Chapter 76 I say, why are you crying? Isn't it pitiful enough? ...
The journey back was extremely strange. Chen Juansheng did not resist, but just followed her step by step, following her strength.
It's like what you are holding in your hand is not a living person, but a docile and delicate puppet.
The last vestiges of sunset light faded into the distant mountains, and the night rolled in like a tide, immersing the entire Tangquan Villa in a hazy and tranquil atmosphere. Steam from the hot springs rose in the moonlight, draping the pavilions and towers in a blanket of white.
Qing Guiyu pulled him all the way into the bedroom before letting go.
"Go take a shower." She pointed to the bathtub filled with hot spring water in the corner of the room.
It really is.
What kind of thing did you raise?
What a living troublemaker. This thought kept lingering in her mind.
She had originally thought she had found a cold, venomous snake, but after nurturing it for a while, she discovered it was a delicate yet fragile piece of glass. But when the glass shattered with a snap, the beautiful venomous snake was coiled inside.
Ridiculous, to the point of being laughable.
But after all, in a life-and-death fight, being carefully protected by others looks very worrying in the end.
If I ignore him completely, I will appear to be heartless.
She knocked on his door, thinking that she should take some medicine to treat her problem of worrying about others.
Shen Jiansheng had already finished washing up and was only wearing a black nightgown loosely gathered together with the collar slightly open.
The water droplets rolled down the ends of the inky hair, passed across the side of the face, and finally followed the texture of the hair and sank deep into the collar of the clothes.
Her long black hair was still damp and had not been tied up. It was draped over her shoulders like ink-black satin, with a few strands of golden threads faintly visible in it, just like sinking stars reflected in a waterfall at night.
The black robe entwined with gold threads was abandoned aside. Without its owner, it was like a hollow and gorgeous snake skin.
Without all the layers of scheming, this man looks incredibly clean.
He regained his calm and elegant appearance, as if the young man who was distraught in the dust of the alley just now was just a dazzling illusion.
"Miss Qing," he was stunned for a moment, then immediately greeted her, his voice still so gentle.
He naturally poured her a cup of hot tea and opened a small food box on the table, which contained a few delicate and still warm pastries.
"It's late, warm yourself up. Today... I'm sorry for scaring you."
Look at this favorite concubine trying to regroup.
Qing Guiyu came to check on him, but was caught off guard by his gentle and graceful appearance, like a beauty after a bath. She didn't know whether to accept the call or not.
"Miss Qing, don't worry about what happened in the alley." Seeing that she didn't say anything, Chen Juansheng poured another cup of tea. The loose collar of her clothes revealed more skin as she moved. But he didn't pay any attention to it, just looked at her gently.
"My father's former subordinates, the traitors in the Tianji Pavilion, and the old grudges are all in the past."
"It's all over." He repeated with a smile.
"Ya Zi and the other two are the most dangerous assassins in Tianji Pavilion." Shen Juansheng smiled gently, but seemed to have no emotion.
"Since I appeared in the snowy mountains, they were bound to come. I just didn't expect them to choose that time."
Choose the time when she is holding her and making him feel distracted.
"Have you always acted like this?" Qing Guiyu frowned, thinking of the bloody and cruel scene. It wasn't about the means, but just teaching the twin brothers to kill each other with their own hands. At first glance, it was really shocking.
"Not only kill people, but also destroy their hearts."
"Miss Qing," Shen Juansheng suddenly laughed softly, "sometimes, the fastest way is the most direct way. Cutting off five fingers of a hand is much easier than breaking them one by one."
This was indeed a bit too much, like a form of torture. Qing Guiyu frowned even deeper, "In your eyes, human life is just a finger?"
"No." Shen Juansheng denied with a smile. He reached out to hold the teacup, water dripping from his slender fingertips, "Human lives are the bargaining chips."
He paused for a moment, turned his head to look at her, and then suddenly turned back.
"Yeah. Miss Qing is not."
There's really no hope.
Qing Guiyu sighed in her heart. This man kept talking about her every three sentences, as if all the truths in the world would eventually be reflected on her to be proven.
Shen Yansheng pondered for a moment and continued,
"It's only natural that someone would come to kill me if I acted like this. Miss Qing, don't take it to heart. They can't hurt me."
"I can't hurt you?" Qing Guiyu was so angry that he laughed, "Do you think I'm blind..."
Suddenly,
She stood up suddenly.
Everything couldn't be more normal.
But it is this excessive normality that is the most abnormal.
She raised her hand, held the half-drunk teacup toward the empty space in front of him, deliberately tilted it an inch, and handed it to him.
"Here."
Shen Yansheng paused.
Then he stretched out his hand and caught the teacup very smoothly.
But his fingertips touched the edge of the teacup, not the center where she handed it.
Qing Guiyu slowly withdrew his hand without saying a word.
The pair of eyelashes that usually could skillfully ripple like spring water did not react at all.
And the phoenix's painted eyes below were still "staring" at her emptyly.
That's right.
He had just been in the alley, sitting in the dirty dust, covering his face with his hands, not because of collapse, not because of shame.
But it's because he can't see.
again.
Chen Juansheng placed the teacup steadily on the table, then raised his head and lightly clasped his fingers together, as if waiting for her next words.
Those misty eyes were still "looking" at her, calm and gentle.
If she had not been practicing medicine for many years and was not extremely sensitive to the changes in the five senses of the human body, she would probably have been fooled by his perfect disguise.
She slowly stood up and walked in front of him, the distance between them was only a few inches.
She raised her hand, spread her five fingers, and gently shook it in front of his eyes.
No response.
"You shed tears," she said firmly.
"Chen Juansheng, why are you crying?"
This question was asked abruptly.
But Young Master Jinsheng didn't even twitch his eyelashes at her sudden and direct question.
Chen Juansheng raised his hand, stroked the corner of his eye next to the needle marks with his fingertips, and smiled slightly.
That smile was so gentle that it was outrageous, and so innocent that it was almost funny, as if she was asking why a star in the sky didn't fall. It was so frank that even the ten kings of hell would believe that he was a good person with a clean record.
"Miss Qing," he said softly, his tone gentle and calm.
"Why would I cry? It's just that the wind on the snowy mountain is so strong, and I used the cold energy, so my eyes are a little blurry."
The wind is strong.
The wind is too strong.
Looking at his stubborn expression, his temples were throbbing.
Qing Guiyu leaned towards him,
"Shen Yansheng," she looked directly into his empty and beautiful eyes and said clearly, word by word.
"Don't try that."
She simply took two steps forward, reached out her hand, and brushed aside a strand of hair on his temple that was damp with moisture.
"Really?" She pointed at the red mark at the corner of his eye caused by the needle and said coldly,
"When the cold poison enters the marrow, the most important thing to avoid is tears. Tears are the fluid of the heart, and when they encounter cold, they solidify. When they freeze and cover the eyes, the icicles worsen. I understand this simple truth."
She withdrew her hands, folded them across her chest, and looked at him with raised eyebrows, a hint of sarcasm in her tone.
“Chen Tianji, do you look down on my medical attainments?”
Shen Juansheng seemed to be stunned there for a while.
"How could that be?" He sighed softly, his sigh as soft as the steam from a hot spring. "Miss Qing's medical skills are unparalleled in the world."
He turned to her, his eyes, now covered with a thicker film of ice, looked like two pieces of transparent glass under the light. The light inside was completely dissipated, leaving only a heavy shadow.
"It's just... I can't see it for the time being." He said it casually, as if talking about flowers and birds. "It's just a small matter."
A small thing?
I almost doubted my own ears. Did this mastermind of divination think that everyone else in the world, except him, was a fool who had never seen the world?
"Miss Qing, don't worry." Shen Juansheng's tone was still gentle, even a little soothing, as if the person who needed comfort at the moment was her, not him, the patient who had just gone blind.
"Being unable to see might be a disaster for others. But for me..."
He smiled softly, tilted his head,
"As long as you can still use your mind, Miss Qing, there is no need to be afraid." He placed his hand on his heart, his voice soft but firm.
"I can't see it, it's just a small..."
Before he could finish his words, his body swayed and he was pulled over by her, his face facing hers.
Shen Juansheng's body froze, as if he was a little bit at a loss because of her sudden action. He could only let her hold him, and his cold breathing became a little disordered.
"What do you mean don't be afraid?"
Qing Guiyu gritted his teeth and asked him with a mixture of anger and amusement, "You were imprisoned in that dark, cold pond for thirteen years. Were you afraid? Your own father used you as a raft for practicing martial arts, and you had bone-eating nails piercing your body. Were you afraid?"
"You're calculating the world, taking every step carefully. Aren't you afraid that if you make a wrong move, you'll lose everything and die without a burial place?"
With every question she asked, the color drained from his face.
"You'd better clear your mind, Shen Jiansheng. I started learning medicine at the age of ten, when you were still in the cold pond."
"I've seen all kinds of lies and cover-ups from sick people. I've cured more people than you've killed."
After saying that, she let him go, turned around and was about to go out.
"It's human nature to be worried and fearful," she said clearly and concisely. "Even if you dress yourself up like a fairy, you are not a fairy."
"There is no one in the world who is not afraid."
She was about to go out, but was suddenly pulled back by a force from behind.
She fell firmly into his cold, wet arms.
She was startled and found that Shen Juansheng was hugging her tightly from behind.
He pressed his elegant and graceful face against her cheek, his black and wet hair brushing against her skin, with a gentle and graceful look, full of pleasure.
"Miss Qing..."
The tender voice came from the ear, but it was hoarse and broken, with a tremor that could no longer be concealed.
Maybe it’s not Young Master Jinsheng, nor Tianji Conspirator, but maybe it’s Shen Juansheng.
"So...what now?"
The cool breath evaporated by the warm water brushed past gently, and every word seemed to be connected and looped, lingering with a morbid and seductive sweetness.
"Miss Qing, look."
Chen Jiansheng's cheek was pressed tightly against hers, his wet hair and golden thread entwined to catch her breath.
The voice was as light as a sigh, yet as heavy as shackles.
"I can't see anymore, and Miss Qing has exposed my secrets. Isn't that pitiful enough?"
He tilted his head slightly, letting his cold lips and teeth slowly brush against her earlobe, the sound carrying enough allure to shake her heart.
"Is it enough for you to... hurt me?"
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