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"You don't have to be too pessimistic, this poison may not have no solution." Qi Surong was in a complicated mood at this time, resentful and unbearable. After all, they had known each other since childhood and had a strong friendship, and he was kind to her. If Feng Zhan's previous temperament changed drastically, it was really a disease, and it would be excusable. As long as Jin Yun is safe and sound, she can ignore anything.
Qi Surong thought, anyway, she is going to Yunwu Mountain to find a master, why don't she take Feng Zhan over by the way and let the master diagnose him. With the master's supernatural powers, even if the emperor came in person, he would not be able to do anything.
After making up his mind, Qi Surong said, "Well, I'm going to see someone today. He may have a way to detoxify you. You might as well go with me."
"Oh?" Feng Zhan asked curiously, "Who is so powerful?"
"You'll know when you go." Qi Surong didn't want to say more, turned around to get some water to wash up, walked to the door and turned back, "Do you remember to report a letter to your family, lest they think you have an accident?"
Feng Zhan smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern."
Looking at Zhuo Fan's figure disappearing at the door, Feng Zhan was in a good mood.
After the two of them groomed themselves and ate some breakfast, they hired a carriage to go to Yunwu Mountain.
In the carriage, Feng Zhan sat next to Qi Surong, leaning in his ear from time to time to speak, with an intimate demeanor.
Because of her man's dress, Qi Surong couldn't be too obvious, so she could only stay away from him as much as possible.
At this time, the carriage was bumpy, and Feng Zhan covered his chest with a pained expression.
Qi Surong didn't help him, just stretched out his hand to prevent him from falling.
Feng Zhan suddenly grabbed her arm, as if using her strength to stabilize her body. The carriage turned upside down again, and he pulled Qi Surong down with force in his hands, and the two rolled into a ball.
"Ah!" Qi Surong knocked the back of her head on the wooden board and felt dizzy for a while, and there was another man on her body, making it difficult to breathe.
Whether it was intentional or not, when Feng Zhan fell on top of her, his lips brushed against her chin.
"Get up quickly!" Qi Surong pushed him hard.
Feng Zhanchong didn't seem to hear it. He buried his head beside her neck and groaned in pain. Most of his body weight was on her, so she couldn't move.
The two were in close contact, and their postures were ambiguous. Qi Surong didn't know what to do, and her cheeks flushed with anger.
"You..." She turned her head, wanting to tell him to move away, not wanting Feng Zhan to suddenly raise his head, their lips just pressed together.
Feng Zhan's eyes darkened, he pretended to be poisonous, and bit her lip. Qi Surong let out a pained cry, and his tongue poked in.
Qi Surong turned her face away suddenly and said angrily, "What are you doing?"
Feng Zhan ignored it at all, just pretended to be in pain, ate a lot of tofu on top of her, and reluctantly moved away.
Seeing him fall to one side, Qi Surong immediately got up and backed away, covering his mouth and staring at Feng Zhan suspiciously.
Feng Zhan said weakly, "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend."
Qi Surong didn't say a word.
He added: "Anyway, it's all men. It's a big deal to let you kiss you next time."
Qi Surong turned her head away and stopped looking at him with a cold face.
Feng Zhan lay on the floor and licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue. Well, it tastes good, no wonder "he" can't forget it? This young man is slender, very comfortable to hold, his skin is smooth, and his expression like anger and anger is really seductive.
Qi Surong is married as a married woman, and she has to spend a lot of time if she wants to have a good time, but Zhuo Fan is different. He is a man, and even if he gets married in the future, it will not hinder him. There are many opportunities for them to meet, and they can have fun with them at any time. But he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry. He wanted to try to seduce him first. If he could get his heart, it would be a matter of course.
Two hours later, the carriage arrived at the foot of Yunwu Mountain, Feng Zhan took the initiative to pay the money, and then followed Zhuo Fan up the mountain.
He looked around, secretly guessing that there would be some masters on this cloudy mountain? What is the relationship between Zhuo Fan and this person?
But after a while, the two reached the middle of the mountain. There was a small mountain village. The place where Yunyouzi lived was in the northeast corner of the small mountain village. This place was originally used for hunters to rest.
"Master." Qi Surong called out from the door, but after a long time no response, he pushed open and entered, the room was empty.
"He probably went out, let's wait in the yard." Qi Surong asked Feng Zhan to sit in the yard, while he went to the kitchen to boil water.
Feng Zhan frowned as he looked at the dilapidated wooden house in front of him. It was hard to imagine that an expert would live in such a dilapidated place. The slums in the capital were more tidy and spacious than here.
He didn't know that Yunyouzi had just arrived here, and he was not yet acquainted with the villagers, so naturally there was no one to help him rest in the house.
Qi Surong boiled water, brewed tea, and waited in the courtyard with Feng Zhan.
Feng Zhan casually picked up the teacup and took a sip, then a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, looking at the tea in the cup, the color of the tea was fresh and tender, the tea was clear, and the aroma was pleasant. He has traveled to many countries, and he considers himself to be well-informed, but he has never drunk such high-quality tea.
"What kind of tea is this?" Feng Zhan asked.
Qi Surong replied: "Qingwu tea is made by the master here, Yun Youzi, and it is unique in the world."
"It's really different." Ordinary tea is fragrant, but it is not as refreshing and refreshing as this tea.
After tasting this tea, Feng Zhan put away his contempt and became really curious about this Master Yunyouzi.
βγChapter 81 Two years
At dusk, Yun Youzi came back swayingly humming a little song, still holding a wine gourd in his hand.
"Master." Qi Surong got up to greet him, but Feng Zhan didn't stand up.
Yun Youzi glanced at the two of them at random, and said lazily, "Are you here?"
"Master, 'Zhuofan' has come to greet you for the New Year. I wish you good health and a long life." Qi Surong bit the word "Zhuofan" very hard.
"I wish the old man a long life and a hundred years old, and you will be spared. The old man has already passed the hundred years old, so don't curse me." Yun Youzi came closer, Qi Surong was about to introduce Feng Zhan, but he was interrupted, "Okay, Nian You have also paid your respects, and you can go."