Chapter 78: Investigating the Chaos and Ruling the World
He treated her, Qing Guiyu, as the rich lady in the storybook who was deceived by a few sour words from the scholar.
But the scholar was too good-looking, his words were too pathetic, and his methods were too vicious.
If he left, this person would go blind, and she was really worried about the cold poison.
Since Chen Juansheng had confirmed that he had not killed innocent people in Yuzhou, nor had he sincerely colluded with the Northern Frontier, the love Gu's lies actually had some intention of protecting her. If you think about it carefully, you will find that he had owed her a favor in some ways, but it was just a mess and it was hard to calculate.
Not to mention that Yuzhou is still in his hands, he really can't let him die like this.
But if I stay, who knows what kind of earth-shattering trouble will happen that night.
"Miss Qing?" Seeing her remain silent for a long time, those unseen eyes once again "gazed" at him blankly. He tentatively tightened his arms around her, as if afraid she would vanish in a puff of smoke at any moment.
That's it.
She peeled him off her body, turned around, dragged a heavy rosewood chair over, and placed it heavily a few steps away from the bed, making a dull thud to show her determination.
"You sleep on the couch." She sat down on the chair and looked at him leisurely. "I'll be watching over you."
She didn't say "accompany", but "guard". The difference of one word is the world of difference between doctor and patient, guard and prisoner.
This was much easier. She had taken care of patients many times before. The worst that could happen was that she would have to stay up all night.
However, Shen Juansheng seemed not to hear the difference at all, or rather, he didn't care at all and nodded obediently.
During the movement, the black pajamas slipped down a little more, revealing the delicate collarbone.
Deliberate.
Qing Guiyu looked away and held his forehead, feeling that this favorite concubine had never retracted his magical power.
The room was momentarily silent, the only sound being the gurgling of the hot spring water outside the window. She dimmed the lights, and the mist mingled the moonlight and the lamplight, casting only a dim glow in the corners.
Qing Guiyu folded his arms, leaning against the cold, hard back of a chair, trying to stay awake. However, the day's rush and the agitation had drained his internal energy considerably, and his eyelids were finally growing heavier.
Just when she was half conscious and about to play hand-to-hand with Zhou Gong for three hundred rounds, a cold touch tentatively touched her fingertips.
The touch was extremely light, like a falling snowflake.
Qing Guiyu shuddered and became mostly awake in an instant, but he didn't dare to open his eyes. He just made his breathing more steady.
After a moment, the cold touch returned. This time, it was no longer a test, but rather a slender, slightly trembling finger, carefully hooking her little finger.
It is a deep engraved sound.
Of course it is the sound of engraving.
He didn't know when he got off the couch and stopped beside her.
Qing Guiyu was startled and opened his eyelids a little.
The hand took advantage of the situation and slowly and firmly grasped her hand in its palm.
This hand was cold, the kind that came from years of being drenched in cold poison. Yet, from the tension, a thin layer of sweat seeped out from the palm. It was icy cold yet slightly moist, covering her hand like this.
I could feel the tiny movements of his knuckles, and even the lines of his muscles tensed with nervousness in the air.
never mind.
She closed her eyes and sighed in her heart for what might have been the seventy-eighth time.
It's just a scratch on my hand, it won't hurt me. Just think of it as warming up a piece of ten-thousand-year-old black ice. It can also be considered as eliminating harm for the people and doing good deeds.
Qing Guiyu originally wanted to just lean on the chair and spend the night like this.
However, he had exhausted too much mental energy during the day and ultimately could not hold on any longer. His consciousness gradually sank in the warm mist of the hot spring.
She seemed to wake up several times in her daze. Each time, that cold hand was still holding her tightly, motionless, as if to confirm whether she was still there.
It was not until the next morning that the first ray of sunlight penetrated the water vapor and illuminated the window paper.
Qing Guiyu slowly woke up, feeling a slight pain in her neck and a numbness in her hand from being gripped. She moved her fingers, and the hand immediately tightened its grip.
She frowned and finally opened her eyes completely.
Then, the whole person was stunned.
The young man in black clothes was actually lying half on the ground at his feet.
His dark nightgown was spread out on the floor, slightly damp. He seemed to be sleeping very restlessly, his long hair spread out like ink, with a few strands of silk mixed in. In the morning light, it shimmered with light and golden.
Young Master Jin Sheng lay sideways, his head resting on his arm, leaning against the leg of her chair.
The golden blade that was feared by the people in the martial arts world was entangled in the wet hair, sticking close to the cheek, and there was even a faint green shadow under the eye.
The sunlight is soft and the water vapor is dense.
It felt like there was a fresh and injured poisonous snake lurking under his feet.
She quickly pulled her hand away, and her long eyelashes suddenly trembled.
Shen Juansheng suddenly opened his eyes, and his empty eyes instantly "looked" in her direction, with a panic in them like a frightened bird.
He seemed to have not yet realized where he was, but instinctively, he held her hand tighter.
Then, when he realized where he was and how she saw him, his confusion was instantly replaced by overwhelming panic and embarrassment.
"Miss Qing..." He suddenly let go of her hand and tried to stand up awkwardly, his voice a little urgent.
"Shen engraved sound," Qing Guiyu endured the numbness in his hands, feeling angry and amused, and finally could only sigh.
“Chen Tianji, you are really promising. The couch is so spacious, but it’s not enough for you to sleep on. Why do you have to sleep on the floor?”
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a familiar blush appear on that jade-colored face.
The thin red color spread all the way, and then turned into a smoky bright color, even spreading to the tips of the ears and temples.
In a blink of an eye, it was as if a basin of finest rouge was poured over her head, covering up even the red marks left by the needlework.
"I can't see."
Shen Jiansheng's fingers pressed against the ground, but the blush showed no sign of fading. Instead, it became even more intense due to embarrassment.
"I'm afraid Miss Qing will leave on her own while I'm asleep."
"I can't see you," he repeated defensively, his face, like melted rouge, reflected in the morning light. "Since I can't see you, it's best...it's best to stay here like this."
This Jin Sheng Gongzi, who was famous for his eloquence and skill in speaking, seemed to think that the reason was not sufficient.
"Besides... I'm used to sleeping like this. I've slept like this before."
Wait a minute, Qing Guiyu stretched out a hand towards him and stopped him from talking.
For a moment, the image of the icy prison in the ten thousand year old black ice flashed through his mind.
He also thought of Master Jin Sheng's "study" in the Zhongzhou City Inn, which was so simple and austere, with all four walls white and nothing in it, so empty that even shadows had nowhere to hide.
I see.
It turns out that to this person, the soft bed and warm bedding are unfamiliar and untrustworthy.
Throughout Master Jin Sheng's life, the coldness and hardness that kept him alert at all times were things he was very familiar with and understood.
No wonder he said that he was deeper and more sinister than others thought.
Her hands moved faster than her brain. She grabbed the hand next to her, held it with her backhand, and pulled it up.
"stand up."
Shen Yansheng was startled.
"What? Miss Qing."
"Stop talking nonsense," Qing Guiyu saw him dithering, so he simply leaned over, grabbed his cold arm, and pulled him up.
"Get up! It's so heavy!"
This man looked thin, but his bones were as heavy as a piece of black iron. I don't know if it was because of his strange cold power or the heavy past weighing on his heart.
"What if the cold poison is combined with the wind-cold?!"
Shen Juansheng stood up with the help of her strength, but his body was a little unstable and he subconsciously leaned towards her.
Qing Guiyu quickly supported him, and when she touched his waist, she felt the cold but firm waist under his pajamas. Through the thin layer of clothing, she could clearly feel the lines of muscles tensed to maintain balance.
She was so frightened that she quickly let go and pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Sit down."
As expected, Shen Juansheng sat down obediently, but his invisible eyes were still slightly tilted towards her.
"Hands out."
Upon hearing this, Chen Juansheng was startled for a moment, then obediently extended his wrist. It was a strikingly white wrist, gleaming like cold jade in the morning light. Cyan veins were faintly visible beneath the skin, intertwining with the golden threads entwined around it, creating a lingering, almost morbid beauty.
Her fingertips touched it.
Cold, as always.
Her fingertips touched the wrist bone, and under the cold skin, the pulse was still beating rapidly and disorderly. The moment she touched Shen Juansheng's body, it stiffened slightly.
He didn't move, even holding his breath, simply letting her fingers rest on his pulse. That quiet, submissive posture was like spreading himself out for her inspection.
Qing Guiyu cheered himself up, concentrated his internal energy at his fingertips, and carefully probed into his pulse.
The internal energy of the Cold Marrow Skill was still as overbearing as ever, lingering deep within his internal organs. However, he was in a very good mood, so he was a little more docile than before, no longer the kind of person who exuded a chilling murderous intent at all times.
She frowned, the pulse beneath her finger was deep, thin, and astringent, a sign of cold poison invading the bone marrow and causing stagnation of qi and blood.
But beneath this frozen ice field, there is an extremely weak yet unusually tenacious pulse, beating with difficulty.
That is the life that is hanging by a thread.
It was the only chance of life that she had embedded into him with her own hands.
"Miss Qing," Shen Juansheng suddenly spoke in a light voice, "Hmm. Is it... serious?"
He couldn't see the expression on her face, but he seemed to be able to sense her emotions from the subtle changes in the internal force at her fingertips.
"No." Qing Guiyu shook his head, "It's just a little weird."
eccentric.
But wait a minute.
Very familiar.
The chilling appearance of this Cold Marrow Technique, the quality of this power...
Qing Guiyu suddenly panicked, her forehead pounding with blood. She suddenly opened her eyes.
It seemed like... Two days ago, when she was treating Lu Guiyan's internal injuries, the Bingxi Ximai Jue she used backfired on his pulse.
The same.
They are actually the same.
When it condenses, it refines the marrow, and the cold poison eats away at the bones.
It disperses and cleanses the meridians, drying up all the channels and collaterals.
——Junior Brother was sickly when he was young. Why did the Snow Mountain Sect send him to live in Medicine King Valley for treatment?
And why did the young man who was infected with an incurable cold poison, "Tianji Pavilion Sinking", accidentally collapse at the door of her medicine house in the far suburbs of Yaowang Valley?
But in the past, in order to save Chen Juansheng, she used the third needle of Huangdi's acupuncture, "Xianluan", to forcibly suppress the three gates of his heart that were on the verge of collapse, and pulled him back from the gates of hell.
After that, Lu Guiyan froze her hand pulses, and when he first performed the high-level mental method of "Ice Creek Washing Pulses", he also passed on the pulse washing and cold skills to her.
then,
She, Qing Guiyu herself, was like a strange medium, an unknowing hub, connecting these two peerless cold skills together in a way that she herself had never expected.
She placed her fingers on Shen Juansheng's wrist, raised her head, and stared blankly at his beautiful, empty eyes. At this moment, her mind was in chaos.
Suddenly I remembered what Elder Han Chu said before his death: Now that the Yellow Emperor's needle has been invented, how can the world not be in chaos?
It flashed through her mind again, the look in Chen Yan's eyes when he looked at her in the cold prison was as if he was looking at a peerless weapon.
Huangdi's three unique acupuncture needles: the first needle wards off epidemics, the second needle calms the soul, and the third needle calms chaos.
——The Yellow Emperor ruled the world in this way.
If, if,
This "governing the world" is not about diagnosis and treatment, but about control and management?
Yaowang Valley, Tianji Pavilion, Snow Mountain Sect, Northern Frontier, Southern Dynasty, Yuzhou City.
A myriad of complicated and intricate thoughts were all connected in an instant, all coming together under the short three-minute pulse pressure of his fingertips.
She stood there in a daze, trying hard not to let him hear her rapidly beating heart.
…
She, Qing Guiyu, was an orphan of war, an abandoned disciple of Yaowang Valley, and a wandering doctor.
Heaven had to bestow such a great responsibility on this person.
This is no joke. I'm afraid that she herself will really be saved by God and become a living Bodhisattva.
So she turned her head and stared straight at Chen Juansheng.
After thinking for a while, he suddenly let go of the hand that was holding the pulse, stood up, lowered his head, and resumed his usual bright and unrestrained appearance.
"Alright, my beloved concubine," she clapped her hands, her tone light and a little teasing.
"Now that the investigation is complete, it's time for you, the bedchamber maid, to serve. Get up, get dressed, and have breakfast."
Chen Juansheng tilted his head back, staring at her blankly, as if he couldn't keep up with her sudden change. His pale and beautiful face was now completely bewildered.
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