Chapter 70, the cold night is lonely and gloomy, and the clouds are worshiped in the rain

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It was night, clouds covered the moon, and thunder was gusting. The raindrops in the sky were dense, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, and wisps of wet and cold wind drifted in from outside the window lattice.

The room was cold, Qi Han sat alone in front of the desk wrapped in a robe, and a bean lamp swayed with the air current, swaying the dim light and shadow all over the room. He subconsciously rubbed his cold hands, and looked at the small crossbow on the desk in a daze.

Although this thing has never done anything to the enemy, the crossbow body has been polished to a smooth surface, glowing with a faint cold light. It can be seen that the owner often strokes.

These days, when he returned from a business trip from Lu Bu in the evening, he was completely empty. The night was lonely, and I couldn't find anything to do, and I couldn't raise my spirits. It seems that I always feel that something is missing, my heart is empty, and I am unusually depressed and uncomfortable.

He knows who it is. But he didn't dare to touch it.

In the past few days, he and Zhao Yun rarely met and talked. For example, in the early morning of this day, he got up and stood on the bluestone steps under the eaves, and saw Zhao Yun washing by the water tank in the courtyard, he felt embarrassed, and it was not good to pretend not to see, so he had to call "Ah Yun", when the other party smiled and called him back, and wanted to come up to talk, he had already lowered his head and left in a hurry.

Originally, I wanted to force myself to forget about him.

If you don't see it, you don't read it. Maybe you'll forget about it gradually. Unexpectedly, he completely underestimated his feelings for Zhao Yun. I couldn't see him for many days, I couldn't stick to one place, and when I was talking, Qi Han's whole person was wrong. The feeling of longing spreading in my heart is getting stronger and stronger.

Every night, when everything is silent, he is the only one left in the room, a modern person who has wandered to ancient times, has no roots and no sends, and his heart is very empty. Immersed in a dream on the couch alone, everything he thought was Zhao Yun's figure.

Thinking of that night, Yan was jealous, and he kissed each other like a demon, and was shocked by the domineering and violent violence of that person, and because of the misunderstanding, he had many surprises and sadness. Every scene haunts my mind like a magic spell, lingering.

When he was out of his mind, Qi Han raised his hand to touch his lips. The traces of being injured by Zhao Yun had already healed, but there still seemed to be the person's breath remaining, which made his heart tremble for a while.

"It's so cold......"

He shrunk his neck, finally awakened by the cold.

He got up from the front of the desk and picked up the oil lamp and rested it at the head of the bed, shaking it open with a cold and heavy quilt, he took off his robe and was about to turn off the light and go to bed, when suddenly the cold wind moved, the wooden door sounded gently, and a black shadow flashed in with the breath of rain, and the oil lamp went out as soon as it was dimmed.

"Who's ......"

Qi Han was shocked in his heart, and was about to ask, when his mouth was hot, he snorted, and his mouth and nose were covered by a big hand. Immediately afterward, he was dragged into a warm embrace.

As soon as his body touched, Qi Han shivered slightly.

Despite the placket of his clothes, he was still shocked by the body temperature full of masculine heat, and immediately ironed his cold body. It was just a slight touch, but he sensed an aura of familiarity.

Sure enough, I heard the man lower his voice, leaned into his ear and said, "Akan, don't scream, it's me!"

It was indeed Zhao Yun.

As he spoke, the warm air sprayed into Qi Han's ears, and the hot and cold struck him, causing the skin on his neck to tremble.

Zhao Yun showed his identity, and let go of the hand covering Qi Han's mouth and nose. But his arms were still half-wrapped and half-hugged, locking Qi Han by his side. At this moment, the two were very close, and their body temperature melted together through the fabric. The room was pitch black, and suddenly it was quiet, except for the irregular heartbeats and breathing of the two people, which could be heard clearly. Outside the window, the rain has slowed down, fine as silk, and the water from the corner of the eaves, dripping on the bluestone steps, more and more exaggerated this strange quiet and ambiguous.

Being half-embraced and half-hugged by Zhao Yun, Qi Han's head fluttered, his cheeks were feverish, his heart jumped wildly, and he was a little at a loss. He swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and asked in a low voice, "It's so late, what are you doing here?" In his heart, he was secretly glad that Zhao Yun had turned off the lights when he entered the door, otherwise wouldn't it be embarrassing to see his red face at this moment?

Who knows, as soon as this thought flashed, he heard a beep, and the room suddenly lit up, and it was Zhao Yun who lit the oil lamp.

Qi Han: "......" hurriedly gathered his mind, was a few inches away from him without a trace, and sat back on the couch.

Zhao Yun didn't answer, his brows furrowed, "Why are you wearing so little?" said that, reflexively, he picked up the quilt and put it on him.

This man never knows how to take care of his body! Now that it is winter, he lives alone, and the doors and windows are not tightly ventilated, so he is only wearing a single coat! No wonder the palm of his hand touched his mouth and nose just now, and Qiongyu was as cold as a jade, and even the breath that spewed out was cold.

His body sank, wrapped around his shoulders and back by a quilt, Qi Han raised his head in surprise and met Zhao Yun's angry face.

The concern and reproach in his eyes were as obvious as before.

At that moment, Qi Han was in a trance, he almost thought that he and Zhao Yun were fortunately in the accommodation of Beixincheng and had never left.

The two looked at each other, and Zhao Yun couldn't help but feel distracted.

I haven't seen him for days, and God knows how much he misses this guy!

Recently, he has become more and more unable to control himself, longing for this person, longing, whenever and where, as long as he thinks about it, his chest burns, his whole body is wrong, and he desperately wants to vent a certain emotion in his body, as if he is about to get sick.

What's more, at this moment, the person he admires is looking at himself stupidly with those extraordinary and clear eyes, the water is shining, and the white cheeks are two pale reds, and I don't know if it is because he doesn't want to see himself, and he is excited, or he is frozen and sick.

Zhao Yun stared at this face that was in Zizi, his eyes moved to Qi Han's beautiful red lips, and he almost couldn't hold it, and wanted to press him into his arms and kiss him.

He clenched his palms tightly and exerted great willpower to suppress this strong ** and impulse.

Zhao Yun secretly exhaled, and a touch of guilt rose in his heart.

This kind of desire was too filthy, and in the face of Qi Han's stupid gaze, he didn't even dare to look directly into those elk-like eyes.

All kinds of thoughts, just a thought, Zhao Yun thought of his stiffness, so he didn't care whether Qi Han deliberately distanced himself because he was aware of his intentions, sat down next to him, stretched out his arms, and hugged people into the crook of his arms.

The eagle-like guardian of the chick is tightly wrapped.

It's exactly the same as when he helped Qi Han warm up in Youzhou.

"The hem of his shirt was still wet, and it must have been raining. Qi Han hung his head, staring at the wet stains on Zhao Yun's white robe, silently. Feeling the heat on my back, it was as if my heart was warmed.

Such a long-lost gesture of concern made the corners of his eyes red, and his eyes became hot.

Finally raised his head and smiled at Zhao Yun: "Ah Yun, I'm not a child anymore." ”

Even the words are the same as at the beginning, but the feeling in my heart has completely changed.

Zhao Yun was shaken by his shallow smile.

The red corners of his eyes added to the charm of the bewitching world, and he only felt that the person in front of him was more moving than the most beautiful hibiscus in autumn.

"Is there something very important to come over so late?" Qi Han tugged at the corners of the quilt and wrapped himself tighter.

Zhao Yun retracted his attention, nodded with a straight face, but his voice was inexplicably low: "I just saw the secret number of the Taiping Sect." ”

Qi Han jumped up like a needle prick: "Where is it! Take me to see it." ”

Zhao Yun frowned and glanced at him, picked out a thick one from the clothes stacked at the head of the couch, handed it to Qi Han to put on, and then spoke: "There is a place in the east corner of my room. The traces are very new, like they were painted only tonight. When I came to you just now, I found two more in the corner of the courtyard wall, and one more will be able to launch the full content. ”

Qi Han's face was excited: "Then let's go and find it now?"

"Good. But keep it quiet, so as not to alarm others. Zhao Yun's eyes lit up when he saw him, he couldn't help but smile, reached out to rub his hair, and was angrily thrown away by Qi Han.

Qi Han said: "I understand. Although Lu Bu is friendly with me, I haven't voted for him after all. This place is a guest house, and his eyes are everywhere. ”

When contacting, the time, people, places, and events are divided into several parts, and scattered in several places in the form of secret key codes, which can only be decrypted by extremely important people in the sect.

Qi Han felt that this era was very mysterious, and he also roughly studied some of the essence of the Taiping Technique given by Yu Ji, but when he got a glimpse of the door, he already felt that it was difficult and profound, and the hidden mysteries were endless. It's a pity that this thing is a book from heaven, so it is really not appropriate to think too much.

The wind and rain outside the door stopped, and the two of them carried the lamp and searched carefully in the courtyard, and finally found a small hole in a large acacia tree, which was crookedly carved with a few symbols.

Qi Han synthesized the three places that Zhao Yun said, searched for the secret number information in his mind, and stumbled: "Si Shi...... ......"

"At the beginning of the hour, Qiliutan, worship the lord. Floating clouds. Zhao Yun quickly translated the code.

Qi Han's eyes widened: "Floating Clouds, isn't that your person?"

Zhao Yun nodded: "But the code of 'worship the lord' is engraved in the crack of the wall outside your room, indicating that the other party also wants you to go." Tomorrow morning, I'll take you with me. ”

Qi Han muttered: "Didn't their style in the past be tied up with a sack, but now how can they be so mysterious and so tall that they can actually use a code......"

Zhao Yun shook his head and smiled: "I have always used a code." The last time I was away from the lodging for a long time, they sneaked in and drew a lot of codes, but I didn't get them, so my efforts were in vain. ”

Qi Han thought to himself: "So you caused me to be kidnapped and almost hung up!" Thinking of the unpleasant experience of almost dying, Deng squinted his eyes and glanced at Zhao Yun fiercely.

The look in his eyes was quite meaningful, as if to say, hehe, the butterfly you recruited was attracted by the bee, but let me take the blame.

Zhao Yun suddenly understood the meaning of his eyes, and couldn't help but pause, and opened his mouth to explain: "...... Akan ......"

Qi Han seemed to be impatient to listen to him, turned his head and walked to the room, and Zhao Yun raised his foot to follow.

The two searched for most of the day, but their clothes were wet from the rain. Zhao Yun didn't say a word, grabbed Qi Han and helped him dry his hair, pressed him on the bed and slept honestly, and pasted the gap in the window with cotton paper, and then went back to sleep.

It's just that these two people are in a mood up and down tonight, and they can't sleep, but it's another matter.

(The third volume of the Lanling guest banquet is drunk)

Volume III Soundtrack:

"Heaven and Earth Drunk" - Lin Qingxia, episode of the movie "Undefeated in the East".

The sky is full of flowers and rain, fluttering and lingering

I can't clean it up when I sprinkle it, and I can't help but be delicate

Forgive my eyes, I can't see the fate of a lifetime

The story can't go back and forth, but the tears are beautiful

Look at it and look at it, and you can't look back forever

The tortuous road is too hard, too difficult and too dangerous

A faint smile, inexhaustible softness

Just to have one time, it's justifiably drunk

—————Please look forward to it: Volume 4: The Broken Halberd Sinking Hook Iron is unsold ———— to be continued