Qi Pan closed her eyes, clutched the front of Ying Zheng's shirt with both hands, and her breathing became a little rapid.
Everyone in the room had already left at some point.
The bright flowers in the vase on the windowsill swayed gently in the breeze.
After a while, Ying Zheng stepped back, wiped the corner of Qi Pan's lips with the back of his hand, and calmed his breathing and the trembling in his chest.
Qi Pan opened her eyes, her eyes were watery and bright, and her face was lightly pink.
The originally pale pink lips turned deep red, and the lip petals were crystal clear, like a blooming flower.
Ying Zheng couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her again. This time the kiss was light, like a dragonfly touching the water, and it left after just a touch.
"elder brother........"
Qi Pan pulled Ying Zheng's clothes and buried her head in his neck.
Ying Zheng gently stroked Qipan's hair. After a while, he let go of Qipan, stepped back, and took off her shoes and socks.
He half-knelt in front of her, let her feet step on his legs, applied the ointment on her ankles, massaged gently, and then slowly increased the strength.
After massaging one foot, he moved on to the other foot, and only after he finished massaging both feet did Ying Zheng put shoes and socks back on Qi Pan.
After dinner, Qi Pan took care of government affairs and lay on the couch reading the newly published storybook from Xianyang.
Ying Zheng was worried that looking at the phone too much would affect Qi Pan's eyesight, so he forbade her to use the phone and specially ordered people to collect a lot of storybooks for her.
There are also miscellaneous books and unofficial histories from various countries. An entire wall in the room is filled with books to help Qi Pan relieve his boredom.
Qi Pan read the storybook and occasionally looked up at Ying Zheng. He felt that time passed quietly and beautifully.
It seems...eh?
Qi Pan was puzzled, as if she and Ying Zheng had had such interactions before?
Something seemed to flash through his mind, but before Qi Pan could see it clearly, it disappeared.
After a short nap, Qipan started a new round of rehabilitation training in the afternoon.
Ying Zheng still followed Qi Pan closely, holding her arm and helping her recover.
Ying Yinman and Fusu would also come to the Imperial Master's Mansion every now and then to keep Qi Pan company and relieve his boredom.
Ministers such as Feng Quji and Li Si also came to visit Qi Pan from time to time and gave her some medicinal herbs for her health.
Although life is difficult, Qi Pan is not bored. He trains actively every day and hopes to recover soon.
Days like this went on day after day, and half a year passed quickly.
"National Master, watch carefully, the sword should be used like this!"
Ying Zheng holds a bronze sword in his hand, wearing a tight-fitting suit that outlines the perfect proportions of broad shoulders and narrow waist. As he dances with the bronze sword, the lines of his muscles are faintly visible under the tightly wrapped cloth.
Qi Pan was also dressed in black, holding a bronze sword in his hand, and imitating Ying Zheng's moves.
Her injuries have healed, and through more than half a year of non-stop rehabilitation training, her hands and feet have regained their pre-injury flexibility.
If you just want to hold a sword, you have to start practicing from the beginning.
Eleven and Twelve, Suiwan Xiu Ge, Xiao Fugui and Xia Lin were waiting on the side.
After Qi Pan and Ying Zheng finished practicing sword, he handed them a handkerchief.
Qi Pan wiped his face and handed the handkerchief back. The feeling of picking up the sword again was really great!
She looked at the bronze sword in her hand and gently stroked its blade. "I can finally pick up the sword again."
Her hands were still shaking a little.
"Congratulations, Imperial Master."
After wiping his hands clean, Ying Zheng rubbed Qi Pan's head and said, "I will teach you the sword techniques I taught you before again until you master them."
"Okay! Thank you, brother!"
Qi Pan smiled with his face tilted up, and the two of them chatted and laughed all the way back to the house.
Over the past six months, Ying Zheng has gotten used to it. Daily government affairs are brought from the Xianyang Palace to the National Master's Residence and then handled in Qi Pan's room.
On one side of the room was where he handled government affairs, facing the couch.
When Ying Zheng was handling government affairs, he could see Qi Pan lying on the couch as long as he looked up.
Eleven and Twelve. Sui Wanxiu Ge and the others were waiting outside the house, leaving only Qi Pan and Ying Zheng in the house.
While Ying Zheng was handling government affairs, Qi Pan was practicing calligraphy with a pen beside him, and the calligraphy he was practicing was Ying Zheng's copybook.
After Ying Zheng finished handling government affairs, Qi Pan deliberately wrote a page with ugly handwriting. When Ying Zheng stood beside him to check, he said with a little distress.
"Alas... I've been writing for so long, but my handwriting is still not as good as yours. Brother, can you teach me?"
Qi Pan tilted his head back and looked at Ying Zheng pitifully.
Ying Zheng was helpless. He stood behind Qi Pan, bent down slightly, held Qi Pan's pen-holding hand, and taught her to write stroke by stroke.
"This word should be written like this, Master, have you remembered it?"
"I can't remember."
Qi Pan shook her head, and when Ying Zheng turned sideways, she kissed him lightly on the cheek, "I need a kiss from you so I can remember it."
She tilted her face upwards, waiting for Ying Zheng to kiss her cheek.
Ying Zheng looked at Qi Pan who was laughing and playing, his eyes passing from her cheek to her lips.
His eyes became deep, and he first leaned over and kissed Qi Pan on the cheek, and then went to kiss her lips.
"Oh! Brother, you can't do this."
Qi Pan leaned back with a wicked smile, avoiding Ying Zheng's kiss, and at the same time reached out to cover Ying Zheng's lips.
She broke free from his embrace, stood up, and dodged to the side. "I only allowed you to kiss my cheek, but I didn't allow you to kiss my mouth."
Ying Zheng reached out and grabbed Qi Pan, pulled her into his arms, and pressed her down on the table.
Qi Pan dipped her hand in some ink and dotted it on Ying Zheng's face. Ying Zheng grabbed her rebellious hand and said, "Master...is this okay?"
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