Han Feng's tall figure turned around and walked into the corridor. The rain was getting heavy, and the rain hit the flowers and plants and splashed back on Han Feng's robe. Han Feng took one step at a time, his steps were messy and he was getting faster and faster, and his previous life appeared in his mind.

Screen.

I was exhausted from returning to Beijing outside the pass, Han Feng fell off his horse, kneeling outside the court for a long time, staring at the blood on the ground, unable to believe that it was Lynch's blood, the people watching the execution had dispersed, Han Feng was crazy

He arrested the person and asked, "Who is the one who was killed?"

The people were frightened and pushed Han Feng hard. Han Feng fell into the snow, and the biting cold penetrated into his hair.

Lynch's head fell to the ground, and there was no complete body. Han Feng searched for the corpse in the mass grave on the snowy night. The snow fell heavily that night, like goose feathers, and was vast. He was the only one left in the world.

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The biting cold and the fiery heat intertwined in his heart. That night, he had sacked ten fingers and never wrote one more after being praised as an unparalleled word for the iron painting and silver hook.

He turned around in the middle of the night before he touched the familiar pair of hands, cold and stiff. He had played with him for a long time, and finally he was so angry that he shook a hand on his face. He held Lynch's body in the snow.

I stayed in the mass grave for a night and couldn't shed a single tear.

He wants to take revenge.

What you are doing for the country and the people, what you are full of ambitions, and what you are famous in history are all fucking shit!

He only needs to take revenge and pay for his blood debt at any cost.

Han Feng was in a mess. The headache that made him never rest in his previous life seemed to remain. He felt like millions of silver needles in his temples kept piercing into his mind. His ears roared and his headache was about to break, and his feet staggered.

He couldn't help but raise his hand to cover both sides of his forehead.

"Mr. Han..."

An anxious call came, as if it was from outside the sky, as if it was far and near, splitting a lot of roar. Han Feng looked back, but at some point, Lynch had walked behind him and supported him.

He looked around and realized that he had walked out of the Lin Mansion without knowing it, and walked into the rain, even though he was soaked all over.

Lynch frowned slightly, with a little concern in his expression, "Mr. Han, I'll ask the coachman to take you."

Han Feng shook his head, his eyes fell on Lynch's boots, and murmured, "Your boots..." Before he finished speaking, he was in a trance and had no idea about the human affairs.

Lynch watched Han Feng, a tall man, smashed into the mud, threw away his umbrella and rushed to help him.

"Young Master!" The servants hurriedly came up to pick up the umbrella. Lynch also drenched his face, wiped the water from his face, and pulled Han Feng into his arm. Han Feng was already tall, and after being wet, he was even more touched by water after being wet.

Lucky, Lynch said: "Help quickly."

With the help of his servants, Lynch carried Han Feng back to Lin's mansion.

Lynch hurriedly into his room, which attracted the servant to look at him a few more times.

The young master loves jie and always doesn't like others to dirty his things. Now he has carried a big man with mud and water to put it in his room. It's really strange.

After a while, Lynch's body became completely wet, not to mention Han Feng, who had been lying in the rain for a long time, was so embarrassed, with his hair scattered and his body muddy.

Lynch slapped the water droplets on his sleeve and frowned and said, "Prepare water."

The servant wiped his chin with his sleeve and gasped, "Young Master, is the water delivered to this room? Or..."

"Just send it here," Lynch had already started to untie his belt and frowned, "Come on another bathtub."

The Lin family has a very strict family tradition. There is no maid in the mansion, and the servants are all rough. After the servants lifted the bathtub into the screen, they filled it with hot water. Lynch waved and said, "Go down."

The servant was about to retreat, but was called by Lynch again, "Go and invite a doctor to cook a few bowls of ginger soup in the kitchen. It was all rained. Use some ginger soup and bring two bowls of ginger soup to my room."

"yes."

The servants retreated, Lynch untied his belt and took off his wet outer robe. The inner robe was not so wet. He ignored it, took off his boots and socks, and went barefoot to the soft couch.

He stripped Han Feng, who was on the soft couch, and tried to strip him naked.

Han Feng's body was very hot, and it seemed to be hot.

Lynch was free from distractions, took a veil to wipe him. His movements were very neat and twisted his wet hair twice. When Lynch twisted his wet hair, Han Feng woke up, he blinked, densely

A afterimage fell on the eyelashes and said hoarsely: "Zifei..."

Zifei is Lynch's word.

Only those who are very close to each other are called. Han Feng knew Lynch's name in his previous life, but he never called him in front of Lynch. He had already reached his mouth many times, but he was still cold, "Mr. Lin". He was too

Pride and humble background made him more proud than anyone else, so that he would not be looked down upon.

Especially in front of Lynch, he couldn't lose a little.

Han Feng's eyes were filled with tears, and suddenly there was a little aggrievance in his voice. He raised his hand and hugged Lynch's waist. Tears surging down, and he said like an aggrieved child: "Zifei, Zifei..."

"Young master, the ginger soup is here." The servant came in with the ginger soup, looked up and almost knocked over the bowl.

Why is this bare-skinned Doctor Han crying while holding his son?

"Give it." Lynch frowned.

"Oh," the servant bowed his head and went over, "Young Master."

He followed Lynch and knew what it means not to behave inappropriately and not to listen to it. Lynch took the ginger soup and took it first. It was so hot that he could understand it in one sip. So he handed it to Han Feng.

On his lips, he held back his gentleness and said lightly: "Mr. Han, drink ginger soup."

When Han Feng heard his voice, he raised his eyes in a daze, as if he was confused, but he took the ginger soup and drank it. Then he closed his eyes and fell down again.

Lynch hurriedly asked the servant to help him help Han Feng, who had been wiped onto his bed.

The servant stepped forward and set up a man with Lynch and sent Han Feng to Lynch's bed. Lynch covered Han Feng with bedding, and then asked the servant to go down. He drank the remaining bowl of ginger soup and took off his body after he arrived at the screen.

Get clothes into the bathtub.

Lynch is weak, and he wants to live in this world for a longer time and must take good care of himself.

Fortunately, Lynch's character is a gentleman with a cold face and a warm heart. He also regards Han Feng as an opponent rather than an enemy, otherwise he would have no reason to take care of Han Feng.

The mutual appreciation and repulsion of each other in the same sex are probably the most consistent with the description of Lynch's relationship with Han Feng.

Lynch shivered for a moment, lowered his head and hung his long wet hair into the water.

Han Feng has actually woken up.

When Lynch said, "Mr. Han, drink ginger soup," Han Feng immediately woke up from the devil when he opened his eyes and saw Lynch's face.

Then he decisively chose to pretend to be dizzy.

If this situation is not dizzy, how will he explain? What is the face of facing Lynch?

Han Feng lay on Lynch's bed with his eyes closed, and immediately smelled the faint fragrance of Lynch. He mixed the smell of ink, incense and plants. Han Feng dared not act rashly, and water came from his ears.

He quietly opened his eyes and turned his head to look in the sound.

The jade screen was faintly shining with light, and the slender figure was facing the screen, with long arms and long hair.

Han Feng immediately turned his face.

The dark memories in his mind were still rolling, but suddenly they fell into an almost erotic illusion. Han Feng's temple was jumping violently and was almost about to explode.

"Crash" again, a short sound of water, as if Lynch came out of the bathtub. Han Feng quickly closed his eyes. He was so confused that he didn't know what to do.

Tongtian's ability, he made a plan to win the battle for the clouds and rain, lost all of them. He lay naked in the bed full of Lynch's smell, and reacted inappropriately.

Han Feng was very annoyed and wanted to control himself, but his brother had his own ideas. Even the more he was annoyed, the more he responded, the more powerful he was.

The sound of footsteps approached and the fragrance of the bath came over. Han Feng had to close his eyes first.

Lynch walked up to the bed, raised his hand and touched Han Feng's forehead. It was very hot, and he touched his forehead again. After comparison, Han Feng's popularity was still amazing. He couldn't help but go out with a little anxious and called the servant, "Where is the doctor?"

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"I've been invited to Chang'an, but I haven't come back yet. The weather in Beijing has been uncertain recently, and the nobles are getting sick."

"Okay, you go down. If the doctor comes, let him come over immediately." Lynch waved his hand and returned to the house again. He came back from the house and his eyes fell on Han Feng. After looking at him, his eyes were fixed.

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Han Feng's face was very red, his thick eyebrows were furrowed, and he was still in a coma. However, the middle part of the quilt had a bulge that could not be ignored.

Lynch was silent.

What kind of dreams are Han Feng... in a coma?

It is not difficult to imagine what Han Feng was doing before he fainted.

Lynch, who has experienced several worlds, is not as shy as before. It happens naturally, but now... it is not even that time at all.

Lynch coughed lightly, sat back on the bed, took a dry veil and wiped his wet hair.

Han Feng was tortured.

Lynch sat in front of him, listening to the sound of wiping wet hair, and the fragrance on his hair floated to the tip of his nose with a serene sound.

He almost hated his body that had been alive for two lifetimes and cursed in his heart: "Han Feng, are you a beast?"

The reaction became stronger and stronger, and Lynch's movement of wiping his hair seemed to stop.

Han Feng was desperate: He was indeed a beast.

Lynch people were stunned.

Han Feng was soaked just now, and Lynch took off his clothes and wiped him. He really didn't care about it. For him, it was just a skin, so there was no need to care much.
To be continued...