Chapter 59 An Gu's unfinished words were swallowed by Zhao Huaixu's burning breath...
Fang Yilan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she finally opened her eyes. Zhao Huaixu's palm was against her wrist bone.
"Alan..." he called her in a low voice.
His memory was also awakened, and the deaths of fifty personal soldiers came to mind vividly.
Fang Yilan suddenly gasped violently, her back arched beneath the covers, her pupils covered with a layer of gray. She stared blankly at the beams and asked, "Why did you save me?"
"Why save me!" She growled hoarsely, the last word stuck in her throat and turned into a cough that shook the bed slightly.
Can't she just be killed?
Zhao Huaixu had never seen Fang Yilan so broken. Tears trickled down her cheeks. He tightened his grip on her wrist, but couldn't utter a single word.
Fang Yilan wiped her tears and tried to get up by holding onto the edge of the bed.
Zhao Huaixu stopped her from getting up: "You are seriously injured and poisoned. You need to rest well."
Fang Yilan refused and placed her palm on his chest, but she felt the rough gauze beneath his clothes. Recalling the bulge on his neck and the blood on his chest, she retracted her hand as if she had been electrocuted.
I could only turn sideways, curl myself up in the quilt, and mutter, "You go out first, I want to be alone."
The falling hair was like a black barrier, separating the two people at the two ends of light and shadow.
Zhao Huaixu gently stroked her hair: "You should heal your wound first, and then those things..."
"Get out!" Fang Yilan interrupted her abruptly, shook off his hand that was covering her head, and turned away from him.
"I'm just outside the door." Zhao Huaixu sighed and took a half step back. The wooden door behind him made a dull sound and closed.
He leaned against the door with his head raised. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly heard the crisp sound of porcelain cracking in the room.
Zhao Huaixu slammed the door open and saw Fang Yilan holding a piece of porcelain in his hand, leaving a bloody mark on his palm.
"What are you doing!" Zhao Huaixu's eyes were bloodshot, and he tried to snatch the porcelain piece with his bare hands, not caring about the blood that scratched his fingertips.
The porcelain pieces made a teeth-grinding friction sound as the two men wrestled.
Fang Yilan knew he had misunderstood, so she relaxed her grip, but she only sneered, "I've already said it before, it's better for me to die."
"You can't die." Zhao Huaixu threw the porcelain pieces away and said lightly, "As long as I'm here, you can't die."
He suddenly stepped forward, pinching her jaw with his bloody fingertips, his nose almost brushing against her trembling eyelashes: "Either you hate me or you dislike me, Fang Yilan, you must live, and you will never get rid of me."
"Crazy..." Her voice trembled and she didn't know who she was talking about.
With the previous experience as a lesson, Zhao Huaixu began to stay by her side day and night without sleep.
The shadow of the tree outside the window suddenly trembled, and half a piece of black clothes brushed past the window frame, but did not attract the attention of the people in the house.
Yuan Qingjun placed the freshly boiled medicine on the table and said, "Why don't you go and rest for a while? I will keep an eye on Yilan."
Zhao Huaixu remained silent, his eyes still fixed on the sleeping face of the person on the couch.
As long as he remembered that he had almost lost her forever just by standing outside the door for a while, he could not sleep at all. His fingertips touched Fang Yilan's cheek, as if to confirm whether she was really safe.
Yuan Qingjun sighed slightly and said earnestly, "She's not asking for death. Who would want to die by cutting their palms? You're just too concerned."
Zhao Huaixu just evaded the question by saying, "I'm fine. I'll take care of everything here."
Yuan Qingjun knew that it was useless for him to say anything, so he took the medicine tray and left, leaving the space to the two of them.
"Alan, it's time to take your medicine." Zhao Huaixu gently woke Fang Yilan up.
Fang Yilan had woken up a long time ago, but just didn't want to face them. Now she couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore, so she had to open her eyes.
Looking at Zhao Huaixu's eyebrows so close, this man has always been dignified and self-respecting, but now even his chin has stubble, and the dark circles under his eyes make his eyes even more fierce.
He scooped up the medicine and blew on it, and the silver spoon made a light sound when it hit the edge of the bowl.
Fang Yilan propped herself up and drank the medicine from Zhao Huaixu's hand, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of the dark shadow outside the window.
"What are you looking at?"
"nothing..."
Zhao Huaixu glanced at the unnatural swaying of the tree shadows outside the window and moved the spoon forward another half inch: "Then drink the medicine well first."
Fang Yilan raised her hand and pushed open the window frame. The night wind blew in, and the black shadow had left, leaving only a letter on the windowsill.
"Why don't I do it..." Zhao Huaixu's words were stuck in his throat. Fang Yilan had already opened the letter and started reading.
The rice paper was torn into wrinkles, and the knuckles made a crisp sound.
[General Fang Yilan, defending the country, framed General He Shou of the Southwest due to personal grudges and massacred General He Shou in Yanyue Village. He subsequently defected to the southwest. His actions are unacceptable and he has betrayed our grace. He is stripped of all official titles and ranks and listed as a wanted criminal. He must be brought to justice and the entire Fang family executed. The Northwest Army, which is crucial to border security, will be taken over by the central government effective immediately. The talented General He Pingfei will be appointed to lead the charge. We hope to protect the border and the people.]
"General Fang Yilan, the guardian of the country... massacred the whole village and defected... Ha." Fang Yilan read out each word, a sweet and fishy taste rising in his throat.
Suddenly, he chuckled again: "The He family in the southwest... The He family in the northwest..." Each word was like ice chips squeezed out from between his teeth, "The ministers are kind in the morning and dead in the evening..."
"The so-called Son of Heaven only sees his generals as threats and the common people as ants. To preserve his reputation and consolidate his rule, he places all blame on others. He only needs to manipulate the chessboard, and the chess pieces will kill each other under his control."
"I've done so many things, and yet every one of them became the accusation against me!"
Fang Yilan turned her head to look at Zhao Huaixu. "Isn't it ridiculous? You clearly knew the answer long ago, but you kept thinking that as a general, defending my country is what I should do. I kept rushing forward, forgetting myself. I was guarding against termites that were eating away at the pillars and protecting wolves that would eat people without leaving any bones."
"Then we will rebel." Zhao Huaixu said calmly, "Let the world be transformed into a clean and honest society."
"Don't you think I'm against Tian Gang?"
Zhao Huaixu put down the porcelain bowl and wrapped her hand around it. "Alan, I've been waiting for this day for a long time... When I first approached you, I did have other thoughts in mind, but I knew you cared about the people, and I gradually developed feelings for you. There are many things I've never thought about again..."
Fang Yilan interrupted him directly: "I'm hungry."
Zhao Huaixu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly ordered his servants to bring him a bowl of hot porridge.
The aroma of rice mixed with the smell of medicine lingered in the air. Fang Yilan finally took the initiative to swallow the first mouthful of rice porridge in three days. Zhuang Gu and Xun Yun both breathed a sigh of relief.
Fang Yilan's condition improved visibly. He got up at dawn every day and began to practice shooting and archery.
The morning mist had not yet dissipated, the silver spear pierced the air, and Fang Yilan created a few spear flowers.
"Watch out for the gun!" Fang Yilan lunged forward, her spear leaving an afterimage. Zhuang Gu blocked it with her sword, the blade barely blocking the tip of the gun. She suddenly changed her moves, and the spear swept heavily towards his lower body.
Zhuang Gu stumbled back three steps, looking at Fang Yilan's sweat-soaked clothes. The bandage on her right arm was bleeding. She gasped and said, "General, if this doesn't happen today..."
Fang Yilan didn't hold back, and slashed his shoulder with the spear: "How can there be a limit on the battlefield?"
"Come again." Fang Yilan turned around and swept his gun. The gun was so powerful that Zhuang Gu could only move forward to fight. The blade brushed past Fang Yilan's ear and cut off a strand of hair. Fang Yilan suddenly jumped into the air with the gun on the ground, touched the back of the knife with his toes to gain momentum and jumped over. When he landed, the gun swept across.
Zhuang Gu flew backwards, breaking the bamboo fence. He clutched his chest in pain and said, "Cough cough..."
"Your trick..."
Fang Yilan was about to give some pointers when her words stopped abruptly. Her vision suddenly turned black and her body fell down unconsciously.
"Alan!" Zhao Huaixu caught her falling body and found that her shirt was soaked with cold sweat.
...
When Fang Yilan woke up again, she was back on the bed, rubbing her temples and trying to get up.
Yuan Qingjun took out the silver needle and said earnestly: "Your body is not well yet. You should practice martial arts in moderation and not rush." Zhao Huaixu lowered his eyes and stirred the hot porridge in the bowl, remaining silent.
Fang Yilan knew that she was wrong, so she drank it obediently, mumbling, "I understand."
Yuan Qingjun sighed deeply: "Alright, you should have a good rest first, I won't be in the way here." Halfway through his words, he turned to Fang Yilan and snorted: "Someone will punish you."
Fang Yilan took a sip of porridge with the porcelain spoon handed to her by Zhao Huaixu, raised her head and said to the person who might cure her, "Well, you should go back and rest too."
Zhao Huaixu smiled and placed a spoonful of cooled porridge against her lips: "Okay, after Ah Lan finishes this bowl of porridge, I'll go and have a good rest."
Fang Yilan had no choice but to force herself to finish the whole bowl of porridge. As soon as she put down the porcelain bowl, Zhao Huaixu had already got on the bed with his clothes on. He moved so quickly as if he was afraid that she would change her mind.
He covered Fang Yilan's cold left hand with his palm, and his thumb unconsciously rubbed the calluses on her knuckles.
"Let go..." Fang Yilan struggled, but he held her tighter with his clever strength.
"Don't move, let me sleep for a while..." The moonlight spread over Zhao Huaixu's sleeping face. Soon his breathing suddenly became long, but he didn't loosen his grip on her hand at all.
"Silly..." Fang Yilan's voice softened, her fingertips tracing the dark circles under his eyes: "I'm sorry to have worried you."
"I'm sorry..." The murmur melted into the silence. Zhao Huaixu's eyelashes trembled, casting a butterfly-wing-like shadow under his eyes, and he held her hand tighter.
Perhaps it was the warm light in the room, or perhaps practicing martial arts had consumed too much of her energy, Fang Yilan also felt tired and fell into his arms.
I had only fallen asleep for a short while when I was woken up by the pain in my wrist.
When he looked up, he saw that his wrist was bruised. Zhao Huaixu was still in a dream, with cold sweat on his forehead.
"Yuan, what's wrong with you? Wake up..."
During the shoving and pushing, Fang Yilan noticed that Zhao Huaixu's clothes were loose, and there seemed to be something bulging and beating on his chest. He pulled open his collar and saw that it was indeed a poisonous insect swimming under his skin.
Zhao Huaixu slowly woke up, his eyes still a little dazed, but he was still forcing a smile and comforting him, "I'm fine..."
But his pale face and the cold sweat that had not yet subsided exposed his weakness.
Fang Yilan placed his palm against his chest, trying to see if there was any way to stop the poisonous insect.
"Don't move." Zhao Huaixu had no choice but to stand up and hold Fang Yilan in his arms, his chin resting on the top of her head, his voice muffled in his chest, "Let me hold you for a while, just to... relieve the pain."
Fang Yilan suddenly remembered the words about the innocence and physical contact in the secret letter from that day...her ears instantly turned red.
But no matter how embarrassed I was, I couldn't just watch Zhao Huaixu suffer here alone.
Fang Yilan raised her head from his arms and hugged the back of his neck: "Didn't Aruo tell you what to do?"
She took the initiative to press her lips against Zhao Huaixu's and pried open his teeth. Zhao Huaixu relied on his strong willpower to endure and suppress his extreme desire for her blood, preventing himself from biting her tongue too hard.
"Enough!" Zhao Huaixu grabbed her neck with his hand and pulled apart their intertwined lips and tongues.
Fang Yilan suddenly bent her knees and thrust into his abdomen. Zhao Huaixu groaned as he relaxed. She turned around and pressed him down on the couch, her fingertips lifting his soaked hair. "Are you not able to do it? If not, let me do it."
She used the torn belt to wrap around Zhao Huaixu's wrists and tied them to the bed rails, tearing off Zhao Huaixu's last cover. The insect sensed his emotions and began to resonate. The gauze curtain was also torn off by Fang Yilan, covering the overlapping figures of the two.
Fang Yilan wrapped her arms around his waist, rubbing against his taut abdominal muscles. Looking at his flushed face, she even had the mind to tease him: "Why is your face even redder than mine? I haven't even started yet..."
The unfinished words were swallowed by Zhao Huaixu's hot breathing.
The belt on the bedpost suddenly broke.
"You're making fun of me..." Zhao Huaixu pulled the reins on the edge of the cliff, his red eyes surging with animalistic undercurrents. "You'll have to pay the price."
"etc…"
Zhao Huaixu couldn't wait any longer, so he moved his head close to rub the sensitive spot behind her ear, leaving her with warm kisses. He then moved his nose down along her earlobe, and traced the veins on her neck with his tongue, tracing and licking the hollow of Fang Yilan's neck that was concave due to her tense body.
"Alan...I..." Zhao Huaixu suddenly stood up.
Fang Yilan already knew what he was going to ask: "Don't talk nonsense..."
Tearing, sticking, and breathing burning.
Fang Yilan kicked the table with the tip of her toes, and the overturned porcelain cup splashed the tea, which spread all over the floor.
"Alan..." Zhao Huaixu rubbed his nose against her wet eyelashes and kept calling her name.
The red in his eyes slowly faded away, and clarity emerged. He wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips: "I am yours."
Zhao Huaixu rested his chin on her shoulder, the scent of agarwood mixed with the salty taste of tears lingering in the tent. His Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed Fang Yilan's unfinished mumblings, and his palm tightly locked around her fingertips, as if to fill every inch of space.
The sobs broke into pearls and rolled down into the depths of the damp cave, where the swamp continued to boil.
The moonlight shines on the crests of the waves but cannot penetrate the deep sea. Shells open and close in the undercurrent, and the giant beasts on the seabed stir up spasmodic whirlpools.
He suddenly grabbed Fang Yilan's chin and forced her to look at him. Beads of sweat dripped down her nose and between her moving lips: "Alan, look at me."
Fang Yilan was panting, her face flushed strangely. When she heard his words, she bit his shoulder with her teeth.
Zhao Huaixu felt his blood still surging violently, and he bit her lips again, as if he wanted to tear her bones apart and eat her.
The bedposts creaked under the weight, and the moonlight poured like cold water on the entangled bodies. The night was still long.
Zhao Huaixu curled her into his arms from behind, and whispered into Fang Yilan's ear: "Alan, I'm so happy."
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