When Wen Shi saw the glaring red on the sleeve, his face turned pale instantly. Although Leng Yan would get sick every year, he still felt heartbroken every time he saw her.
At this time, the servant brought the boiled medicine up and was taken by Wen Shi. Leng Yan propped herself up and sat up to look at the servant with his eyes downcast. It was a face she had never seen before.
She asked Wen Shi weakly, "Where are those attendants?" Wen Shi picked up the medicine spoon and scooped up a spoonful. When he heard Leng Yan's question, he said indifferently, "Oh, I have something to ask them to do."
Leng Yan dodged the spoon that Wen Shi brought to her lips, and instead took the medicine bowl from Wen Shi's hand. She endured the severe pain all over her body and drank the medicine. Then Wen Shi took the medicine bowl without even noticing.
After drinking the medicine, Leng Yan looked at Wen Shi and asked again: "Where did those servants go?" Wen Shi remained silent.
Leng Yan looked at Gong Cang and asked, "Gong Cang, where are the servants?" Gong Cang ignored Wen Shi's threatening look and replied, "They are now being punished to kneel outside."
Leng Yan closed her eyes uncomfortably to ease the pain, then forced herself to say, "It has nothing to do with them. Let them go back." Wen Shi frowned and said, "Yan'er, you don't have to worry about this. They were negligent in their duties first, so they should be punished."
But the next second, Leng Yan spat out another mouthful of blood, with blood on the corners of his lips. There was confusion in his eyes, making him look even more fragile. The smell of blood was mixed with the bitter smell of medicine.
Then Leng Yan fell back on the bed exhausted. Seeing this, Wen Shi called a servant and asked her to go out and wake up the disciples who were being punished outside and ask them to go back.
The attendant went out for a while and came back to tell Wen Shi that it had been done. At this time, Leng Yan had already fainted in a daze.
Leng Yan felt extremely uncomfortable due to the cold and fever coupled with the recurrence of her old illness. Her consciousness was always groggy, and every time she fainted, she would be woken up by the pain in her body not long after.
He spoke with a thick nasal voice, his throat felt like it was on fire, and the medicine he drank was extremely bitter. Over the past few days, he had lost a lot of weight.
The last three days passed, and the period of relapse of the old illness passed, but it took about half a month for the cold to recover. After half a month, the body finally recovered, and Leng Yan saw Qing Huan again.
After being sick, Leng Yan felt his body heavier and his mind more and more tired. He liked to lean on the bed rails with a hand warmer in his hand and chat with the system in his sea of consciousness.
But most of the time it was the system that was talking, and Leng Yan listened with a weary look, responding with a word or two from time to time. The system couldn't stand it anymore and asked Leng Yan if she wanted it to help block the pain in her body, so that she wouldn't feel so uncomfortable.
Leng Yan refused.
The attendants watched Leng Yan become increasingly depressed, with few things piqued her interest. Even after telling Wen Shi, she would only glance at him briefly when he came to see her before lazily closing her eyes.
Wen Shi didn't want to see her so depressed, but he didn't want to let her go either. He quickly walked forward and pinched Leng Yan's wrist. Her wrist was a little painful, and Leng Yan finally opened her eyes and looked at Wen Shi. The indifference in her eyes was no longer concealed, and it fell into Wen Shi's eyes.
For a moment, Wen Shi suddenly felt a little frustrated. Could someone like Yan'er really fall in love? He thought bitterly while feeling the pain brought to him by the Heart-Sharing Curse.
He felt like he was about to despair, but the bright moon was always hanging high in the sky, giving him a glimmer of hope in his despair.
The pain was like a dense, thorny vine that tightly bound his heart. Then, the vines used the heart as nourishment and began to spread to his limbs and bones.
Leng Yan looked at Wen Shi who had been silent for a long time, pulled her hand out of Wen Shi's hand, then put her hand on the hand warmer and closed her eyes again.
Seeing this, Wen Shi's chest, which had been tormenting him all day, finally burst out at this moment. He stared at Leng Yan's closed eyes and asked, "What do you want me to do to make you stop like this?"
Leng Yan opened her eyes and looked at him, her eyes as calm as dead water. She said, "Why? Isn't this what you wanted? I accept my fate. Why are you unhappy here?"
Wen Shi looked at Leng Yan with tears and laughter and said: "Am I not good to you? If you want to kill yourself for Qin Du, can't I just find him back?" As he said that, he was about to call the servants forward to give instructions.
But Leng Yan still had an indifferent expression. Wen Shi finally steeled his heart and said, "Don't even think about dying while I'm here. Wait until I find Qin Du. I'll make him wish he were dead, and Yan'er, besides Qin Du, do you still remember that you are a princess of the Ming Dynasty?"
As soon as these words came out, Leng Yan opened his eyes and looked at Wen Shi and said, "You dare." Wen Shi looked at him with undisguised madness and determination at all costs.
Looking at Leng Yan's expression, he said, "Then Yan'er, do you want to make a bet on whether I dare or not?"
Leng Yan was silent, and finally said: "What do you want?" Wen Shi looked at Leng Yan and said: "Hasn't Yan'er always known what I want? I want you to like me, I want you to smile at me."
When Leng Yan heard this, she pulled the corners of her mouth stiffly towards Wen Shi, forcing a stiff smile. When Wen Shi saw this, his heart ached again. He hugged Leng Yan in his arms, and Leng Yan didn't move and let him hold her.
After a long time, Wen Shi let go of her and looked at her and said, "Yan'er, do you want to go out for a walk now?" Leng Yan turned her head away and didn't see him and said in a calm voice, "No, it's fine now. Go ahead, I won't be like this again."
After saying that, he closed his eyes again. Wen Shi didn't know how long he looked at Leng Yan, and finally turned and left. He felt so painful in his heart. He didn't want to see Yan'er like this. He knew that what Yan'er wanted was freedom, but he sadly found that he couldn't give it to Yan'er.
He knew that if he gave Yan'er freedom, they might never see each other again. He didn't dare to think about whether he would go completely crazy if that happened.
For the first time, Wen Shi, the famous man who had everything he wanted in the world of cultivation, felt powerless.
It turns out that true love is so hard to find in this world.
On the other side, Leng Yan seemed to be cheered up by this incident. She no longer chatted with the system every day. Instead, she began to care about Qinghuan, and a smile appeared on her face from time to time.
After checking Qing Huan's homework, Leng Yan sat by the window, looking at the unchanging snowy scene outside. In her mind, she chatted with the system again.
System: "Sir, why are you still paying attention to these irrelevant people? And why do you ask me to help you hold on a little longer?"
Leng Yan replied calmly, "Because the show has to be done in full. As for your second question, I can't answer it now. If I'm not mistaken, Qingyu will probably come to me again soon."
The system sighed, "Sir, you are truly terrifying. I guess the saying 'wit is almost demonic' refers to you."
Leng Yan lazily replied, "They gave me such a great gift, how could I not return the favor? And if they treated someone else like this instead of me, what do you think would be their fate?"
The system was silent. Yes, what if it was not Leng Yan but someone else here? They were not as smart as Leng Yan, and their ending could be predicted at a glance.
Who is right and who is wrong? Who can tell?
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