Daqin: White porridge and pickled mustard tuber, I became the national teacher

Chapter 461 Rehabilitation Training.

Ying Zheng's breathing stagnated, his head felt dizzy, and his body felt like it was on fire, burning hot.

He followed Qipan's gaze and moved closer, his breath spraying on Qipan's face, and he gently kissed Qipan on her lips.

At that moment, Ying Zheng felt as if fireworks were exploding in his head. The feeling on his lips was particularly clear, constantly magnifying, magnifying, and magnifying again.

The kiss ends as soon as it touches.

After Ying Zheng stepped back, he pursed his lips unconsciously, and the lychee juice on his lips bloomed in his mouth.

"I'll peel a few more lychees for you."

Ying Zheng's hands were shaking as he peeled lychees. His eyes were slightly drooped, and he didn't dare to look at Qi Pan.

Qi Pan waited obediently for Ying Zheng to peel the lychees, and then ate them happily one by one.

Sui Wan and Xiu Ge stood aside, extremely shocked!

Imperial Master and His Majesty? This, he, they......

The two of them just felt their heads rumbling and they could no longer think at all.

The only thing that kept repeating in my mind was the conversation between Qi Pan and Ying Zheng, and their kiss that ended in an instant.

Not only did the Imperial Master kiss His Majesty, His Majesty also kissed the Imperial Master!

God!

Is this something they can see?!

They won’t be silenced, right? ? ? !

After coming out of the Imperial Master's Mansion, Ying Zheng was already thinking about establishing a queen.

Since the Imperial Master also likes him and they both have a mutual understanding, then the matter of establishing a queen must be put on the agenda.

However, the Imperial Master has not yet recovered his memory. If he discusses with the Imperial Master about making her the queen during this period, let alone whether the Imperial Master would agree, even if he agrees, it would not be appropriate.

Isn't this taking advantage of someone's misfortune?

If the Imperial Master regains her memory and regrets the decision she made when she lost her memory, how will the Imperial Master face it? How will he accept it?

So this matter cannot be rushed, we can prepare secretly first.

Wait for the National Master's injuries to recover and help him regain his memory, step by step.

The next morning, Ying Zheng took Qi Pan to the back garden to see the flowers.

There was still a little mist on the petals in the morning, making them look gorgeous and tempting.

"Master, do you like this flower? I'll put it in a vase for you later."

Ying Zheng picked a bouquet of flowers himself and presented it to Qi Pan.

"I like it. Pick some from over there and put them in the vase together."

Qi Pan pointed at the flowers over there with his chin.

"it is good."

Ying Zheng placed the flower in his hand on Qi Pan's legs and went to pick flowers over there.

Wangcai jumped around Qipan, rolling and leaping, and then rubbed his legs against Qipan's.

She acted coquettishly and begged for caress.

"Ow~"

Qi Pan smiled and moved his legs, "Wangcai, my hand is not healed yet, so I can't touch you. Wait until I am better before I touch you."

"Ow~"

Wangcai seemed to understand. After rubbing against Qipan, he lay down obediently at her feet.

Three months passed in a flash.

"Come on, Imperial Master, be careful."

Qi Pan was able to get out of bed, but she couldn't stand or walk for too long. She held Ying Zheng's arm and moved slowly step by step.

Ying Zheng supported Qi Pan's body, half-holding her in his arms, and helped her with rehabilitation training.

It will take a very long time for the Imperial Master's hands and feet to regain their previous flexibility.

Every time he thought of this incident, Tian Yongliang and those who had hurt Qi Pan were dragged out by Ying Zheng and their corpses were whipped.

After only walking for the time of an incense stick, Qi Pan's forehead was already covered with sweat, and even his back was covered with a thin layer of sweat that soaked his inner clothes and stuck tightly to his body.

"Master, let's stop here for today. You just got off the ground and it's not advisable to move around too much. You have to proceed step by step."

Ying Zheng wiped the sweat from Qi Pan's forehead with a handkerchief.

"it is good."

Qi Pan breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and let Ying Zheng pick her up by the waist. She put her hands around his neck and rested her head lightly on his chest.

Ying Zheng held Qipan in his arms and walked her back to the house with steady steps. There was a soft couch by the window in the room.

Ying Zheng placed Qi Pan on the soft couch and brought a basin of water at the end of the year.

The water is warm. Qi Pan cannot touch cold water since he injured his tendons in his hands and feet, as it would be detrimental to his recovery.

Qi Pan washed his hands slowly and stiffly, took the handkerchief to dry his hands, and then started playing Go with Ying Zheng.

This is a very effective way to train her hand muscles and control. She has no problem grasping large objects like teacups. Now she needs to practice grasping and using small objects.

Qi Pan controlled his fingers and picked up the chess piece. The chess piece was a little slippery and he couldn't pick it up at once. After trying several times, he finally succeeded in picking it up.

Half an hour later.

"Master, this morning's recovery training is over. You should take a rest first."

Ying Zheng put away the chessboard, washed Qi Pan's hands personally, then took the ointment specially made by Xia Wuqie and a group of doctors for the recovery of Qi Pan's wrists and ankles, applied it on Qi Pan's wrists, and massaged gently with moderate force.

Qi Pan lay on the soft couch, enjoying quietly and feeling the warmth on his wrist.

My wrist, which was originally sore from resuming training, gradually became swollen and warm, less painful, and even a little comfortable.

"hiss........."

Hoping for a gentle cry.

Ying Zheng increased the intensity of the massage, "Master, Xia Wuqie said that we should press harder to rub the medicine into the flesh and into the tendons and veins, so that it can exert its maximum effect and speed up recovery."

"Yeah, I know, hiss..."

Qi Pan frowned and moved his eyes from his wrists to Ying Zheng's hands.

Ying Zheng's hands were broad, with thin calluses on the base of the thumb, palms and fingertips. His fingers were long, with distinct joints, and his nails were neatly trimmed and round.

It's a pair of very beautiful hands.

Qi Pan stretched out his other hand and touched Ying Zheng's hand.

"National Division?"

Ying Zheng looked up in confusion.

Qi Pan, "I like your hands, your lips, your eyes, it seems that as long as it is you, I like it."

Qi Pan's gaze swept across Ying Zheng's hands, lips, nose, eyes, and finally landed on his lips.

Ying Zheng's hand that was rubbing Qi Pan froze, and after a pause he continued rubbing, "I like the Imperial Master, too."

After massaging Qi Pan's wrists, Ying Zheng moved forward, his tall body looming over Qi Pan. His eyes swept across Qi Pan's eyes and then fell on her pink lips.

After several months of rest, Qi Pan's complexion has improved a lot, and her lips have become a little pinker.

"May I?"

Ying Zheng approached Qi Pan little by little.

"Um........"

Qi Pan nodded softly, her eyes looking into Ying Zheng's black eyes which were so close to her. She could even clearly see her own reflection in them.

Ying Zheng kissed Qi Pan on her lips, supported himself on the couch with one hand, and placed the other hand behind Qi Pan's head, gently deepening the kiss.