I heard that Xuanwu followed Bai Hu and became a general, helping Bai Hu put down the chaos at the border. Xizhao didn't hear much about it, and could only occasionally get things sent by Bai Hu's secret guards. He knew Bai Hu's temperament, but some of the things he sent were not Bai Hu's style.
Xizhao guessed that that should be what Xuanwu wanted to send.
Xizhao really didn't like the weird gadgets, but if Qi Yan woke up, he would probably like them a little bit. So Xizhao made a bamboo frame and placed those gadgets on it, hoping that Qi Yan would be happy when he woke up one day and saw these things.
Qi Yan's mental state is getting better and better. Even while sleeping, the temperature of his skin gradually warms up and is no longer so cold. Even in hot weather, Qi Yan's cheeks can still be a little warm red.
A few days later, the medicinal materials sent by Bai Hu and those found by Xizhao happened to be enough. In addition, Qi Yan was doing well recently. Xizhao wanted to fight poison with poison, hoping that Qi Yan could wake up.
Xizhao is not sure, but he trusts Qinglong. After waiting for so many years, he was tired. If something happened, he wouldn't be afraid. The worst... he went with him, and Xizhao's decision never changed.
The medicine is about to boil, so make a bath, soak Qi Yan in it, smoke it into the skin, and the medicine is completely immersed in the body.
"You are most afraid of this bitter thing." Xizhao prepared the dark bath soup and whispered to Qi Yan on the bed: "I don't even want to drink it, but now my whole body is about to sink into the black soup. If you were awake, you wouldn't let me manipulate you like this."
Xizhao turned around and continued to sort out the medicine, missing the moment when the person on the bed's eyes trembled slightly.
There seemed to be a call coming from his ears, but Qi Yan didn't understand it. When he decided to come back, he saw darkness in front of him.
As if trapped in a space of his own, Qi Yan groped in the darkness, but found nothing.
The calls in my ears gradually became clearer, and even my sense of smell became clearer. The strong taste was not what he liked, it was slightly bitter and even more unpleasant. Xizhao's words were as if he was going to be thrown into the medicine pool in the next second. Qi Yan's heart trembled. He wanted to see clearly what was going on, but he couldn't open his eyes.
"If you can't afford it anymore, you will end up in this bath."
-No! Don't want to go in!
"This bitter medicine soup has soaked your tender white skin, and I'm afraid your skin will turn dark."
—I don’t want it anymore! Xizhao, if you really love and protect me, don't throw me into that medicine pond!
Xizhao just muttered to himself. When the medicinal bath was ready, Xizhao took off his shirt, picked up Qi Yan, and prepared to walk in the direction of the medicinal bath.
"Wake up quickly. If you can't wake up, I will go with you."
"… Well… "
There was a pause in the movement of walking, and a trace of confusion flashed between Xizhao's eyebrows. He lowered his head and looked at the handsome man in his arms. Everything was as usual, as if no sound had been heard just now.
"Qi Yan?"
"No..." There was another cry, and this time what matched the sound was the slight frown of the person in his arms.
Xizhao was pleasantly 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 almost inaudibly trembling.
"Qi Yan? Are you... awake?"
"..." Qi Yan was silent this time, but his frown gradually relaxed, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he would open his eyes in the next second. Xizhao became even happier, but he pondered in his heart. Is the so-called fighting poison with poison really a prescription, or is it... spiritually fighting poison with poison
A glimmer of light gradually broke through the darkness, and the white world replaced the darkness. Qi Yan's eyes were a little dizzy from the white light. He wanted to raise his hand as if he was uncomfortable and moved his fingers, but he didn't have the strength to lift his entire arm.
"Qi Yan." Xizhao called coldly with a hint of excitement.
"West..." Qi Yan opened his mouth, but was unable to say the next word.
"It's me." Xizhao's cold face finally showed a smile: "Open your eyes and look at me."
"Can't open it..." Qi Yan said these two words vaguely, and then he could only forcefully open his eyes and continue to look at the little white light in the darkness.
Xizhao sighed, straightened his body, and twisted the corners of his quilt: "No need to be so anxious, take your time."
After sleeping for so many years, it’s understandable that I can’t get up for a while. But Xizhao didn't want him to sleep, fearing that if he slept for a few more years...
"Don't sleep, take your time." Xizhao held Qi Yan's hands and rubbed them gently: "It's just stiff, it'll be fine in a while."
Qi Yan didn't dare to sleep after listening to his words, even if there was a blinding whiteness in front of his eyes, he didn't 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 vented your anger on my face, right?"
Xizhao chuckled softly: "Just now, you could not even speak intermittently, but now you have strength again?"
"My face used to be delicate and delicate. Without jade skin and rouge, I don't know if it's rough or not."
“It’s rough.”
When Qi Yan heard this, his eyes suddenly opened and he couldn't care less even if the white light dazzled his eyes. The next second he opened his eyes, he sat up suddenly. If Xizhao hadn't reacted quickly, their foreheads would have come into close contact.
"There's a round mirror!" Qi Yan didn't know where he got the strength. He walked around the house but couldn't find any mirror: "Hey, why is there not even a bronze mirror in this shabby house?!"
Xizhao didn't speak, his eyes slightly opened, and he stood by the bed and watched Qi Yan regain his energy.
Qi Yan and Xizhao looked at each other for a long time. After a moment, the two of them somehow looked at each other and smiled.
"See you again..." Qi Yan said softly.
Xizhao smiled lightly, stepped forward in two or three steps, and hugged Qi Yan.
This glance lasts ten thousand years, and this embrace is the arms that will never let go for a lifetime.
Good things spread quickly, and soon Xue Sha and others knew about Qi Yan's awakening. When Qinglong came, Qi Yan also asked him why he gave Xizhao so many strange prescriptions, and why he used poison to fight poison, and whether he was deliberately mocking him.
Qinglong remained silent, covering up the undeniable light in his eyes.
Anyone who knows anything knows that when Qi Yan wakes up, he is just short of something bigger than the one in between to stimulate his nerves.
Qinglong will study whatever Qi Yan is most afraid of.
Later, Xizhao also found out about this. Even a shrewd person like Xue Sha understood. Bai Hu heard about it from the letter and laughed even more. Only Xuanwu, who was still at the border, felt that his elder brother Qinglong's prescription was very effective.
Qi Yan couldn't bear his temper. Xue Sha wanted to take him away after his condition stabilized, but he refused.
The name is beautiful, and he likes the elegance of this bamboo forest.
Little did he know that it was the more elegant people in the bamboo forest who cared about his heart.
"You have to treat me better. For you, I gave up the lively paradise."
"Oh? Isn't it for this elegant bamboo forest?"
"Hey, you are just making fun of others..."
"That's all, this is the real paradise."
The beautiful woman in red looks like a wisp of red clouds in the green bamboo forest, and the white shirt faintly exposed in the middle matches it in every possible way.
[I would like to retreat to the mountains and forests with you, play the piano and calligraphy, and use the best years to appreciate the myriad things in the world.]