Chapter 80 (9,000 words) Xuan Yizhen's greed and desire...
The golden light that filtered through the window lattice illuminated the crystal pool, emitting a mottled and cold light.
Yin Xing looked up at Xuan Yizheng's lacquer eyes reflected against the water's light. They were like a water mirror, clear and spacious, without a trace of gentleness. He didn't dare to ask any more questions, for fear of hearing more heart-wrenching words.
Xuan Yizhen lowered her eyes to meet Yin Xing's pitiful gaze, her thick and straight eyelashes trembling slightly, and she looked so pitiful and tearful. She slowly removed the sharp scimitar that was pressing against her skin with her fingers, and walked towards the long table beside her, with scarlet blood reflected in her eyes.
In the silence, Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen who had her back to him. She was wearing a simple and elegant moon-white dress with gold threads, like the bright moon in the gentle night.
But at this moment, he felt too distant and unattainable. Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizheng eagerly, not knowing what to do.
Soon, Xuan Yizhen brought a bowl of medicinal soup and placed it next to the sink. There were faint scarlet blood beads between her other fingers, which was very conspicuous.
"Drink it."
"Um."
Yin Xing wanted to ask but didn't dare. He stretched out his trembling hand that was soaked in ice water, held the medicine bowl with trembling hands, and drank it as much as possible.
Xuan Yizhen looked at the hideous wound on Yin Xing's slender white arm. The flesh was stained pink and white with only a few deep marks of bluish-black.
It seems that the Gu that Du Ruo has been cultivating is more poisonous than expected, and even changes very quickly.
If it weren't for the anti-epidemic drugs added to Yin Xing's tonic soup as a precaution, she would go crazy within a quarter of an hour and become a walking corpse puppet.
Soon, Yin Xing finished drinking the medicine soup with difficulty, feeling a little nauseous and wanting to vomit. He quickly closed his mouth and tried to relieve the discomfort.
"You need to stay in the pool before dark and you can't sleep. Remember?" Xuan Yizheng reached his hand into the icy water, touching the floating ice cubes, making a crisp collision sound, and even his words were cold.
"Yeah." Yin Xingke suppressed the nausea and nodded in response. His eyes saw the wound on Xuan Yizheng's fingertip, which was exposed with sharp scratches due to the blood being washed away by ice water.
It turned out that Xuan Yizhen didn't intend to cut himself when he took the sharp scimitar.
Yin Xing's eyes showed self-blame, and he shivered and said, "Yizhen, your hand needs to be bandaged. It's very cold here. You will get sick if you stay here for too long."
Xuan Yizheng has always been more sensitive to cold than himself.
Now Yin Xing felt that the room was very cold, let alone Xuan Yizheng.
"I looked for you all night last night, but you weren't worried. Don't you think it's too late now?" Xuan Yizheng slowly withdrew his hand, letting the water droplets slide down his white fingertips. The wound turned slightly white, and it was obvious that the bleeding had stopped. Then he squeezed it hard, and the bright red blood beads emerged one by one and dripped down, dissolving in the pool.
"I'm sorry." Yin Xing responded guiltily, his eyes moist as he looked at the cold and angry Xuan Yizhen with concern.
The sound of water dripping obscured his words, and a cold mist lingered. Xuan Yizhen raised the fingertip dripping with blood and handed it to Yin Xing, saying coldly, "I do not accept your apology. Now lick it clean."
Yin Xing was stunned, his gaze slowly moving from Xuan Yizheng's cold and beautiful face to her bleeding fingertips. The wound was not big, but very deep.
In the silence, as Yin Xing's probe approached, the ice cubes suspended in the pool moved free. His lips carefully touched the wound and he tasted the sweet and fishy blood.
In the silence, Xuan Yizheng lowered his eyes and looked at Yin Xing in front of him. He felt the touch of his tongue with his cool fingertips. It was an inexplicably similar feeling, warm and soft.
"Hmm!" Yin Xing unexpectedly felt his fingertips restless, and he looked at Xuan Yizheng with wide eyes in confusion.
Xuan Yizhen moved his fingertips slowly, his cold face showing a hint of indifference. He said in a light tone, "You weren't so perfunctory when you ate the osmanthus honey iced cheese."
Hearing this, Yin Xing's face turned red with understanding, and he had to cooperate with Xuan Yizhen's fingertips and lips. When he tried his best to keep her, his shame was shattered.
After a while, the fingertips withdrew, leaving a trace of water. Yin Xing lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Xuan Yizhen. He felt his tongue tingling, his heart beating rapidly, and his cheeks burning hot. He whispered, "Yizhen, is this okay?"
If Xuan Yizhen hadn't had a cold expression on her face, Yin Xing would have definitely thought she was flirting with him.
Xuan Yizheng did not respond, but wiped her fingers with an embroidered handkerchief. There was no blood on the wound anymore, only clear white scratches on the skin. She lowered her beautiful eyes and looked at Yin Xing, who was naked and immersed in the ice water.
At this moment, not only were Yin Xing's cheeks flushed, but her lips were also red, and her skin all over her body was pink and white, as if she had been played with hard.
Although they have been married for several years, Yin Xing always acts like a young girl who has just fallen in love. No matter it is love words or love affairs, she is always shy and helpless, which makes Xuan Yizheng feel novel and unsatisfied, and even thinks that this is her seduction.
But Xuan Yizhen knew that Yin Xing had no such thoughts, and being shy was just her nature.
"What do you think?" Xuan Yizheng focused his mind and looked at Yin Xing's flattering expression. His eyes fell on her rosy lips and he pursed his thin lips slightly.
Yin Xing didn't understand Xuan Yizhen's thoughts. He just felt that she was still unhappy. He blinked his eyes, thinking about her favorite tricks, and said weakly: "As long as Yizhen is not angry, you can punish me to do anything."
After finishing his words, Xuan Yizhen avoided Yin Xing's sight and left the pool, leaving only the words: "I am tired."
In the silence, Yin Xing looked confused and frowned in annoyance. It seemed that Xuan Yizhen was really angry this time.
Outside the window, the scorching sun slowly moved. When the setting sun slanted in front of the west, Yin Xing climbed out of the pool wrapped in a thin blanket, his hands and feet almost losing consciousness.
Only when he walked from the inner corridor on the other side of the hall to the bright room did Yin Xing faintly feel a slight warm breeze.
Perhaps it was because Fang Xuan had just taken a bath, her black hair cascaded down, as black as ink, her jade-white face was not made up, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, elegant and beautiful, she was holding a folded book in her hand, half leaning on the low couch, her posture was casual yet quiet and elegant, making people not want to disturb her.
"A-choo!" Yin Xing sneezed suddenly. He walked over with embarrassment in his eyes, not knowing whether to stand or sit.
At this time, Xuan Yizhen looked over and pointed at the jade cushion beside the low couch and said, "This is where you will sleep tonight."
Yin Xing stopped and looked down at the mat that was the size of a single person. It was made of different jades. If he had to describe it, some of them looked like acupressure mats.
Unexpectedly, Xuan Yi was so angry that he wanted to sleep in a separate bed from him, which made Yin Xing even more uneasy.
But Yin Xing didn't dare to say anything in this situation. He just lay down on the jade cushion obediently, but he felt the pain and couldn't help but gasp.
Does this really mean letting yourself sleep?!
Soon, the sunset faded and the small room became extremely dark. Yin Xing didn't dare to move around because it hurt too much.
But Yin Xing found that there were several incense burners inside, with light mist lingering around, but he could not smell much, and he worried that this was the cause of his illness.
If he goes crazy, it will be dangerous for Xuan Yizheng to stay with him.
Yin Xing carefully turned sideways, secretly gasping in pain. She looked up at Xuan Yizhen on the couch. Because there was a glass lamp there, the light was brighter and clearer, making her look gentler and more beautiful. She hesitated and said, "Yizhen, how about you tie me up first?"
Xuan Yizhen lowered his eyes to meet Yin Xing's, which sparkled in the dark night. They were as clear and beautiful as when they first met. His fingertips clenched the jade beads on his wrist unnaturally and he replied calmly, "Why?"
"Because I don't know when I'll get sick, and it could be dangerous."
"So you knew the dangers of the disease. I thought you weren't afraid of death."
Yin Xing was silent, suddenly not knowing how to respond to the angry Xuan Yizheng. Although she still spoke softly, her voice was sharp.
In silence, Xuan Yizhen slowly revealed her slender jade feet from the thin blanket, raised her foot and stepped on Yin Xing's shoulder, exerting a little force, and said slowly: "Lie down, don't move."
Yin Xing was suddenly stepped on and fell flat on his back. His back immediately ached as if he had been beaten up. However, Xuan Yizhen's foot did not move away. He could only endure it motionlessly and said obediently, "Yizhen, I will lie down well, but won't your feet be cold outside?"
"Well, it's a bit cold." After speaking, Xuan Yizheng looked down at Yin Xing, then moved her jade feet free and got into his collar.
Yin Xing opened his eyes wide in disbelief and subconsciously wanted to raise his hand, but seeing Xuan Yizheng's majestic demeanor without even being angry, he could only blush and drop his arm.
Xuan Yizhen felt Yin Xing's energetic heartbeat, stepped on it casually, and called out softly, "Does it hurt when I step on you like this?"
"No, it doesn't hurt." Yin Xing looked at the cold Xuan Yizheng, his heart beating fast. He felt that the scene was a bit strange, and his mouth was inexplicably dry.
Seeing this, Xuan Yizhen raised her jade feet and slowly moved them around, stepping on Yin Xing's neck inch by inch, feeling her slender and fragile bones, and said indifferently: "If it hurts, you have to endure it, otherwise it will make me hate you even more."
"Yeah." Yin Xing was so shocked that he didn't dare to hesitate. He vaguely felt that Xuan Yizhen's feet were very cold.
Of course, it could also be that he was too hot. Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizheng on the couch with shame. The hem of her moon-white, golden-thread skirt brushed across his cheek, bringing a faint, cool fragrance into his nose, which made him even more sexy.
Yin Xing could feel his heartbeat getting faster and faster, even changing with the change in the strength of Xuan Yizheng's footsteps.
"Do you like me stepping on you?"
“…”
These words left Yin Xing speechless, because admitting or refusing seemed very dangerous.
But after a moment of silence, Xuan Yizhen's strength increased a lot. Yin Xing even felt that she was angry. He quickly raised his hands to hold her cool feet and said with a warm face: "I like it. As long as Yizhen is happy, you can step on me however you want."
In this situation, Yin Xing had no idea what Xuan Yizheng was thinking. He felt that she was like a piece of drifting wood, aimless and fleeting.
As soon as he finished speaking, the wind blew away the candlelight, and the glass lamp suddenly went out. Xuan Yizheng's face fell into darkness, and she smiled softly, her expression was ethereal and vague. Yin Xing couldn't see her expression clearly, and felt a little uneasy.
But Yin Xing could feel Xuan Yizheng's jade feet stepping on his vulnerable and fatal spot. The movements were slow and rhythmic, even like the palm of her hand gently caressing him, but also like she was about to pull out his heart at any time.
"If you were always so well-behaved, there wouldn't be so many troubles." Xuan Yizheng felt Yin Xing's warmth and heartbeat, his toes sinking lightly, delicate and soft, as if he was stepping on the clouds, floating.
"I'm sorry." Yin Xing didn't know how to apologize to Xuan Yizheng, so he could only apologize clumsily.
But Xuan Yizhen, who was trapped in darkness, did not hug Yin Xing intimately as he did in the past. He just stepped on himself coldly and arrogantly, with the strength slowly changing.
From the abdomen to the heart and even the throat, every inch of movement was like the final measurement before execution, or like an intimate comfort.
Yin Xing was scared, but did not struggle. He just wanted to see Xuan Yizheng's expression in the dark.
But the smoke in this small room became thicker and thicker, gradually taking away all his consciousness and making everything blurry.
In the silence, Xuan Yizheng felt Yin Xing's heartbeat slowing down little by little, and then she stopped moving her jade feet.
Xuan Yizhen stood up from the low couch. He did not need a lamp to illuminate him. He bent down and slowly sat down beside Yin Xing, like a compassionate jade Buddha protecting his only believer. He raised his hand to check her injuries and with his other hand he felt the moisture at the corner of her eyes.
If there is a poisonous insect nourishing in Yin Xing's body, this night is very important. Xuan Yizheng bent down to kiss the bitter tears, but his heart beat very fast because of restraint.
Because Xuan Yizheng could feel that Yin Xing was willing to sacrifice her life and let him deal with her, she was so obedient that it made people want to ravage and tear her apart!
But Xuan Yizheng couldn't bear to do so. He could only suppress his crazy joy, sighing softly, unable to control himself.
The night is deep, and the huge capital outside the window is rarely quiet and peaceful tonight.
Late at night, Jiang Yun was flying over the eaves of the South Lane, his eyes showing anxiety, but he could not find the hiding Du Ruo. Because of the patrol of the soldiers, he had to fall into the alley.
Jiang Yun looked at the half of his arm that was tinged with bluish green. Du Ruo had indeed stopped the disease from spreading further, but his arm was already slightly numb.
Jiang Yun, who was walking alone through the alley, felt exhausted.
But thinking that Yin Xing's illness could not be delayed, Jiang Yun could only go somewhere else to investigate Du Ruo's whereabouts.
Suddenly, a figure approached Jiang Yun. He immediately swung his sword to defend himself, but saw the figure retreat. He shouted angrily: "Jiang Yun, do you know that Liu Ci is about to collapse because of you?"
"He Yun, you don't have to worry about what happens between me and Liu Ci." Jiang Yun put away his sword and responded, then quickly changed his route and returned to his residence.
After midnight, Jiang Yun anxiously returned to his residence. Seeing Liu Ci sitting in the inner room, unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward, calling out, "Ah Ci, I..."
There was a "pa" sound, and a bright red palm fell on Jiang Yun's cheek. He felt numb with pain and was filled with shock.
Liu Ci's hands trembled, his eyes bloodshot as he complained, "If you don't want to live a good life, you shouldn't have provoked me in the first place!"
"I didn't, it's just that the poison is too terrible, and there's a big threat in the capital. We have to find Du Ruo as soon as possible. This is all very dangerous, so I'm worried about you getting scared."
"You're worried about me, but you're always so reckless and don't care about your own life. I'm really fed up with you!"
Jiang Yun looked at Liu Ci, tears streaming down her face. Her whole body was shaking, and he subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to wipe her tears.
But Liu Ci slapped Jiang Yun's hand away fiercely, stepped forward to pack up her things, and said in a trembling voice: "I will take the little girl to another place. There is the medicine I have developed on the table. From now on, we owe each other nothing. You can die on the street."
Seeing this, Jiang Yun wanted to ask Liu Ci if she was just saying this in anger, but her face was full of determination, like a lump in her throat, making it difficult to ask. He could only say, "Don't cry, I'm leaving. You guys can stay in this house, okay?"
After saying that, Jiang Yun picked up the medicine bottle on the table, turned his head to look at Liu Ci who was still standing there unmoved, and said solemnly: "I'm sorry, I was too self-righteous. You never owed me anything."
After saying that, Jiang Yun saw that Liu Ci still hadn't changed her mind, so he had to step out of the house to prevent her from seeing him angry and crying.
In the courtyard, He Yun stood there, her eyes full of indignation. Jiang Yun said nothing, but turned back to look into the house. Liu Ci did not make any move, but could only pick up his sword and hurriedly leave the house in embarrassment.
He Yun turned around, hesitantly stood by the door, and whispered, "Senior Sister, she's gone."
"I know, thank you." After he finished speaking, the lights in the room went out, and gradually a faint sobbing sound like suppressed sobbing could be heard.
Seeing this, He Yun stood in the courtyard, full of regret for why she didn't fight with Jiang Yun in the first place!
The night was long, and at the beginning of dawn, the sky was bright. The streets of the capital were crowded with cars and the markets were bustling with people, creating a lively and noisy scene.
In the courtyard, on the floor of the small room, Yin Xing woke up in a daze, his muscles and bones aching all over, but Xuan Yizheng was no longer on the low couch. The empty room was disturbing.
Damn it, did Xuan Yi really run away from home?!
Yin Xing, who came out anxiously from inside to look for someone, hurried through the corridors, but did not meet a single maid. He couldn't help but suspect that he was dreaming.
Then Yin Xing raised his hand and pinched his face, hissing in pain, before confirming that it was not a dream.
When Yin Xing arrived at the main courtyard, he finally saw some people. His eyes fell on the female official, and he hurried forward and called out, "Where is Princess Zhanghua going?"
The female official Chun Li hesitated and replied, "The Lord is dealing with an outsider. Prince Consort Yin may as well go to the side hall to have breakfast first."
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flew out from the main hall, or more precisely, smashed out.
Yin Xing was shocked when he saw Jiang Yun, who was covered in blood, and many guards holding swords!
Jiang Yun was stunned when he saw Yin Xing was intact, but he quickly recovered and swung his sword to block the attack, saying hurriedly, "I'm here to bring you medicine, please help me explain!"
Last night Jiang Yun didn't have time to coax Liu Ci. He was busy delivering medicine to Yin Xing. Who would have thought that he almost died in her house.
"Madam, she is my friend and means no harm." Yin Xing came back to his senses and hurriedly explained.
"Sorry, this is the master's order." The female official Chunli responded politely.
Yin Xing looked at the female official and then at Jiang Yun, and had no choice but to step into the main hall. There was a high seat in the hall, and behind the screen there was a beautiful figure. Although she did not speak, she had a majestic aura that made people dare not act rashly.
At that moment, Yin Xing was a little hesitant, but he felt that Jiang Yun would die if he continued like this, so he had no choice but to step forward.
"If you come to plead for an outsider, I will be very angry." Xuan Yizheng looked at Yin Xing who was peeking around the screen, with a warning in his eyes, and said calmly.
Yin Xing's mouth, which had been open, closed silently. He tilted his head to look at Jiang Yun fighting outside the hall. He was anxious and hesitated to speak: "Has Yizhen had breakfast yet?"
Xuan Yizhen looked at Yin Xing, who had clumsily changed the subject, and replied calmly, "No rush. It's not too late to eat after we deal with her."
"But Jiang Yun is the daughter of the Dali Temple Minister. Will this offend the Dali Temple Minister?"
"It doesn't matter. Jiang Yun is a fugitive anyway. According to the law, she should be executed. Moreover, she is holding the royal family hostage, which is a heinous crime."
Yin Xing only then realized that Xuan Yizhen had guessed that it was Jiang Yun who was holding him hostage, and he secretly sighed inwardly that it was bad.
As soon as he finished speaking, the clash of swords became more obvious. Yin Xing stretched his neck to see that Jiang Yun was in a bad situation. He turned his head and saw Xuan Yizheng drinking tea calmly. It was obvious that this was not a joke.
At this time, a maid brought the medicinal soup. Xuan Yizhen saw that Yin Xing was absent-minded and frowned, "Why, you don't even want to drink the medicinal soup you're worried about Jiang Yun?"
Yin Xing shook his head, and hurriedly picked up the medicine soup and drank it with a frown. He felt nauseous and wanted to find some tea, but found that there was no tea for him. He said, "Yizhen, Tianchuan is in danger. Jiang Yun saved my life."
"Well, so the hundred gold coins I gave to Jiang Yun wasn't enough?" Xuan Yizheng asked casually while drinking tea.
"No, she just thought Jiang Yun was kind enough to deliver the medicine, and she didn't mean any harm." Yin Xing explained carefully.
After he finished speaking, Xuan Yizhen handed the teacup to Yin Xing. His movements were forceful, but his words were gentle. He asked, "Would you like some?"
Yin Xing didn't understand Xuan Yizhen's sudden change of topic, but he still leaned in to drink her tea, trying to ease the bitterness of the medicine. But after taking a sip, he frowned, stuck out his tongue, and muttered, "This tea is so bitter."
"It's good to let you suffer a little. Otherwise, if you regard the outsider who almost killed you as a kindness, then I can only be the bad guy now."
"Yizhen, that's not what I meant, please don't misunderstand me!"
Xuan Yizhen ignored Yin Xing, placed the teacup on the table, and cast his gaze towards Jiang Yun outside. He said solemnly, "Now you can either go back and fumigate her, or stay and watch her get caught. Make your choice."
When Yin Xing heard Xuan Yizheng say this, it was obvious that there was no room for negotiation, so he had to stand up.
Yin Xing came out of the hall and his eyes fell on Jiang Yun who was under siege. He paused, his eyes filled with worry, but he didn't know how to help her.
After all, Xuan Yizhen is very angry now, and Yin Xing doesn't want to make her unhappy, otherwise the consequences will be terrible, and she might not even be able to sleep on the floor.
But if Jiang Yun was caught, she would probably be sent to the Dali Temple for punishment. She was already a fugitive, and now her crime was even more serious, and her life was in danger.
At this time, Jiang Yun also discovered Yin Xing. Seeing her helpless expression, he knew that he could not rely on his wife slave, so he had to swing his sword with all his might and then quickly approached her.
Yin Xing stared in astonishment at Jiang Yun, who had the sword at his neck, and then heard her say, "Cooperate, or your princess wife will really have me killed!"
"Ah!" Yin Xing was then lifted by Jiang Yun and jumped onto the roof. There was no need for him to cooperate at all. His fear was truly revealed!
Xuan Yizhen frowned, and the female official Chunli was startled. She quickly said, "I will activate all the mechanisms in the other courtyard right now and will not let Prince Consort Yin be kidnapped!"
"Forget it, she will be back safely soon. You should send someone directly to Jiang Yun's residence and make sure to monitor their every move and take them hostage as soon as possible to prepare for any emergency." Xuan Yizheng pursed his lips and looked at Jiang Yun. He knew that she would not hurt Yin Xing, but he did not expect Jiang Yun and the others to be able to develop an antidote.
"Yes, sir." The female official Chunli was shocked and retreated immediately.
Not long after, Jiang Yun escaped from the villa. He breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Yin Xing who was unharmed. He asked, "Why do you look okay?"
Jiang Yun felt strange yesterday because Du Ruo's puppet Gu was getting stronger and stronger, so Yin Xing's illness should have worsened quickly.
But now Yin Xing seems to be fine, and Princess Zhang Hua refused the medicine he gave her, as if there was already a way to cure him.
Because the medicine Liu Ci developed for him was very effective, and even his arm had recovered to its original state, Jiang Yun rushed to deliver the medicine to Yin Xing.
But where did Princess Zhang Hua get the treatment method from? The more Jiang Yun thought about it, the more strange it seemed.
Yin Xing, who was a little afraid of heights, took a deep breath and replied, "I don't know either. Are you okay?"
Speaking of which, Yin Xing was also puzzled as to why the puppet Gu didn't attack him at the beginning.
"It's okay, just a superficial wound." Jiang Yun came back to his senses and pulled the face that was hit by Liu Ci while speaking, and then he stopped laughing because of the pain.
"Hey, why did you get hit on the face?" Only then did Yin Xing see the palm print on Jiang Yun's face clearly. The finger marks were particularly clear, and it was obvious that the blow was very heavy.
Jiang Yun raised his hands to shield his face and evaded the question, "Who else could it be? Of course it was your princess wife who beat him up."
Yin Xing shook his head and replied confidently: "Impossible, she never hits anyone, at most she would use her feet."
As he said this, Yin Xing remembered that his face felt a little hot last night.
Jiang Yun was shocked and thought to himself, Princess Zhang Hua is so cruel!
Jiang Yun thought Liu Ci's anger was terrifying, but he suddenly felt that Yin Xing was even more pitiful, so he comforted her, "It seems like it's not easy for you either. Go back quickly."
Yin Xing looked at Jiang Yun in confusion, wanting to ask why he used the word "also", and then reacted slowly.
Maybe the palm print on Jiang Yun's face was caused by Liu Ci, Yin Xing was secretly shocked.
Not wanting to stay outside for too long, the two went their separate ways.
Not long after, Yin Xing returned to the fumigation room. Xuan Yizheng was sitting on a low couch reading a folded book. He didn't look worried at all, but rather a little nervous.
"Why don't you sit down?" Xuan Yizheng called out in a low voice without even looking at Yin Xing.
"Oh, okay." Yin Xing carefully sat down on the low couch with a jade cushion, and understood what it meant to be sitting on pins and needles.
At this time, Yin Xing could already smell the scent of medicinal fumigation, the sweet fragrance of herbs mixed with bitterness, and the mist was filled with an eerie blue, a bit like the incense that Du Ruo had lit at that time.
Just as Yin Xing was lost in thought, Xuan Yizhen asked calmly, "How is the wound?"
Yin Xing raised his arm and lifted his wide sleeve, revealing the bloody and scabbed wound. He said, "I don't feel anything anymore."
Moreover, Yin Xing found that his injuries did not look as hideous as Jiang Yun's, which made him feel even more puzzled.
Logically, the clerk who bit Jiang Yun was not as powerful as the one who bit his own puppet, and he was not as powerful as Jiang Yun, but somehow he was not as seriously injured.
At this moment, Xuan Yizhen was holding a piece of plaster in his hand and applying it to the wound. Yin Xing suddenly felt something was wrong and hurriedly said, "Yizhen, this ointment seems to be burning my skin."
"It's not burning the skin, it's just burning the poisonous insect eggs attached to the wound." Xuan Yizheng explained indifferently, his eyes falling on Yin Xing's gradually sweating face.
The insect eggs cannot parasitize Yin Xing's internal organs, so they can only lie dormant in the wound.
Yin Xing no longer had the energy he had before. He rested his head on the table, feeling uncomfortable from the smell of the medicine. His eyes fell on the ointment, and he could faintly feel traces of fine beatings, which made him terrified.
"Yizhen, this isn't my illusion, is it?"
"Of course not. Parasite eggs are living things, so I asked you to stay in the fumigation room."
Yin Xing was completely dazed. She looked at Xuan Yizhen in the mist. She was ethereal and beautiful, but she seemed completely unaffected. She asked weakly, "Isn't the illusion Gu in Yizhen's body also so terrifying?"
Xuan Yizhen met Yin Xing's concerned gaze, his expression slightly startled, and replied in a normal tone, "No, your Gu is more terrifying. It not only destroys your mind and consciousness, but also controls your body. So are you afraid?"
"Well, I didn't know it was so difficult to treat a Gu poisoning. Yizhen must have been in a lot of pain these past few years, right?"
"You'll get used to it, but since you're so afraid of pain, it might be hard to bear."
After she finished speaking, Xuan Yizheng avoided Yin Xing's eyes full of concern and pity, lowered her beautiful eyes, and her expression was gloomy. In fact, she added some powerful drugs to the ointment, hoping that she would remember the pain better.
Of course, this is also Xuan Yizheng’s punishment for being angry.
Soon, Yin Xing's cheeks were covered with sweat from the pain. Xuan Yizhen pursed his lips tightly, raised his hand to wipe her sweat, and said, "If it hurts a lot, just tear off the ointment."
Yin Xing shook his head, weakly responding in pain, "It's okay. The sooner it's cured, the sooner you can feel at ease. Otherwise, if it relapses and infects Yizhen, it will be terrible."
At this moment, Yin Xing obviously didn't remember at all that he kissed Xuan Yizheng's injured fingertips last night, which was even more contagious.
"I won't be infected." Xuan Yizheng looked at Yin Xing and said calmly.
"Why?" Yin Xing paid some attention to ask.
Speaking of which, Yin Xing was also very curious about Xuan Yizheng's medical skills.
Xuan Yizhen's fingertips lingered on the ointment on Yin Xing's wound. Noticing that she had calmed down, he raised his hand to peel off the ointment for her and said slowly, "Of course, it's because you're fine now, so you don't need the medicine Jiang Yun sent you."
Yin Xing looked at the tiny blue dots on the ointment, which seemed to be wriggling faintly. He avoided looking at them and asked, "So fast?"
Plasters usually need to be applied for several hours.
"If you want to suffer, you can of course continue to apply new plasters." After saying that, Xuan Yizheng threw the ointment into the furnace and burned it.
“…” Yin Xing shook his head repeatedly, thinking that he didn’t like being tortured.
However, Yin Xing remembered Jiang Yun's strange look before, and looking at Xuan Yizhen who was still a little cold, he suddenly felt that she was pretty good.
After all, no matter how angry Xuan Yizheng was, he never hit me. At most, he just stepped on me.
Xuan Yizhen met Yin Xing's scorching gaze, his mind dazed, and he pretended to be reserved and said, "Are you hungry?"
Yin Xing shook his head and responded: "It's strange, I don't seem to feel hungry at all."
Calculating the time, Yin Xing had not eaten for two days and two nights, and would have been starving.
"It seems you still need to stay in the fumigation room for observation for a while." Xuan Yizheng raised his hand and picked up the gauze and ointment beside him to bandage Yin Xing's wound.
"Yizhen, you are so nice." Yin Xing muttered with gratitude, especially compared with Jiang Yun's miserable condition, he felt that Xuan Yizhen was compassionate and kind-hearted.
Xuan Yizhen paused and looked at Yin Xing, whose eyebrows were curved. Her face was pale, but she looked very obedient. Not only did she think of last night, but she lowered her eyes to look at the gauze wrapped around her arm. Her throat tightened slightly, and she said in a low voice: "You don't think that you can forgive me by saying a few nice words to me, right?"
Perhaps a wounded rag doll is more suitable to describe Yin Xing than a jade doll. She is soft and warm, as if a little force could tear her into wrinkles or even shatter her, revealing the white cotton inside.
Seeing Xuan Yizhen's calm eyes downcast, his expression unclear and a little cold, Yin Xing didn't feel discouraged. He said firmly, "I'm telling the truth. I was blocked by the puppet at that time, and I wanted to see Xuan Yizhen one last time."
After he finished speaking, Yin Xing realized that the gauze wrapped around his arm was a little too tight, and the newly applied ointment didn't cause any irritation at all.
"I don't like such topics. From now on, you will never be able to leave the villa. The resignation document from the position of Shaoqing of Dali Temple has been submitted to the emperor." Xuan Yizheng suddenly looked at Yin Xing seriously, unable to imagine the scene of her lying in a pool of blood.
After he finished speaking, the room was filled with silence and oppression. Yin Xing didn't dare to say a word.
The light outside the window lattice slowly changed, shining with golden light, and a strong medicinal smell emanated from the magnificent palace. Multiple pearl curtains and screens obscured the figure in front of the dragon table.
The eunuch Cao Feng presented the medicine cup, his fingertips trembling and ripples appearing. He lowered his eyes and said, "Your Majesty, this is new medicine."
The emperor, dressed in a dragon robe, drank the medicinal soup. A faint red ooze appeared at the corners of his lips. He raised his hand to take a handkerchief and wiped it. He said in a low voice, "Very good."
As he spoke, the emperor looked at Yin Xing's resignation document on the desk, but did not review it.
Not long after, Cao Feng ordered his men to take the medicine bowl away, not daring to even look at the blood and flesh inside.
Han Fei entered from outside, the sound of armor clashing and echoing. He was tall and burly, and he bowed and said, "Your Majesty!"
"Please take a seat. How is the rabies prevention and treatment going?"
"Your Majesty, the rumored rabies has been confirmed to be Puppet Gu. It is extremely ferocious and appears to be intending to attack the Crown Prince. Princess Zhanghua seems to have a method to prevent and treat it."
Han Fei took out the severed arrow, which was stained with milky white medicine, and had the waiter present it to him.
The emperor looked at the arrows on the dragon table, his eyes sinister and vicious, his face bloodshot and veins bulging, he said solemnly: "Cao Feng drafted an order to mobilize the garrison troops to enter the capital, cough cough!"
Blood splattered everywhere, and the emperor wiped the dark blood from the corners of his lips with a handkerchief. There was murderous intent in his eyes, and the kindness and compassion he had pretended to have in the past were no longer there. Only anger and cruelty remained.
Cao Feng picked up the pen without hesitation. Han Fei looked at the seriously ill emperor sitting on the high throne without saying a word.
The hall was filled with a strong smell of medicine, which indicated that the emperor's time was up.
In the deep silence, the light is shrouded in a thin mist, and the silence is dead.
In the afternoon, many carriages and horses gathered at Peifeng Tower on the busy streets of the capital.
The hall was filled with the sounds of singing and dancing, and in the elegant room, wind chimes rang. The Third Princess looked at Jiang Yun and asked, "Why are you so sure that Du Ruo wants to kill the eldest prince?"
Jiang Yun fiddled with the sword tassel with his fingertips and said, "If I'm not mistaken, Du Ruo may have reached some kind of deal with the Second Princess. The Second Prince will go mad and bite the Emperor. Then the First Prince will die, and only the Third Prince will ascend the throne."
If the Wuzhou Du family had not been destroyed, perhaps Du Ruo could have quietly arranged such a shocking crisis in the capital.
However, Du Ruo is now a wanted criminal herself, so she must have an ally.
Jiang Yun remembered that Du Ruo had a private relationship with the second princess at first, so he came to the third princess to test and verify his guess.
"But now the Third Prince is no longer human, and the Second Princess might be at a disadvantage."
"What's the meaning?"
The Third Princess smiled without saying a word, her fingertips holding the wine cup, her gaze fixed on the carriages and horses gathered below the hall, and she spoke arrogantly, "Soul-Stirring Powder, this thing is as terrible as rabies."
Jiang Yun followed his gaze and looked at the groups of noble young men downstairs. He felt endless numbness in his heart and thought that the emperor's retribution was coming.
The infighting and killing among the royal clans will surely become more and more crazy, and it will be a good show.
Therefore, even if Jiang Yun suspected that the emperor was ill, he would not offer medicine. That person should die slowly in pain and struggle, so as to be worthy of the countless lives lost by the people.
At dusk, the sky was gray and the setting sun was blood-red, like the last spark of fire, obliterating the horizon.
Deep in the courtyard, Yin Xing was blindfolded with a red silk ribbon and clamped to the long table, like a fish on a chopping board, feeling uneasy and nervous.
Suddenly, something soft brushed against his skin, and Yin Xing trembled with itchiness. Then he heard Xuan Yizhen say, "Do you want it?"
Yin Xing knew that he had no right to refuse, so he replied shamefully: "Yeah"
"Do you know what this is?"
"have no idea."
Xuan Yizhen lowered his eyes to look at the bewildered Yin Xing. Her breathing, her skin and bones, everything was changing, making people greedy. He held the pen in his palm, sketching and moving, and said in a low voice: "Perhaps you can guess, maybe you can end the punishment sooner."
From ankles to brow bones, from skin to internal organs, from lips to eyes, Xuan Yizheng was eager to eat Yin Xing, but he was reluctant to let her become a pile of rotting flesh and blood. Unable to bear the anxiety, he could only vent his desire and pour out everything.
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