Chapter 57: Dreams and the Past, Hong Zhong's Death
Xiao Qingxu waved his hand, Ju Gongcheng signaled the others to close the doors and windows, and hurried forward.
He dug out the small medicine bottle that Ji Suxian had given him before she left from his big bag and handed it to Xiao Qingxu, "This is medicine, take it quickly!"
Ji Suxian had long anticipated that Xiao Qingxu would think that the people in the city might not have enough medicine, and he would definitely take out all his medicine and confiscate it. She specifically asked Ju Gongcheng to keep the medicine in the bag safe, otherwise when she returned and found out that Xiao Qingxu had been in trouble, she would open Ju Gongcheng's bag.
Xiao Qingxu took off his mask, wiped the blood from his mouth with a handkerchief, poured a pill from the medicine bottle and swallowed it, his heartbeat still accelerating.
Here it comes again, this feeling comes again!
A surge of blood surged in Xiao Qingxu's throat, and he covered his mouth and kept coughing up blood.
This time is more serious than the last time. It’s Wanwan, something is going to happen to her!
Xiao Qingxu's consciousness began to blur. He stood up by supporting himself on the table, swayed twice, and fell on Ju Gongcheng before Ju Gongcheng could put his hand on his arm.
Ju Gongcheng is only twelve years old this year and is in the growth period. His height is not even as high as Xiao Qingxu's chest. Moreover, he does not specialize in martial arts and sword techniques. His body is not as strong as Bai Xiaoye and Cheng Yishui. How can he withstand the weight of Xiao Qingxu?
Seeing this, the other two guests hurried forward to support the unconscious Xiao Qingxu to prevent him from being crushed by Ju Gongcheng.
Ju Gongcheng asked them to help Xiao Qingxu to the bed. Seeing that Xiao Qingxu did not respond after calling him for a long time, he reached out to touch his wrist to check his pulse in a hurry.
...Sleep, fell asleep?
Ju Gongcheng scratched his head. Did he learn pulse diagnosis from Su Xianjie incorrectly? That shouldn't be the case. Su Xianjie wouldn't lie to him about medical skills.
"Go call Sister Su Xian over here, quickly!"
Ju Gongcheng only learned how to take a pulse privately with Ji Suxian, and he didn't know much about other medical skills and pharmacology, so he could only call the person back first.
Upon hearing the news, Ji Suxian hurried back to the City Lord's Mansion.
"I will come to you later to settle the score..."
Ji Suxian rushed in hurriedly, took a few big strides and grabbed Xiao Qingxu's wrist, his eyes stunned.
"Um?"
Ju Gongcheng squatted aside, a little nervous, "Sister Su Xian, is the host okay?"
Ji Suxian blinked, turned her head to look at him, and frowned: "Why are you making such a fuss when the host is asleep?"
Ju Gongcheng was also stunned for a moment, "He, he vomited blood before he went to sleep."
"But he's fine."
Ji Suxian felt the pulse carefully again, but could not find any signs of a broken heart pulse, indicating that the patient was about to die.
She thought about it and decided to stay and look after Xiao Qingxu.
After all, no one knew which evil demon this person had used to use some strange method to bring Shang Yuwan back to life. His body was getting weaker day by day. Now he vomited blood but just fell asleep. Just in case, she had better stay with him.
——Xiao Qingxu was dreaming.
He saw himself standing with a man in a white robe. The two of them stood in front of the ice coffin and said the words in his memory. Not far away stood a woman with a red mole on her forehead.
She was dressed in green, standing silently at the door, looking at the back of the man in white robe. There was no emotion in her peach blossom eyes, but for some reason, she could see a bit of sadness.
"Have you thought it through? If this method succeeds, you won't live long."
Judging from the voice, the man in white robe seemed to be an older man.
[Xiao Qingxu] nodded.
Xiao Qingxu walked forward, reached out to touch Shang Yuwan's face across the ice coffin, and listened quietly to the conversation between him and the man.
The white-robed man chuckled, "Does Your Highness Prince Qi trust me so much?"
"After all, His Majesty thought very highly of you back then, Master Wen."
[Xiao Qingxu] had a calm expression, but there was an unconcealable madness in his eyes. At this time, he was not yet so thin, and his figure showed a bit of strength under the gorgeous clothes. He stood in front of the man in white robes like a wall.
"The emperor will never build a Wentian Pavilion for someone without any ability, don't you think so, Mr. Wenqi?"
"You disappeared for many years after the prophecy, and you suddenly came to me at this time. I don't believe that you have no other desire except to help me accomplish my mission."
"Tell me, what do you want?"
Wen Qijun curled up the corners of his mouth, stretched out his pale fingers and pointed at Shang Yuwan who was dead in the ice coffin.
"I want her to assist the Fifth Princess in ascending the throne and let the Princess become the Emperor."
[Xiao Qingxu] looked at the person in the ice coffin, his lips curled down for a moment, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.
He turned his gaze and looked at Wen Qijun, whose white hair fell from his hood.
"Okay. I promise you."
Seeing that he agreed readily, Wen Qijun kindly reminded him, "There's something I almost forgot to mention, Your Highness Prince Qi."
"After all, what we do is a business that goes against the laws of nature. If she comes back to life and encounters danger in the future, the laws of nature will definitely take the opportunity to take her life."
Wen Qijun raised his arm and pointed upwards, "Resurrection from the dead goes against common sense. Heaven will not tolerate her."
Xiao Qingxu glanced at him and said, "If Master Wen has anything else to say, please speak up."
"Her Royal Highness Princess Qi is involved in this and is the biggest beneficiary, so she also has to bear some responsibilities. At this time, Her Royal Highness Prince Qi needs to share more of the burden."
Wen Qijun smiled gently, like a handsome young man.
[Xiao Qingxu] I understood the hidden meaning in his words.
"Can."
[Xiao Qingxu] turned his head to look at Shang Yuwan, whose eyes were closed, and stroked her face through the ice coffin.
"As long as she can survive, I will bear all the guilt and all the costs she has to bear."
Wen Qijun smiled but said nothing.
"Master."
The woman in green walked forward, and Wen Qijun turned and looked at her.
"Master, when my body is controlled by Sister Shang, will you come back to see 'me'?"
[Xiao Qingxu] also looked over.
There was some confusion in the eyes of the woman in green, but she was by no means a child.
Wen Qijun reached out and touched her head, smiling gently, "Of course."
"Achan is the master's favorite disciple."
The woman in green felt dizzy and fell into Wen Qijun's arms.
Before she fainted, she was still murmuring: "...Master, you can't break your promise...Achan will always wait for you..."
Wen Qijun held her in his arms, looked down at her in silence for a long time.
A tear welled up in his eyes and fell under the eyes of the woman in green. The tear slid down her cheek and finally disappeared.
"sorry."
"In this life, Master has let you down."
At that moment, no one knew what he was thinking.
"Your Highness."
Wen Qijun's voice was a little hoarse. "When you wake up, please help send my body to Qu Qiguo."
"When I get to Quqi, someone will collect my body for me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the scene in front of him changed. Xiao Qingxu was startled to see Shang Yuwan holding onto a large broken beam and trying to lift it up.
"Hold on...Hold on...I've asked Twelve to take the refugees and the three children back. Someone will be here soon...You must hold on, Cheng Yishui..."
Shang Yuwan's lips were pale, but her cheeks were red. She didn't dare to let go even though her palm was pierced by the sharp edge of the broken beam.
A little blood flowed from the back of Cheng Yishui's head. He was pressed into the water by the beam of the house. He tried hard to move the beam away, but he had used too much energy to save people before, and the back of his head was hit hard by a piece of wood. Now even his consciousness began to gradually fade away. The beam of the house swayed from time to time due to the turbulent waves, causing both Shang Yuwan and him to lose their balance.
Thunder rumbled in the sky, sending shockwaves through the air. The gauze on Shang Yuwan's hands had been soaked through, leaving wrinkles all over her fingertips.
The rain became heavier than before, and Cheng Yishui couldn't bear it any longer if the stalemate continued!
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