Chapter 58: Why does it have to be like this? What should the two people who are infected with the love poison be like?
The three words almost burst out from between his teeth. Behind him, more than twenty riders spread out and half surrounded him.
The horses snorted, their hooves scraping the ground, stirring up a cloud of dry, choking dust. The glare from the weapons stung the eyes, all the malice clearly directed at the young man in black robes and gold thread.
The air suddenly became tense, and murderous intent was like an arrow on a bow.
Qing Guiyu broke out in a cold sweat on his back. He grabbed the bamboo flute and was about to dismount.
Shen Juansheng seemed unaware of it, and even raised his hand to soothingly stroke the back of her hand that was tightly gripping the reins.
The fingertips were still cold, and a strand of golden thread was dancing dangerously in the sunlight.
General Helan seemed a little apprehensive, and with a clang, he drew out his scimitar.
"I haven't seen you for a few days."
Young Master Jin Sheng finally stretched out his hands, with silk blades flowing. He bowed slightly and spoke calmly.
"The general was furious, but if the horses had not been spooked and scattered during the chaotic battle that day, could you and your warriors have escaped unscathed?
His eyes moved, sweeping across Qing Guiyu's furrowed brows, and then fell back on General Helan's face, as if he was speaking from the heart.
"At that time, arrows flew like locusts, and they were determined to take my life, even if they accidentally injured me. Chen Jiansheng was just an idler from the Southern Dynasty, so he was always timid. And although the general is wise and brave, he will surely be able to do nothing, but the men in your army must add a few more heroic spirits."
He paused, put his hands over his chin, and seemed to be thinking about something.
"As for the saltpeter, General, don't worry. The Tianji Pavilion always has some leeway when it comes to its actions. We should prepare a double portion of what you lost, and have the two leaders of the Tianji Pavilion, Fuxi and Baxia, personally escort them by a secret waterway. This will ensure that you don't lose face in the court. This is one of the reasons."
Chen Juansheng stretched out two slender fingers, "Secondly, the general has gone to great lengths to chase us two, surely not to reminisce about the past or to hear another sound."
His eyes passed over Qing Guiyu meaningfully and very briefly, so quickly that it almost seemed like an illusion.
General Helan was furious when he heard him say this.
"Well, you still have the nerve to talk to me about this? The royal court ordered the return of the life-saving secret technique, yet you repeatedly obstructed me! The Southern Barbarians say things never happen more than three times, yet you've already taken this little girl away three times. I'd have to be a two-year-old to trust you again!"
Chen Juansheng remained silent, but took a step forward, lowered his head, and a strand of golden thread wrapped around his fingers suddenly popped out, and wrapped around the middle of the arrow shaft as lightly as a spirit snake, and then moved his fingers to guide it.
The long arrow that was deeply embedded in the soil was suddenly pulled out by this casual move. It made a light "topping" sound when it left the soil, and dust and dirt fell from the arrow.
The golden light flickered, and the feathered arrow covered with dirt seemed to be held by someone, and fell lightly into his outstretched palm.
This skillful move, which made light work of a heavy object, transforming strength into softness, was so exquisite that it was almost eerie. General Helan was fine, but the knights of the Northern Frontier behind him, each gripping their weapons tightly, their expressions trembling.
At this critical moment when everyone was afraid that he would fight to the death,
Chen Juansheng looked at the feather arrow carefully, smiled, flicked his finger on it, dust flew away, and a dangerous white light flashed on the sharp arrowhead.
Then, with a flash of cold light, he calmly and skillfully put the arrow against his throat.
"The general has been ordered to send Miss Qing to the royal court to treat the nobleman," he said with a smile, looking at the shocked crowd.
"Which noble person is this? The general knows for himself. It's hard to explain in such a crowded place."
"But everyone in the world knows that I have been infected with Miss Qing's love Gu, which shows that she loves me the most."
This Jinsheng Master suddenly changed the subject, glanced at Liubo secretly, and looked back at Qing Guiyu who was standing there in a daze with tenderness and affection.
"If I die now, what will happen if Miss Qing, who has a strong temper, holds a grudge against me? What if..."
The arrowhead pressed lower on his throat, oozing blood. He tilted his head.
"...Did you accidentally injure me?"
——There are people in this world who use their own lives to turn the tables and threaten to kill those who want to kill them.
It's really strange.
Helan laughed out of anger, but his words hit the nail on the head.
If a doctor who harbors resentment and has superb medical skills is determined to commit suicide for love and is willing to perish together with his lover, it would be extremely troublesome.
His eyes were calm, his expression was gentle, and there was no trace of coercion in his eyes.
"Then what do you want?!" Helan gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to crush this evildoer to death on the spot.
"Ah." A faint arc appeared on the corner of Shen Juansheng's lips.
"I've heard that something grows in the snowy mountains—" He glanced around, passing the horses behind General Helan, "Hmm, the Horseshoe Snow Lotus. It's said to have miraculous effects of whitening bones, bridging meridians, and prolonging life. This thing might just be the key to healing. General, please prepare your carriage and take us two there to investigate."
Even Qing Guiyu's eyelids twitched at his casual nonsense. After all, she had read medical books and scrolls for many years. Where in the world had there ever been such a thing as the horseshoe snow lotus?
Such a perfunctory and clumsy lie naturally could not be concealed, and General Helan was almost furious with him.
"Chen Juansheng, do you really think I'm a two-year-old kid? Even if I don't kill you, this little girl will definitely be sent to the royal court. Where she goes is up to you, right?"
"General," Shen Jiansheng frowned and said seriously, "General, have you ever thought that asking Miss Qing to treat the disease will definitely cure it? If the treatment is not effective, and the person was secretly sent by the Helan tribe, what will the Helan tribe do?"
These words made General Helan's face turn pale. This was because his words really hit the nail on the head. Fetching and fetching doctors was indeed a thankless and hot potato. When he took on this task, there were many complaints in the tent.
Shen Yansheng continued,
"The news of the treasure hidden in the Snow Mountain has spread throughout the martial world. All kinds of evil spirits have gathered here, and the road must be very turbulent. General, make the news louder and louder to deter the evildoers. This will not only keep us safe, but also demonstrate your sincere desire to find the medicine." He paused.
"Regardless of the outcome of your treatment, the general's sincerity is known to all. When the time comes to bring this up in the court, even if it proves unsuccessful, it will be a foregone conclusion."
Young Master Jinsheng smiled slightly, bowed slightly, his black clothes fluttering, and his free hand picked up a few strands of golden threads.
"For the general, the expense is insignificant. Since Chen Jiansheng relies on you for everything, I'm naturally sincere and doing this for you."
These words were flawless and logical. General Helan's expression shifted again and again, a mixture of shock and anger. The strife within the Northern Frontier court had been revealed by this seemingly frail young man, far away in the Southern Dynasty.
He glanced back and forth at Shen Juansheng's calm and composed face, obviously weighing the pros and cons.
"Good! Very good!" This time Bangke finally managed to make some sounds, his tone was hoarse, and he suppressed some murderous aura.
"Chen Tianji, what a plan!" He suddenly raised his hand and waved towards the cavalry behind him.
"Get off the horse! Prepare a car for... for Shen Tianji and this little girl!"
Chen Juansheng stretched out his other hand, the gold thread on his cuffs casting a cold luster.
"General, you are very understanding and righteous. I admire you very much. Please prepare a good carriage and good horses. Miss Qing's shoulder injury has not healed yet, and it is really not suitable for her to endure the hardship of riding a horse again."
He paused, his eyes coldly glancing at the fierce Northern Frontier cavalry, "And please, General, restrain your troops and don't disturb us while we rest."
"You!" General Helan was so choked by his blatant encroachment that his face turned blue, but he could not vent his anger. He could only wave his hand angrily and yelled to the person behind him,
"What are you still standing there for! Go! Get the best carriage! It must be stable! Send another team of people to escort it!" He emphasized the word "escort" very much, which was full of the meaning of surveillance.
Chen Juansheng watched those people return with a solemn look. He casually discarded the feather arrow that was against his throat, turned around, and suddenly a smile spread across his face, like spring ice breaking, so bright that it was almost blinding.
"Miss Qing," he called softly, his voice softening again, "be careful of your shoulder."
The tone was completely gentle, as if the stern young man who had just persuaded the Northern Frontier General to surrender with his eloquence was just an illusion of others.
The heavy carved nanmu carriage was covered with a thick and soft snow-white wolfskin mattress. Gilded incense burners hung on the four corners, emitting the precious fragrance of frankincense.
Chen Juansheng, still with perfect familiarity, helped her into the carriage, then ducked in. Seeing Qing Guiyu practically slumped onto the soft brocade mattress, he naturally sat down beside her. His dark robes masked the sharp, bitter air.
He lowered the curtains, blocking out the last ray of sunlight.
Qing Guiyu's mind, which had been tense because of him for a while, finally relaxed a little. She rubbed her temples, and the feeling of fatigue surged up. She leaned against the wall of the carriage and let out a long breath.
But before the breath could dissipate smoothly, the light in front of him suddenly dimmed.
A sense of oppression, tinged with a sharp, bitter fragrance and an icy chill, instantly enveloped her. Dark robes enveloped her like the veil of night. Her scattered black hair cascaded down, brushing against her cheeks and neck along with golden threads, sending a chilly, tingling sensation.
Shen Juansheng unexpectedly leaned over her without any warning, pushing her whole body crookedly down and falling onto the soft and thick brocade cushion behind her.
"Ah?" Qing Guiyu was stunned.
"Silent sound?" she asked in surprise. "What are you doing?"
The light in the car was forcibly dimmed, and the body that was lying down blocked most of the light. That overly beautiful face was so close that their breaths touched.
"Hush..." Young Master Jinsheng panted slightly, his breath carrying a hint of coolness and dampness. It brushed against the tip of her nose and the skin on the side of her neck, causing a slight shudder.
Qing Guiyu panicked and struggled slightly, only to find Chen Juansheng's knee pressed against the bend of her leg. He pressed one hand through her clothes, under her uninjured shoulder blade, while his other hand passed through the space behind her neck, his five fingers wrapped around the gold thread, gently inserting them into her hair.
"Outside," his voice was extremely hoarse, and every word seemed to be ground out from the sand under the shaft of a cart, with a frequency that was deliberately bewitching. "The people following us have very sharp ears."
Shen Jiansheng tilted his head slightly, his lips brushed across her earlobe, and his breath coiled into her ear canal like an icy poisonous snake.
"Miss Qing, have you forgotten? I... should have been infected with the love poison."
He bit out the last few words deliberately, and the ending tone was trembling and drawn out, carrying a playful and dangerous meaning.
"The two people who were infected with the love poison—" The cold fingertips brushed the pulse at the edge of her neck. As if stimulated by the sudden acceleration of blood, the young man in black clothes' Adam's apple rolled violently.
The voice lowered a little, just like the whispers of a lover, wandering privately behind the backs of outsiders.
"If we were to be alone together, and remain so quiet and silent... it really... wouldn't be appropriate..."
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