Chapter 20: I'm in the Same Boat with You gave him another slap in the face...
Chapter 20
Although men and women should be careful about each other, Qing Guiyu is well versed in medical knowledge and is not a fool. How could she not know what Chen Juansheng wants at the moment?
Not to mention repaying her for saving his life seven years ago, this Mr. Jin Sheng took advantage of her kindness as a doctor and plotted against her with a vicious scheme.
He pursued her relentlessly, forcing her to cure her cold poison, not hesitating to involve so many people, and even pretending to be a god, hinting that he could save her from the dire straits.
Even though he was restrained by her at this moment, he still felt such unbearable lust.
Her bamboo flute was still against Shen Jiansheng's throat. She raised her left hand and slapped him hard in the face with a crisp sound.
The young man's hands stopped in the air, and a redness and swelling quickly appeared on his originally pale cheeks. The clear palm prints were particularly obvious on his handsome face.
"Chen Yansheng, you really are a beast."
She laughed out of anger, but the anger still in her heart did not subside, so she slapped him hard again.
Shen Jiansheng didn't shy away from the blow, this time she didn't hold back at all, causing a trace of blood to flow from the corner of his mouth. The bright red reflected on the bright red needle marks on the corners of his eyes, and it was particularly glaring on the pale lips.
"Why did I save someone like you in the first place?"
She recalled the young man who had quietly endured the torture of the cold poison in the medicine house.
That young man, though frail and pale, was pure and innocent. He was completely different from the calculating and filthy man before her.
My heart felt a little empty, and then a little sad.
So he put away the bamboo flute, stood up from him, and moved away from the cold, bitter fragrance mixed with the smell of blood on his robe.
"Mr. Shen's kindness, you should keep it well." The girl in green clothes stood straight in the middle of the room, and gently turned the green bamboo flute, hiding it behind her.
"I can handle my own affairs."
Shen Juansheng slowly sat up and leaned against the curtain beside the bed, his expression partially obscured by the veil.
He raised his hand covered with golden thread and slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
The crystal thread that was pressed by his body was pulled up by his movement, and then slid down from his clothes, reflecting the trembling light of stars under the moonlight leaking through the window lattice.
"Miss Qing..." he called softly, his fingers tightly gripping the three life-threatening needles on his heart, his voice hoarse and low.
Qing Guiyu turned around, stretched out a hand, and signaled him not to say anything more.
"Chen Juansheng, there's no need to pretend between you and me,"
Her tone was cold, and she gently tapped the needle on his wrist that was sealed with blood with her green bamboo flute, her eyes swept across the golden threads entwined on the side.
"—Your cold power is sealed now, but the cold poison hasn't taken effect yet. I know that very well."
She pointed her bamboo flute at his swollen cheek. "As for this, it's not even a pain for you."
Shen Juansheng had been suffering from a bone-chilling cold since he was a teenager, and his pain was minimal. He had told her this himself, and it wasn't like she had forgotten it.
She slowly squatted down, her eyes level with his, her gaze bright.
"For every person I save, you kill one? Those you kill are in much more pain than you are."
Qing Guiyu stood up, stopped looking at him, turned around and was about to leave.
"The people I kill, I have to kill them." Shen Juansheng spoke behind her. Although his voice was soft, every word was clear.
She stopped, turned around, and glanced coldly at the young man in black clothes.
"There are already people who deserve to die here. Why should I go to the trouble of killing others?" He said calmly, word by word.
Qing Guiyu pondered for a moment.
Ten strategies for one step, taking advantage of every opportunity. This is truly the way the strategists in the martial arts world plan.
She held the green bamboo flute in her hand, looked at him carefully, and remained silent.
"If Miss Qing is willing to go with me to the Cao Gang headquarters,"
Young Master Jin Sheng supported himself on the bed with one hand, and with the other hand he tightly grasped the crystal silk hanging from his wrist.
"I can explain to you the matter of the corpses floating in the river."
She tapped the bamboo flute lightly and smiled at him, "Thanks for the reminder. But it's okay for me to investigate on my own." But her tone was a little cold.
"I'm afraid it would be more reassuring than traveling with the young master."
After Qing Guiyu finished speaking, he played the bamboo flute, turned around and walked out the door.
The moment she stepped out of the door, she heard a deep and violent cough behind her, as if she was going to cough out her heart and lungs.
"If I say, the girl's fellow disciples..." He covered his mouth with his hands, trying to suppress the cough, and said in a suppressed voice,
"Is he also somewhere in the Cao Gang right now?"
Qing Guiyu was secretly surprised. He thought carefully about the disciples of Yaowang Valley he had met near Yuzhou City in the past few days. Counting them on his fingers, there were only four people in total: Li Mo, the second envoy of the Law Enforcement Hall, Murong Qing, and Lu Guiyan.
Murong Qing comes from a prominent family in Yuzhou, so the Cao Gang will not easily target her.
Did something go wrong when Lu Guiyan was sending Li Guicheng and Mo Guisheng back to the valley?
Thinking of this, Qing Guiyu felt a little uneasy. She was naturally prone to worrying about others, and this made her miss her master for seven years, so she really didn't want anything to go wrong.
So she went out and came back. She walked to Chen Juansheng, the bamboo flute in her hand trembling slightly, and asked him,
"Where?"
"Miss Qing, come with me."
Shen Jiansheng answered calmly, raised his head, and looked directly at her. The violent coughing had just caused a faint blush around his eyes, and the cinnabar needle marks on his eyebrows looked like blood, making his expression even more gloomy.
"tell me."
She took out two golden needles, gestured at him, and said coldly, "Otherwise, you won't be able to use the last 30% of your strength. Is there something wrong with my brothers?"
Shen Juansheng turned his head suddenly, and his drooping hair was pulled into motion. He chuckled, his voice almost trembling slightly.
"If you don't go and see, who will know?"
*
In late spring, when sailing on the river, there is still a damp and cold feeling on the sampan.
Qing Guiyu stood at the bow, her green shirt lifted by the wind, her sleeves fluttering. She turned around, holding a bamboo flute, lifted the curtain, and looked at Chen Juansheng sitting inside.
The boat passed through the water, and the waves sparkled everywhere.
The Tianji Pavilion controls the twelve waterways, along the upper and lower river estuaries, so where don’t they have boats?
But Chen Juansheng didn't use any of it. He just rented a medium-sized boat with her and went upstream towards the headquarters of the Cao Gang.
Before getting on the boat, I saw him saying something to Chaofeng and Pulao.
The two men looked solemn, especially the young man called Pulao, who looked very cautious. He kept talking and seemed to be asking many questions.
From afar, one could see Shen Jiansheng's black sleeves fluttering in the wind, and the gold thread tied around his wrists gleaming in the sunlight.
He stretched out a pale and slender finger, slowly drew a circle with the tip of his finger in the palm of his other hand, and then gently pointed outward.
The two men bowed their heads to him and saluted.
Qing Guiyu felt a little uneasy, but she didn't want to get involved in the internal affairs of Master Jin Sheng's pavilion.
The experiences of the past few days made her deeply realize that what Lu Guiyan said was true - the nine floors of Tianji Pavilion were connected and dangerous, and the less outsiders knew about what was going on, the better.
Yaowang Valley is located deep in the north, while Diancang Sect is adjacent to Yuzhou.
The headquarters of the Cao Gang can be reached by crossing the river from the city wall to the east.
But where was the Tianji Pavilion? She pondered over it, and it seemed as if she had never heard of it before.
I'm curious from the bottom of my heart, but everyone knows that this is something that cannot be pried into.
Chen Juansheng saw her lift the bead curtain, stand up and walk towards him with a smile, the long golden thread fluttering along with his sleeves.
Qing Guiyu held the emerald bamboo flute in his arms, his eyes fixed on the crystal threads hanging from his hands. The thin threads rustled in the sunlight, and a few strands of them were lifted up by the river breeze, flying through the air dangerously and mournfully.
She couldn't help but lament the impermanence of life. When she first met Chen Juansheng a few days ago, he stood on the river, facing her across the water. At first glance, she had been struck by the youth's grown demeanor, thinking him like the emperor's son in the palace, aloof and distant.
How did she become this kind of person? Was it because of the Yellow Emperor's Life-Renewing Needle? She laughed in her heart, yet also felt sorry for herself.
The river flows eastward, and the sound of waves under the boat seems to be whispering, and seems to be mocking, as if saying that everything in this world is ultimately like the river, unable to stop and uncontrollable.
Shen Juansheng stood a few steps away from her, looking at her intently, and suddenly spoke in a somewhat abrupt tone.
"what's on your mind?"
Qing Guiyu turned around and asked him, "Aren't you a prophet? Can you tell fortunes? Can you even read the stars?"
He unexpectedly changed his usual calm demeanor, frowned slightly, and smiled bitterly.
"My divinations...nine times out of ten were wrong. So I stopped using them."
At this moment, the boat shook slightly, and there seemed to be undercurrents under the water.
At the back of the cabin, the boatman shouted to Shen Yansheng,
"The wind is strong on the river, and there are some rapids ahead. Sir, you should take your wife into the cabin! If she falls into the water, who will be held responsible?"
Shen Juansheng smiled and spread out his hands towards her, the golden threads between his fingers gleaming brightly in the sunlight.
He lowered his head and lowered his eyes. His tone was gentle, but still a little teasing:
"Madam, please go to the cabin first."
Qing Guiyu felt a little embarrassed, not knowing whether to leave or not.
Shen Juansheng raised his head, a hint of red appeared in the corners of his eyes, and his tone became softer:
"If the lady is still angry with me, then you, as a husband, can stay away from her."
It was obvious that if he didn't leave, he would continue to say embarrassing things. Qing Guiyu helplessly held his forehead, took a few quick steps, and rushed down the cabin first.
Just then, a large ship passed by with the embroidered flag of the Cao Gang flying high on the ship.
Chen Juansheng pulled up the boat tent, turned around with a smile, and pointed at the boat.
"It's a Cao Gang ship. Let's see what's wrong with it."
Qing Guiyu heard him speak in a strange way, and thinking of the disciple of Medicine King Valley he mentioned before, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"Is it related to Medicine King Valley?" She looked carefully but didn't notice anything unusual. "Is it related to my senior brothers and others?"
Shen Juansheng smiled, but did not show any happiness.
"Your senior brother is hiding his true self," his voice became really cold and distant.
"Compared to him, I am considered a sincere person."
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