kingnovel Chapter 462 Finally picked up the sword again.
Chapter 462 Finally picked up the sword again.
Qi Pan closed his eyes, grabbed the collar of Ying Zheng's shirt with both hands, and his breathing became a little rapid.
Without knowing when, everyone in the room had already left.
The bright flowers in the vase on the windowsill swayed gently in the breeze.
After a long while, Ying Zheng stepped back, wiped the corners of Qi Pan's lips with the back of his hand, and calmed his breathing and the trembling in his chest.
Qi Pan opened her eyes. Her eyes were moist and clear, and her face was lightly powdered.
The originally light pink lips turned deep red, and the lips were sparkling, like a blooming flower.
Ying Zheng couldn't help but lower his head and leaned forward for another kiss. This time the kiss was gentle, like a dragonfly touching the water, it just touched and then left.
"elder brother........"
Qi Pan pulled Ying Zheng's clothes and buried her head in his neck.
Ying Zheng gently stroked Qi Pan's hair. After a while, he let go of Qi Pan, stepped back, and took off her shoes and socks.
He half-knelt in front of her, let her feet step on his legs, applied the ointment on her ankles, massaged gently, and then slowly increased the strength.
After massaging one foot, he moved on to the other foot. Only after he finished massaging both feet did Ying Zheng put shoes and socks back on Qi Pan.
After dinner, Qi Pan dealt with government affairs and lay on the couch reading the newly published storybook from Xianyang.
Ying Zheng was worried that looking at the phone too much would affect Qi Pan's eyesight, so he forbade her to use the phone and even ordered people to collect a lot of storybooks for her.
There were also miscellaneous books and unofficial histories from various countries, filling an entire wall of the room with books to help Qi Pan pass the time.
Qi Pan read the storybook and occasionally looked up at Ying Zheng. He felt that time passed quietly and beautifully.
It seems... eh?
Qi Pan was puzzled, as if she and Ying Zheng had had such interactions in the past?
Something seemed to flash through his mind, but before Qi Pan could see it clearly, it disappeared.
After a short nap, Qi Pan started a new round of rehabilitation training in the afternoon.
Ying Zheng still followed Qi Pan closely, holding her arm and helping her recover.
Ying Yinman and Fusu would also come to the Imperial Master's Mansion every now and then to keep Qi Pan company and relieve his boredom.
Ministers such as Feng Quji and Li Si also came to visit Qi Pan from time to time and gave her some medicinal herbs for her health.
Although life is difficult, Qi Pan is not depressed. He trains actively every day and hopes to recover soon.
Days like this went on day after day, and half a year passed quickly.
"Master, watch carefully, the sword should be used like this!"
Ying Zheng holds a bronze sword in his hand, wearing a tight-fitting suit that outlines the perfect proportions of broad shoulders and narrow waist. As he dances with the bronze sword, his muscular lines are faintly visible under the tightly wrapped cloth.
Qi Pan was also wearing a black suit, holding a bronze sword in his hand, and imitating Ying Zheng's moves.
Her injuries have healed, and through more than half a year of non-stop rehabilitation training, her hands and feet have regained their pre-injury flexibility.
If you just want to hold a sword, you have to practice from the beginning.
Eleven and Twelve, Suiwan Xiu Ge, Xiao Fugui and Xia Lin were waiting on the side.
After Qi Pan and Ying Zheng finished practicing sword, he handed over a handkerchief.
Qi Pan wiped his face and handed the handkerchief back. The feeling of picking up the sword again was really great!
She looked at the bronze sword in her hand and gently stroked its blade. "I can finally pick up the sword again."
Her hands were still shaking a little.
"Congratulations, Imperial Master."
After wiping his hands, Ying Zheng rubbed Qi Pan's head and said, "I will teach you the sword techniques I taught you before again until you learn them."
"Okay! Thank you, bro!"
Qi Pan smiled with his face upturned, and the two of them returned to the house talking and laughing all the way.
Over the past six months, Ying Zheng has gotten used to it. Daily government affairs are brought from the Xianyang Palace to the Imperial Master's Mansion and then handled in Qi Pan's room.
On one side of the room was the place where he handled government affairs, facing the couch.
When Ying Zheng was handling government affairs, he could see Qi Pan sitting on the couch as long as he looked up.
Eleven or Twelve. At the end of the year, Xiu Ge and the others were waiting outside the house, leaving only Qi Pan and Ying Zheng in the house.
While Ying Zheng was handling government affairs, Qi Pan was practicing calligraphy with a pen beside him. The calligraphy he was practicing was Ying Zheng's copybook.
After Ying Zheng finished dealing with government affairs, Qi Pan deliberately wrote a page with ugly handwriting. When Ying Zheng stood beside him checking, he said with a little distress.
"Alas... I've been writing for so long, but my handwriting is still not as good as yours. Brother, can you teach me?"
Qi Pan raised his head and looked at Ying Zheng pitifully.
Ying Zheng had no choice but to stand behind Qi Pan, bend down slightly, hold Qi Pan's pen-holding hand, and teach her to write stroke by stroke.
"This word should be written like this, has the Imperial Master remembered it?"
"Can't remember."
Qi Pan shook his head, and when Ying Zheng turned over, he kissed him lightly on the cheek, "I need you to kiss me so that I can remember it."
She raised her face, waiting for Ying Zheng to kiss her cheek.
Ying Zheng looked at the playful Qi Pan, his eyes moving from her cheek to her lips.
His eyes became deep, and he first leaned over and kissed Qi Pan on the cheek, and then kissed her lips.
"Oh! Brother, you can't do this."
Qi Pan leaned back with a wicked smile, avoiding Ying Zheng's kiss, and at the same time covered Ying Zheng's lips with her hand.
She broke free from his embrace, stood up and hid to the side, "I only allowed you to kiss my cheek, but I didn't allow you to kiss my mouth."
Ying Zheng reached out and grabbed Qi Pan, pulled her into his arms, and pressed her down on the table.
Qi Pan dipped some ink on her hand and dotted it on Ying Zheng's face. Ying Zheng grabbed her hand and said, "Master... is it okay?"
"Um...No."
Qi Pan smiled evilly and shook his head without struggling.
"National Master............"
Ying Zheng's hand around Qi Pan's waist suddenly tightened, and he rubbed Qi Pan's chin with the tip of his nose, "Master... let me kiss you for a while..."
"Well........"
Qi Pan felt a little itchy on his chin and turned his head to the side, "No, no, I won't let you kiss me."
"National Division."
Ying Zheng reached out and pulled Qi Pan's head back, holding it in place, then bent down and kissed her.
“Well, you….”
Qi Pan struggled for a few times, grabbed Ying Zheng's collar and hammered his chest twice, then gave up resisting, closed her eyes and enjoyed the kiss.
After a long time, when Ying Zheng stepped back, both of them had irregular breathing.
Ying Zheng reached out and wiped the water stains on Qi Pan's lips, kissed her lips again, helped her up from the table, and held her in his arms.
Ying Zheng was tall and straight, and he held Qi Pan's slender body in his arms, able to pick her up with just one hand.
Qipan wrapped her arms around Ying Zheng's neck, nestled in his arms, and calmed her breathing.
Ying Zheng sat behind the desk and placed Qi Pan on his legs.
Qi Pan looked at the ink spots on Ying Zheng's cheeks that he had dyed, "Brother, there's still ink on your face."
Ying Zheng took out a handkerchief from his bosom and put it into Qi Pan's hand, "Master, help me wipe it."
Qi Pan smiled and took the handkerchief to wipe off the ink spots on Ying Zheng's face bit by bit, then moved closer to his cheek and kissed him again.