"I really don't know!"

Tiannan was interrogated for so long that his brain almost exploded.

This Lord Ye was a traitor and he secretly used the same tricks on him that he used when interrogating prisoners.

He really didn't know what the master did during the three years from the age of seventeen to twenty! At that time, neither he nor Mingdeng had met the master yet.

He knew something about the medicine man's blood because Mr. Feng mentioned it a few times, but he didn't know much more.

Besides, even if he really knew everything, he wouldn't say a word.

Didn’t you see that Mr. Feng kept his mouth shut?

It's not like he's tired of living.

Ming Cang opened the window and saw the mess inside and couldn't help frowning: "Tiannan, what are you doing here?"

"Where are the master's clothes?"

Tiannan hurriedly raised the tray in his hand.

When he was pulled in, his first reaction was to prevent the clothes on the tray from falling to the ground.

"Here!"

Ming Candle: "Stop making a fuss, send it over quickly, and then go prepare some tonic soup. Mr. Feng said that the master might wake up in the next seven days."

"What?!"

The four people in the room were startled and rushed to Lian Shenwei's bedroom in a hurry.

The bedroom was very quiet, with only the sound of Feng Ke grinding medicine.

The sound of the door opening was so sudden that Feng Ke looked up.

"……?"

He was unhappy: "What are you doing?"

Ying Jingjue couldn't help but pinch his palms, took a step forward, and lowered his voice: "Mr. Feng, I heard that my uncle..."

Feng Ke lowered his head, wiped the medicine in the medicine grinder onto the oil paper, and said in a light tone: "Have you heard about it?"

Li Ningfeng: "Really?"

Feng Ke paused for a second: "Really."

Before the four of them could show any joy on their faces, Feng Ke added indifferently:

"If he still doesn't wake up after seven days, he will never wake up again."

“…”

No matter how complicated the emotions were, they were all extinguished at this moment.

These words are like a bucket of ice water in winter, pouring over one's head and freezing one in the ice and snow.

Ying Jingjue stared blankly at the pale young man hidden behind the bed curtain, and suddenly his body shuddered slightly.

Feng Ke did not deceive them.

If Lian Shenwei cannot wake up again, the vitality in his body will be destroyed and he will never wake up again.

Tiannan told him that Lian Shenwei might have lost his sense of taste a long time ago, but Ying Jingjue didn't know yet.

Feng Ke didn't tell them for the time being.

He was angry that day and told Lian Shenwei some of the things he had done before, but when he calmed down, he was worried that Lian Shenwei would be angry after waking up and knowing what had happened.

Lian Shenwei didn't want these young people to be exposed to the hatred of the previous generation.

Since that day when he mentioned the seven-day deadline, every second of these seven days was torture for Ying Jingjue, Li Ningfeng and Ye Mingqin, and the next second was always given hope.

They took turns guarding here, hoping day and night that the person on the bed would open his eyes.

Know the country.

Gong Du also heard the seven-day deadline Feng Ke mentioned.

It doesn't matter to him.

Even if the vitality of this body was extinguished, he could wake up if he wanted to. What Feng Ke predicted was actually only the vitality of the body.

It would have been fine for him to die like this, but perhaps because he had not let go of that colorful soul, he wrote a better ending for Lian Shenwei when he was writing the script.

This person suffered a lot in the original world line. Although he did not suffer from the same exhaustion as him and died in a greatly shortened timeline, his health was also very poor, and he no longer had Feng Ke's daily companionship and care.

So lonely, he pushed Ying Jingjue's throne step by step to an extremely stable level, and then was stripped of his power, ordered to die late, and died in the tenth year after the new emperor ascended the throne.

Like a cup of tea that was discarded by the world and was too bitter.

No one cares, no one knows, it is silent in the years, and passes away silently with the wind.

If you can make up for it, try your best.

During these seven days, even the strands of his hair turned white.

The combination of black and white looks like an ink painting with blank space.

If you only look at the general outline, he doesn't look like a young man in his twenties, but more like an octogenarian.

Today is already the seventh night.

Feng stayed by his bed, his fingers on Lian Shenwei's pulse, feeling the increasingly weak pulse that would only beat occasionally under his fingertips.

The light in the bedroom flickered, and the atmosphere was so depressing that the air seemed thin.

Tiannan Mingzhu, Ying Jingjue and the other three are all here.

The ion time is getting closer.

The person on the bed still showed no signs of waking up.

Li Ningfeng couldn't help but clench his fists.

Occasionally, a cool breeze would squeeze in through the window cracks, hiding a glimpse of moonlight.

The Clivia on the windowsill felt the wind and swayed slightly.

The young man's eyelashes fluttered.

…

This is my second time on this road.

Lian Shenwei glanced around.

The thick fog has dissipated a little compared to last time. This place... doesn't seem to be the underworld. It feels a little familiar.

Pavilions, terraces and waterside pavilions, with bells ringing from the eaves.

He looked carefully and finally dug out his impression of this place from his old memory.

This is Fudu Villa.

Has he gone home?

Thinking of this, the young man hesitated.

From the mist came the same sounds of laughter and playfulness as last time, and this time even the sounds were clearer than before.

After hesitating for a long time, Lian Shenwei chose to move forward, and the sound became clearer and clearer. He gradually saw where the noise came from.

Under a lush pear tree.

Several people were sitting around the stone table under the tree. They included Feng Ke, Qiu Che, Qiu Cheng, Jing Jue who was about ten years old, my elder sister, my father, my mother...

and.

he.

He looked to be about nineteen years old, dressed in white, with a lazy posture, holding a wine bottle in his hand, and chatting and laughing with Qiu Che beside him.

Feng Ke got a new medicine pestle and showed it off everywhere.

Jingjue was endorsed by Qiu Cheng.

My mother was embroidering and my sister was distributing snacks.

Lively and warm.

Lian Shenwei hid behind the pear tree, not too far away from the group of people. He stared at those familiar people in a daze for a moment.

That was the scene that had appeared in his dream.

But at this moment he was like a stranger who had accidentally entered someone else's home, hiding behind a tree, not daring to come forward to disturb them.

I don't know how long I watched, but except for the drunk young man in white, everyone around the stone table walked into the fog.

Lian Shenwei watched them leave.

Then he shifted his gaze and met the eyes of the young man who had opened his eyes at some point.

The young man stared at him for a moment, then rubbed his eyes. After making sure that he was not seeing things, he took the unfinished wine in his hand and walked towards the young man in black who looked exactly like him but had pale skin under the pear tree.

The boy walked up to Lian Shenwei and asked, "Am I dreaming?"

Although Lian Shenwei is much thinner than before, his frame is more mature than that of a teenager and he is taller.

He lowered his head slightly and smiled: "Maybe it was a dream."

The boy said: "You look tired. Did you come from far away? Why do you look like me?" He shook the wine in his hand and said with a smile: "Why don't you come to my house and have a chat?"

Lian Shenwei said gently: "That is Lian Yubai's home."

"Strange," the boy said, "You know my name. What's your name?"

Lian Shenwei did not answer his question, but just looked in the direction of the ancestral hall. After a moment, he asked, "If one day you violate every family precept, with blood on your hands and you kneel down, what will you do?"

"Wouldn't that make me an unforgivable evildoer who has done all kinds of evil?" The young man raised his eyebrows. "If that day ever comes, I won't have to wait for the old man to come and punish me personally. I'll just end my life on my own."

"After all this talk, where are you going?"

Lian Shenwei half-jokingly said, "Self-committing suicide."

The boy laughed. "That's really interesting. You want to go forward? Just walk past our house. See? This road goes through the back mountain and leads to anywhere."

"Is there no other way?"

The boy shook his head and said, "Yes, but I don't know. I often hang out with a few friends, and I don't know if there are any new roads around the villa recently."

"Is that so? That's fine."

"What?"

"This place is too clean," Lian Shen smiled, "I'm afraid that if I pass by here, I'll dirty your house."

He raised his hand, placed his palm on the boy's head, and patted it, as if to warn or say goodbye, with a gentle and caring tone: "Don't go out so often, stay at home and spend more time with your family."

The sleeve slid down, revealing a scarred arm, and the boy's gaze lingered on it for a moment.

“Are you having a hard time? No one cares about you?”

Lian Shenwei raised his eyebrows, took back his hand and looked at the scars on his body, saying, "Yes, that's why they healed so well."

The boy didn't believe it: "It will heal over time, okay?"

Lian Shenwei was silent for a moment and shook his head: "I want to go back."

The boy looked behind him and said, "It's so dark." He took out a light from somewhere and said, "Here, be careful on the road."

Lian Shenwei took it and thanked him.

He turned and walked into the dark road behind him.

The boy looked at his back and shouted: "Hey, will you come back? What's your name?"

The figure holding the lamp walked away and no one answered him.

So he raised his head and took a sip of wine, muttering, "What a strange dream..."

Lian Shenwei didn't know how long he had been walking and had no direction.

Only the lamp in my hand can illuminate the path under my feet. Sometimes it is grass, sometimes it is snow, and sometimes it is a pool of blood.

Gradually, the light of the candle in his hand became weaker and weaker.

Then I couldn't see anything at all.

The moment the candlelight disappeared, he suddenly fell down, as if he was immersed in water, and the feeling of suffocation gradually submerged his mouth and nose. His body suddenly became heavy, and indescribable pain surged through his limbs.

"It's past midnight..."

I don't know who murmured this.

The fingertips of Feng Ke's hands pressing on Lian Shenwei's wrist gradually became cooler.

In fact, it had been a while since midnight, but no one pointed it out, and Feng Ke could no longer feel the pulse.

He changed from pressing to holding, lowered his head, pursed his lips and said nothing, his eyes gradually turning red.

When Ying Jingjue saw Qing Fengke's actions, his face turned pale and his body shook.

Feng Ke closed his eyes, "You guys..."

Suddenly.

It seemed to be an illusion, he felt a faint throbbing in the palm of his hand.

Feng Ke stopped abruptly and looked fiercely at Lian Shenwei. He didn't even dare to move, and all his attention was focused on his palm.

An imperceptible low cough instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Like a switch, the young man coughed intermittently, his voice was low and weak. He seemed to be in great pain and frowned slightly.

Feng Ke could clearly feel the pulse beating in his palm. Although it was as weak as a gossamer thread, it was firmly there.

He was stunned for a moment, then reacted instantly. He immediately took out the silver needle from his waist and stabbed Lian Shenwei's neck several times. Then he cursed while stabbing: "You scared me to death."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly slowed down.

With all the ups and downs, Ying Jingjue felt like he was floating, and almost fell to the ground. He squatted in front of the bed, staring at it nervously, and then couldn't help but reach out to feel Lian Shenwei's breath.

When he really felt that weak but warm breath, his eyes felt sore and his throat felt like it was clogged with a ball of cotton.

…My uncle’s life was almost saved several times.

He knew very well how difficult it was to rescue him.

Fortunately, fortunately he still has a chance to make up for it.

Lian Ning's tense body slowly relaxed, his overly tense shoulders and back began to tremble slightly. He then realized that he had a layer of cold sweat on his back and his hands were shaking unconsciously.

Ye Mingqin's lower lip was bitten by her until it bled, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother..."

Feng Ke slapped the back of Li Ningfeng's hand and gave him a warning look: "Ying Jingjue has been probing you now, are you done yet?"

"Stay away, don't wait for him to wake up and scare him."

He twisted the needle in his hand.

The young man's eyelids trembled slightly and he slowly opened his eyes.

Feng Ke knew that he couldn't hear him, so he quickly moved closer and asked in a low voice: "How do you feel? Is there any other discomfort?"

There was no response for a while. Feng Ke thought he hadn't adapted yet, so he waited for a moment and changed the silver needle. "Lian Shenwei?"

The young man blinked slowly, his eyes were unfocused and empty.

After a moment, he trembled his wrist which was held by Feng Ke, and did not speak for a long time. Lian Shenwei's voice was weak and hoarse, with a bit of confusion: "...Feng...Ke?"

Feng Ke paused, a bad premonition rising in his heart. His Adam's apple rolled and he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of the young man's eyes.

No response.

Feng Ke tapped Lian Shenwei's arm twice to indicate that he was there.

The young man noticed it, but he had just woken up and didn't have much energy to think. Most of his reactions were straightforward. He paused for a moment and said slowly: "...Is it night time now?"

It was night, but the bedroom was brightly lit by the flickering candles.

However, those eyes, which had originally been clear, could not reflect any light at this moment, and were covered with a layer of dull gray, gloomy and silent.

Feng Ke's heart sank to the bottom.