Chapter 83: Still good-looking, full of twists and turns, full of affection...
Fortunately, the real Qing Guiyu didn't stab him to death, and from that day on, the two of them were able to set off and head all the way to Longcheng, the capital of the Northern Dynasty.
Chen Jiansheng's vision was sometimes good, sometimes bad. Sometimes it was completely dark, and sometimes he could see some shadows.
But it took Qing Guiyu two full days to confirm one thing.
The engraved sound is full of anger.
Or, to put it more accurately, he was venting his anger.
A strategy that only Master Jinsheng could pull off, full of twists and turns, ingenious thinking, yet capable of causing internal injuries to a person.
He was angry, not because she had offended him in the gambling house, nor because she had treated him as a troublemaker all along.
But because she said she wanted to find a way to cure him.
Cure his "emotional confusion" towards her caused by the acupuncture.
Qing Guiyu's mind was clear as a mirror. This bastard was afraid that if he treated him like a disease, he would really cure him, and from then on, they would go their separate ways, with no reason to bother him anymore.
But if he were to get angry directly or use cold words, she would find it easier to deal with. If an enemy comes, we must fight him; if a flood comes, we must block it with earth. Qing Guiyu's verbal skills were also forged in real-life battles with herbal medicine vendors in the streets south of Yuzhou.
But the engraving sound is not clear.
The angrier he was, the gentler he became.
It was a tenderness tempered by ice and coated in honey. It was sickeningly sweet, yet bone-chillingly cold, as if she had been plucked and dropped into a pot of boiling syrup, then quickly pulled out just before she was scalded to death, frozen into a crystal-clear candied haws.
It makes people feel uncomfortable, but they can't find any fault with it.
For example, right now, it was already the third day since Qing Guiyu discovered that he was angry. In the post station beside the official road, dusk fell. The two of them chose a seat.
She didn't know how much Shen Juansheng could see now, she only knew that his movements were smooth, graceful and calm, as if he was not a blind man, but a god who had been banished to the mortal world to experience the worldly life.
He didn't even ask her what she wanted to eat, and ordered four or five dishes directly. When the dishes were served one by one, she found that they were all light and nourishing, but they required a lot of effort, Southern Dynasty dishes, which were exactly what she was used to.
How did she know this? Because she had indeed done some of the things for him in the medicine house back then.
"Miss Qing has been working hard lately and has depleted her internal energy. She needs to replenish her energy." Chen Juansheng tilted his head and said with a smile, "I can't see the dishes, and I don't know how good the chef is. I can only order a few dishes based on the aroma. If they don't suit your taste, we can change them."
He said it lightly, but the people at the post station just did things in a sloppy manner, so how could they make such a delicate dish?
Of course, it was his spy from Tianji Pavilion. He had already taught someone to hurry up and "invite" the chef and the recipe here.
This sick peacock. Qing Guiyu slapped his hand on the table and said angrily,
"The tail hair is about to shake into my face!"
Shen Juansheng was startled and tilted his head, "What?"
"Ah," Qing Guiyu suddenly became discouraged, "No..."
Finally, I had to quickly tap the edge of the bowl with my chopsticks and say, "Eat."
The black-robed young man nodded. "The food is indeed delicious," he said softly. "It's just that I can't see it. I'm afraid of staining my clothes and disturbing Miss Qing's peace."
What he said was reasonable and humble. He was truly a gentle man who was afraid of causing trouble to others.
Qing Guiyu was speechless for a moment, and could only push a plate of freshly fried wild mushrooms to his hand, "This one is closer, you can touch it."
Chen Juansheng stretched out his hand as he was told, his fingers groped on the table for a moment, accurately touched the edge of the bowl, and then stopped.
He just touched it lightly with his fingertips and didn't pick up the chopsticks.
"What's wrong?" Qing Guiyu felt that his patience was being worn away inch by inch by his lukewarm attitude.
"Miss Qing, use it first," he said with a faint smile, which looked as beautiful as a painting in the afternoon sun. "I'll be fine after I see it."
He can't see. What is he looking at? A void?
"Miss Qing," he saw that she was silent, lowered his eyelashes, and spoke with a bitter tone of grievance, "Do you... think I'm too much trouble?"
Qing Guiyu couldn't catch his breath.
"I didn't." She rubbed her forehead.
"But you didn't say a single word to me today." He still lowered his head, his voice even softer, as if he was talking to himself, or accusing someone, "I can't see, I can only listen. Miss Qing doesn't speak, and here... it's very quiet."
He said it was pitiful, she was simply a heartless man who had seduced her and then abandoned her.
Qing Guiyu felt as if Taiyang Xue had resumed his joyful martial arts practice. She put down her chopsticks and stared at the dark-robed young man before her, his head bowed, his whole body radiating the aura of "I'm well-behaved, but I'm sad." She felt as if she owed him eight hundred taels of silver in a past life.
"I was just...thinking," she explained unconvincingly.
"Well," he replied, his voice revealing obvious obedience and a deeper sense of loss. "Miss Qing is an extraordinary doctor, and she always has a lot to think about."
He paused, raised his head, and looked at her with those empty eyes again, even a smile of complete understanding appeared on his face.
"It's my fault. I'm a blind useless person, but I'm bothering Miss Qing with all her heart."
Look at the methods used by this mastermind.
Every time you say “It’s my fault”, you are actually saying “It’s your fault”.
Every time you say "don't be angry", you are actually saying "you made me angry".
He can't be beaten, he won't listen to scolding, and he won't leave. The more angry you are, the more sick he becomes. If you take a step back, he'll come right up to you, and with those beautiful yet pitiful eyes, he'll pin you down.
Qing Guiyu was cursing him in her heart, but suddenly she lowered her eyelashes and spoke.
"I have to... do something to make Miss Qing feel that having me by her side isn't such a burden."
"At least," he raised his head, "before Miss Qing completely cures my illness and drives me away... I can let you live a more comfortable life."
This was too sad to say, and she thought to herself that she had indeed done such a thing many years ago.
The boy didn't cry at that time, and she just thought it didn't matter. However, she never imagined that he had already gone blind without her knowing.
Speechless and frightened, Qing Guiyu had to finish his meal quickly and hurriedly stay away from him.
At night, the buildings of the Northern Posthouse were dilapidated, and the wind howled outside. She had been a wanderer for many years, and had long been accustomed to it, but she could not calm down. She could not sleep well, and in her dreams, she was beaten hard by the gorgeous and heavy peacock tail feathers, and she was neither up nor down, and it was very uncomfortable.
What is this?
She scratched her hair in annoyance, and finally opened the door in the middle of the night, wanting to go outside to get some fresh air.
The backyard of the post station was small, with a dry well and a few clumps of weeds blown to pieces by the cold northern wind. But the moonlight was brilliant, pouring down coldly and clearly, illuminating every inch of the yard.
She saw it at a glance.
Young Master Jin Sheng was sitting alone on the shabby bench in the yard.
He was not wearing an outer robe, only a thin black undershirt, with his long hair tied up low, letting the ink-black hair and a few strands of restless gold threads flutter slightly in the night breeze.
The figure sat upright with a straight back, like a sharp blade forgotten by its owner and still unsheathed. There was a sense of loneliness and alienation around the body that kept strangers away.
If we didn't know that he was blind and had a delicate mind and a strange personality, we would have looked like those noble and elegant hermits living in the woods.
Qing Guiyu's heart was pounding. He stayed awake in the middle of the night, sitting in this windy place. Was he thinking his life was too long and wanted to catch another cold so that he could justify his actions on her?
She walked over slowly, lightly walking, wanting to see what this person was doing.
But when she had just taken a few steps behind him, the man turned his head slightly, as if he had eyes on the back of his head.
"Miss Qing," he said, his voice clear in the silent night, "can't you sleep?"
"How can I sleep if you haven't slept yet?" Qing Guiyu stood three feet away from him, looking at the dry well. "How about you? Are you seeking enlightenment here, or are you waiting for the moon to fall?"
Shen Juansheng seemed to be stunned by her words, and then he laughed softly, and that laughter seemed warm in the cold and lonely night.
"Miss Qing knows that I am prone to dreaming." He said softly, as if he was really explaining.
"Dreams are always restless." He looked up, seemingly gazing at the solitary moon, or perhaps simply at the boundless darkness. "Being awake is more peaceful."
Qing Guiyu remained silent. Overthinking and worrying led to frequent dreams. In this person's dreams, perhaps thousands of troops were engaged in battle, and countless schemes were being waged. How could there be peace?
Suddenly, something clicked in his mind, and he finally managed to speak. "What was your dream? Did you dream of being hunted by your enemies, with rivers of blood flowing? Or did you dream of a mistake in the Tianji Pavilion's account books, and a huge loss?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Juansheng actually chuckled softly, a sound like shattered ice. He shook his head, and his scattered hair and golden thread fluttered across his shoulders.
"What about you, Miss Qing?" He stopped laughing and suddenly turned his head, looking very worried. "Did you sleep well? Did you have any dreams?"
"Not bad." Qing Guiyu replied vaguely, sitting down at the other end of the bench, three feet away from him, "I forgot what I did."
She didn't want to talk to him any more, especially on a night like this when the moon was bright and the wind was clear, making it easy for people to talk nonsense.
"That's good," he said softly, seeming genuinely happy about it.
She was so grateful for his concern that she didn't bother beating around the bush and asked, "How are your eyes? I seem to be able to see again today."
"Yeah," he replied, his empty eyes still stubbornly looking in her direction, "I can see some light and shadow, but it's very blurry."
After that, there were no more questions. The two of them just sat there quietly, with only the rustling of the night wind through the grass.
This silence, on the other hand, made Qing Guiyu feel even more unbearable than the verbal battles she'd experienced during the day. Still puzzled, the icy haze in her eyes seemingly undimmed, she tilted her head and examined him.
The moonlight poured down upon him without restraint, casting a cold, jade-like luster on his face. His nightgown was thin, the collar slightly open, revealing his delicate collarbone, cast a small shadow in the moonlight. His eyes, having lost their brilliance, only gained a touch of purity, like dust-covered glass scooping up a pot of heavy ice.
Even though she had been trained for a long time and faced this face every day, she had to admit in her heart that this person... was indeed too raw.
"Miss Qing," just as she was daydreaming, Shen Juansheng suddenly spoke again, hitting her empty bull's eye directly.
"I can't see. Are you looking at me right now?"
Qing Guiyu almost stuttered, like a thief caught on the spot, and quickly looked away.
But his next words made her freeze.
"I see... is it still good looking?"
This wasn't a question of whether he looked good or not. It was clearly a question of whether his face was enough to calm her down.
Qing Guiyu was left with no solution after he cut off the source of his trouble.
"...No one will die." She looked away.
However, Shen Juansheng seemed to have discerned something that satisfied him from her reluctant answer and smiled.
"Hmm," he seemed to feel a little relieved after hearing her words, but the loneliness that lingered around him had not dissipated. He was silent for a moment, his voice weak, as if talking to himself, but also as if explaining something to her, and then he added.
"...Now that I'm blind, my appearance must have lost a lot of its charm."
It was absurd, but it also revealed some sadness that made her sad.
Seeing that she didn't answer for a long time, Shen Juansheng moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just lowered his head.
How to say it, his eyes are indeed the sharp weapon that Master Jinsheng has honed over time to attack people's hearts.
When he needs to show off,
It is so graceful and graceful, and seems to be full of affection.
Without these eyes and those wandering waves, the young man in black must have been calculating in his heart these days.
With his smartest brain, he delicately placed his beauty, his illness, the irritation she had recently experienced, and her previous tendency to be soft-hearted on an invisible scale, measuring every penny and digit.
Would this anger her too much? Would it make her sneak away again?
He was like the most calculating gambler in the world, cherishing it very much and trembling with fear, for fear that he would lose his most powerful capital.
"What a humiliating sound," she sighed, feeling she was truly mad to come sit here in the cold wind with another lunatic in the middle of the night. "What on earth do you want to say?"
"Hmm." He paused again.
"Miss Qing," the black-robed youth asked softly, "You said the other day that you would 'free' me from the pain of this turbulent emotional state."
Qing Guiyu perked up.
Here he comes. After talking around for several days, this person finally got back to the topic.
"Then...if it's solved," he suddenly turned his head, smiling brightly, his black hair swaying, and golden threads flowing, "will I be abandoned by Miss Qing again, just like I was back then?"
Qing Guiyu opened his mouth when he asked this question, not knowing how to answer.
If he recovered, she wouldn't have to worry about him anymore. But if she said "yes," it would be tantamount to admitting that she was just being charitable and compassionate.
This is even more hurtful than stabbing someone directly.
"I……"
"I know." Shen Juansheng didn't wait for her to answer, but responded on his own. The smile on his face faded, replaced by a wave of sadness.
"Then...it's better not to treat it." He said calmly, as if it was a matter of course.
"Miss Qing," he raised his head, "Since this magic needle can allow me to... be under your care like this, then it's good to let it continue to be so chaotic."
He thought for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons, and then his voice took on a clear meaning.
"I love so much."
Seeing that he didn't take his life seriously, Qing Guiyu couldn't bear it any longer and had to talk to the blind man and slapped the wooden stool under his hand.
“Shen Tianji, please be clear, you are about to die!”
Chen Juansheng raised his head, still looking at her with those eyes that had lost their spirit and could not tell how much they could see.
"Well," in this moonlit place, he suddenly lowered his head and repeated, "Miss Qing, I like it very much."
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