Chapter 57: Suspicion within suspicion is all because Mr. Jin Sheng stole my love
Well, it’s definitely not going to get better.
With a figure like Master Jinsheng following us, only here can we be so confident.
"Shall we go, Miss Qing?"
Such a gentle and submissive voice rang in her ears, which could be described as affectionate, but the arms holding her were cold and restrained.
The hand wrapped in gold thread, which had just performed a thousand transformations, lightly touched her uninjured right arm.
Shen Juansheng lowered his head towards her, his black hair falling down, and he cleverly used his body to block the gazes of the people downstairs, as well as her tiny attempts to break free.
"You..." Qing Guiyu was about to speak, but was gently interrupted by him.
"Miss Qing just heard it too," the young man in black clothes lowered his head slightly, his breath brushing against her temples, like a whisper in her ear.
"The situation is complicated right now. Besides," he hesitated, "can you... still go on alone?"
Young Master Jin Sheng's eyes fell on her injured left shoulder. The look in his eyes was complicated and hard to discern, as if he was hurt, but also simply annoyed.
"Finally, Miss Qing is willing to smile in front of me, and she promised..."
Yes, yes, yes!
It was the words "Let's go together" that were blurted out in the chaos!
Of course, Chen Juansheng knew that she couldn't ignore these people in the martial arts world, or even the life and death of the innkeeper, and there was absolutely no way she could completely break up with him at this time.
What's more, to the north of here is the Northern Frontier, a dangerous place with many inhabitants, and there are so many martial arts masters with ulterior motives who were lured here by him.
The Cao Gang and Xinglinwu people were still standing stiffly downstairs, their faces pale and blue. The fight was suppressed by Master Jinsheng's "fairy couple" forced buying and selling, leaving only the mess on the ground and these embarrassed and angry people who dared not speak out.
"Okay, you can do it."
Qing Guiyu stretched out a hand, but in the end he could only give in slightly.
Right now, getting rid of these confused and fearful gazes was the most important thing. As for the gorgeous venomous snake lurking beside him, he would just take it one step at a time.
"I'll 'watch over' you," she gritted her teeth, "but if you harm innocent people or harm my junior brother, I'll kill you even if it means risking my own life."
Chen Juansheng's beautiful eyes lit up instantly, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, he pursed his lips, and a hazy blush spread across his face.
The cold attitude that forced everyone to flatter him absurdly and controlled the overall situation was instantly covered up by this young man.
"Well," he replied softly, even with a cautiously flattering tone, "No."
He whispered this assurance to her, his fingertips wanting to touch her wrist.
"Miss Qing, wherever she wants to go, I will... accompany her."
Qing Guiyu glared at him hatefully.
However, Shen Juansheng seemed not to care about her ferocious attitude at all, and just looked at her with attachment.
"If you want to go...find someone, I'll go with you."
After a long time, the young man finally turned his gaze to the downstairs, nodded, and smiled slightly. He still had the elegant demeanor of Young Master Jin Sheng. It seemed that the Nine-Ring Sword had not been shaken away at all, and it was not a strange request from him at all.
"Everyone, we'll meet again. My wife needs to rest, so I'll take my leave."
Qing Guiyu gritted his teeth and walked down the creaking stairs step by step, facing so many gazes. Thinking of the innkeeper's wife, he glanced at her and saw fear in her eyes.
"Sound of deep engraving."
She looked back at him uneasily and said timidly.
She was forcibly taken away by Beijiang, and she didn't have much silver with her. Without money, it would be impossible.
Being addressed like this, Young Master Jinsheng smiled softly and nodded. With a flick of his fingertips, a gold ingot landed on the wooden table in front of the frightened proprietress with a soft clatter.
"Mother is frightened. I need money for the room and medicine."
As I walked out of the inn, the bloody smell instantly faded a lot, mixed with dust and the warm afternoon sunshine, which cleared my confused mind.
In the stable, the frightened horse they had arrived with was snorting irritably. Shen Juansheng untied the reins and held out his hand to her. The hand was bony and pale.
Qing Guiyu was furious. But if she wanted to go alone, she needed to heal her wounds quickly.
She was afraid that the wound would open again and cause further delay, so she finally nodded.
Young Master Jinsheng carefully lifted her onto the horse's back and then climbed onto the horse himself. His dark robes fluttered with golden threads, covering her like a net.
"Miss Qing is injured in the shoulder. The bumpy ride might tear the wound." The voice sounded close to her ear, with a slightly cold breath and full of legitimate concern.
The steed galloped, the wind brushed my cheeks, and the road was filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees.
Shen Juansheng controlled the reins skillfully, not going fast but moving at an unusually steady pace, obviously taking her injuries into consideration.
Qing Guiyu's body was stiff, and he tried to lean forward, trying to distance himself from the overly close distance. But with every bump, his back inevitably hit his slightly cool embrace.
Every breath seemed to inhale the lingering, complex scent of bitterness and blood from his body.
They followed the path north, avoiding official roads and large towns.
The titles of "wife", "Madam", and "wife" were addressed to people of all kinds in a gentle and calm voice, with light words, calling her in different ways.
The call became more and more fluent, and the tenderness in his eyes became more and more realistic, almost enough to make every villager or postman who did not know the truth look at him with kindness or envy.
The road was not deserted, and we passed two market towns or simple tea stalls.
At such times, Chen Juansheng would always considerately come down to rest and let her get some fresh air.
And the wind of the world blew into her ears at the right time.
At a dusty roadside tea stall, several customers at the next table, armed with weapons, were talking loudly.
"Have you heard? Medicine King Valley has closed down! They say they're cleaning up the mess after Lu Baiyi left. Old Valley Master Zhang's lineage is completely finished..."
Qing Guiyu turned his head.
——The Medicine King Valley has been cleaning up its ranks for many years, but it has not been able to get rid of her.
"Tsk tsk, who would have thought that 'Wuwang Sword' would betray his master? It is said that he took away the valley's treasures and injured several elders!"
You need to know in your heart that this is nonsense.
——There are only two elders in the valley now, and the treasure in the valley was stolen by her seven years ago!
"Medicine King Valley is offering a reward of ten thousand taels of gold, plus three Nine-Transformation Resurrection Pills, for Lu Baiyi's head. Dead or alive."
Shake your head and sigh.
——There is no such thing as the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill in Yaowang Valley.
"The news leaked out from the Tianji Pavilion. Lu Baiyi had already contacted the Tianji Pavilion privately. This time he defected to pave the way for the Snow Mountain Sect's secret treasure! The internal strife in the Medicine King Valley, he took the opportunity to withdraw. Isn't this a good calculation by Shen Tianji!"
She lowered her head and thought carefully.
——Young Senior Brother is colluding with the Tianji Pavilion. This is probably the most ridiculous news today...
"Bah, what nonsense! They're all saying it's because Young Master Jin Sheng stole my love..."
…
Qing Guiyu finally choked out the tea he had half drunk.
Chen Juansheng had a calm expression on his face. He stretched out his hand obediently to help her calm down, glancing to the side.
It’s fake, all fake.
She was so angry that her mind went blank. She stood up suddenly, but she stood up so quickly that her vision went dark.
"Miss Qing!"
Chen Juansheng quickly stood up and took her into his arms. Her forehead hit his chest, and her nose was suddenly filled with a clear and dangerous breath.
"Fake, let me go..."
She struggled angrily, and her desire to argue was so urgent that her voice almost sounded like tears.
Chen Juansheng, however, hugged her tightly in panic, his chin resting on the top of her head, his arms gathered together, and imprisoned her tightly in his arms.
"Shh... don't be afraid." He whispered in her ear, with that familiar, creepy gentleness, like a hunter comforting frightened prey. "Don't be afraid."
What a load of rubbish. How could she possibly be at peace?
After all, the young man behind her, who was said to be poisoned by love, was clinging to her tightly, feeling completely the intense emotional fluctuations she was experiencing due to her worry about another man.
"—For the past two days, Miss Qing has been thinking about your 'little senior brother'.
Beneath the clear and gentle voice, something turbid was rolling, and the mist in the eyes seemed to solidify.
“It’s human nature to worry.”
There was no emotion in Shen Juansheng's tone, it just sounded like he was talking to himself.
"After all... he saved Miss Qing's life and is a very important person to her."
Coming from his mouth, these words were too dangerous.
"What do you know?" Qing Guiyu raised her head in his arms, finally unable to hold back.
"Did you spread the rumor? What exactly do you want to do? What good will this do you?"
With the anger that had been pent up in her for many days.
Shen Juansheng raised his delicate eyes and looked at her sadly.
"Me?" He chuckled softly. "Rivers and lakes are like the sea, storms arise naturally. How can I be sure of that?"
"Benefits..." He hesitated, then leaned down to embrace her body, his gaze fixed on her lips, which were slightly trembling with nervousness. His eyelashes drooped, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.
"I am your slave."
Chen Juansheng raised his hand, and with dangerous intimacy, gently brushed away a strand of hair stuck to her cheek that was stuck with sweat.
"I just want... Miss Qing to be where I can see her, well, um..."
His voice became lower and lower, as if he was carefully and deliberately seducing her, and his body moved closer and closer, surrounding her with a cold, bitter fragrance mixed with masculine scent.
"Miss Qing has injured herself for the sake of others, and even...she is willing to sacrifice her life."
He lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, and his voice was very soft, revealing a morbid tenderness.
Young Master Jin Sheng often uses this tactic of retreating to advance and showing weakness by entering the game.
Qing Guiyu turned her head and looked him up and down, then pushed him away angrily and kicked a small stone at her feet.
"Are you afraid you'll die before I can heal you, so you want to keep me trapped by your side, like this?"
"Trapped?" Shen Juansheng took a step back, as if he was hurt by the word, and mist formed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a gray, real grievance.
He held out his hand to her.
"Miss Qing clearly promised... to go with me."
——Yes, that’s frustrating enough.
"Don't touch me!" She turned her head away angrily.
Shen Jiansheng paused, his fingertips hovering at the side of her neck, staring at her blankly. Finally, he just sighed slightly and withdrew his hand.
"Yeah." He lowered his head, took a half step back, and kept some distance. The oppressive aura around him disappeared instantly, and he regained his gentle and polite appearance.
"Miss Qing always thinks of me like this," he sighed softly, "I just... don't want you to get hurt again. As for Brother Lu,"
He paused for a moment, then continued in a calm tone,
"I find it strange, too. Lu Baiyi has always been a respectable and kind person. He must have had his reasons for leaving on his own." He pondered for a moment and smiled at her. "Perhaps it was because it happened so suddenly that he didn't mention it to Miss Qing beforehand."
Lu Guiyan had been in the valley for many years, having been a disciple of Valley Master Zhang since the beginning. Since the Valley Master treated him like his own son, his background was unknown to all but a few elders, and no one in the valley was in a position to ask about it.
Young Master Jin Sheng is well versed in people's hearts, and he chose to use the most admiring tone to say such provocative words.
Qing Guiyu knew clearly that he would not say a good word about Lu Guiyan, but after hearing him say that, she could only turn her back and get angry at him.
"Miss Qing, aren't you childhood sweethearts? Who knows him better than you?"
He turned his head, glanced at her back, and smiled softly, "Why do you think he would leave even if it meant bearing the stigma of a traitor?"
Throwing the question back to her in this way cleverly led her to doubt and waver.
Take it when things are chaotic, separate it when it is close, and doubt will arise from doubt.
Like a poisonous snake licking the earlobe, the fingertips delicately plucked the anxious and confused strings.
She didn't know how Huangdi's acupuncture could change one's emotions, but she clearly felt that the shy and quiet young man in the medicine house had disappeared without a trace.
After that damn needle-sting treatment, all that was left in this body was a madman who was terrified and humbled by the slightest pain she felt.
What's worse is that this person happens to be the extremely wise and ruthless master of Tianji Pavilion.
In fact, we only traveled for two days.
When they reached a busier pass, Shen Jiansheng reined in his horse, turned over and got off, lowering his head in embarrassment.
"What's wrong?" Qing Guiyu asked him.
"No," he thought thoughtfully, "Walking like this is too hard for Miss Qing." He raised his head and continued, "Your wound needs more medicine to heal it."
"I can only see an old friend." Chen Juansheng placed his fingertips on her hand, which was icy cold. He turned around and smiled, "Don't be afraid, Miss Qing, don't be afraid."
He finished speaking, and not long after, a deep clatter of horse hooves approached from afar, breaking through the voices of the people at the pass. The sound was not loud, but it carried a sense of well-trained order and oppression.
Qing Guiyu looked in the direction of the sound alertly.
On the other side of the official road, a group of about twenty black riders were galloping towards this side quickly.
They wore Northern Frontier fur coats, carried bows on their backs, and long swords on their waists, riding tall and majestic horses. The leader, dressed in brocade robes and armor, was the Northern Frontier general who had been furious when Shen Jiansheng used saltpeter to startle his horse during the melee on the official road a few days ago.
Qing Guiyu's heart trembled and he put his hand on the bamboo flute at his waist.
The man reined in his warhorse, and the horse reared up and let out a long neigh.
Young Master Jin Sheng simply raised his hand, his eyes turned away from under his beautiful eyebrows, and his sleeves wrapped with gold threads swayed slightly.
With a whoosh, a long feathered arrow shot accurately in front of Shen Juansheng, and the arrowhead sank deeply into the ground. The horse he was holding was frightened and stamped its hooves restlessly.
"Damn it!"
The muscles on General Helan's face twitched, and he was obviously furious. He cursed several times in his throat, and finally squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.
"What a damn deep, deep, deep sound!"
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