Chapter 46 Red Eagle 3 "I said you smell good."

Starting from Ninglang County, we traveled day and night for two days and arrived at Ganning Township.

It was scorching hot and it was the busy farming season, so there were few pedestrians on the streets. As usual, the group found an inn to stay in and rest for half a day, and then went out when the weather was a little cooler in the evening.

The lower the administrative level, the more people make a living by farming. In Ganning Township, most of them are farmers, so you basically won’t hear any discussion about the Jizhou case here. What everyone talks about is basically the weather and crops.

The farmers were all very simple and honest. Zhu Song only spent two pots of wine to find out the whole story from an old man who was enjoying the cool air.

Forty-three years ago, a rare drought struck Ganzhou. For three months, there was no rain. All the crops dried up, leaving no harvest. With the government taking no action, everyone, having eaten their stored food, resorted to digging up grass roots and tree bark. However, there were so many people that the grass and bark quickly ran out, leaving them with only mud to eat. The mud was too much to defecate, and many people died of bloating.

Later, with no other options left, some young and middle-aged men gathered together and went to the government to ask for an explanation. When the government refused to give an explanation, they intercepted the passing caravans, robbing everything and taking everything.

The commotion was so severe that even after it rained three months later, the chaos did not stop. Finally, the government stepped in to distribute seeds and food to the farmers, and the matter gradually subsided.

Zhu Song and his group returned to the inn one after another. They exchanged information, but there was little useful information because the chaos back then was not just about children and women being thrown around, but there was even the phenomenon of cannibalism.

Zhu Song estimated that based on the population of Ganning Township at that time, there were at least thousands of children affected by the disaster. Finding Yi Kangning among these thousands of children was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Wen Fengxuan once again studied the manuscripts left by Yi Kangning, but he did not gain much. From his manuscripts, he only knew that he had many brothers and sisters. However, according to the investigation, basically every family had many children at that time, with as many as a dozen and as few as three or four. Moreover, there was no way of knowing how many children Yi Kangning was talking about.

Zhu Song analyzed: "His main purpose in bringing up the fact that he has many brothers and sisters is to reveal his own background."

Zhu Lingye agreed, "Not to mention the countryside, even in the capital, there are very few families with only one child. This is not a clue at all."

Wen Fengxuan nodded, "Then the only clue now is the eagle, but I don't know what this eagle refers to?"

Zhu Song couldn't figure it out either, and the clues basically ended here.

"Let's stop here for today. Let's rest first and continue looking tomorrow."

Everyone agreed and went back to their rooms.

Zhu Song lay in bed thinking about the case, but he had no clue. He tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. He watched the moon climb higher and higher, holding the treetops.

The moon was at its zenith. Zhu Song blinked his dry eyes and was about to go to sleep when suddenly there was a short, small knock on the door.

Zhu Song was a little surprised. Who wasn't asleep at this time?

When he opened the door and saw Wen Fengxuan, he was not surprised at all. Zhu Song stepped aside to let him in, closed the door, and followed Wen Fengxuan and asked, "Young Master, why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Wen Fengxuan replied: "I couldn't sleep. Did I disturb you?"

Zhu Song quickly said, "No, I didn't fall asleep either."

The two sat down opposite each other, their eyes locked. For a moment, neither spoke first. The atmosphere felt a bit strange, and Zhu Song was the first to look away, coughing softly against his lips. "Do you have any ideas?"

Wen Fengxuan asked, "Does this count as insomnia?"

Zhu Song looked up at him in confusion, as if he had not expected him to suddenly become so jumpy.

Wen Fengxuan continued, "Insomnia is a disease and requires medication."

Zhu Song hesitated and replied, "I don't think so. I was just thinking about something and forgot the time."

Wen Fengxuan agreed, "Me too." He breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought I was sick again."

Illness? This word suddenly made Zhu Song realize something. Shit, no wonder the moon is so round tonight, tomorrow is the fifteenth day of the lunar month.

Tomorrow night, Wen Fengxuan will be poisoned again. What should we do?

In an instant, Zhu Song put all the details of the case behind him, and his mind and eyes were filled with only how to detoxify tomorrow.

Zhu Song's brain, which was a little confused at first, started to work rapidly. This matter could not be spread out. The fewer people who knew about it, the better. Zhu Lingye and Li Qiuting, who were traveling with him, didn't know about it. So, either he had to send them away tomorrow night, or he and Wen Fengxuan would leave.

"Yafeng?"

Zhu Song was so engrossed in his thoughts that he only came back to his senses when Wen Fengxuan called him, "Ah, what's wrong?"

Wen Fengxuan looked at him and asked, "Am I wrong?"

Zhu Song was too embarrassed to ask what he had just said, and said ambiguously: "I... I'm a little sleepy."

"Oh, then you should rest first." Wen Fengxuan said as he stood up. It was at this moment that Zhu Song was sure that it was uncontrollable to send Zhu Lingye and Li Qiuting away, and only the two of them would leave.

Zhu Song then reached out and grabbed Wen Fengxuan's arm. Wen Fengxuan looked down at him and said, "Tomorrow, Your Highness, can you come with me to the nearby village to inquire about the situation?"

Wen Fengxuan remained silent. Zhu Song explained, "Yi Kangning was missing for two years before he was found. If he had been found on the streets, it wouldn't have taken two years. I thought he must be hiding in the village, so I wanted to try my luck."

Wen Fengxuan didn't reply. Instead, he reached out and touched Zhu Song's forehead, his face showing concern. "Are you sick? Why are you sweating so much?"

"Huh?" Zhu Song touched his face in confusion. Sure enough, it was covered in sweat. He quickly explained, "It's too hot today."

Wen Fengxuan said: "That's how it is in midsummer."

Zhu Song anxiously asked again, "Are you going tomorrow?"

Wen Fengxuan said, "Go."

Zhu Song's heart fell back, "Okay, then go back and rest early."

"Um."

Wen Fengxuan left, and Zhu Song tossed and turned in bed again, feeling both excited and melancholy. His emotions came in waves like surging ocean waves, making Zhu Song's breathing become a little rapid.

Having suffered from insomnia, Zhu Song slept until noon the next day. He sat up abruptly, annoyed at having missed work and worried that Wen Fengxuan might have already left. He hurriedly put on his shoes and ran out, only to relax when he saw the door of the next room open and Wen Fengxuan and his friends sitting in the room eating.

There was a seat reserved at the table. Zhu Song walked over and Zhu Lingye spoke to him, "I was going to call you for dinner, but the Master said that your injury hasn't healed yet and you've been tired these past few days, so he asked you to get some more sleep."

Zhu Song sat down and said, "I feel much better after a good sleep."

After dinner, Zhu Song arranged the afternoon's itinerary. "I thought last night that we can't just search the streets. We have to go to the nearby villages. My son and I will go to the nearest Shimozi Village today. You guys go look for clues about the eagle."

Zhu Lingye was worried, "Brother, I'll go with you. Many villages are xenophobic."

Zhu Song firmly rejected him, "If you know you are a place of exclusion, then you should not go there. It is so crowded. My sickly appearance is just right for you."

Zhu Lingye has never been able to defeat Zhu Song, so he didn't say anything.

Zhu Song told them in advance: "Depending on the investigation, we may not be back tonight."

Zhu Lingye asked, "Where will you live if you don't come back?"

Zhu Song spoke without hesitation, "When we go there, we just lie and say we're just going out to relax. We pay some money and find someone to stay with for the night, so we can find out more about the situation."

Zhu Lingye was not very satisfied with this arrangement. "Can my lord go through this kind of hardship with you?"

Wen Fengxuan said: "This is not hardship, it's just a variety of experiences."

Since Wen Fengxuan said so, naturally no one would have any objections, and the matter was settled.

Because they were prepared not to come back at night, Zhu Song and Wen Fengxuan packed up simply. Before leaving, Zhu Song went to Xinglintang to buy some ointment.

After buying it, Wen Fengxuan asked him, "What are you buying the ointment for?"

Zhu Song explained, "There are many mosquitoes, snakes and rats in the village, so prepare some plasters to prevent snakes and repel insects."

Wen Fengxuan nodded, "Your Excellency knows a lot."

Zhu Song smiled and said nothing, then drove towards Shimozi Village.

There is no official road leading to the village. It must have rained a few days ago, and the muddy road was deeply sunken on both sides. The carriage was shaking and moving very slowly. Zhu Song underestimated the distance between the two places. As he walked, he came to a dense forest. It turned out that there was only an entrance. He walked around but could not see the exit. It was dark on time.

It’s over, Zhu Song was anxious, but the more anxious he was, the more mistakes he made. The carriage almost overturned, which scared Zhu Song.

Wen Fengxuan advised him, "Don't worry, it's okay to arrive later."

Zhu Song knew that it was no longer a matter of arriving late, it was impossible to arrive before dark.

Zhu Song looked back at the carriage. Zhu Song had slept in the carriage before, and it could accommodate two people.

There's nothing we can do. Man proposes, God disposes. This is the only way. Zhu Song closed his eyes and reined in his horse.

Wen Fengxuan poked his head out, and Zhu Song said to him, "I'm hungry. I've eaten some dry food before continuing on my journey."

Wen Fengxuan replied "OK", got off the carriage and tied the horse to a tree, then got back on the carriage, got into the compartment, took out some dry food to eat, and the big pancakes bought on the street smelled and tasted good, but they were a bit choking, so he had to drink water after eating them.

Zhu Song took one and handed it to Wen Fengxuan, "Try Gan Ning's pancake and see how it tastes."

Wen Fengxuan took it and ate it, commenting, "It's drier than the previous ones."

Just do it, Zhu Song thought to himself, and then handed the kettle to him. Wen Fengxuan took it and took a sip, frowning slightly, "This taste..."

Zhu Song said, "Don't you like it? I bought some lychee wine. The owner said it has a sweet fruity flavor and both adults and children like it."

Wen Fengxuan raised his eyebrows slightly, "It tastes good."

Zhu Song smiled guiltily, "I bought several more. If you like them, you can try them all."

Wen Fengxuan refused, "No, this tastes good enough."

After finishing a piece of bread and drinking a pot of water, Zhu Song looked at Wen Fengxuan's red face and pretended to be surprised, "Why is your face so red?"

Wen Fengxuan fell on Zhu Song, who breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was better that he fainted.

The next moment, Wen Fengxuan stood up, his head shaking as he was too drunk to stand still. "Little Immortal Official, we meet again."

Zhu Song was never calm when they met in the past, so he never felt anything was wrong, but this time he realized it.

We meet again.

Does this mean that Wen Fengxuan actually knows the normal passage of time?

Does he have memories of another Wen Fengxuan?

Zhu Song asked this question out of suspicion, but unexpectedly, Wen Fengxuan lowered his head and laughed, "Little Immortal Official, the place where we meet is different every time. I'm not a fool, how could I not realize that something is wrong?"

He must have drunk too much. The whole car was filled with the sweet smell of lychees. Zhu Song felt a little hot when he smelled it. He didn't know whether he was satisfied with this answer or not. The next moment, Wen Fengxuan held his flushed face and muttered, "It's so hot. I want to go out for a walk."

After saying that, he walked out of the carriage. Zhu Song followed him, still thinking about how to explain to him that he was poisoned.

The exit that he couldn't find just now was unexpectedly found by Wen Fengxuan by accident.

Coming out of the dense forest is a large grassland. The green grass grows very lushly, about half a meter high. When the wind blows, it spreads out like waves. Countless fireflies fly around, which is magnificent.

Wen Fengxuan stopped and asked, "Little Immortal Official, is this a fairyland?"

His tone was so soft, almost whispering, as if he was afraid of disturbing the immortal.

Zhu Song looked around. There were no crops around and no signs of trampling on the grass. Probably no one else would come here.

"I feel dizzy." Wen Fengxuan stumbled a bit, and Zhu Song quickly supported him. He took off his clothes and spread them on the grass. It was summer and he was only wearing one piece of clothing, but fortunately Zhu Song had a piece of cloth wrapped around him, so it wasn't too revealing. "Sit down, I have something to tell you."

Wen Fengxuan sat down obediently, and Zhu Song sat next to him. Wen Fengxuan looked at Zhu Song's chest and asked with concern, "Is the wound not healed yet?"

Zhu Song replied, "It's almost healed. The scars have already formed."

Wen Fengxuan reached out and touched it, "Has it been a long time?"

Zhu Song recalled the last time they met, "Not long, just about ten days."

Wen Fengxuan touched the cloth with his fingertips and then retracted them, seemingly trembling. "Have we been together for the past ten days?"

Zhu Song replied, "Almost."

Wen Fengxuan didn't seem satisfied with this answer. "You told me before that we were together every day."

Zhu Song replied: "We are together every day, I guess."

Wen Fengxuan continued to ask: "Then what is the relationship between us?"

This question stumped Zhu Song. What was his relationship with Wen Fengxuan?

What is the relationship between the poisoner and the antidote?

The relationship between a drunkard and a pervert?

As if sensing Zhu Song's embarrassment, Wen Fengxuan gave up the question and asked, "What did you want to tell me just now?"

At this moment, Zhu Song suddenly realized that perhaps he didn't need to say it at all, because the last time Wen Fengxuan was poisoned, both Wen Fengxuans had no memory of that period. Zhu Song was a little confused, was it simply amnesia or was there another Wen Fengxuan?

Last time, Zhu Song was confused and didn’t understand the situation clearly, so this time he had to figure it out clearly.

Seeing Zhu Song remained silent, Wen Fengxuan turned his head and stared at him, "Why aren't you talking?"

Zhu Song spoke frankly, "I wonder how many people are inside your body."

Wen Fengxuan was stunned. He seemed confused by the question as well. "What do you mean?"

Zhu Song analyzed rationally, "I don't think people lose their memory for no apparent reason."

Wen Fengxuan's eyes flickered, and he looked a little aggrieved, even his voice trembling, "Little Immortal Official, are you afraid of me?"

Although this was unbelievable, Zhu Song did not find it scary. He just felt distressed. "Fuyue must have had a very hard childhood."

Wen Fengxuan lowered his eyes and shook his head gently, "I don't know, maybe I forgot."

Zhu Song comforted him, saying, "It's better to forget. Suffering is nothing worth remembering."

Wen Fengxuan grabbed Zhu Song's hand and said, "Little Immortal Official, I'm so sleepy. Can we go for a walk?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he fell headfirst onto Zhu Song's shoulder. Zhu Song reached out and hugged his shoulders, patting him gently. "Go to sleep if you're tired. I'll stay with you."

The skin under my hands is getting hotter and hotter. This is not right. Could it be the poison?

"Fu Yue, Fu Yue."

Zhu Song helped Wen Fengxuan lie down. When he was thinking about what to do, he saw Wen Fengxuan suddenly open his eyes. His eyes were cold and murderous. Zhu Song had never seen such a murderous expression on Wen Fengxuan's face, but this also made him sure that there really was a third Wen Fengxuan.

"You..." Things developed so suddenly that Zhu Song didn't know how to face Wen Fengxuan, with whom he had had a romantic relationship.

Wen Fengxuan, on the other hand, looked up at the sky and asked, "It's the fifteenth again?"

Zhu Song replied honestly: "Yeah."

Wen Fengxuan quickly glanced at the surroundings and asked, "Did you trick me out?"

Zhu Song explained, "It can't be called a lie. No one knows you were poisoned. I brought you out because I was worried that the truth would be exposed."

"You've chosen a good place." Wen Fengxuan said as his eyes fell on Zhu Song's chest, which was wrapped in cloth strips. He raised his eyebrows slightly, looking a little impatient. "Are you injured?"

It seems that the memories of each Wen Fengxuan are not shared. This makes Zhu Song feel a little better. "Yeah."

Wen Fengxuan's burning fingertips slid across the cloth strips. "Is it serious?"

Zhu Song replied honestly: "I almost died."

Wen Fengxuan snorted coldly, "It's useless."

Zhu Song’s eyes suddenly widened. Wen Fengxuan looked so cool and handsome.

As if sensing Zhu Song's surprise, Wen Fengxuan raised his eyebrows slightly, then hooked his neck and pushed him to the ground, "The poison has taken effect, give me a detox."

This posture made Zhu Song feel dangerous. He grabbed Wen Fengxuan's hand and was about to counterattack. Wen Fengxuan noticed his intention and asked, "Can you still move?"

Zhu Song refused to be outdone and said, "We'll know if it works after we try it."

Wen Fengxuan said, "Before my poison is cured, you, as my antidote, cannot die. Lie down, I will do it myself."

Zhu Song reminded him, "You. I. Can't."

Wen Fengxuan looked down at him and said, "Not interested."

I feel relieved with his blessing.

Wen Fengxuan stretched out his hand towards him, "Things."

Zhu Song was stunned for a moment, "What?"

Wen Fengxuan's eyebrows pressed down, and there was a sense of pressure without anger. "If you don't have what I need, then do something you don't like."

Zhu Song understood and took out the ointment from his body and placed it in front of him, "Can you do it yourself?"

Wen Fengxuan ignored him.

Zhu Song watched the whole process. Facts proved that Wen Fengxuan was just tough in words but actually very unfamiliar. Moreover, he had an arrogant look on his face, which made Zhu Song feel like ants were crawling in his heart.

Beautiful legs, fragrant shoulders, and at the most intense moment, one of her shoes was kicked off.

The blood surged up, pulling at the wound on his chest, but Zhu Song didn't feel any pain, only crazy pleasure.

Hot sweat slid down his red cheeks and dripped onto Zhu Song's face. Wen Fengxuan grabbed Zhu Song's shoulders with both hands and leaned back, his fair neck tense and his sexy Adam's apple firmly caught Zhu Song's sight.

Zhu Song raised his hand and pinched Wen Fengxuan's chin, wiping the sweat off his chin with his fingertips.

Wen Fengxuan stopped and looked down. His cold eyes became moist and charming.

"I'm tired." He said this while panting.

Zhu Song thought he understood what he meant, so he grabbed his shoulders and pushed him to the ground, and the situation changed instantly.

Zhu Song didn't know what level of detoxification was considered, so he could only work hard.

"You are committing murder." Wen Fengxuan gasped for breath and forced out these words from his hoarse throat. He no longer shouted "Stop" in vain.

Zhu Song felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and finally regained his senses. He blinked and looked at the bloodstains on Wen Fengxuan's lips, feeling inexplicably itchy in his mouth.

He moved his lips, but just asked, "Do you want another bite?"

"Where are you coming from?"

Zhu Song thought that this should be a very angry sentence, but when it came out of Wen Fengxuan's hoarse throat, it had a unique charm. Zhu Song's lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

Wen Fengxuan seemed to know what he was thinking. He pinched his chin and rubbed his lips fiercely with his fingers. "You are just my antidote."

Feeling a stinging pain on his lips, Zhu Song narrowed his eyes slightly. He was a person who would only respond to soft words and not to harsh ones. You could say nothing, but you couldn't say such harsh words.

Zhu Song forcefully pried Wen Fengxuan's hands apart. Wen Fengxuan frowned as soon as he exerted force. No matter how domineering he was, his body was many times weaker than Zhu Song's.

Zhu Song gave him a gentle push, and he fell back to the ground. Zhu Song leaned over and looked down at him, "You won't kiss me?"

The two were so close that their noses bumped into each other. Wen Fengxuan turned his face away, "Do you still want to force me?"

Zhu Song chuckled, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but what I'm best at is forcing people."

This remark aroused Wen Fengxuan's fighting spirit. "Oh? Then I'd like to hear how you're going to force me?"

Zhu Song said, "To me, you are no different from a fish on a chopping block. However, I am afraid of pain, especially my tongue. If it gets hurt, it will delay my meal. I want you to kiss me first."

"Impossible." Wen Fengxuan answered him without thinking.

Zhu Song's smile deepened. "Then next time, don't ask me to detoxify you."

Wen Fengxuan raised his eyebrows, looking a little unhappy. "Are you sure?"

Zhu Song stood up and left without saying anything.

There was a crisp sound of "pop" in the air.

The tips of their ears turned red.

Zhu Song had just taken two steps when he heard Wen Fengxuan calling him, "Hey."

Zhu Song turned around and his soft and moist lips pressed against hers. Having put in so much effort, Zhu Song naturally couldn't end the kiss easily.

Until Wen Fengxuan's legs became weak and he almost fell, Zhu Song reached out to support him. Wen Fengxuan took the opportunity to push his forehead away. Although he was pushed away, Zhu Song felt very good when he saw Wen Fengxuan's flushed face and rapid breathing.

"I lied to you."

Wen Fengxuan was unhappy about being tricked. He glared at him with red eyes, "You..."

Zhu Song smiled and replied, "It smells good."

"What?" Wen Fengxuan seemed not to understand what he meant.

Zhu Song repeated, "I said you smell good."

Wen Fengxuan glared at him again and reached out to push Zhu Song away. Zhu Song took a step back in pain, and Wen Fengxuan himself fell to the ground. He gasped in pain and quickly turned over, glaring at Zhu Song. "It's all your fault."

Zhu Song responded good-temperedly, "Yes, yes, it's all my fault."

"There's water in the car, go wash it."

Wen Fengxuan rejected him, "I'm tired and don't want to move."

Zhu Song went to pull him out, "You'll get a fever if you don't get it out."

"It's all your fault." Wen Fengxuan reluctantly stood up, picked up the clothes on the ground and threw them on Zhu Song. He limped forward and complained, "When will your injury heal? Next time you have to carry me on your back. It hurts so much."

Zhu Song said: "Now I can recite it too."

Wen Fengxuan snorted, "Big liar."

There wasn't much water in the car, so to avoid wasting it, Zhu Song washed it. Wen Fengxuan lay on the car, his feet dangling in the air, not looking embarrassed at all, and even in the mood to chat, "You didn't wash it for me last time."

Zhu Chan said: "Washed."

Wen Fengxuan turned around and looked at him, questioning him: "If it wasn't me, how did you lie to him? Did you tell him about us?"

Zhu Song paused. Why did he feel like he was caught having an affair?

"No, he was drunk and didn't ask anything."

Wen Fengxuan was finally satisfied and hummed a few words, "This is a secret between us."

Zhu Song thought, they are the same person, what kind of secret is this?

But on second thought, he didn't seem to regard them as one person.

"Yeah, secret."