Chapter 90: The two who are poisoned will experience symptoms simultaneously...
During her coma, Mingying had many dreams intermittently.
From the first time I met Lin Xian at Fuguang Tower that year, to our reunion in the Northwest, every little thing about him, every word, seemed so real and clear in my dreams.
They boated on West Lake, toured the green hills together, and their companions could be seen everywhere in Jiangnan.
The sun shone brightly and warmly on them.
The scene shifts, and she falls from a height into his chest. A sudden burst of blood-red light fills her vision, making her dizzy and heartbroken.
He held her weakly, his voice barely audible, and smiled faintly at her: "Don't cry, I guess I did protect you this once."
"No..." She closed her eyes tightly, but wet tears slid down from the corners of her eyes, wetting the pillowcase. In her dream, she finally said the words she wanted to say to him, but was too heartbroken to speak.
"It's not worth it."
He loved her with all his heart, but she wasn't worth his life.
Her appearance only brought him endless disasters. He was such a refined and elegant gentleman, who could compose poems and paint pictures with a flourish. If they hadn't met that first year, they would have been two people who would never have crossed paths.
He will have a more unrestrained and vibrant life.
But she couldn't give him anything, not even... the simplest and purest love.
As dawn broke, she awoke from her dream with a start, half her face soaked with tears.
"You're awake?" After learning that she had been poisoned, He Lianqing would come to check on her every few hours while she was unconscious.
As I passed by the tent, I heard her muttering "It's not worth it." I couldn't bear to wake her, so I waited until I heard her get up before carrying my medicine box inside.
Mingying's dim eyes flickered slightly: "Dr. He..."
She wanted to say something more, perhaps she wanted to ask him to save Lin Xian, but she couldn't bring herself to say it, because the heavy reality was gradually unfolding before her, and asking again would be futile.
He Lianqing remained silent, then sat down in front of her. As if he could read her mind, he said directly, "He's gone."
Mingying closed her eyes tightly, and drops of warmth fell onto the back of her hand.
He Lianqing said, "You have been unconscious for several days. Pei Xiaoyun and I made a decision to send someone to bury Young Master Lin back in the Northwest. Once the war is over, if you wish, you can move his grave back to his hometown of Hangzhou."
"The deceased is gone, let it go."
A hand covered her shoulder, and the person who told others to relax was clearly feeling like she was being fried in oil and roasted by fire.
"I'm sorry to him, I don't deserve what he did." Mingying opened her eyes, feeling that the sunlight was a bit too bright. Reality was only painful, so she decided to sink into her dreams.
She considered He Lianqing a friend and a confidant, and these were the only things she could say to him.
He Lianqing seemed to have thought of something, and a thin layer of red appeared in her eyes. Her voice was low and deep: "As long as someone is willing to do that, there is no question of whether it is worth it or not. Just don't let them down."
Mingying stared directly into the sunlight, and her eyes stung.
The setting sun in the north is always desolate and blood-red, and when it shines on people, it brings an indescribable cold.
"What about Xingwei? How is she?"
She suddenly realized that when she rode away alone, the situation on Yanshan Mountain was not optimistic, and she didn't know if Xingwei's curse had been lifted.
“She is free,” He Lianqing said.
Mingying was stunned, her heart pounding like a drum. Although she didn't understand his meaning, she felt a vague sense of fear.
Then, He Lianqing added, "Like Lin Xian, she returned to the Northwest."
He could calmly mention her on the surface, but his heart was still aching with unbearable pain.
The shock on Mingying's face was the same as when he arrived here and heard that Lin Xian was dead.
It's a pity that life is so unpredictable; in the blink of an eye, we are separated by death.
Mingying listened intently as he recounted the whole story. As darkness fell, the wind stirred the curtains, casting lingering shadows across the floor.
She couldn't help but sigh, thinking that all these people had gone through so many twists and turns, each one a tragic entanglement.
She wasn't surprised to learn from He Lianqing that Pei Xiaoyun had also personally led the troops to the front lines.
She longed for the army's triumphant return and for everyone to come home safely, but at the same time, she worried that his memory would return and he would come back to haunt her.
Now that things have come to this, love is long gone, and hate seems pale and powerless; she just wants to live an ordinary life.
Just as He Lianqing said, it's good not to let them down.
—
With the battle at the front in a critical state, batches of wounded soldiers retreated to the outskirts of the city under the cover of the main force and were carried to the camp for treatment.
The military doctors and physicians were extremely busy. The day after Mingying woke up, she joined He Lianqing in treating the wounded.
She learned some basic bandaging techniques and recognized some simple medicinal herbs, and then bandaged and prepared medicine for the wounded in the rear.
She would also ask the soldiers who returned from the front lines about the situation on the battlefield. Only after learning that our army was advancing like a hot knife through butter, defeating the enemy army one after another, and capturing ten cities in a row, did the gloom in her heart finally dissipate.
I only wish for the army to win a victory soon.
She moved among a row of medicine stoves, her body exuding the delicate fragrance of herbs.
Seeing that she hadn't rested all day, He Lianqing took the palm-leaf fan from her hand: "Go to your tent and rest for a while. Someone will watch over the medicine."
Mingying wiped her sweat; she was indeed quite tired. She nodded to He Lianqing.
She felt dizzy and disoriented. When she turned around, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her chest, and she felt as if her flesh was being squeezed and bitten by ants.
She leaned against a tree trunk, her brows furrowed, her heart pounding, and she was breathing heavily.
She remembered the poison she had been given and guessed that it was the poison that had taken effect.
"Are you alright?" He Lianqin asked anxiously as she followed him.
This expression, needless to say, indicates that the "twin" poison has taken effect.
During an attack, both individuals will simultaneously experience the same pain.
He couldn't control what Pei Xiaoyun would do, but seeing Ming Ying like this made his heart pound.
He had someone help her into the tent. Mingying was in so much pain that her forehead was covered in fine sweat, her lips were purplish-black, and she couldn't speak.
He took out the antidote he had prepared beforehand, saying, "Take this quickly."
The antidote for "twins" is not difficult to prepare; the difficulty lies in using blood as a medicinal guide. When Pei Xiaoyun left, she had already prepared the medicinal guide for her. Once she takes this antidote, she will be fine this month.
Perhaps due to the intense pain, Mingying picked up the pill from his palm, put it in her mouth, and swallowed it.
After a short while, the chaos before her eyes gradually cleared, and she could see people and hear voices clearly. The pain in her body also subsided.
It was as if the pain just now was just an illusion.
She grabbed the teapot on the table, poured herself a cup of tea, tilted her head back and gulped it down, finally suppressing the lingering pain.
Seeing that her complexion had softened, He Lianqing breathed a sigh of relief: "Are you feeling better?"
Mingying nodded slightly, one hand supporting herself on the table, breathing heavily. As if she had thought of something, she looked at him and asked, "Doctor He, it's called Twins. If two people take this poison, will they both be poisoned at the same time?"
In front of her, Pei Xiaoyun swallowed another poison pill. From that moment on, the two of them became twins.
She had already sensed the danger of the poison when it first took effect. He was on the battlefield; was he likely in grave danger?
He had hurt her deeply, and sometimes she wanted to hate him forever. So why did he come to save her without hesitation? Why?!
He Lianqing noticed the worry in her eyes, but he didn't intend to tell her the truth.
"This kind of poison will cause both people to experience symptoms at the same time once a month. However, the antidote is easy to make. I already had him take the medicine you just took. Once the poison takes effect, taking the medicine will be fine."
He lied to her and didn't tell her about the medicinal ingredient.
As I said before, as long as someone is willing to do it, there's no question of whether it's worth it or not.
Upon hearing this, Mingying nodded blankly, and her breathing returned to normal.
It's good that everyone is alright; she doesn't want to see anyone else get hurt, including him.
—
At the front, Shen Mingshu and Pei Xiaoyun split up and marched in two separate routes.
Shen Mingshu sent back a battle report that they had captured the enemy's western fortress and were advancing unimpeded.
Pei Xiaoyun had just led his men to capture a city, and the battle flag was planted on the city wall. Before he could even celebrate, he wanted to immediately lead his men to capture another city.
The two cities of Wuhuan are connected and are their lair for practicing poison and making Gu. If these two places are not properly managed and someone escapes, there will be endless trouble in the future.
He led his men forward into battle, their horses' hooves splashing through the mud and water.
"Kill—" The sounds of fighting rose and fell, and the clash of weapons created a chaotic scene.
Pei Xiaoyun's armor was stained with blood, and his eyes were bloodshot. He single-handedly broke through several enemy defenses.
After breaching the city gate, the enemy troops inside the city had already set up a defensive formation and put up a last-ditch resistance.
Pei Xiaoyun gripped the sword in her hand, twisted her wrist slightly, and the silvery sword light reflected on the enemy.
He knew that this city contained their last remaining elite troops. Defeating these people would mean a great victory in this campaign and would also avenge the people who died under the swords of the Wuhuan.
From then on, the Wuhuan could be incorporated into the northwest region, deterring other neighboring countries, and no barbarian tribes dared to invade the northwest and oppress the people.
The soldiers were filled with fervor, fighting from beginning to end, and finally the decisive battle had arrived.
A chilling wind, carrying the stench of blood, swept in, and the desolate afterglow shone brightly, casting several cold glints from the armor of both sides.
"kill!"
In an instant, both sides' troops moved at the command, arrows flew through the air, and thousands of soldiers fired simultaneously.
Pei Xiaoyun killed several people and single-handedly fought off the enemy troops who surrounded them.
He could draw military route maps at the age of sixteen and went to the battlefield at the age of nineteen. He was always accompanied by wind, frost and yellow sand. He was adept at using swords and spears. When it came to military strategy, no one in the entire court could match him. It was as if he was born for the battlefield.
But fate is cruel.
If he had returned victorious at the age of nineteen, he should have been riding high and rising to great heights. Instead, he was stigmatized and took the most difficult path.
But that was the only way he could survive.
He climbed this arduous path, exhausted and covered in blood, dodging countless swords and spears, and forged his own path.
The power and status we have today were earned at a tremendous cost.
He makes no secret of his ambition and ruthlessness, nor does he suppress his passionate love; he will pay the price, and he can afford to repay it.
But hopefully this time, I can repay her.
Warm blood splattered down his face, and a fire burned ever brighter in his heart, driving him to grip his sword tightly, unable to conceal its sharpness, and sweeping the enemy army into retreat.
He was determined not to give the enemy any chance to prolong their lives and was eager to end the battle quickly.
Suddenly, his brows furrowed tightly, his whole body trembled violently, and an endless pain erupted from his heart, the pain like sharp needles, mercilessly piercing every nerve in his body.
He clutched his chest, gasped for breath, and the light in his pupils dimmed slightly, indicating that the poison had taken effect.
The enemy general seized an opening and swung his sword at him with deadly force.
Pei Xiaoyun held his breath, his eyes darting around, and turned his horse around, barely dodging the attack. Due to the violent movement, his internal organs seemed to be shattered, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
There is no antidote.
He knew very well that he could only endure it.
His hands were limp and powerless, and it took him several times the strength to pick up the sword that he had just easily grasped. His will compelled him to raise the sword, and the blade collided with the opponent's knife, sparking a row of bright sparks.
The excruciating pain continued to spread throughout his body, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared densely, making his vision blurry.
This type of poison takes effect simultaneously.
His only remaining sliver of clarity was still thinking: I wonder if she is also in pain, and if she is alright now.
He could endure several times that pain without hesitation, but she didn't want to see her suffer.
He felt his body being torn apart bit by bit by an invisible hand, the blood in his limbs turning cold, and at that moment, the only sound in his ears was the buzzing of thousands of troops.
On the battlefield, swords and spears have no eyes; if he relaxed his vigilance even slightly, the enemy would seize the opportunity to pursue him.
A stray arrow flew toward him, but he yanked the reins sharply, and the horse reared up, carrying him away from the arrow.
But the arrow grazed the horse's belly, and the horse suddenly reared up and neighed, violently throwing the rider off its back.
Immediately afterwards, several more arrows flew through the air, and the atmosphere seemed to freeze.
One of the generals, his eyes blazing with fury, turned around and shouted.
"His Majesty!!"
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