Chapter 69 Choose a Tianji Pavilion Master, You Deserve to Die
She said this but could only bandage him up.
She tore the cloth, applied the medicine, and then neatly tied the knot. The whole process was done in one go, something she was used to.
What kind of thing was this? One was a master swordsman, the other a strategist of the time. Two top masters, fighting to the death, and in the end, she, a doctor, was left to clean up the mess.
But I could only be careful not to touch his cold skin, just like a pipa player must be careful not to disturb any strings.
One end of the string was connected to her hand, and the other end was connected to the unfathomable heart of Young Master Jin Sheng.
"Okay," Qing Guiyu tied the last knot and clapped his hands. He looked at this and that, feeling overwhelmed.
"Just listen to me. Let's go to that Tangquan Villa first."
Tangquan Villa was indeed as secluded and quiet as Chen Juansheng had said.
The villa is not big, hidden in a gently sloping valley in the snow-capped mountains. The pavilions and towers are all built small and exquisitely. In the rugged scenery of the north, it appears particularly abrupt and also particularly comfortable.
The furnishings are exquisite and perfect, and the house is very warm, just like the place where the owner of Tianji Pavilion hides his mistress.
After walking around the pavilion, I saw that it was a place where hot spring water from underground was drawn to form several pools of different sizes, with white mist lingering on the water surface all year round.
It was probably the work of that little girl Li Chengjin. Even the luxurious enjoyment had a sense of careful planning.
Qing Guiyu held his forehead with his hand.
The three of them were silent all the way here.
Lu Guiyan has always been a man of few words. At this moment, his physical strength has been greatly damaged, so he is even more calm and composed. Only when he occasionally talks does he show some of the gentleness of a living person.
And Shen Jiansheng, since the ridiculous farce at the Sword Tomb, had returned to his gentle and harmless appearance. Being held by her, he was like an lingering dark shadow, his hand on her pulse point, occasionally curling up his fingers, trying to hook her fingertips.
Qing Guiyu walked in the middle, and felt that on one side was the cold and lonely snow mountain white crane, and on the other side was the cold and gorgeous snow river poisonous snake. The two auras intertwined, making his head even more confused.
What is this? She wondered in her heart, the protector on the left and the devil on the right, am I, Qing Guiyu, going to the West to obtain the scriptures?
If I really meet the Buddha, I will definitely settle this bad debt with him.
It is precisely because this is too weird and makes people feel uneasy.
So as soon as she entered the villa, she pulled Lu Guiyan into the quietest guest room on the east side without saying anything, closed the door, and isolated the engraving sound outside.
"Little Brother, please sit down and let me take a look for you."
She pressed Lu Guiyan onto the couch and took his pulse without hesitation. Her fingertips felt icy cold, a weak, intermittent pulse that was more dangerous than a candle in the wind.
Qing Guiyu's heart sank, and her expression grew solemn. She pulled out the needle bag she carried with her, picked out a row of slender silver needles, and carefully warmed them over the candlelight, her movements focused and gentle.
"The Ice Stream Meridian Cleansing Technique uses cold energy to flow through the meridians, forcing the sword intent to burst forth. This is extremely draining of your heart and blood. Your heart and meridians are weak, and your Qi and blood are both depleted. If you continue to use your Qi, you will be completely exhausted."
As she spoke, she steadily inserted the silver needles into several large acupuncture points on his chest.
Lu Guiyan sat quietly, letting her give him acupuncture. His cold eyes just looked at her quietly.
"I see you haven't had a good rest in all these years," Qing Guiyu whispered. "Where have you forgotten the Qi-nourishing mental method of Medicine King Valley?"
"I haven't forgotten," Lu Guiyan said softly, "it's just... I don't have the time."
Qing Guiyu paused her hand movements, raised her eyes, and met his eyes that were as calm as water.
She felt sad, so she turned her head away and concentrated on practicing her internal energy, slowly transferring the Huangdi Juezhen internal force into his body along the silver needles, and combing his almost exhausted meridians.
This method is mentally exhausting and extremely dangerous.
But their hearts remained remarkably steady. For a moment, the only sounds in the steamy room were the steady breathing of the two people and the gentle trembling of the silver needle.
The atmosphere was quiet and peaceful, as if she had returned to the past in Medicine King Valley, when she was still the junior sister who followed him and showed all kinds of tricks when studying medicine and martial arts.
Outside the window, the sky was hazy with rising water vapor.
Shen Juansheng stood outside the closed door, motionless.
He did not leave, nor did he knock on the door. He just stood there quietly, like a black statue forgotten in the corridor.
The water vapor slightly soaked his dark robe, and the luster of the gold thread also became dim.
He couldn't hear the conversation inside, but he could clearly feel that behind the door, her warm and fresh breath was flowing to another man without reservation, bit by bit.
Inside the room, Qing Guiyu's eyes were tightly closed, beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and the silver needle trembled slightly beneath her finger. Finally, a faint trace of color appeared on Lu Guiyan's pale face.
Outside the house, Shen Juansheng slowly lowered his eyes.
He looked at his hand wrapped in gold thread, and the wound on his arm. The blood had seeped through the cloth, staining it with a dark, wet mark.
He slowly raised his hand and covered his heart.
There is no pain there.
He was hanging on to his life with random acupuncture needles and his bones were frozen by the cold marrow exercise. He no longer knew what pain was.
Young Master Jin Sheng understood people's hearts and was too smart. He was smart enough to clearly guess how focused and distressed she was behind that door, and how she poured everything she had into others.
She was anxious for him, angry for him, cried for him, and fought for him.
She would also diagnose herself, scold herself, and even... kiss herself.
But that's different.
It was a compromise forced by necessity, a response made in frustration, and a charity mixed with irritability and pity.
But I have never been like this before, willing and selfless.
He smiled gently, the smile was silent, but sadder than crying.
The mist blurred his overly beautiful peach blossom eyes, leaving only a cold, gloomy desolation.
That's not jealousy. Jealousy is hot and makes noise.
It is a deeper, colder form of torture that is completely isolated from the outside world.
Finally, his eyelashes trembled, he turned around and pushed the door open a little.
Watching her fingers gently press on his wrist, watching her bend down and breathe her breath on the side of someone's neck, watching the warmth in Lu Guiyan's eyes that belonged only to her, like melting ice and snow.
This cold poison silently spread from the deepest part of his heart, passed through his limbs and bones, and invaded his bone marrow, freezing his entire body into a piece of ice that had already rotted and shattered inside.
But Shen Juansheng still just smiled and watched quietly.
It was like watching a wonderful play that had nothing to do with me.
Two hours later, Lu Guiyan's injuries finally stabilized. She felt relieved and told him to have a good rest. Then she walked out of the room exhausted.
Her internal energy was over-consumed, causing her face to look pale and her steps to appear unsteady.
When he looked up, he saw Chen Juansheng leaning on a pillar not far away, holding two cups of ginger tea in his hands, staring at the pool in the courtyard shrouded in hot spring steam.
It was late at night, and the moonlight was refracted by the water vapor, making his dark figure look even more hazy.
"Why are you here?" Qing Guiyu walked over, his voice filled with fatigue.
"Wait for Miss Qing," Chen Juansheng turned around after hearing the voice, handed her one of the cups of ginger tea, and asked her to sit down at the stone table in the corridor. "It's late at night and the dew is heavy. Miss Qing has worked hard."
"Hmm." Qing Guiyu took the tea and took a sip. The warmth flowed down his throat, dispelling some of the chill. "What about you? Why don't you go back and rest, and stay here in the breeze?"
"Wait a moment longer and see Brother Lu off." He replied in a deep voice.
She said this as if her senior brother was about to ascend to heaven at the next moment.
Qing Guiyu didn't bother to pay attention to his sarcastic remarks. He blew on the tea and took another sip.
"See him off? Where can he go?"
Shen Yansheng pursed his lips,
"Of course... go where he should go."
He was silent for a moment.
"The Cao Gang Jiaotang smuggled saltpeter, not just for fighting in the underworld," the voice was calm, but like a huge rock hitting the lake, it stirred up a thousand layers of waves.
"That batch of saltpeter was intended to be shipped to the Tianji Pavilion, but its real destination was indeed the Northern Frontier. It wasn't to be used for fireworks for the Queen Mother. Their real goal was to blow up the thousand-mile-long dike outside Yuzhou City during this year's autumn flood season."
The teacup in Qing Guiyu's hand shook and almost spilled out, so he quickly put it back on the table.
The thousand-mile-long embankment, Yuzhou City...there are the city life she is familiar with and the neighbors she has treated.
But Shen Yansheng continued slowly and gently,
"Yuzhou City is surrounded by rivers on three sides. By then, it will be a swamp, and the people will be displaced. The northern border has heavy troops stationed in the east, with over ten thousand cavalry, and the west is also passing through this river. All ships are sailing, and it is just the right time—"
He slid his slender fingertips across the stone table and said nothing more, but the bloody smell brought by the unfinished words was more frightening than any words.
Invasion from the south.
Suddenly, there was the sound of a sword behind him. Qing Guiyu was shocked and turned around. He saw that Lu Guiyan had already stood up. Although his face was still pale, his breathing had become much calmer, and his cold eyes had regained some spirit.
The tip of the Wuwang Sword pointed straight ahead, with a cold light flashing.
"Master Tianji," he said coldly, "You deserve to die."
Qing Guiyu's heart was in his throat. He was thinking about whether to step forward to stop him, but he saw that Chen Juansheng did not retreat but advanced, and walked to the front of Lu Guiyan's sword, without even looking at the sword that could easily take his life.
"Brother Lu is very understanding and must have the answer." Chen Juansheng smiled slightly and turned sideways, his eyes still fixed on Qing Guiyu. His eyes were so gentle that they could catch the moonlight. "If Brother Lu doesn't believe it, you can go and check it yourself. But the autumn flood waits for no one, so Brother Lu should hurry up."
Qing Guiyu was furious and anxious. He first glared at Chen Juansheng fiercely, then turned to Lu Guiyan and said anxiously, "Junior Brother, I'll go with you!"
Chen Juansheng turned his head and looked at her steadily. The melancholy and madness in his beautiful peach blossom eyes, which had just been covered by mist, suddenly dissipated.
Lu Guiyan finally just shook his head, "Junior sister, this trip is very dangerous, it is not trivial. You..."
"What do you mean by 'I'?" Qing Guiyu interrupted him. "I'm a wandering doctor, used to traveling far and wide. Your strength and health are severely damaged now. I'm worried about you going alone."
As she spoke, she was about to pull Lu Guiyan's sleeve, but a cold hand stopped her wrist.
"Miss Qing," Shen Juansheng's voice sounded beside her ears, soft and melodious, with lingering feelings, "If you are worried, you should stay by my side."
He slowly tightened his fingers and pulled her closer, his eyelashes drooping, a faint blush on his face.
"As long as Miss Qing stays here safely, I guarantee that this plan of the Northern Frontier will never succeed."
The black robe fluttered, and the golden thread shone. Shen Jiansheng turned around and placed the two cups of still warm tea steadily on the stone table in the courtyard.
"select."
He said, pushing a cup of tea forward, "Your senior brother," and then took the other cup of tea aside.
"It's still me—"
He smiled lightly, as if he felt some sadness, and mocked me.
"—and the lives of 100,000 people in Yuzhou City."
"Pick one."
This is not a choice.
In this way, Yuzhou’s livelihood was used to exchange for her not daring to slip away.
Overt conspiracy, upright and honest,
But it is the most sinister and vicious trick in the world.
Qing Guiyu was stunned for a moment.
No choice.
This young man in black clothes transformed people's hearts, morality, and the safety of the world into thin silk threads in his hands, weaving them into an exquisite net.
She knew Shen Juansheng too well.
With Master Jin Sheng's ability, if he says he can do it, I'm afraid he can.
But the price is that she has to push her brother into danger with her own hands, while she herself has to stay by the side of this poisonous snake.
"Junior sister," Lu Guiyan's voice suddenly sounded, with a hint of comfort in his voice, "You don't have to be embarrassed."
He sheathed his sword, and the sound of the blade being sheathed was clear and crisp in the misty courtyard.
"I will investigate the matter of Yuzhou myself. You..." He looked at her with complete trust and gentleness in his eyes, "Take good care of yourself."
After saying this, he actually turned around, his white clothes floating in the mist, and disappeared outside the villa.
Qing Guiyu stretched out his hand and wanted to call him, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't utter a word.
There were only the two of them left in the courtyard.
The water vapor was still rising, breaking the moonlight into pieces.
Qing Guiyu slowly turned around and looked at the handsome young man who was still sitting at the table with a calm expression.
"Shen Yansheng," she said angrily, "Are you happy?"
Shen Juansheng didn't answer, raised his hand and took back the two cups of tea.
He lowered his head, his black hair hanging down, and just stared at the tea shaking in the cup. After a long time, he said softly and tremblingly,
"Miss Qing, I...I made you angry again."
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