Chapter 90: If you shout loudly at the top of your lungs, someone will come and kill you...
Chapter 90
The despair and fear that had just surged out were blocked by her sudden and rough comfort.
He didn't dare move, even forgetting to breathe, and simply let her hold him. After a long moment, he seemed to finally gather his spirit and slowly hugged her back.
The movement was almost like trembling.
His cold face rubbed against her neck dependently, like a beautiful cat that found its nest and refused to move.
Cat what cat, poisonous snake.
Qing Guiyu felt uncomfortable when he hugged her back, as if she was being wrapped around by a cold poisonous snake. She carefully hid her fangs and was trembling all over.
She held this cold, icy potato in her arms, her mind racing. Her fingers slid down his back. Through the dark silk robe, she wrote a few words on his vest with extremely gentle, clear strokes.
—Eaves. On. Poison.
She wrote slowly, stroke by stroke. The body in her arms, from initial stiffness to a slight tremor, now settled into a breathless silence.
He understood.
Qing Guiyu cursed inwardly. Of course he would understand. There was probably no twist and turn in this world that Young Master Jin Sheng didn't understand.
"Well," Shen Jiansheng whispered softly in her ear, his eyelashes brushing against her cheek, "there are many people who want to kill me."
"This one's different," Qing Guiyu said in a low voice. "It's a master. Someone who knows you very well."
He knew that she would be angry about what happened in Tunyun Tower, that she would leave in anger, and he also knew that he would withdraw from Suiyong at this time and let down his guard.
"That's how it is," she waved her hand, not wanting to think about it any further. "Where are your people?"
"We're all in the Swallowing Cloud Tower." Shen Juansheng replied immediately, "Here, it's just you and me."
He said it lightly, as if it was a natural thing.
Qing Guiyu glared at him. Okay, what a great "just you and me" situation.
"Can you kill him?" Shen asked calmly, even with a hint of cold interest.
"Yes," Qing Guiyu nodded, then shook his head, "but he can't die outside."
If he died outside, the noise would be too loud. People from the Tianji Pavilion would rush over, and tomorrow there would be another bloody storm in Dragon City.
She didn't want to see him kill people again, nor did she want to be told about the story of "being bewitched by a witch and going on a killing spree".
Young Master Jinsheng chuckled softly. She felt the man nod in her arms and was about to stand up.
But what a joke, he taught this guy to use the Cold Marrow Technique again and he is almost dying, and he still needs her to treat him again?
If that were the case, who knows what strange plans he would come up with, and she would inevitably be involved in them.
Qing Guiyu made up his mind.
She peeled him off her body and pushed him back onto the couch. Young Master Jin Sheng was quite obedient, saying nothing but resting his hand on hers.
"Okay, take your hand away." She slapped his hand away, turned around and walked to her bag, took out a small copper incense burner from it, and took out a piece of incense stick as long as a finger joint.
"What is this?" He couldn't see it, but he could smell the strange herbal scent on the incense stick.
"Seven Return Incense." Qing Guiyu picked up a small piece from the box, lit it with a tinder, stepped back a few steps, and whispered in his ear, "A little gadget from southern Xinjiang. Once it's lit, it can confuse the mind and disturb the hearing. If you smell it for a long time, the sound of the wind will sound like crying, the sound of water like laughter, and you won't be able to tell east from west, south from north."
"From a distance," she sniffed, "it smells a bit like that... just like that, not a very serious medicine."
This is indeed true. She has been practicing medicine in Yuzhou for seven years and has written many prescriptions that are useful in women's homes.
If an assassin misses, he'll flee a thousand miles, never revealing himself easily. He's holding back now, waiting. Waiting for a better opportunity, a surefire loophole.
As long as she left the room, as long as Shen Juansheng was alone, even for a moment, the sharp blade tempered with the poison of the rotten bone grass would attack like a ghost.
But if you only use this scent for a long time, you will become drowsy. The assassin will definitely choose to kill the person with the fastest method, when the scent is strongest and before the drug takes effect.
——For example, throwing a poisoned hidden weapon from a distance.
That wouldn't work. It needed to be clean, a single strike, a kill without anyone noticing.
So Qing Guiyu pushed him to the inside of the bed, letting him half lean on the pillow, and pulled his blood-stained black robe into a more tangled mess.
Bullying men and women.
"Okay, you can scream now." She said hurriedly.
Shen Juansheng looked confused.
What else could we do? If we bring her in, could we just teach her to yell?
I'm saving his life, so of course I have to make my own plans.
"Cry out," Qing Guiyu urged, gesturing impatiently. "Cry as hard as you can and tell me I poisoned you, crippled your martial arts, and imprisoned you like a toy."
Just now in Tunyun Tower, when she was mad at him, she kept repeating the curse words to him in her mind.
Qing Guiyu originally thought that with his sharp mind, he should understand it immediately.
This most tortuous mind in the world should be able to deduce her plan clearly in just a moment.
But Shen Juansheng seemed to be frightened by her words. His face, which had finally regained some color, suddenly turned a thin layer of red starting from the ears.
"...Miss Qing," he turned his head away in a panic. This normally eloquent young master, Jin Sheng, had a hint of embarrassment in his voice.
"Is this okay? You...you let me..."
Qing Guiyu looked at him in disbelief.
"Let me let you cry a few times." She interrupted expressionlessly.
What's wrong with that? This bastard, where did all that cruelty go? Making him cry now is like asking for his life.
Shen Jiansheng turned his head hastily, letting his beautiful yet hazy eyes look at her, and his eyelashes quickly drooped.
"No, that's not very polite."
Good guy, what a good guy. Hasn't etiquette been trampled upon by him long ago?
She was so anxious that she whispered to him, "You have to be completely defenseless and at the mercy of others."
But the more she said this, the more the blush on his face deepened. Under those icy eyes, because of the words "at the mercy of others", it seemed as if they were stained with rouge.
But no matter how beautiful it is, it can’t make you eat, nor can it save your life.
"Chen Tianji," Qing Guiyu leaned over, leaned close to his ear, and threatened coldly, "If this drags on, I'll really leave."
Before he finished speaking.
The blush on Master Jin Sheng's face was suddenly suppressed.
Instead, there was a look of calmness and strangeness.
Qing Guiyu waited for a while.
I watched helplessly as a smile suddenly spread across that pale, pretty face and in those eyes dampened by moisture.
In such an ambiguous atmosphere, it does not seem awkward at all, but rather carries a bit of brightness and bewitching meaning.
Qing Guiyu's heart skipped a beat when she saw his reaction. Before she could figure out what his smile meant, she heard him speak calmly.
"Yes."
Before Qing Guiyu could react, a deliberately suppressed moan obediently flowed out from his beautiful lips.
"Miss Qing..."
The young master Jin Sheng whispered softly. His voice was a low gasp, with a hint of moisture, as if he had really suffered a great injustice.
"You... you cast a spell on me, and you even used this poison to cripple my martial arts..."
He just read out the words she had just composed, but the tone was completely different.
There was no panic, no anger, but instead it was as tender as a lover's complaint.
Qing Guiyu just felt his face getting a little hot.
What kind of thing was this? How could she, a doctor dedicated to saving lives, be reduced to forcing her patients to make such deceptive noises in the middle of the night?
So I felt a little embarrassed, so I quietly took two steps away from him and listened to the noise outside.
As if he heard her walking away, Shen Juansheng frowned suddenly.
"Miss Qing..." He suddenly murmured softly, as if begging, "This, this... You can't do this..."
Qing Guiyu turned his head suddenly,
"I...I'll listen to you..." He began to beg for mercy incoherently, his voice becoming increasingly low and trembling, "Please...don't go..."
——So vicious, I am the evil-hearted witch in the storybook.
What would the assassin outside think after hearing this? He would probably think that Qing Guiyu was really some kind of witch who "forced the Pavilion Master to take her and humiliated her to the utmost" and was now doing something absurd and unreasonable behind closed doors.
Qing Guiyu couldn't help but turn his head and secretly glanced at him in the dim light from the incense burner.
She was so scared that she almost bit her tongue.
Young Master Jin Sheng tilted his head slightly, his Adam's apple rolling up and down with his breathing. The blush on his face became deeper, like a piece of cold jade soaked in blood.
Her long hair was disheveled, and her pair of invisible eyes were staring blankly in her direction. Her eyelashes were trembling wetly, as if they would drop drops of water at any moment due to the weight.
"Miss Qing... please forgive me..." He suddenly frowned and sobbed softly, "...it hurts so much..."
In the room filled with the fragrance of seven fragrances, the tone of voice also became sweet and soft, like a pearl necklace that was forcibly torn apart and scattered.
If she hadn't known that this young man had almost never felt pain, she would have believed that she was torturing him!
All the hairs on Qing Guiyu's body stood up.
This was a torture to force a confession, not a debt of pleasure in a forbidden court!
Since ancient times, the Three Jins have been home to many resourceful individuals. A wise man, in his undertakings, will turn misfortune into fortune and failure into success.
That's not what I meant!
This person's strategies and tactics have all gone astray!
Suddenly, I heard him continue decisively. His words were clear and every word was understandable, but his tone was lingering and seemed hazy.
"If you want to destroy me... then destroy me..."
"As long as...as long as you want me..."
Qing Guiyu had to distract herself from the noise outside while also resisting the infuriating sounds from inside the room. It was more exhausting than fighting three hundred heroes in the martial arts world.
Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. What she built might be a nine-story demon tower.
We can't let him cry anymore!
If she continued crying, she would be angered to death before the assassin arrived.
But before she died of anger, she was replaced by Chen Juansheng's smile, which was so light that it was almost a sigh.
"...Yes," he murmured to himself, his voice as soft as a dream, concealing the tenderness of resignation and despair.
"As long as I can stay with Miss Qing... even if it's like this, it's... very good."
What's going on? I'm still three steps away from him!
It seemed like he was really tortured by her to the point of losing his mind and started talking crazy.
Qing Guiyu almost instinctively rushed forward, stretched out his hand without thinking, and pressed down Chen Juansheng's beautiful lips that were still gasping for breath.
What she touched was warmer than his cold skin, and with rapid breathing, it pressed against her palm again and again.
Shen Jiansheng's voice stopped abruptly.
As if startled by her sudden action, his empty eyes looked at her through his tangled hair, filled with a thicker layer of ice.
The room instantly became quiet, leaving only the two people's equally rapid heartbeats and the soft sound of tiles being stepped on outside the window.
Qing Guiyu covered his mouth, held his breath, and pressed the bamboo flute with his other hand.
But in this tense silence, her lips, which were covered by her hand, suddenly moved.
It was moist and cold, and he licked her fingers so gently.
All the hairs on Qing Guiyu's body stood up, and his hand seemed to be burned, and he wanted to pull it back suddenly.
But the moment she raised her hand, the half-closed window was broken open by a fierce gust of wind.
The sweet scent of the "Seven Return Fragrance" was slightly mixed with a hint of the cold northern night wind.
Here it comes.
Her heart trembled.
A figure fell and slipped in.
Qing Guiyu turned around and jumped up, turned with Tingyu Step, stepped onto the wooden table, and three golden rays shot out from the green-clothed shadow and penetrated into the big hole on his wrist.
The man groaned as the Seven Return Incense penetrated into his bones, his body stiffened, and with a clang, the short blade in his hand fell to the ground.
He wanted to turn around, but found that except for his eyeballs, he could not move an inch.
The young man in black clothes on the couch had already sat up straight.
The look of being tortured by his lover just now had disappeared without a trace. In its place was the calm, cruel, and beautiful face of Master Jin Sheng.
"You were the one who let Chen Yan go."
He didn't ask, but stated calmly, his voice clear and cold.
The underground assassin opened his mouth, as if trying to bite through the poison sac hidden between his teeth.
Qing Guiyu quickly turned around and used the technique of cutting blood and breaking bones. With a twist of the bamboo flute, he broke his jaw.
There was a light "click" sound, clean and neat.
...with her anger.
She turned around,
The young man who was supposed to be at the mercy of others was slowly straightening the hair on his clothes that had just been messed up by her.
Although he couldn't see, he was calm and composed, as if he had just woken up from a good sleep.
As a result, the atmosphere in the room became extremely awkward.
"Chen Tianji," Qing Guiyu cleared his throat, wiped his face, and tried to make his tone sound calm enough, "You just..."
"Miss Qing taught me to cry." Shen Juansheng smiled and lowered his voice, as if he felt aggrieved, but also as if he was being obedient. "It was Miss Qing who made me... cry more miserably."
"I didn't ask you to cry like that!" Qing Guiyu said angrily immediately.
"But," he said softly, his voice softer, his eyes misting over, as if genuinely confused, "if I don't cry like that, how can I appear... vulnerable?"
Shen Juan paused for a moment, as if he remembered something, a suspicious blush appeared on his face again, and his voice became even lower.
"That won't work, Miss Qing. They just want to destroy my martial arts or imprison me. These people won't dare to act immediately."
Young Master Jin Sheng turned around and seemed to glance at the fallen assassin.
Then he turned his head to one side, blushed as if embarrassed, and said to her firmly,
"Yeah. I don't have any good ideas."
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