Zhuang Fei and Zhuang Qinghong spent the New Year together.

This New Year is a new experience for both of them - when he was in the Prime Minister's Mansion, Zhuang Fei served Zhuang Qinghong for nearly a year, but he did not cross the New Year; Zhuang Fei used to live a tight life, how can it be like now, he only needs to serve Zhuang Qinghong alone, and he doesn't lack anything.

Zhuang Fei also clearly felt the change in Zhuang Qinghong's attitude towards him, although he did not fully trust him, he would use him.

The most intuitive thing is that Zhuang Qinghong will never talk about Zhuang Fei about him, whether it is before the banker fell, or now he collects evidence, or hopes for the future...... Not once. can be served closely, but Zhuang Qinghong does not shy away from it.

Life is so ordinary, Zhuang Fei is quite satisfied, he feels that after a year like this, Zhuang Qinghong will definitely pay more attention to him, and if he dies for him at that time, he should be able to leave some marks in his heart......

Zhuang Fei cleaned up the bed for Zhuang Qinghong, opened the curtain and walked out, the smile on his face didn't have time to retract, and suddenly turned into pain, "God! Son! How are you—"

Zhuang Qinghong endured the severe pain and entered the house, covered Zhuang Fei's mouth, handed over all the weight of his body to Zhuang Fei, and whispered in Zhuang Fei's ear, "Zhuang Fei, don't call it yet." Listen to me and say nothing...... Don't ask anything...... I'm fine, help me to bed. ”

Zhuang Fei nodded hurriedly, carefully helped Zhuang Qinghong to the inner room, placed him on the bed, took out new clothes, and changed Zhuang Qinghong, when he saw Zhuang Qinghong's body under his broken clothes, he suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and exclaimed, but Zhuang Qinghong was not awakened from deep thought, Zhuang Fei was very angry in his heart, but because of Zhuang Qinghong's command [don't say or ask], he held back his words, and his hands were almost trembling and changed his underwear for Zhuang Qinghong, "Childe, you go to sleep first, Zhuang Fei wants to clean the wounds for you......"

It is no different from the usual proper and meticulous words, as long as the trembling and deep worry in the words are ignored.

Zhuang Qinghong grabbed Zhuang Fei's hand, the temperature on his hand was much higher than usual, his eyes looked at Zhuang Fei deeply, the eyes were too dark, as if he was imprisoned by some fierce beast, Zhuang Fei's fierce eyes startled Zhuang Fei, Zhuang Qinghong seemed to be unconscious, and only whispered, "Zhuang Fei, except for you, anyone must hide it!" ”

Zhuang Fei nodded hurriedly, and he didn't have time to withdraw his squeezed painful hand, but he saw that Zhuang Qinghong's obsidian-like eyes had been closed, and he had already fainted.

Hurriedly picked up Zhuang Qinghong's unsupported body, let him lie on his stomach on the bed, carefully covered Zhuang Qinghong with the quilt, looked at the blood-stained clothes that were thrown on the ground, crumpled them into a ball and stuffed them into his large cotton clothes, and quietly took them back to his room and burned them.

After boiling hot water again, Zhuang Fei returned to Zhuang Qinghong and treated his injuries.

The blood blurred Zhuang Qinghong's waist and hips (thighs), connected with the underwear, a slight movement, Zhuang Qinghong who fainted snorted in pain, Zhuang Fei was sweating profusely to deal with Zhuang Qinghong's injury, Zhuang Qinghong also sweated in pain.

The hot water had already been stained red by blood, and when the water temperature cooled down, Zhuang Fei poured it into the vase of raising flowers, thinking that he could wait for him to wash the vase to dispose of the blood...... Since Zhuang Qinghong ordered that no one should know, Zhuang Fei had to ensure that there was no flaw.

After finishing and getting hot water, he wiped Zhuang Qinghong's body slightly, just like Zhuang Qinghong's forehead, he had begun to have a fever, Zhuang Fei frowned, returned to his house, and found the medicine left over from the last cold and cold, and now he is bound to not be able to ask a doctor, so he can only use these medicines...... I don't know if it will work.

Zhuang Fei was busy coming and going, and finally poured medicine into Zhuang Qinghong, then went to Zhuang Qinghong's study with a fine face, took out the poetry from it, and then went to Zhuang Qinghong's room, sat outside and read it quietly.

While reading the Book of Poetry, Zhuang Fei thought at the same time, Zhuang Qinghong went out last night, as before, it was probably for the evidence, so Zhuang Fei also pretended to be asleep, Zhuang Qinghong only returned to Changfeng Tower on the second day, he was always able to handle it seamlessly, so Zhuang Fei was not particularly worried...... But Zhuang Qinghong came back with an injury, what happened to him?

Looking at the appearance of the injury, the buttocks were red, swollen and oozing blood, and the waist and legs were also affected, and the skin was all injured, and the inside was probably not good. Although it is not a skin open, it also hurts the muscles. It seems to be ...... Stick punishment. If something really happened, how could he let a seriously injured person escape safely? What did he go to at night, who did he meet, and did that person know his identity? And also......

Zhuang Fei's heart sank, no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure out the key, he knew so little that he couldn't speculate about anything at all, and he couldn't do anything to ensure the safety of himself and Zhuang Qinghong...... Now he has no better plan than to do what Zhuang Qinghong said.

I only hope that these medicines that don't work can have a miraculous effect, so that Zhuang Qinghong can wake up with a fever.

At noon, snacks and meals were delivered, seeing that Zhuang Fei was studying, he said something with envy and flattery, Zhuang Fei was also a diplomatic rhetoric, and personally went to the inner room to ask Zhuang Qinghong, and then said that the son had lost his appetite, and ordered the afternoon dishes before sending the servant away.

The dishes in the afternoon were ordered by Zhuang Fei on purpose, so that he could easily pretend that he had already eaten, and he could leave something and wait for Zhuang Qinghong to wake up, or if he didn't wake up, it was also convenient to deal with, Zhuang Fei just ate it himself.

At noon the next day, before everyone became suspicious, Zhuang Qinghong woke up, his body was very weak, and his mental state was also very abnormal, and he would often look at Zhuang Fei with a strange look, or a fugue, Zhuang Fei found this, and secretly felt a little frightened, and he couldn't speculate even more about what happened that day.

Finally after the fifteenth Lantern Festival, on the third day of Zhuang Qinghong's recuperation, he said something like this to Zhuang Fei, who was changing his dressing, "Zhuang Fei, you go." ”

Zhuang Fei's hand holding the bandage stiffened, and he intuitively looked at Zhuang Qinghong, wanting to discern the truth of his words, but Zhuang Qinghong didn't look at Zhuang Fei, and said softly, "Leave Changfeng Tower, leave the place of forgetting, isn't this what you have always hoped for?" ”

After settling down, Zhuang Fei continued to bandage Zhuang Qinghong, "Zhuang Fei will not leave Gongzi." ”

"Why?" Zhuang Qinghong closed his eyelids, he was in a very bad spirit, although Zhuang Fei took good care of him, but because the medicine he got was not good enough, Zhuang Qinghong's recovery was very limited, so that his voice sounded weak.

These not very good wound medicines were all brought by Zhuang Feituo's familiar flower seller, the little brother was very simple, Zhuang Fei only showed him his bruised arm, he believed it, and brought medicine for Zhuang Fei.

Zhuang Fei didn't answer again, and after tying the bandage, he covered Zhuang Qinghong with a quilt, then raised his eyes to look at Zhuang Qinghong and asked, "Gongzi is, why do you want to chase Zhuang Fei?" ”

Zhuang Qinghong smiled, his voice was a little indifferent, "It's very simple, you have a guess in your own heart, I have lost my trust now, and life in Changfeng Tower will not be easy......" Thinking of Qi Jing's last expression, Zhuang Qinghong sighed, "Maybe it will be sad, I can't keep you anymore, there is no point for you to stay with me." ”

Zhuang Fei was silent for a while, shook his head and said, "Childe have a good rest, Zhuang Fei retreats first." After a pause, Zhuang Fei continued, "If Zhuang Fei becomes a burden, Zhuang Fei will take the initiative to leave the son, otherwise ......" is not bad, at least Zhuang Qinghong has already thought of countermeasures and has not lost confidence, so it's good."