Chapter 89: It’s just a hug. No matter how pretty she is, you’ll get tired of her…
It wasn't his normal, icy cold, but rather the maddening heat of cold energy and reversed flow of Qi and blood, colliding wildly within him. This body, like an ice volcano about to erupt, was cold on the outside, yet within, magma was surging, on the verge of collapse.
Shen Juansheng didn't resist, and even relaxed his tense body slightly as she provided him with such familiarity, letting her fingers roam over him.
In his empty eyes, the misty color caused by the tide of emotions did not dissipate at all, and he just "looked" at her like this.
That palm strike was neither heavy nor light.
The internal energy pierced through his heart, causing the blood in his chest to surge and his internal organs to shift position. Although it didn't hurt, it was not pleasant. But compared to the fleeting tenderness on his lips, it was nothing.
The sweet taste of blood rose up his throat and he tasted it.
He also tasted the sweet medicinal fragrance from her lips.
He knelt on the ground, blood streaming down his collar, listening to her angry and anxious scolding. Her voice was clear and bright, like rain washing over the stone steps under the eaves of the herbal hut, capable of awakening him from all his decadent dreams.
But he didn't want to wake up.
It turns out that if she touches you like this, you will die.
But before I die, it would be nice to be touched by her like this.
At this time, Master Jinsheng could no longer see her, but the former "Master Chen" could see her.
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That "Mr. Chen" was trapped in the bitter fragrance of the herbs in Yaowang Valley all day long.
Autumn comes early in Yaowang Valley and is also particularly lonely.
The cicadas had died down, and the leaves of the honeysuckle vine had been thinned by several cold rains, revealing the gnarled dark green vines beneath. The stream had shallowed, revealing pebbles smooth and rounded by the erosion, which shone brightly under the high and severe autumn sun.
At that time, the seventeen-year-old Qing Guiyu also gave him acupuncture in the same way.
He woke up with a sharp, stabbing pain.
I shouldn't feel pain, but the pain isn't from the cold poison lingering in my meridians, but rather from my heart. It's like a few golden needles, buried straight in my body, pricking me and causing me pain.
The young man on the couch was awake, though silent. He lay on his side, his long, dark hair spread out like ink on the plain pillow, his eyes vacantly fixed on the bamboo curtains on the window frame, which swayed slightly in the autumn breeze.
I lost my sight a few days ago, but today I can see again.
He didn't want to think about it, so he struggled to stand up, wanting to make more use of his lost eyes.
The medicine room was quiet, and he was alone. His chest still felt heavy, but he finally had some strength. He got off the couch and walked unsteadily to the basin, wanting to see what a horrible state he looked like.
The water's surface reflected a pale, sickly young man's face. It was a face he was familiar with, but at the corners of his eyebrows, there was a hint of crimson, like cinnabar.
It is so gorgeous, like a scar or a mark.
With a creak, the door was pushed open.
The girl named Qing Guiyu came in with medicine. She had changed into a clean green dress. Her face was still pale, but her eyes had regained their usual brightness.
Seeing that he was awake, she raised an eyebrow, "Awake? You're really lucky."
Then he chuckled and said proudly, "I'm really awesome."
He didn't dare ask her, losing so much blood and almost dying, is that considered amazing?
He didn't dare look at her, but just pointed at his eyebrows and asked in a dry voice, "What is this?"
When Qing Guiyu heard him say this, he put down the medicine, walked over and leaned towards him.
Suddenly she moved closer and studied his face carefully.
The boy was so startled by her sudden approach that his heart skipped a beat, his breathing stagnated, and he subconsciously shrank back.
"Don't move," she ordered, stretching out her finger and gently tapping his brow.
A very shallow red mark, like a mark left by cinnabar.
"Well, this thing," finally got over the breath that was so close to her, Qing Guiyu withdrew his body,
"These are the needle marks left when I used the random needles to move your heart blood. The cold poison in your body clashed with my blood and qi, forming a small qi knot here that won't dissipate, and that's what happened."
Marks, tangled together.
Something in those beautiful eyes was breaking through the thick fog and lighting up bit by bit.
But she suddenly remembered something and her expression became serious, "Master Shen, let me make it clear to you. I bought your life in exchange for precious things."
"From now on, you are not allowed to use your uncanny cold power so easily, otherwise the cold poison will backfire more and more, and the red mark will become more and more obvious. By then, even the Great Luo Immortal will not be able to save you."
She nodded, then frowned again.
“So, Mr. Shen, if you want to commit suicide again, let me know that you are about to die,” she said to him fiercely, “you will be sorry for me.”
Qing Guiyu pinched the needle marks on the boy's eyebrows and said sternly,
"When the time comes, I will come and settle the score with you."
The boy shuddered at the warmth of her fingertips and subconsciously wanted to grab that hand, but he didn't dare.
Touch, fleeting.
"I'm sorry." The boy said hoarsely, his voice entangled with her bloodshot, "I, I didn't know you were going to do this..."
She suffered so much and almost died. He was in so much pain that he should never be happy.
But when things happened, I felt extremely uncomfortable and uncontrollably happy.
I have never been so happy in the more than ten years I have spent in Hantan.
The area next to his eyebrows seemed to be lit by a fire, which suddenly ignited and burned his whole heart into panic.
The fire burned for many days until his body recovered and he was almost normal.
But he never dared to make himself look so completely good.
He sat on the threshold of the medicine hut, watching her squatting in the herb garden, carefully tending to the flowers and plants. The autumn afternoon sun warmed her cyan clothes, and a few specks of dust floated in her hair.
She picked out some autumn herbs and insects, which might not have any medicinal value, but just brought joy.
As he looked at it, he felt that the thing that was pressing against his heart had softened a little under the sunlight.
But this softness is always disturbed by another emotion.
He was cured.
Will never die again.
But there are still a few days left.
So he stood up from the threshold and slowly walked behind her.
Qing Guiyu was concentrating on dealing with a wilted Angelica dahurica. When he heard footsteps, he said without turning his head,
"Have you finished your medicine?"
"Um."
She didn't notice the strangeness in his voice and just said casually, "That's good. In a few days, when you feel better, you can leave."
Left.
As expected, that's it.
The boy stood silently behind her, looking at her fingertips which were stained with a little grass, and watching the autumn sunlight flashing in her hair, swaying into strands of gold.
He also wanted to reach out and touch her hair, touch the soft, golden light.
"Miss Qing," after thinking it over, she finally spoke in a very soft voice, "Will you... leave Medicine King Valley?"
Qing Guiyu stopped fiddling with the grass in his hand.
Looking at him in confusion.
She knew that she had gone too far this time. For the first time, the normally gentle face of her junior brother showed such panic. His arms were shaking as he hugged her.
"Nonsense!" This was the first sentence the junior brother said to her.
"You'll dare to do it again next time." These were the last words she said in her mind before she passed out.
But who knew that when she woke up, she would find the warm jade needles shattered all over the floor. Even if she had the nerve, she felt utterly guilty and could only go to her junior brother to apologize.
The junior brother still indulged her and said nothing. He just split the medicine mortar she usually used into two halves with a sword.
She was genuinely troubled. This young man was too thoughtful and sensitive as a cat. She was afraid if she said something wrong, he would get stuck in a rut again. Furthermore, if she just mentioned it to her junior brother, he would act like he was going to kill her.
If we stay any longer, I'm afraid something might really happen. We might even have a fight at any time.
We have to get rid of him quickly.
But the young man seemed to have noticed something, and his eyes, as fragile as glass, looked straight at her and asked softly,
"Miss Qing, will you... leave Medicine King Valley?"
The question was nonsensical, but Qing Guiyu was so smart that she understood it immediately.
He was asking if she would let him go, too.
This young man had a lot on his mind, which was really troublesome. And she, stealing secret manuals, destroying treasures, and hiding outsiders, each of these things was enough to make her suffer.
I have to send him away quickly so that I can concentrate on thinking about the big troubles I have been in these days.
She cursed inwardly, but didn't bother to argue with him anymore. She was afraid to say more, but seeing his beautiful yet pitiful appearance, her heart softened and she changed her mind.
However, Qing Guiyu at this time was still somewhat unable to see through the twists and turns, and she had not yet mastered her eloquence, so she was not very good at covering herself up skillfully with lies.
So, for the first time in her life, seventeen-year-old Qing Guiyu used her limited experience and racked her brains to come up with an excuse that she thought was perfect.
She straightened up, took a step back, crossed her arms, raised her chin, and said casually,
"I saved you because I thought your face was pretty pleasing to the eye. But no matter how pretty something is, if you look at it every day, you'll eventually get tired of it."
Feeling that this wasn't clear enough, I added nervously,
"When your injuries are healed, it's time for you to leave. Do you really want me to support you for the rest of your life?"
She cut the Gordian knot and felt a little proud after she finished speaking.
What a good excuse! It made her seem nonchalant while also praising his good looks. It didn't involve any ties of gratitude or favor, just romance, letting things come and go as fate would have you. It was clean and neat.
It’s enough to be alive. In this world, as long as you are alive, there is always a way to go.
However, the red mark on the boy's brow, which was as light as rouge at first, became brighter and deeper, as if a drop of boiling blood was desperately struggling to come out from deep in his bones.
Look, how can there be such people in the world?
Just for a face. A healthy, happy body had to use such a reckless method to pass its life into his body that had long been corroded by the cold poison and was riddled with holes.
But he had nothing, not even a decent life.
He could only watch her suffer for him, and watch others become jealous and hateful towards him because of her.
He wanted to say something and opened his mouth hurriedly.
But in the end, he closed his eyes again, completely despairing, and pursed them into a pale line.
He has nothing.
It was just a nice-looking thing she picked up, which was about to break.
It wasn't even worth her heartache, because she had wasted so much energy and effort, nearly died, and all she got in return was a chance for a "pretty thing" to live a few more days.
Others, however, possessed a long life, and could be justifiably angry at her consumption, could split the mortar in half, could wish to tear him into pieces.
envy.
resentment.
Like countless tiny ice threads, they grew madly from his heart, which was forcibly suppressed by the needles, and tightly wrapped around his bones that were corroded with cold poison.
What else could she do if she didn't leave? This "Master Chen" couldn't possibly take a disciple like her, the master of Medicine King Valley, back to that barren and empty cold pond.
It didn't matter originally. But now, he didn't want to, he couldn't bear to.
He didn't even dare to think about what would happen next, now that she was "tired" of him. Would she smile such a bright and gentle smile to another person? Would she make medicine and give acupuncture to another person, or even... risk her life?
If only, he had put in a little more thought before, if only, he had the immense power of the Tianji Pavilion.
If only he could bring all the new and beautiful things in the world to her and coax them into her in different ways every day.
Will she never get tired of watching it?
So you won’t leave, right?
An unprecedented heat, mixed with shame, rushed to his head. His pale face instantly flushed red.
He raised his head suddenly and before she could react, he grabbed her wrist tightly from behind.
The boy seemed to want to say something, to explain himself, to keep her, to ask her if she was lying.
But she had always spoken to him like this, never to a lover, or even to an ordinary man, but to a troublesome patient who could die at any time.
"Yeah." In the end, she could only lower her head, and her black hair fell softly.
"Miss Qing, you are absolutely right."
The girl nodded, very satisfied.
"Okay, stop thinking about all that nonsense," she stood up and stretched. "I'll get you something to eat. Just stay here and stop thinking about all that nonsense."
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However, it is really too difficult to teach this master of destiny not to think about all those miscellaneous things.
Qing Guiyu gritted her teeth, channeling her inner energy through her fingertips, quickly sealing several acupoints around his heart meridian, attempting to forcibly suppress the retrograde flow of Qi and blood that her palm had unleashed. This man was truly a living, breathing nuisance; even his Qi circulation and healing were a hundred times more dangerous than those of others.
She half-knelt down, holding his hand with one hand, and slowly transferred the internal force of Huangdi Juezhen into him. With the other hand, she had to go around in front of him to support his shaking shoulders to prevent him from falling to the ground.
This posture is really too intimate.
She almost half held him in her arms.
Qing Guiyu was furious.
Young Master Jinsheng seemed to want to laugh, cry, or cough, but in the end, all his emotions were stuck in his throat, mixed into a broken breath and a small mouthful of blood.
Qing Guiyu was at a loss for what to do after catching the blood. He increased the strength in his hands, half-lifted and half-dragged him up from the ground, and pressed him onto the bed beside him.
He sank obediently onto the couch, his dark robe and long hair spread out in disarray, like a giant, inky flower in a pool of blood. The radiant blush on his beautiful face hadn't yet completely faded, blending in with the blood at the corner of his lips.
"Don't move." She said coldly.
He really didn't move, but his breathing became rapid and scattered, his chest heaving violently, and his eyes became more watery. He turned his head and buried his face in the soft pillow, as if he was ashamed to let her see his expression at this moment.
I really owed him in my previous life.
This look made her seem like she was bullying men and women.
It was obvious that he was being taken advantage of, but in the end, he still had to worry about whether this bastard would die in front of him.
Fortunately, he should have known that things would be complicated today, so he had already implanted a few bone-eroding nails when he came.
Therefore, she did not need to transfer blood, but it took her an unknown amount of effort to finally calm down the chaotic blood and energy in his body.
"Go to sleep first." She stood up. "Don't die yet. We'll settle the score tomorrow."
He didn't respond, but just kept holding her hand.
Qing Guiyu tried to pull it out, but it didn't move.
"let go."
"Don't let go." A muffled voice came from under the quilt, "If you let go, I won't know... whether you are still here."
How could she care about him? He couldn't use his power at this moment anyway, so she raised her hand and sealed the acupoint under his shoulder.
The hand dropped down along the cold fabric.
Qing Guiyu pushed open the door, locking the young man behind her and the sweet and ambiguous room inside.
The night breeze was cool and refreshing, and the unknown flower tree in the yard dropped its petals, like broken pearls, to the ground under the moonlight.
She walked to the porch and was about to find a step to sit down and enjoy the cool breeze, but her eyes fell on a stone slab outside the threshold.
In the past, I followed my master's orders to go to southern Xinjiang. Because of this, I coaxed that cold and poisonous boy for several days and spent a lot of time and effort on the snakes, insects, rats and ants in southern Xinjiang.
At this moment, a small cluster of black ants seemed to be gathered at the edge of the cracks in the stone slabs.
Yes, right on the side of the threshold, a small cluster of black ants were circling around something.
On ordinary ground, the presence of insects and ants wouldn't be surprising. But at this late hour, on the clean stone surface, and in northern China, the behavior of these ants was odd, as if they were attracted by something but didn't dare approach, crawling anxiously along the edge.
She became suspicious, walked over and squatted down.
A very faint fishy-sweet smell, almost blown away by the night wind, drifted over vaguely.
It wasn't the scent of blood, but a... poisonous plant called "Rotten Bone Grass" that she had smelled in the south. This poison had a sweet aroma and would be easily detected in food and drink, so it was only used to quench weapons.
She stretched out her bamboo flute, touched a little of the wet mark on the stone slab, and put it to her nose.
It's bone-rot grass, there's no mistake about it.
The venom was still fresh, dripping from it.
Qing Guiyu slowly and calmly raised his head and glanced at the eaves above his head.
There was no one there.
But there was a very shallow, new scratch on the ridge of the eaves.
She understood.
Just now, when she was arguing with Shen Juansheng in the room, before she pushed the door open and left, there was always someone on the eaves.
A top assassin hid a poisoned weapon at his side and waited quietly.
What are you waiting for?
Wait for her to leave.
Wait for the moment when the master of Tianji, who has just experienced an internal conflict and a bloody battle, is alone and has the most agitated and relaxed guard.
This was the true killing spree. Sneaking into the Swallowing Cloud Tower was the first level, and this silent waiting was the second.
Once one strategy is implemented, three strategies will follow.
This is the style of Master Jinsheng.
The other party knew that she would have a rift with Shen Juansheng because of the Tunyun Tower incident, and guessed that she would leave in anger.
But if it wasn’t Young Master Jin Sheng, who could it be?
——I’m afraid it’s someone who knows him well and has taught him.
Qing Guiyu slowly stood up and patted his clothes, as if he was just bored and watched the ants moving.
The turmoil in her heart, the anger at being offended, and the grievance of being forced to kiss, were all cut off at this moment by a sharper chill.
Okay, very good.
I haven't settled this account with him yet, how can I let someone else get there first?
Besides, if this person died now, what would happen to Yuzhou City? What would happen to her senior brother? What would happen to the Warming Jade Needle that she hadn't yet obtained?
The most important thing is that he is dead, and she still has to bother explaining to Yaowang Valley, Tianji Pavilion, and all the people in the city.
Oh my god, that’s too much trouble.
She turned around and pushed the back door open again.
There was a deep engraving sound in the room. He was still in the same posture as when she left, leaning on the couch with his head down. When he heard the door open, his body trembled violently and he raised his head abruptly.
Those unseen eyes were instantly filled with complete terror and despair.
He thought she was really gone, but he didn't quite believe she would come back.
Qing Guiyu didn't say anything, but just walked silently back to him step by step.
She leaned down in front of him and held out her hand.
Shen Jiansheng's body tensed, perhaps thinking she was angry again. He flinched, but didn't hide. He simply turned his pale, beautiful face towards her, as if he would accept being beaten and scolded without fighting back.
But her hand did not fall.
Instead, in his astonished gaze, she gently embraced him in her arms.
Shen Yansheng froze.
The entire body was cold, yet it was trembling slightly due to the emotional excitement and internal injuries just now.
She hugged him tightly, so tightly that she could almost feel every inch of his taut skin beneath his thin clothes.
So she rested her chin on his cold hair and could smell the cold incense on him, mixed with the smell of blood and her own scent.
Oh my God, what sin did she commit in her previous life that she has to serve such an ancestor in this life.
She is the one who saves the child, she is the one who treats the child, she is the one who comforts the child after the beating, and she is responsible for cleaning up after the kiss. Now she even has to worry about his life safety.
I cursed this man over and over in my heart eight hundred times, from head to toe, even his few disobedient golden hairs were not spared.
I'm afraid he'll freeze to death and I'll have to take the trouble to bury him myself.
"I'm not leaving."
The person in his arms suddenly shook.
She tightened her arms, hugged him tighter, and spoke quietly in a cold and desolate voice.
"If you don't want to die."
"Just don't move."
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