Chapter 41: Shackled and killed, we must sleep together, and we must die together. This disease...
This young man actually taught people how to lock himself up and waited for her hidden between layers of curtains. If it were someone else, there might be a slight possibility that it was a coincidence.
If you say Mr. Jinsheng. Ha.
She turned away, and Shen Juansheng's gaze followed her, his beautiful brows furrowed. "Miss Qing... aren't you going to do anything?"
His expression changed, and in an instant, he picked up some lingering thoughts out of thin air. His eyelashes trembled, and he said sadly, "Is it not possible?"
Qing Guiyu held his forehead, feeling helpless. He tapped the beams in the room with his bamboo flute. "Chen Juansheng, did you ask me to come here? Tell the truth."
Such a beautiful woman, despite her illness, deliberately locked the heavy curtains tightly, and even tried to express a suffocating affection in the small room.
"Yeah." He smiled, leaning back a little, a look of profound satisfaction on his face. The infatuated look faded, and a glint of inspiration flickered in his misty eyes. He said nonchalantly, "Anyway...it's like this, by the way."
Or was she being too polite to him? By the way? By the way, testing her?
Young Master Jin Sheng sighed softly, looking thoughtful as he muttered to himself, "I've made it this far, and it's still not enough. I'm really too timid."
Qing Guiyu twirled the bamboo flute in her hand and looked at him in confusion.
Chen Juansheng suddenly raised his head, the iron and gold chains on his body clattering crisply. He leaned out and looked around, "When Miss Qing came, was there anyone else outside?"
Suddenly, his eyes flickered, a look of understanding filled his expression. He gritted his teeth and said coldly, "Ah, it must be the White Sword. Shameless, stalking me, chasing me desperately..."
I really can't stand it. How can someone be so shameless?
After all, seeing that he looked weak, Qing Guiyu picked up the bamboo flute, pursed her lips, and didn't say anything harsh.
"Miss Qing," he thought for a moment and said again, "Come here."
"Look, I can't touch you either," he said with a smile, glancing at the iron chains and shackles covering his body. His voice softened under his peach blossom eyes, "Well, if Miss Qing is willing to... touch me, then... that's fine."
That's enough. Qing Guiyu raised a hand, signaling him to shut up.
Shen Juansheng remained silent obediently. With such a subtle and indescribable feeling in her heart, she took two steps closer to the iron chain.
He suddenly leaned forward, causing the chains to rattle and the curtains to sway slightly. A few strands of long black hair were caught in the iron chains and torn off.
He was very insensitive and seemed to take the pain completely for granted. Qing Guiyu had no choice but to reach out and lift the heavy chain. Shen Jiansheng took the opportunity to move closer, and his cold and poisonous breath brushed against his ears.
"Today... I'm afraid it won't work," he whispered softly, like a long-parted lover, his breath chilling the tips of his ears. "When the other factions arrive and the valley bustles with activity, please... don't forget me, Miss Qing."
Young Master Jin Sheng leaned back, a playful sadness appearing on his face again. He stared at her without blinking, and repeated with a nostalgic tone, "Miss Qing."
In the late spring of Yaowang Valley, the trees are full of flowers, the grass is lush and the birds are flying. It is such a beautiful time. Qing Guiyu really doesn't want to remember him, but he has to be in her heart.
She waited carefully and attentively, and after about ten days, carriages and horses from the martial arts sects arrived in the valley.
Yaowang Valley is known as the foremost place in Jianghu for traditional Chinese medicine. Upon hearing that a disciple from the valley is in need, most martial arts sects will lend a hand. Some of this is done with a purpose: to build good relationships, so that if one of their own sects ever proves useful, they can speak up.
Now, with the Medicine King Valley Master murdered and news spreading that the Heavenly Secret Pavilion Master had confessed his guilt and been imprisoned in the valley, the martial arts world was in an uproar. Such earth-shaking events were rare in the past decade.
Now that Medicine King Valley had decided to widely issue invitations to heroes, inviting all the heroes to discuss and decide, any sect that received an invitation would naturally be overjoyed. This was perhaps even more remarkable than a martial arts alliance. No sect dared to neglect it. Upon receiving the invitation, they all rode at full speed, day and night. Some sects, even those who had never received an invitation, pretended to come with an invitation in order to gain some status in the martial arts world and see the world.
Qing Guiyu was caught in a vortex, and she had been hiding herself for the past few days. Fortunately, she had been hiding in the market for many years and was very familiar with this.
While the reputation of the Love Gu was embarrassing, Young Master Jin Sheng's actions were ten times more bizarre. The Tianji Pavilion was known for its secretive practices, and everyone's concerns were compounded by curiosity, often leading to conversations about it. When Shen Juansheng's wild words came out, no one in Medicine King Valley dared to stop her. Qing Guiyu, accustomed to her own solitude, occasionally overheard some gossip, but fortunately, she was naturally carefree and didn't take the matter seriously.
So that evening, Qing Guiyu put on the bamboo flute, put on the golden needle bag, finished, and slipped into the corridor of the Jade Pavilion.
She didn't want to fight either, so she quenched some numbing powder on the golden needle, thinking that if she wanted to gain entry into the sect, she couldn't afford to see blood.
But this trip was much smoother than last time. Qing Guiyu was surprised, thinking that the disciples in the valley had to go and receive visitors from various factions today, so they relaxed the guards in the pavilion. Perhaps they thought that Shen Juansheng, imprisoned by layers of chains, would not cause any trouble? She thought carefully and felt that something was a little strange.
He couldn't help but feel worried again. Qing Guiyu scolded himself in his heart, but still couldn't help but go to see Chen Juansheng's condition.
Inside the prison cell at Cangyu Pavilion, everything was the same as before. Qing Guiyu held her breath as she saw the sickly young man still chained and leaning against the couch. Her tense shoulders finally relaxed.
"Young lady,"
The voice, wrapped in the coolness of night dew, struck my ears. In this dark and deep night, Shen Jiansheng's posture was no different from ten days ago, except that his pale knuckles were boredly twisting a piece of iron shackles. The air soaked by the rust of the hinges was filled with a long wait. He put his finger to his lips and called her softly,
"Come closer," he said with a smile. The chains rattled, and Qing Guiyu subconsciously took a half step back, scanning the exquisitely decorated curtained cell. "Tonight, I'm going to dismantle this exquisitely decorated pavilion for Miss Qing."
Qing Guiyu pursed her lips. She hesitated for a moment, unsure whether what he said was true or false. This man's true and false were etched into his bones, and she couldn't believe he would explain it to her clearly.
"Hmm." She clutched the bamboo flute and took a half-step forward. Young Master Jinsheng smiled faintly, his voice suddenly softening. His long sleeves slipped down, revealing his wrists, where the gold threads had long been removed and replaced with iron chains. "Miss Qing, what you want to know most right now is who murdered your master."
The air seemed to freeze at that moment. She held her breath.
"It's not that I can't tell Miss Qing," the frail and scheming young man pondered for a moment, his chains making tiny crackling sounds as he moved, "but I'm afraid it might alarm others, so it wasn't appropriate before."
"Chen Juansheng, speak clearly, what do you mean?" Her voice tightened and she leaned forward unconsciously.
Shen Juansheng gently stroked the shackles on his wrist, his eyes wandering, and he shook his head gently, "This person is cautious and fearful by nature, but also has an impatient temper."
He suddenly raised his eyes and looked directly at Qing Guiyu. She took a half step back cautiously.
"Miss Qing hasn't even left Yuzhou for a day, and when her words can't be conveyed clearly, she has already sent her men to kill her in a hurry." He leaned over and glanced sideways. Qing Guiyu followed his gaze, but only saw the swaying shadow of the curtain.
"After a few days, I couldn't sit still anymore and rushed over in a hurry, without even informing my disciples and White Swords in advance."
His slender fingers tapped the chain, dragging it and making a dull sound against the edge of the couch. "Since you've decided to forge the Yaowang Valley Golden Needle, and then go to the Cao Gang in person, you're afraid of being held accountable, so you just want to come here and put things to rest."
Shen Juansheng wasn't looking at her, but at the shadow behind her. A chill ran up her spine, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
"And then?" She placed her hand on the needle bag at her waist, and became extremely alert.
"That day we took a carriage and came to Yaowang Valley. This person should have just sat at home and waited for us to fall into his trap." Young Master Jinsheng leaned on the couch. The golden and iron chains in the dim room flickered, and swayed on his neck as he spoke, revealing some red marks of suppression.
Shen Juansheng suddenly started coughing. Seeing him in this cell, his fingertips were shaking slightly with the chains, and it was unclear whether it was because of weakness or pleasure.
When the coughing subsided, Master Jinsheng shook his head, leaned on the side of the couch, and continued,
"But he was momentarily apprehensive, anxious and fearful. He summoned the greatest courage of his life and ruthlessly killed his senior brother, the Valley Master..." He suddenly stopped here, his eyes sweeping around like a knife. "He only wanted to divert the trouble away and stop me outside the valley, disregarding everything else."
Suddenly, a slight sound came from the curtain on the beam. Qinggui turned his eyes with the golden needle in his jade hand, but Chen Juansheng smiled. The chain made a crisp clash sound as he moved.
"Advance and retreat, timid and cowardly, how can you be successful?" He raised his head slightly, his eyes wandering downwards, his long eyelashes drooping, and sneered clearly.
Qing Guiyu looked at his suddenly fierce expression, and her heartbeat pressed against her throat.
"Even at this moment, he is still secretly plotting and spying on me, wanting to kill me but not daring to do so."
Young Master Jin Sheng lowered his head and waved his hand, his eyes shifting to the shackles dangling in the air, the curtains entwined like ghosts. "Why bother? It's torture for me just to watch. I'll just help with a little help."
He lowered his voice, and a sickly red flush appeared at the corners of his eyes amidst his untied long hair. His wrist, which was rubbed with blood from the shackles, suddenly turned over.
"It's a pity you're terribly afraid of me. Although you're certain there's a trick going on, you're afraid I might cause some mishap while the various factions are discussing it. After much thought, you absolutely can't bear to let me live until tomorrow."
"I have to show up here."
There was a very light sound of fabric rubbing behind her. Before she could turn around, she saw the cold light of a sharp blade reflected in the misty eyes of Master Jin Sheng, and heard him whisper,
"Han Shu,"
The voice was so gentle it was creepy.
"You've been tossing and turning anxiously for the past few days, so you haven't slept well, have you?"
Qing Guiyu suddenly held up the bamboo flute, Canhe Tingyu turned quickly, the green hem of his clothes fluttered up and down, and he jumped into the shadow in front of the door.
This exquisite prison cell was airtight. The curtain moved without wind, and a figure slowly walked out.
Elder Han Shuo, dressed in a long, dark robe, held a judge's pen in hand, his face as pale as the dark spots on the paper. He twirled his beard with one hand while stroking the handle of the pen with the other, his joints trembling with the effort.
Seeing her move, Han Shu didn't take her seriously at all. Qing Guiyu glanced over and saw that the door was closed on both sides. If it was true as Shen Juansheng said, Elder Han was so afraid of him, he must have locked it from the outside beforehand.
She gritted her teeth, her emotions churning inside. After years of attachment to her master, she still didn't want to believe that it was Uncle Han Liu who killed her master.
"Chen Tianji," Han Shu glanced at him indifferently and said in a deep voice, "I respect you by calling you Chen Tianji at this moment because I truly admire you. But you still won't survive today."
Han Shu frowned and glanced at Qing Guiyu, the judge's pen in his hand flashing a sinister cold light. He paused, his jaw line tensed, and said sarcastically,
"I just didn't expect you to want to drag this girl into a suicide."
"Yes." Young Master Jinsheng did not hesitate at all. His pale and beautiful face turned towards her, with suppressed emotions, and then turned into a variety of beautiful expressions.
He smiled and nodded, then whispered in a sigh, "Since I'm infected with the love poison, I must sleep with you in life and study with you in death."
The young man's face flushed brightly again. Blood-red needle marks streaked behind his eyebrows as he shook his head gently, streaking through the rust-filled air. "What can I do? Chen Juansheng is just that kind of person."
Qing Guiyu took a step back, clasping the golden needle in her hand and tightly gripping the bamboo flute. She looked at him, then at Han Shu, a little sweat on her forehead.
I relaxed my guard against him a little, but unexpectedly, Shen Juansheng's illness became quite serious.
Young Master Jin Sheng leaned against the layers of chains, his morbid beauty emerging, like a bright red, beautiful venomous snake, lingering, spitting out its poison.
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