A throbbing pain in his neck made Qing Yong finally notice the jet-black head buried in his left collarbone, and the angry Qing Yong clenched his fist and smashed it towards that head. "Aomine!"

As if he could predict the future, Aomine still buried his head in Qingyong's collarbone and bit hard, but his left hand grabbed Qingyong's wrist accurately.

"Bastard!" Feeling humiliated, Qing Yong decisively escaped sideways from under Aomine's body, and his right leg bent his knee and attacked Aomine's waist.

Letting go of Qing Yong's right hand, Qing Feng slapped the bed board with one hand, and the whole person rose up, easily dodging Qing Yong's movements, turning over and jumping off the bed, his toes swirled lightly on the ground, and he turned around gorgeously and dodged another heavy blow from Qing Yong's succession.

Qing Yong's attacks were dodged by Qing Feng one after another, and the grievance in his heart made it more difficult for him to control himself to carry ten percent of his internal force into his palm, and quickly slapped towards Qing Feng's chest.

Qingfeng easily grabbed the palm of Qingyong's hand with internal force, and his feet moved a few steps in the blink of an eye, flashing behind Qingyong.

The palm that was slapped was suppressed by Aomine, and Qingyong quickly withdrew the internal force and concentrated the internal force in the other palm, hitting Aomine behind him, and kicking his calf backwards, ready to give Aomine a double blow.

Qingfeng didn't take Qingyong's attack in his eyes, and controlled Qingyong's backward hand in his palm, and with a hook of his leg, Qingyong's calf was fixed so that it was difficult to move.

"!" Qingyong cursed, he had never regretted that he had never been so good at learning.

Due to the force of the tossing, the bandage on Qingyong's abdomen was penetrated by blood, and the bright red blood kept dripping to the ground.

Aomine's long legs are also one of the ranges where the blood drips, and several drops of blood drip on Aomine's trousers, soaking through the trousers, making Aomine feel the wetness and coldness on his legs, plus the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, Aomine's heart is not good. "Oops. ”

Taking advantage of Qingyong's slackness, Qingfeng let go of one of the hands that grabbed Qingyong and clicked Qingyong's acupoint again without hesitation, but this time it was not the acupoint that made Qingyong unable to move. It's a sleeping hole.

Because with Qing Yong's reason now, he would like to break his Qingfeng into pieces, and it is difficult to obediently return to the bed to lie down, so it is the most important thing to directly click on Qing Yong's sleeping hole and carry Qing Yong to bed to recuperate.

Unconscious, Aoi fell backwards into Aomine's arms.

Qingfeng caught Qingyong's soft body, picked it up horizontally, and then walked quickly to the bed and put Qingyong on it. Then he ordered the acupoints on Qingyong's waist and abdomen to stop the bleeding for Qingyong.

"......" Qingfeng frowned and looked at Qingyong's pale and delicate baby face.

He didn't know what he was doing to do such a ridiculous thing.

When he looked at Qing Yong in his arms in the gazebo today, he felt that Qing Yong looked very good.

And Qing Yong walked out of the pavilion alone and didn't want him to help, he was a little angry and clicked on Qing Yong's acupoint and took Qing Yong to the almost uninhabited West Courtyard Wing, and he was basically glared at by Qing Yong all the way.

When placing Qingyong smoothly on the bed. He met Qing Yong's thunderous gaze, but after a short time of looking at each other, Qing Yong's behavior of closing his eyes made him a little unhappy, besides, there was a sentence that kept shouting in his heart at that time, 'Kiss him, kiss him, kiss her'.

So he untied Qingyong's acupoint and pressed Qingyong to kiss strongly.

But just now, Qing Yong's reaction was so strong, was he disgusted with him?

Although he has known Qingyong for seven years. Ordinary friendship is to occasionally say a polite word, but he Qingfeng is the kind of person who dares to love and hate, and will get what he wants instantly.

…… If Qingyong really doesn't mean that, what should I do?

"Alas. Qingfeng sighed, originally he thought that he could get Qingyong with the victory in his hand, so he said those words domineeringly in the ear of Qingyong, who had fainted.

Now, it seems that Qingyong can't give him a good face anymore, does he want to pretend that he hasn't said that sentence?

"It seems that the wound is fine. Sure that Qing Yong was fine, Qing Feng stood up, sat down in front of the small bookcase on the side, and picked up a book on the bookcase to read carefully.

At the moment of turning the page, Aomine subconsciously threw the book out of his hand.

Obedient...... Why is this filthy book here?

The west courtyard wing has been uninhabited for many years. Why are there books like this?

Anyway~ This book was read in this room a few years ago when Qingmang was busy, and then he forgot about it because he was in too much hurry, and this book was left in this place.

Even now, Qingmang often sighs, 'Why did you lose a classic book?' or 'Where did you lose it?' or 'It's a shame that that book was lost.'

The book that was thrown out by Aomine lay alone in the corner of the room under the dining table covered with a large round tablecloth and stayed for fourteen years, and finally someone found it one day. (Of course, this is all for later)

……

Two hours later, at two o'clock in the morning

Ji Liuli, who was on the bed, opened her eyes. After jumping out of bed, he groped his way to the table, lit an oil lamp with the fire on the table, carried the oil lamp to the wardrobe, and turned out a coarse linen change of clothes, and then walked to the bookshelf behind the bookcase, and turned the scroll.

After the bookshelf was slowly removed, Ji Liuli reached out and pressed the mechanism that opened the wall, and walked straight in.

This time, with the company of the oil lamp, Ji Liuli no longer has fear. Instead, he walked forward in the dark passage with a heart of exploration.

In less than half a stick of incense, Ji Liuli walked to a stone door, stepped on the obvious bulge on the ground, and stepped into the hot spring room after the stone door opened.

The warm hot and humid steam came to his face, and the corners of Ji Liuli's mouth couldn't help but raise a halo of joy, and he was happy when he thought of bathing again next.

Placing the oil lamp on the edge of the stone gate, Ji Liuli walked straight to the hot spring pool with clean clothes in her arms, and placed the clothes on a flat stone pier next to the hot spring pool.

Ji Liuli quickly took off her clothes and stepped on the steps in the hot spring pool under the wall of the hot spring pool, and her body was gradually surrounded by the warm hot spring pool water, Ji Liuli sighed with satisfaction. "It's so comfortable, I really love the spa. ”

Going against the waves in the hot spring pool, Ji Liuli came to the hot spring pool wall without steps and slowly sat down and leaned against the stone wall, the warm pool water made Ji Liuli, who had been sleepy recently because of pregnancy and had not slept in the middle of the night, sleepy.

(To be continued.) )