Chapter 283 Do you dare to abandon me for the third time?
The wind from Yue State cannot reach Jing State. Even though the courtyard is filled with the fragrance of flowers, Yi An can no longer smell it.
He sat at the head of the bed with a pillow behind his waist and a thin blanket covering half of his body. His face was as pale as a piece of unfolded paper.
The doors and windows of the house were closed. Wen Suili sat on the carved chair beside the bed with a sad expression. From time to time, Yi An's anxious coughs could be heard. Blood surged from his lungs and was coughed out from his itchy throat.
Yi An wiped it with a handkerchief, held his heart with one hand, and breathed very slowly and carefully several times before he managed to say, "I've been feeling very panicky lately..."
Wen Suili was grieving in his heart, but he comforted her gently: "Brother, don't worry too much. Xiaolin and Xiaoqing will definitely return safely. Take the tonic first and have a good rest and sleep."
The silver-haired boy obediently drank the bitter Chinese medicine. Even Wen Suili would frown at the taste, but he drank it without blinking. Wen Suili was stunned and asked in disbelief: "Brother, your sense of taste and smell..."
Yi An's hand holding the bowl froze. He wiped the medicine from the corner of his lips and slowly smiled at Wen Sui Li: "Well, that's all."
The image of Wen Suili in his eyes was blurry, with his features vaguely discernible in the hazy outline. The boy spoke with the gentleness that an elder usually has: "You are all by my side. The decline of these senses will not affect my daily life."
He said it easily.
But he was almost unable to see and hear, and even his sense of touch was slowly disappearing, and deprivation of the five senses was only the first step.
Yi An coaxed her worried brother out of the room by various means, and reached out to take out three copper coins from the small wooden box beside the bed.
Use copper coins to tell fortunes and predict good or bad luck.
"The living are passers-by, and the dead are returnees."
The copper coin is thrown on the soft fabric of the quilt with the side facing up, which is the Yang Yao.
He asked something in his mind, and then used copper coins to draw the hexagrams six times before starting to draw the hexagrams and interpret them.
Qingjun's face was as pale as paper and was covered with fine cold sweat. His disordered breathing was low and rapid. The hair on his temples was wet with sweat and stuck to the sides of his face. He felt a sudden pain in his chest and quickly covered his mouth with his hands. He swallowed the fishy blood back with force.
After a long while, his cracked lips uttered a word very softly:
"South."
…
The clothes of the secret guard who picked up Jun Lin and evacuated were also wet with cold sweat. It was really that Emperor Jing's aura was too intimidating. His overly strong internal energy seemed to be stirring up a strong wind around his body, forcing him to slow down his pace.
She is trying to break through the acupuncture points.
Upon hearing this information, Dark Guard clenched her teeth, and just when she was about to break out, she was locked in a small room and her limbs were locked.
The iron chain swayed, and her eyes, faintly red like a devil, suddenly looked towards the secret guard.
The leader was alerted by the dangers and his body was stiffened. He faced the furious Emperor Jing with his head held high: "Your Majesty asked us to prepare iron chains in various places before leaving for Jing State. If he cannot control the danger this time, he will control you until the danger is over..."
The thick iron chain was like a death warrant, slamming and shaking, each sound getting more urgent than the last. Veins popped out on Jun Lin's forehead. Even if the acupuncture points were broken, they would still be locked here. His anger was at its peak, and every word he spoke seemed to be mixed with extreme hatred: "My Lord..."
As she struggled, the iron chain shook violently, making the secret guards shudder. The leader swallowed the sun's water and was ready to die. He said firmly, "I will carry out your majesty's orders until my death. Emperor Jing... Emperor Jing, you should follow your majesty's wishes and live well!"
Jun Lin's eyes suddenly widened, her eyeballs were full of bloodshot, and a few strands of hair stuck to her scarlet lips as she struggled violently. Her chest heaved with anger, and her wrists were aching from being rubbed by the cold iron chains, but these were far less painful than the pain in her heart.
"Are you just going to watch your master die?!"
"I have a way to save the King of Yue. That's why I want to follow him into battle!"
"That's my senior brother! I've been with him since we were five years old! Our relationship is deeper than any of you! I only need a handful to hold him back, I only need a handful to hold him back..."
Her voice became hoarse, and her black hair, which was originally neatly tied up with a jade crown, was scattered all over. Her cold eyes under her shattered bangs were like a poisonous snake: "Let me go, and I will forgive you for what you did. If you are late, when I am free, I will kill you all! Kill the whole Yue Kingdom!"
The sound of iron chains colliding was incessant, and the secret guards clenched their fists and lowered their heads in silence.
How could they not want to save their master?
But it is difficult to disobey the Lord's command.
Jun Lin sneered: "If it's any later, he will really die in there!"
After an unknown amount of time, the leader said in a trembling voice: "Can you really save His Majesty?"
Jun Lin exhaled rapidly: "Of course!"
The man moved his clenched fist and took out the key from his pocket.
Everyone wants to save the ministers.
Therefore, after getting Junlin's assurance, no one spoke up to stop it.
The shackle-like chains were opened, and her limbs were free again. People could hardly see her figure clearly. She picked up the heavy sword leaning against the wall, put it behind her, and climbed onto the horse, leaving only a trace of her.
The secret guards' hearts were beating fast.
If they can save their master, they will be willing to do so when their master charges them for disobeying his orders.
Jun Lin rode as fast as she could and spat out blood-stained saliva, which was obviously from the forceful breaking of the acupuncture points and the anger that came over her. She was now like a hedgehog, covered with thorns, violent and cruel, and she wished she could use these thorns to stab the ministers to death.
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There was a round stone platform in the formation, and the man sitting on it looked like a Buddhist sitting on a lotus platform in flames. His black hair was draped behind him, his soft eyebrows were gently closed, and his thick eyelashes were so quiet that they never trembled. He looked handsome and charming.
He was fiddling with the bright red jade Buddhist beads in his hands, his lips were still as if he was chanting sutras in his mind, and the expression on his face was sad and kind.
Holy, holy, untouchable.
The sound of tiny footsteps rang beside his ears, and the man's long eyelashes like crow feathers trembled slightly, and his eyes as bright as black jade slowly opened.
He saw the devil.
The evil ghost with disheveled hair, a gloomy look, a seductive face and sharp fangs was looking at the lotus platform with eyes that seemed to wish to eat him alive, and the heavy sword in one hand made a harsh sound as it scratched the ground.
The man approached step by step, and finally stretched out his cold, slender five fingers to tightly grasp the man's collar, with such force that he almost fell off the lotus platform.
The evil ghost pulled the Buddhist child down, and asked again with murderous intent: "Now I have found it again."
"Do you dare to abandon me for the third time?"