Chapter 99: Struggling with How Many People Are Ahead of Me...
The flute was half sunken in and covered with black mud.
They were the only two left on the vast riverbank. Young Master Jin Sheng stood behind her, his tall, dark figure blocking the last of the lazy afternoon breeze.
It's such a coincidence that the mastermind behind this "hiring someone" to frame someone else is probably his crazy father.
Qing Guiyu didn't look back and didn't speak.
As long as she turned around, she would inevitably bump into those eyes that were so clear that they could reflect a person's soul.
Shen Juansheng stood quietly behind her, neither moving forward nor retreating. The river breeze blew his dark-colored clothes and hair, and the golden thread, swaying in the wind, was about to drift towards her, lingeringly. But halfway through, the owner quietly suppressed it with his internal force.
He just stood there, waiting.
Wait for her to calm down, wait for her to turn around, wait for her to scold him even one more time.
If you talk to him with reason, he will talk to you with emotion. If you talk to him with emotion, he will get angry with you.
The surroundings were so quiet that the only sounds were the splashing of the river and a few scattered bird calls in the distance.
Finally, he walked forward slowly, stepped on the soft mud and sand, leaving a clear mark, which was soon smoothed out by the surging river water.
He walked over to her side and squatted down beside her.
"Miss Qing," Young Master Jinsheng spoke and asked her gently, "Are you angry?"
Asking despite knowing the answer.
Qing Guiyu stood up suddenly, turned around and glared at him, "You clearly knew that my senior brother was looking for me, but you didn't tell me."
"Yes," he replied.
He answered as if it was natural, as if it were his due. He leaned towards her, closing the pitiful distance between them that allowed them to breathe.
The midday sun dyed the surface of the river into a flowing light, and also fell on him, making the golden threads on his black clothes look like burning fire.
"Tianji Pavilion should know where Lu Guiyan is going, who he is meeting, and what he is saying." Shen Juan's voice leaned over slightly, "If there are villains who want to use his name to deceive Miss Qing, I should at least stop them for you first."
"What are you blocking?" Qing Guiyu was so angry that he wanted to laugh. "The Cao Gang is the largest gang in the world, with influence spread all over the place. Junior Brother couldn't find me, so he had to do this. You're blocking the message my senior brother passed on to me! What do you think of me? A bird in a cage?"
His eyes and brows suddenly lit up.
"Is that okay?" he asked cheerfully, his voice very low. "If Miss Qing is willing, I will make the cage."
"Woven with gold threads, built with jade, and filled with the best things in the world. I only ask Miss Qing... to stop thinking about flying away."
Qing Guiyu had no way of reasoning with this madman, so he could only scratch his hair in frustration.
"A deep engraving sound..."
"I know."
Suddenly interrupted by him, he stared into her eyes, enunciating the facts he had long known, word by word, "You came here just to save him. Just like you saved me back then."
"You were willing to go to Longcheng in order to find the Warm Jade Needle. As soon as the Cao Gang's grain ship got into trouble, you wanted to return to Yuzhou. Now, at Lu Guiyan's word, you're going to Baidi Temple."
Young Master Jinsheng suddenly smiled, seeming to feel some pain.
"Miss Qing, in your heart, how many people are ranked ahead of me?"
He lowered his head, then suddenly raised it,
"But you saved me." His eyes showed a beautiful light, "Since you are willing to save me again, then..."
His face suddenly turned red, as if he had some lingering feelings, but he did not continue speaking.
After a moment, he said coldly, "Brother Lu and you are just fellow disciples. You have exhausted your internal energy for him and run around looking for medicine for him. You have done your utmost."
Qing Guiyu was upset by his twisted logic and felt that talking to him was more tiring than sewing people's intestines in a pile of corpses.
She looked at his handsome and stubborn face, and at the undisguised jealousy in his eyes.
She sighed, finally softened her voice, and looked at him seriously.
"Chen Juansheng, listen to me." She tried her best to make her tone sound sincere and calm.
"After all, your madness is caused by me. It's my responsibility to make you like this. I'll find a way to remove the needles. By then, you shouldn't be like this anymore."
If he recovered from his illness, he would no longer have to suffer from this emotional confusion, and she would have been done with this trouble.
From then on, they had to go through a long and arduous journey. He was his own strategist, and she was her own itinerant doctor.
These words should be a kind of self-consolation.
He was about to pull out the flute stuck in the mud and turned to leave.
There was no sound behind him.
Even the light breathing of the young man that always lingered beside her disappeared.
Her heart tightened, but she couldn't help but turned around.
The sound of engraving still lingered there, his dark robe spread on the soft muddy sand, a corner wet by the river water. He lowered his head, his black hair and golden thread hanging down, obscuring the expression on his face.
But she still saw it.
A drop of water slid down from the side and silently fell into the mud and sand under his feet.
Then came the second drop, and the third drop.
There was no sound, no sob, no shudder.
The tears fell one by one without any warning, as if they were not his, but this beautiful body could no longer bear the overflowing pain.
The silence was so desperate that it seemed as if even the soul was shattered inch by inch in this silent crying.
Qing Guiyu gasped inwardly. This was what she hated most. This was even more frustrating than him going crazy and being cruel.
"You..." She just opened her mouth, wanting to ask why you are crying.
But just as she moved, just as she was thinking about how to explain to him clearly "I have to go to Baidi Temple", the expression of the beautiful face behind her, which was crying so hard that it made me feel pity, suddenly changed.
The silent tears suddenly stopped.
Shen Juansheng suddenly raised his head.
Qing Guiyu only felt a pain in his wrist, and then his whole body was pulled over and fell heavily into the wet and hot mud and sand.
Mud and water splashed everywhere.
"no!"
He shouted harshly, sharply cutting through the usual tenderness, with tears, like the wailing of a dying man, shocking her.
The young man suddenly grabbed her shoulders and pressed her firmly onto the muddy riverbank. He then grasped her wrist with one hand and pressed her collarbone with the other. The clear eyes that had just been filled with countless tears suddenly became dim again.
"You can't go," Shen Juan stared at her, tears streaming down his pale cheeks and dripping onto her face, icy cold. "You are not allowed to go anywhere!"
He almost pressed her into the mud and sand, his tall body covering her. The river water flooded over her clothes and was warmed by the sun, but the body on her was as cold as a piece of black ice.
The fishy smell of sand mixed with the bitter fragrance of his body was suffocating.
"Take out the needle?"
Cold tears fell on her warm cheeks, mixing with the blood on the riverbank.
"And then? Leave me behind like you did seven years ago? So you can go save your brother without any worries?"
"Am I not good enough?" He leaned over, and she could almost feel the moisture dripping from his face. "Miss Qing, how am I... not as good as him?"
It's probably not jealousy, it's probably fear.
After exhausting all efforts, using all means, and pouring out all my heart, it is still the same as before.
Young Master Jinsheng trapped her between himself and this filthy land.
A snake baring its fangs at her.
Qing Guiyu was pinned down by him, her face smeared with mud and sand. The slightest bit of guilt and sympathy in her heart vanished in the sudden violence. She had never experienced such humiliation in her life.
She raised her knees and was about to push against the most vulnerable part of his body.
But he seemed to have anticipated this, and with a twist of his legs, he suppressed her resistance. The hand wrapped in gold thread slid down her arm, intertwined with her fingers, and then suddenly tightened.
He buried his face even lower, his cold lips almost brushing her earlobe, and the bright afternoon sunlight also made his eyebrows and eyes look bright.
"Move again," he whispered in her ear, his breath cold and rapid, with a trembling tone after crying.
"I'm right here..."
The words were lingering and he said them charmingly and decisively, and the desperate madness in his voice did not seem to be fake.
Sand, mud, warm and swaying waves will surround it.
Qing Guiyu was frightened by the hostility in his eyes, but the nameless anger that had been suppressed by tears suddenly flared up again.
"Chen Yansheng," she said sternly, "let go!"
But he didn't let go, instead he held on tighter.
good.
It’s really great.
In Medicine King Valley, her master taught her the decisions doctors have to make when faced with difficult illnesses.
How does she usually deal with patients who are mentally confused or having manic seizures?
First control his behavior, then calm his spirit.
If the patient is unable to speak, acupuncture will be used to force the patient to speak. If acupuncture is ineffective, medicine will be used to calm the patient down.
If all this is too late...
She let herself sink into the warm muddy water, letting his cold tears drip onto her face. She even raised her head slightly and looked at him quietly.
Shen Jiansheng was startled by her sudden calmness. The surging violence in his eyes had a crack because of this moment of hesitation.
At this moment, her free hand grabbed the gold wire that bound his hair from behind and forcibly pulled him backward.
"Hmm..." Shen Juansheng groaned and was forced to raise his head.
That pale and graceful neck was exposed to her eyes without any protection.
She released that hand and then hooked her fingers around the pulse point on his other wrist.
Neiguan and Shenmen, two major acupoints, were pierced fiercely by the Qingnang Jue internal force concentrated in her fingertips.
"Well……"
Shen Juansheng's body suddenly stiffened, his eyes filled with surprise and pain.
"Listen, Shen engraved the sound."
Qing Guiyu turned over and took advantage of the moment when his heart was wavering to press the back of his neck with his other hand, pressing his head, which was full of calculations, to the ground.
Shen Juansheng hadn't even activated his internal energy. He was now restrained by her, kneeling in the mud, his forehead almost touching the mud mixed with water plants. His golden and black hair were scattered in a mess, soaking in the water.
"I don't care who you are or what's wrong with you." She came closer to him.
He was stunned by her action, staring at her blankly with tearful eyes, water droplets still hanging from his eyelashes, looking somewhat dazed and innocent.
"I must go to Baidi Temple. Are you going or not?"
Young Master Jin Sheng's body began to tremble violently below, his hand still holding her wrist.
He seemed trapped, struggling, letting out suppressed sobs. Tears mixed with mud rolled down his face.
The color on his face faded little by little, and then little by little, starting from the ears, a layer of bright red spread.
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