have cost a lot of money. I'm afraid that Zhao Yun's old book has been pasted in! Qi Han was a little ashamed in his heart, his sketch was not worth much at all, but it made Zhao Yun treat it as a treasure and give it to Qiong Yao, which was a big deal.

Thinking of the deep friendship between the two, it should not be measured by money, so he immediately smiled casually: "Zilong, I really like this gift, I accept it!"

Zhao Yun listened, his face was slightly happy, and he walked over and tied the noose on his crossbow arm tightly, and pulled it upwards to adjust the position of Wangshan more accurately. Then he took out a small arrow from the quiver box, put it into the crossbow machine, held up Qi Han's arm, and asked him to aim at the laurel tree in the court: "You try it first." ”

Qi Han aimed at the tree and shot out.

Missed.

Zhao Yun thought for a while, and knew what his problem was, so he walked behind him, raised his hand to support his right arm, and wrapped his other hand around his waist to help stabilize it, and instructed: "The crossbow will be fired, like a wolf and a tiger." Raise your arm with an arrow, and enter the stone for three points. Thousands of opportunities are in an instant, and one blow must hit the enemy. What you need to practice is the balance of arm strength, the sharpness of the eyes, and the clarity of the mind. Although this is a small crossbow, it is carefully selected by me, it is very easy to learn, easy to carry and slightly limited in lethality, but it is better than the copper arrow is extremely sharp, and it can resist the enemy within fifty steps. ”

Qi Han was shocked when he heard this, and knew that Zhao Yun must have put a lot of thought into giving this gift. That night, Zhang Fei wanted to kill him, but he had no long thing in his long sword and almost died under the spear. It was Zhao Yuncai who found such a delicate crossbow within three or two days and asked him to wear it close to his body to protect himself......

This sincere heart, even in the previous life, no one gave it.

Qi Han was moved, but also felt a little ashamed.

Since he came here, he didn't seem to help Zhao Yun much, but he caused him some trouble and was taken care of.

Zhao Yun didn't notice Qi Han's distraction, and seeing that he was aiming in the wrong direction, he repeated the action just now, holding his arm from behind to adjust. At this time, it was noon, Zhao Yun was in good health, he was only wearing a plain white long coat under the thin armor, and the sleeves were so thin that they were almost transparent, and the two of them fought close to each other, and the muscles on his arms were close to Qi Han's arms.

A warm feeling came from behind him, Qi Han was slightly stunned, and his nose moved slightly. This posture was as if he was being held in his arms by Zhao Yun from behind, and he was surrounded by his familiar breath, the kind of clear and unadulterated grass and trees, and it was full of a masculine and majestic taste. Qi Han felt the heat in the back of his shoulders around him, coming from the thin layer of armor on Zhao Yun's body. The clean white sleeves of his shirt even pressed under his cheeks, tickling for no reason. The tip of his nose was occasionally touched by the sleeve, and even through the thin fabric, he could feel Zhao Yun's strong and powerful muscles, and even smell the smell of his body under the sleeve.

Qi Han was stunned, his face was hot, and he was a little uncomfortable.

He didn't think much about it, turned his head and grinned jokingly at the person behind him: "Zilong, have you eaten enough tofu?" He took a small crossbow by himself and aimed it at Wangshan.

Zhao Yun didn't understand the meaning of this for a while, but he was shocked by his teasing tone, and he reacted to what he was talking about, and couldn't help but stay there. The raised arm was still holding a posture of embrace, but the warmth under his hand was gone, which made him feel a sense of emptiness and loss for no reason.

Only then did he suddenly realize that there was something wrong with his actions. But I also rode with Qi Han before, but I didn't feel anything at all, but I was very embarrassed at this time.

Zhao Yun stared at the tips of Qi Han's slightly reddened ears, couldn't see his expression, the hand hanging by his side couldn't help but shake it, and was about to look away from his eyes, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Qi Han's crooked neck aiming - that white jade-like delicate and beautiful neck, slender and tender, so abruptly broke into the sight. Zhao Yun's breath was suddenly suffocated, and he lost his mind for a moment.

"Smack-"

The sound of an arrow entering an object woke up the person who was still in a daze.

"Zilong, it's hit!" Qi Han turned his head with a happy smile on his face, like a smile like the sun on the clouds, shaking people confused. He punched Zhao Yun on the shoulder, although his movements were light, they were indescribably neat and crisp. Zhao Yun looked at him with some trepidation, and the hand on his side couldn't help but clench tighter. My heart was empty, like a black hole, and I couldn't say anything for a while.

Qi Han is such a detached man, although he is incredibly beautiful, he is not what he should appreciate.

Zhao Yun lowered his eyes, as if he had thought of something clearly, smiled at him, raised his hand and rubbed his hair again: "Qi Han is really smart. If you practice more, this crossbow machine will definitely be useful. ”

After saying that, he didn't even look back and rushed out of the door. Qi Han, who was left behind to protest his actions, was stunned on the ground and looked confused.

He scratched his head, and couldn't think of a reason, so he didn't want to.

Walking to the court, he pulled out the copper arrow that was pierced on the trunk of the tree, and found that it was difficult to pull out half an inch deep, which shows that the power of this crossbow machine is really not small. Qi Han secretly cheered and thought, "In this way, no matter what Zhang Fei is, you won't be afraid!" Xing Chong rushed back to the room, filled in new arrows, and aimed outwards to practice.

He is extremely talented in sports, not to mention that the crossbow machine is already very easy to use, and with his own intelligence, he seems to be integrated with this little crossbow in a short time. An hour passed, and Qi Han was able to shoot the arrow without missing a shot, and shot the twig on the tree repeatedly. Qi Han was excited, rubbing the small crossbow on his arm, thinking of Zhao Yun's kindness, and feeling more and more nostalgic. There was a bit of vanity that I had never felt before, thinking that if Zhao Yun could turn around immediately at this moment, he would be able to see his amazing talent.

It's a pity to look back at the door, but only to see the loess post road, extending to the east and west, there is no one.