I heard that Xuanwu followed Baihu and became a general, helping Baihu to quell the chaos at the border. Xizhao didn't hear much, and could only occasionally receive things sent by Baihu's secret guards. He knew Baihu's temperament, but some of the things sent were not Baihu's style.

Xizhao guessed that these should be the things Xuanwu wanted to send.

Xizhao really didn't like the strange little gadgets, but if Qi Yan woke up, he would probably like one or two. So Xizhao made a bamboo rack and placed those little gadgets on it. Maybe one day when Qi Yan woke up, he would be happy to see these things.

Qi Yan's mental state was getting better and better. Even when he was asleep, the temperature of his skin gradually warmed up and was no longer so cold. Even in hot weather, some warm red could be seen on Qi Yan's cheeks.

A few days later, the herbs sent by Baihu and the herbs found by Xizhao were just enough, and Qi Yan had been getting better recently, so Xizhao wanted to fight poison with poison, hoping that Qi Yan would wake up.

Xizhao was not sure, but he trusted Qinglong. After waiting for so many years, he was tired. If something really happened, he was not afraid. At most... he would go with him. Once Xizhao made a decision, he never changed it.

The medicine was going to be boiled, and a bath was made. Qi Yan was soaked in it, and the medicine was absorbed into the skin, and the medicine was thoroughly absorbed into the body.

"You are most afraid of this bitter thing." Xi Zhao prepared the black bath soup and whispered to Qi Yan on the bed: "You don't even want to drink it, but now you are about to sink into the black soup. If you were awake, you wouldn't let me mess with you like this."

Xi Zhao turned around and continued to organize the medicines, missing the moment when the eyes of the person on the bed trembled

slightly. There seemed to be a call in his ears, Qi Yan didn't understand, and when he decided to come back, there was darkness in front of him.

As if trapped in a space that belonged to him, Qi Yan groped in the dark, but found nothing.

The call in his ears became clearer and clearer, and even his sense of smell became clearer. The strong smell was not what he liked, slightly bitter, and even more unpleasant. Xi Zhao's words seemed to throw him into the medicine pool in the next second. Qi Yan shuddered in his heart, wanting to see clearly what was going on, but he couldn't open his eyes.

"If you don't get up, you will have to go into the bath."

- No! I don't want to go in!

"If your fair skin is soaked in this bitter medicine, your skin will probably turn black."

- I don't want to go in anymore! Xi Zhao, if you really love me, don't throw me into the medicine pool!

Xi Zhao just muttered to himself. After the medicine bath was done, Xi Zhao took off his coat, picked up Qi Yan horizontally, and prepared to walk towards the medicine bath.

"Wake up soon. If you can't wake up, I will go with you."

"... Um..."

Xi Zhao paused in his stride, a trace of astonishment flashed across his brows. He lowered his head and looked at the handsome man in his arms. Everything was normal, as if no sound had been made just now.

"Qi Yan?"

"No..." Another moan, this time the sound was matched by the slightly furrowed brows of the person in his arms.

Xi Zhao was surprised. He turned around and put Qi Yan back on the bed. With his hands on the side of Qi Yan's head, his voice was trembling almost inaudibly.

"Qi Yan? Are you... awake?"

"..." Qi Yan was silent this time, but his slightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he would open his eyes in the next second. Xi Zhao was even happier, but he was thinking in his heart, is the so-called fighting poison with poison really a prescription, or... a spiritual way of fighting poison with poison?

A ray of light gradually broke through the darkness, and the white world replaced the darkness. Qi Yan's eyes were pierced by the white light, and he felt dizzy. He wanted to raise his hand as if he was uncomfortable. He moved his fingers, but he didn't have the strength to raise his whole arm.

"Qi Yan." Xi Zhao's cold call was accompanied by a hint of excitement.

"Xi..." Qi Yan opened his mouth for the last word, but he was unable to say it.

"It's me." Xi Zhao's cold face finally showed a smile: "Open your eyes and look at me."

"I can't open my eyes..." Qi Yan said these two sentences vaguely, and could only open his eyes reluctantly and continue to look at the white light in the darkness.

Xizhao sighed, straightened his body, and twisted the corners of his quilt: "No need to be so anxious, just take your time."

After sleeping for so many years, it was understandable that he couldn't get up for a while. But Xizhao didn't want him to sleep, fearing that this sleep would last for several more years...

"Don't sleep, take your time." Xizhao held Qi Yan's hands and rubbed them gently: "It's just stiffness, it will be fine in a while."

Qi Yan listened to his words and did not dare to sleep, even if there was a dazzling whiteness in front of his eyes, he did not dare to sleep.

Under Xizhao's caress, Qi Yan felt that his hand was very strong and could move according to Xizhao's strength. This was a good start. Xizhao also felt Qi Yan's cooperation, and was even more happy.

After the hands came the arms, legs, and finally Qi Yan's cheek.

"I can feel you rubbing my face." Qi Yan's voice began to calm down: "You are taking it out on my face, right?"

Xi Zhao chuckled: "Just now you were talking incoherently, how can you have the strength now?"

"My face used to be so delicate, I don't know if it's rough without the rouge."

"It's rough." Xi Zhao said casually: "If you can't do it anymore, your skin will be dry in a few days."

Qi Yan's eyes opened suddenly when he heard it, even if the white light was dazzling, he didn't care. The next second after he opened his eyes, he sat up suddenly. If Xi Zhao hadn't reacted quickly, the foreheads of the two would have been in close contact.

"Is there a round mirror?" Qi Yan didn't know where he got the strength from, he walked around the room, but didn't find the mirror: "Hey, how come there isn't even a bronze mirror in this shabby house?!"

Xi Zhao didn't say anything, his eyes slightly narrowed, standing by the bed and watching Qi Yan recover his full strength.

Qi Yan and Xi Zhao looked at each other for a long time. After a moment, they didn't know why, but smiled at each other at the same time.

"See you again..." Qi Yan said softly.

Xi Zhao smiled lightly, took two or three steps forward, and hugged Qi Yan.

This glance is for ten thousand years, and this hug is an arm that will never let go in a lifetime.

Good news spreads quickly, and soon Xue Sha and others knew that Qi Yan had woken up. When Qinglong came, Qi Yan still questioned why he gave Xi Zhao so many strange prescriptions, and why he used poison to fight poison, and whether he was deliberately mocking him.

Qinglong said nothing, hiding the undeniable gleam in his eyes.

People who understand know that Qi Yan woke up, and all he needed was a bigger event than the previous one to stimulate his nerves.

Qinglong would study what Qi Yan feared the most.

Later, Xi Zhao also knew about this. Xue Sha, who was so smart, also understood it. Bai Hu laughed when he heard it from the letter. Only Xuan Wu, who was still at the border, felt that his elder brother Qing Long's prescription was very effective.

Qi Yan was impatient. Xue Sha wanted to take him away after his condition stabilized, but he refused.

He liked the elegance of the bamboo forest.

Little did he know that it was the more elegant people in the bamboo forest who held his heart.

"You have to treat me better. For you, I gave up the bustling paradise."

"Oh? Isn't it for this elegant bamboo forest?"

"Hey, you just make fun of me..."

"Forget it, this is the real paradise."

The beautiful woman in red is like a touch of red clouds in the green bamboo forest, and the white shirt faintly revealed in it is even more matching.

[I wish to retreat to the mountains with you, play the zither, write in running script, and spend the best years of my life reading about the myriad forms of life.]