Chapter 46 046 Lu Qingqing only felt herself falling into a warm embrace,...
She wanted to drink osmanthus wine, so Feng Yingheng traveled across time and space to buy it for her.
Wanting to enjoy the cool breeze and flowers under the osmanthus tree, Feng Yingheng found branches for her and cultivated them with his spiritual power;
Even her small wish was carefully remembered by Feng Yingheng and fulfilled silently.
Seeing the godlike figure under the osmanthus tree, Lu Qingqing was overwhelmed with emotions.
Using the word "good" to describe her master is too shallow and too bland.
Even "thank you" is not worthy of the thoughtfulness and care shown to the apprentice.
“Master…”
As soon as she uttered two words, Lu Qingqing's eyes turned red.
She pouts slightly, looking very childish.
"I got you an osmanthus tree, why are you still crying?"
Feng Yingheng walked over, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it over.
His apprentice remained silent even when he was beaten half to death in a battle. He was as tough as a rock; but he was also as fragile as coral, often dropping small pearls in daily trivial matters.
I really don't understand.
He sighed softly, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and patted his apprentice on the head. His technique was a little clumsy, but very gentle.
Lu Qingqing wanted to cry even more.
She covered her face with her master's handkerchief, smelled the familiar scent of medicine, and tears flowed down her face.
Several shadows crisscrossed in my mind, and all kinds of emotions surged in my chest.
After venting for a while and using all my strength, I finally suppressed the surging emotions to the deepest level.
She laughed softly and said, "My disciple is just happy, crying tears of joy."
"As long as you are happy." Feng Yingheng sat back on the stone bench, picked up a piece of lotus cake, and ate it politely.
"Master, will you have a drink with me?"
Lu Qingqing's eyes were red and a little swollen, but not ugly. Instead, they looked like plump peaches, quite cute.
Feng Yingheng thought for a while and said, "Okay."
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It is said that wine does not make people drunk, people make themselves drunk.
After drinking a few glasses of the mellow and easy-to-swallow osmanthus wine, Lu Qingqing felt dizzy and her head began to feel heavy.
It seemed as if there were countless galloping horses inside, restless and galloping endlessly, raising dust all over the ground, determined to break free from their confinement and rush towards the vast land of freedom.
Lu Qingqing pressed her forehead and picked up her rationality that was about to be trampled underfoot.
"Master, is the osmanthus wine you bought brewed with any special method to make it particularly intoxicating?" She picked up the wine pot and looked it up and down, trying to find some details to support her idea.
Seeing her flushed cheeks and her bright eyes looking confused, Feng Yingheng shook his head helplessly.
Luckily I only bought one pot.
His apprentice has a very poor alcohol tolerance.
Feng Yingheng poured some tea and pushed it in front of Lu Qingqing, "Drink some tea to sober you up."
"don't want."
Lu Qingqing, feeling a bit drunk, became bolder and shook the wine pot. "There's only a little left. I want to finish it."
Feng Yingheng: "Why?"
Lu Qingqing held the wine jug with a serious look on her face.
"Master must finish what he bought!"
Feng Yingheng: ...
"Master." Lu Qingqing suddenly stared at him. "Next Mid-Autumn Festival, will you drink with me again?"
Without waiting for Feng Yingheng's answer, she raised her hand again and made a promise, "Don't worry, I don't drink on weekdays. I only drink during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and only with you."
Feng Yingheng laughed.
Sometimes he really has no idea what to do with this apprentice.
"Okay?" Seeing that Feng Yingheng didn't say anything, Lu Qingqing walked up to him, half-knelt down, grabbed his sleeves, and shook them left and right, like a willful child.
Feng Yingheng looked at that pitiful face and felt an inexplicable pity in his heart.
"…good."
It's you who accepted me as the apprentice, and it's you who brought the trouble upon yourself, so just bear with it.
With the master's approval, Lu Qingqing became even more excited.
In order to prevent her from getting even drunker after drinking alone, Feng Yingheng accompanied her.
"Master, can you help me find someone?" After drinking two cups together, Lu Qingqing put down the cup and looked at Feng Yingheng.
Feng Yingheng was startled, "Who is it?"
Lu Qingqing smiled brightly, "My benefactor."
Feng Yingheng: ...
Lu Qingqing was drunk, but her heart was as clear as a mirror.
A normal person would definitely ask "What benefactor?" after hearing her words, but her master said nothing, and even had a dull look in his eyes for a moment.
Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.
"My benefactor has saved me time and again, yet he refuses to leave his name." She pretended not to notice anything and continued babble, "My benefactor seems to also live in Taiji Continent. He's handsome, likes to wear black, wields a jade sword, and has a high level of cultivation. Master, do you know him?"
Feng Yingheng gently pinched the rim of the cup with his slender, bony fingers, then tilted his head back and drank the wine.
"There are so many experts on the mainland, I don't know this person."
Without asking for more information, just say you don’t know him.
Lu Qingqing thought to herself: Keep pretending.
"Why are you so determined to find him?" Feng Yingheng asked suddenly.
Lu Qingqing: "I want to thank him. I also want to... meet him."
Feng Yingheng paused holding the cup, his expression becoming a little complicated for a moment.
But he quickly regained his composure and asked no more questions.
The blue velvet night sky makes the moonlight even brighter, and casts a gentle veil over the Jimu Peak.
The osmanthus tree in the yard was gently pushed back and forth by the night wind, its branches swayed, and the flowers fell down. The ground under the tree was warm yellow, bright and gentle.
The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers, and you are immersed in romance.
After the little incident, Lu Qingqing and Feng Yingheng didn't say anything and just drank in silence.
Soon, the pot of osmanthus wine was empty.
Lu Qingqing's face looked even more rosy, and even her eyelids were stained with red frost, just like rouge, which gave her a unique charm.
She held her chin with one hand, picked up the wine jug with the other and poured it down, muttering to herself, "How come it's gone..."
Feng Yingheng felt that his decision to buy only one pot of wine was quite correct.
"Almost done." He held Lu Qingqing's hand and took out the wine jug. "You're drunk. Go back to the house and rest."
Lu Qingqing didn't make a fuss and nodded obediently, "Okay."
"I'll watch you go into the house," Feng Yingheng said, "and then I'll leave."
"Master, you really treat me like a child, really."
Lu Qingqing muttered to herself, and with a strong determination to prove that she was not drunk, she stood up immediately.
Perhaps he used too much force, his head felt heavy before he could stand firmly, and his whole body tilted to the side.
Feng Yingheng was quick-witted and moved to her side in an instant.
Lu Qingqing only felt that she had fallen into a warm embrace, like a safe and worry-free harbor, and she just wanted to stay there.
The aroma of medicine, osmanthus, and a faint body fragrance drifted into the nose, evoking the impulse that had been suppressed in the heart.
She subconsciously rubbed towards the source of the fragrance.
Feng Yingheng's body stiffened and his breathing stopped for a moment.
Lu Qingqing's eyes were hazy and her head was groggy, but her sense of smell and touch were very sensitive.
She turned around, grabbed the other person's robe with both hands, stood on tiptoe, and moved towards the warmer and more fragrant place.
The slightly cold nose tip and soft lips brushed against the skin of the neck, accompanied by the girl's warm and fragrant breath, creating a hot feeling all the way.
Feng Yingheng had lived for almost two hundred years, and this was the first time he felt his breathing unstable and his cheeks hot when he was not in combat.
But sanity will not be easily destroyed.
He held down her head which was still trying to move upwards, supported her arms, pushed her forward, turned around, and swiftly carried Lu Qingqing on his back.
Lu Qingqing knew how to adapt to the situation. In a daze, she put her arms around Feng Yingheng's neck and rested her head on the crook of his neck, which made her feel comfortable.
"Master."
The warm breath brushed across Feng Yingheng's neck, making it tingle and numb, as if passed by an electric current.
"……I am here."
If there was a third person present, they would definitely be able to hear that the voice of this god-like figure was much lower and hoarse than usual.
"You're so kind." She emphasized as if remembering something, "I'm not trying to be nice to you, I really am not."
"What is a good guy card?" Feng Yingheng asked as he walked around the front yard and stepped onto the stairs leading to the second floor.
Lu Qingqing didn't answer, but asked to herself, "Master, can you help me find my benefactor? I really want to see him."
Feng Yingheng was silent for a while, "Are you so concerned about him?"
After asking, I felt like I was sick, what could I hear from the mouth of a little drunkard.
Unexpectedly, Lu Qingqing actually hummed heavily, "He is my hero, I admire him very much."
Feng Yingheng paused, complex emotions rising in his eyes.
There was shock, astonishment, and a hint of joy that he hadn't even noticed.
After Lu Qingqing moved into Jimu Peak, Feng Yingheng came to her bedroom for the first time.
The interior is simply furnished. Apart from daily necessities, most of the other items are books and scrolls, including medical classics and martial arts techniques, which shows that he is extremely hardworking.
Feng Yingheng felt relieved. He put Lu Qingqing on the couch and covered her with a quilt.
His disciple was really drunk. He was breathing evenly, his face was red, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he had a sweet dream.
Although he is a little drunk, he doesn't act crazy when drunk, which makes him cute.
Looking at her peaceful sleeping posture, he stretched out his hand as if possessed by a ghost, but his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.
Feng Yingheng's smile also stopped. He quickly withdrew his hand and left in a hurry.
*****
Lu Qingqing had been sitting on the couch for half an hour.
She didn't comb her hair, wash her face, or change her clothes from yesterday.
Even though the sun had penetrated through the window sill, painting the room with a golden glow, she was still staring blankly ahead, as if her soul had disappeared.
At this moment, a beam of light brighter than the sunlight came out from the gap in the window, turned into a ball of light and fell in front of Lu Qingqing.
"It's already so late, why don't you hurry to the medicine field?"
This clear and pleasant voice was like a thunderclap, which made Lu Qingqing's soul return to its place in an instant and her body jumped up from the couch.
The next moment, she let out a miserable "wow" and covered her face with her hands.
Oh my god, Lu Qingqing, what did you do last night? How are you going to face Master?!
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The author has something to say: The main text is irrelevant to the small drama
Lu Qingqing: Pretend, keep pretending
Feng Yingheng: How can I make you fall in love with me if I don’t pretend, huh?
Lu Qingqing: ...
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