Lian Shenwei had just woken up, and after saying those two sentences, he fell into deep sleep again.
But this time, his gradually steady breathing could at least be felt.
The room had been in silence since a while ago. The excitement and expectation of seeing him wake up were burned to ashes by the fire. Li Ningfeng was stunned, "Mr. Feng, is Master unable to see? Is it because of the medicine or...?"
"Exhaustion."
Perhaps he had a vague premonition in his heart, Feng Ke's tone was relatively calm. He slowly placed Lian Shenwei's hand under the quilt, covered him, and then turned to look at the other people in the room.
"He couldn't hear before, and now he can't see either."
He was silent for a moment, and then slowly told a story that was neither long nor short.
In fact, I am just a carefree teenager, stumbling around, growing up slowly over the past eleven or twelve years from the age of seventeen to now, nearly twenty-nine.
…
Half a month later, it was early winter.
Outside the eaves, the branches and leaves are covered with a thin layer of frost, and birds are flying up and down.
A cool light filtered in through the window.
Lian Shenwei had a black cloth strip two fingers wide covering his eyes, and was supported by Ying Jingjue as he walked half a circle in his bedroom.
His hair had turned completely white, and his waist-length hair was not tied up but draped over his shoulders. His jawline was more distinct because he was thin.
It was only half a circle, but it took quite a while, and the young man even had sweat on his forehead.
Lian Shenwei slowed down and said, "Okay, Feng Ke, I'll take a break."
Ying Jingjue quickly helped him onto the couch. The fire in the room was so strong that he was sweating all over. He wiped his hands casually and wrote on Lian Shenwei's palm: "Do you want something to eat?"
He accompanied Lian Shenwei as Feng Ke.
Half a month ago, when my uncle woke up, Mr. Feng told them what had happened in the past few years. He then realized that his amnesia was not caused by illness, but by the secret medicine of the royal family that the late emperor personally gave him.
The hatred between the Dasheng court and Fudu Villa finally surfaced.
My uncle was injured when he hunted down the killer of the Falling Moon Clan. He was seriously injured and was picked up by a demon monk and refined into a medicine man. His meridians were damaged and the tendons in his right hand were severed, so he could no longer lift a sword.
He spent the three years from the age of seventeen to twenty recuperating in the Feng family.
He tried countless times to pick up the sword again, but all failed. It was not until his uncle learned that the enemies of Fudu Villa were more than just the Du Yue Clan, but also included many high-ranking officials in the court who were known for their loyalty.
Among them, Wei Li is one of them.
Wei Li.
How could he not remember.
It was because of this incident that he officially broke with his uncle, who was still the regent. He even personally presided over Wei Li's funeral.
Later, when he returned from his southern tour, he found that Wei Li's tomb had been dug up and the body inside had disappeared. He was furious and ordered people to repair it again.
He couldn't imagine how his uncle felt when he heard that he had presided over Wei Li's funeral.
After Ying Jingjue knew these things, he slapped himself, locked himself in the room, and refused to eat or drink for three whole days.
After coming out, he had lost a lot of weight, but he packed himself up without saying a word and took over the responsibility of taking care of his uncle.
Feng Ke told him that his uncle didn't want him to know what happened back then, and that the hatred in Fudu Villa had come to an end with the passing of his father.
Ying Jingjue nodded. If his uncle didn't want him to know, then he wouldn't know.
That day at Foquan Temple.
His memory came back, and Moda made his uncle kneel down and apologize to Wei Li's son. Now that he knew the truth, he felt even more angry and humiliated.
Although Ning Feng said that his uncle did not kneel, but only lowered his head slightly, Ming Cang pulled him over with a whip. But... kneeling or not kneeling, for a proud person, I am afraid that the moment he makes the decision, it is no longer important.
The moment you lower your head, it means giving up your pride.
None of them knew what their uncle was thinking, nor did they dare to mention it.
Ying Jingjue looked at the Clivia on the windowsill. The flower was cultivated with integrity. It was said that his uncle had been taking care of it. It was well taken care of before, but since he came back from Foquan Temple this time, the flower has slowly withered.
The leaves turn yellow and the flowers fade.
Rumor has it that there is a connection between the flower and the gardener. When Lian Shenwei was humiliated and the Clivia gradually withered, it was hard not to associate it with his own condition.
When they thought of this, the pot of Clivia was like a thorn, reminding them of how Lian Shenwei lowered his head that night.
Everyone tacitly agreed not to mention throwing it away, but to take good care of it. Li Ningfeng bought a lot of good soil from outside, and even Mr. Feng sprinkled some strange things in the flowerpot every day.
Just like if you take good care of flowers, you will also take good care of people.
Lian Shenwei didn't notice Ying Jingjue's distraction, curled up his slightly itchy palms, and nodded: "I want to eat something."
In fact, all of Lian Shenwei's reactions after waking up were beyond their expectations. He cooperated with the treatment almost abnormally, and every time it was time for dinner, he would try to eat more.
When he feels better, he will take the initiative to get out of bed and walk around.
He had wasted all his martial arts skills, his internal strength had dissipated, and he was exhausted to his current state. At first he could barely stand, but now he can walk a few steps in the room. This is a huge improvement.
Ying Jingjue wrote on his palm: "OK."
It happened that Li Ningfeng was serving food outside, and Ye Mingqin was holding a bag of snacks. Feng Ke led them in. He looked at Ying Jingjue and asked, "How is your uncle today?"
Ying Jingjue: "I took one step less than yesterday."
Li Ningfeng poured the warm nourishing soup into a bowl, cooled it a little, and then brought it to Lian Shenwei's lips.
Even though they knew he had no sense of taste, it didn't stop them from trying to make the not-so-delicious tonic soup sweeter, and also had the Liuji snacks that Ye Mingqin bought.
While he was eating, Feng Ke gave him acupuncture.
Lian Shenwei hissed and whispered, "...It's been a few days since the injection. I can't miss a few injections."
For more than 20 years, he has been afraid of needles, looking timid and pitiful. He has to be injected every day, and his retorts are very quiet. Feng Ke glanced at him and said, "It will be fine once you get better."
After saying this, he waited for a long time without receiving a response before he suddenly remembered that Shen Wei couldn't hear or see at this moment.
Feng Ke paused, and the smile that was unconsciously raised at the corner of his mouth disappeared.
Ying Jingjue pursed his lips, imitated Tiannan's tone, and wrote on Lian Shenwei's palm: "Mr. Feng said that you don't need to get the injection when you are well."
Lian Shenwei felt his body, which gave him a feeling of weakness all the time. He remained silent for a long time and then changed the subject.
He said, "Feng Ke, I showed up at the Foquan Temple that night. Are you sure Jing Jue didn't get suspicious? Why hasn't he taken action against the Regent Palace yet?"
Ying Jingjue wrote: "No, it was all covered up. Mr. Feng handled it. The Northern Barbarian spies in Foquan Temple have been exposed. He has no time to take care of the affairs of the Regent Palace now."
That's good.
Lian Shenwei was lost in thought for a moment, and whispered, "It's a pity that I can't hear that brat call me uncle anymore."
Ying Jingjue felt a lump in his nose and tears almost fell.
"And Ning Feng," Lian Shen smiled and said, "I was not destined to hear the word Master."
Feng Ke glanced at Li Ningfeng.
The latter placed the bowl of soup on the table, and together with Ying Jingjue, half-knelt down in front of Lian Shenwei, looking up at the blindfolded pale young man.
Losing sight or hearing, if only one of them is lost, is still being completely cut off from the outside world.
Lian Shenwei always felt that his life was unreal these days.
He cannot touch the outside world, and can only know whether he is asleep or awake, dreaming or experiencing something real from some implicit feedback.
It's like being sealed in a shell.
The sense of touch is infinitely magnified.
Feeling his palms itchy again, the white-haired young man tilted his face to the side. The black cloth that blinded him slowly slid from the back of his head to the side of his face. He felt it carefully.
Someone wrote three words on his palm one by one.
Little. Uncle. Uncle.
I wrote very slowly, with an inexplicable sense of solemnity, as if I was afraid he wouldn't be able to sense it.
I stopped after writing, as if waiting for his feedback.
The white-haired young man smiled slowly and hummed gently.
Then, two more words were written on his palm, this time:
Teacher. Father.
Li Ningfeng knelt down, held his hand, and rested his forehead on the young man's cool finger bones: "Master..."
The white-haired young man's smile deepened, "I heard it."
Li Ning was stunned, his eyes widened in disbelief.
Ying Jing raised his head in surprise.
Before they could even get a glimmer of hope in their hearts, they heard the young man continue, "Who wrote this for fun to make me happy, Tiannan or Fengke?"
"You two's hands are much rougher than the candles. I can feel it."
Lian Shenwei withdrew his hand, rubbed his red palm with his fingertips for a while, and said with a smile: "You guys are almost writing me into a cocoon."
“…”
Feng Ke lowered his eyes and glanced at Ying Jingjue and Li Ningfeng who were stunned.
I sighed in my heart.
In the end, I couldn't bear to hit them anymore, so I just said, "If you want to cry, go outside and cry. Don't bother others here."
What's the use?
Hatred can be eliminated, but the guilt and regret that can never be heard or known will only become more engraved in the bones and blood every midnight dream. This is the greatest punishment for the living.
After the acupuncture, the corner of Feng Ke's clothes was gently pulled.
Looking down, it was Lian Shenwei who grabbed him.
Lian Shenwei pursed his lips, showing some stubbornness: "These days, I have been taking medicine and eating on time to make myself better. Feng Ke, I don't want to stay in the capital anymore."
"I want to go back to Jinling to have a look."
he……
I want to go home.
Home in Jinling.
Even though he was covered in infamy, he still wanted to go back to Jinling before he died, even if he didn't go to Fudu Villa.
Even if Feng Ke didn't say it, he could actually feel that his body couldn't hold on for much longer.
Seventeen-year-old Lian Yubai and twenty-eight-year-old Lian Shenwei are both him.
He really wanted to separate these two lives clearly, but he was just an ordinary person in this mundane world. If he could really let go of the past, he wouldn't dream about it so often.
This matter is over.
He is also free from all worries.
Lian Shenwei thought that he should at least live for himself.
As a person who violated the family teachings, he wanted to go home, which would definitely not be allowed before.
But Lian Shenwei thought again, his father and mother had always loved him the most, and his sister was also used to him. He was in this state now, and he was just going to go back to see them. He would not be buried in the ancestral tomb after his death, so he should be forgiven.
Lian Shenwei felt like the word "good" was written on his palm.
He was happy, thinking that his recovery efforts had been quite effective, so he asked again, "Do you have any medicine that can help me see again in a short period of time? Let's go to Jinling now. It will be spring there, and I want to see the spring scenery of Jinling again."
Just one glance is enough.
Feng Ke was silent for a moment, but finally didn't want to let him down, so he agreed.
The white-haired young man was in a visibly good mood and ate a little more than usual.
He was exhausted and kept sleeping a lot. After eating, he rinsed his mouth and lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
As soon as I stepped out of the bedroom, the coldness from outside instantly hit me.
In early winter, the branches in the courtyard were gray and bare.
Feng Ke narrowed his eyes with a heavy heart, and behind him, Ying Jingjue and Li Ningfeng came out one after another.
Ye Mingqin closed the door and asked, "Mr. Feng, are you going to take my brother back to Jinling?"
Ying Jingjue frowned: "But can my uncle's body withstand the hardship along the way?"
"I can't stand it," Feng Ke shook his head, "I'm afraid that if we don't take good care of him, he might die from a cold just five miles outside the capital."
Li Ningfeng: "So you just agreed?"
Feng Ke: "He hasn't been so happy for a long time."
He didn't want to think about anything, and was as willful as before, and he was given all kinds of difficult things to do.
"But if my uncle knew that you lied to him, he would..."
Feng Ke: "Do you have a better idea?"
Ying Jingjue was silent for a moment, then said, "There is one."
The others looked at him.
Ying Jingjue: "My uncle wants to go back to Jinling, which means he wants to go back to Fudu Villa. I can transform the Regent Palace into another Fudu Villa."
Feng Ke’s first reaction was that it was inappropriate, but after thinking about it carefully, it was not impossible.
Lian Shenwei is now drowsy most of the time and cannot feel the outside world. If he is on a ship, the cabin is stable and not much different from being in the bedroom.
Feng Ke groaned for a moment and asked, "How much do you remember about the layout of Fudu Villa?"
Ying Jingjue: "I remember all the places my uncle loved to go." He doesn't know if it's because of his amnesia, but he remembers everything before the age of six very clearly. "Even if there are some unclear places, there are always craftsmen in the world who know them."
Feng Ke glanced at him and said, "Now you look a bit like an emperor."
Ying Jingjue forced a smile and said, "Mr. Feng, please stop teasing me."
"Since it has been decided, I will ask Tiannan and Mingzhu to gather everyone in the mansion and give them instructions," Feng Ke said to Li Ningfeng, "Find more people."
Li Ningfeng nodded: "I know."
Ying Jingjue said, "Lord Ye, please discuss the trivial matters in the court with a few ministers. Let Xiao Zhizi deliver the memorial here."
Ye Mingqin said calmly, "I know."
After it was finalized, the Regent's Palace began to take action.
This is no small project.
Ying Jing decided to recruit skilled craftsmen from all over the country. Naturally, many people responded to the imperial decree, and soon the construction of the Regent Palace began.
These commotions caused quite a stir in the capital, but not a single word of it reached Lian Shenwei.
He just knew that he would be leaving soon, so he asked Tiannan to start packing his things.
Lian Shenwei: "After I leave, leave someone to report to the palace and tell them that the Regent Prince has an acute illness and has died."
He thought about it and felt that apart from the Cangshan Sword, Dongxiao, A Zi and the pot of Clivia, there seemed to be nothing else he wanted to take away.
I do want to stay.
"Bring the title deed to the manor and the deed to the estate, as well as the box I have been keeping in the small storeroom to the east, three steps to the left. Bring them all here."
Lian Shenwei rarely hides things, and after he said it, Feng Ke's curiosity was aroused. He hurriedly asked for the things he wanted to be brought over.
After the things were brought in, the box was opened and the things inside were astonishing.
It is a box of bright and shining pearls.
Some of them are deep purple, and there are also some rare scarlet colors.
Lian Shenwei groped his hand and fumbled in the box twice, and two layers popped out from the bottom. The bottom layer was a fan, and the last layer was a thick stack of banknotes.
He also put the land deed and shop contract that Tiannan had taken out into the last layer.
Ying Jingjue glanced at Tiannan.
Tiannan tilted his head: "Master has a hobby of collecting pearls...but I don't know what Master wants these for."
Feng Ke: "There are so many banknotes in the third layer of this box. Why didn't he use them when he didn't have enough money to buy supplies?"
Li Ningfeng wrote on Lian Shenwei's palm and asked.
Lian Shenwei closed the box again and asked in confusion, "This is the dowry I, as a brother, prepared for Mingqin. How can a brother use his sister's dowry?"
This is not stubbornness, but the family education he received since childhood. Even if he starved to death, he would not touch the money. Moreover, even if he did, the extremely expensive supplements could only last for a few days.
Ye Mingqin, who had rarely spoken, was stunned.
...dowry?
"She is all alone, without a mother's family. If she gets married in the future, I am worried that she will be bullied. A richer dowry will give her more confidence," Lian Shenwei said slowly, "but Mingqin is working hard and is doing well now."
He thinks about many things very far ahead, perhaps even into the future when he is no longer involved.
"If she gets married someday, these will be her dowry. If she doesn't want to start a family and wants to marry someone, this money can support her family. Women always have a harder time. The money issued by the court is far from enough."
The pearls can be displayed on wedding gowns, or they can be kept and sold for money. The fans in the middle are used to cover the face. They were all prepared by his mother's family. His status was suitable, so they were prepared together.
The remaining money and shop were the solid foundation he gave to Mingqin.
Lian Shenwei coughed a few times and added: "Most of the money I received from officials as bribes was used by me on the border and disaster relief."
"Before you leave, tell Mingqin that what I'm giving her is all the clean money I've saved over the years."
Because he didn't get a response and was annoyed by the fact that others were writing on his hand, he just kept talking to himself. After saying so much, Lian Shenwei felt a little tired.
Everyone in the capital knew that he was Ye Mingqin's sworn brother. He had a bad reputation, but as an elder brother, who could say no to him giving his land to his younger sister?
Even if there are some rumors, Mingqin can solve them with his ability, so he is not worried about it.
The rest of the people looked at Ye Mingqin.
The Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, who had always been steady and capable, with a bright future, now had tears all over his face. He looked at the box given to her, covered his lips and sobbed, unable to utter a word.
As the winter got colder, the pot of Clivia became more lifeless.
After learning that his sworn brother's previous money had been spent on the frontier, the people in Tiannan had only a vague idea of the cause, so Ye Mingqin began to investigate. The investigation led them to the year when the old marquis was injured and withdrew from the frontier.
What happened back then gradually surfaced.
Tiannan and others only knew that the money was used in the border area, but they didn't know how it was used. The money was not only used to buy food, but also a lot of medicinal materials. Even his brother-in-law bought food in Nanjing and used all the connections he could to transport the life-saving military pay to the border area.
Many people remember the shipment of grain to the border.
At that time, there were too many corrupt officials in the court, the treasury was empty, and officials were blaming each other. They said that the border could still hold out for a while.
Ye Mingqin still remembered that his brother was not as powerful as he was later, and this incident made him feel very bad at that time. Afterwards, he found some excuses that were not really excuses and forcibly killed some of the most powerful people in the court. Only then was the court's grain delivered.
After the grain was delivered, seeing that nothing had happened on the border, those people brought up the matter of their sworn brother's random killing of court officials and scolded him.
However, if the first batch had not been sent, how could the border be safe?
Even so, wasn't the Marquis of Loyalty still injured and retreated from the front line?
She investigated the matter openly and before long, everyone in the court knew everything they should know. When Marquis Zhongyi first heard the news, his first reaction was that it was impossible.
Then he got angry that someone was playing a trick on him.
Later, Li Ningfeng confirmed it himself, and he fell silent. He seemed to have aged a lot overnight.
He was also involved in the price increase of supplements in the capital.
The next day after the old marquis found out, he went to visit the Regent's Palace. Even Shenwei was unaware of his arrival, and no one would disturb him for such a thing.
The old marquis just bowed deeply and saluted at the white-haired young man who was being led by someone and walking slowly from a distance.
Regardless of whether Lian Shenwei killed innocent people for revenge, the fact that he spared no effort to transport grain to the border deserves his respect.
That batch of food saved countless soldiers on the border and also saved half of his life.
He had seen all the officials paying homage to the previous emperor during his reign, but that man was the only one wearing the most noble black official uniform, with the ring representing his status as regent buckled heavily on his thumb. He sat on a rosewood chair and drank tea at a leisurely pace.
Extremely powerful.
The old marquis once hated this kind of behavior, thinking it was a treacherous minister disrupting the government.
But now, looking at the white-haired young man with black silk covering his eyes, he felt very uncomfortable.
The construction of the Regent's Palace had begun, and he couldn't do much, so he brought a few soldiers who had served on the front lines to help with the work here.
In just half a month, half of the palace was renovated.
Lian Shenwei was also moved to a new room, which was built in the style of a ship's cabin, making him think that he was already on a ship bound for Nanjing.
If he still had his subtle senses, he would have been able to see through this clumsy lie at once, but now he couldn't tell at all. When he woke up from his coma and was told that he was on the boat, he was very happy.
Lian Shenwei: "I don't know how long I've slept this time. Am I in the cabin now?" He got out of bed and fumbled around for a while. "The layout has indeed changed, but it's warmer than I thought."
Tiannan wrote: "Mr. Feng arranged it. He said the Feng family is rich, so you don't have to worry about feeling uncomfortable on the way. When you return to Fudu Villa and get to your own room, you will be familiar with it."
Lian Shenwei was stunned.
Return to Fudu Villa.
In fact, it’s good to be back in Jinling.
It would be nice if I could go into the villa and take a look. Realizing his own thoughts, Lian Shen smiled. Sure enough, people are greedy. When one thing is satisfied, they will want a better result.
The room in Fudu Villa.
If he really went back there, he wouldn't need anyone to accompany him. With his eyes closed, he could go wherever he wanted.
"Hopefully soon."
He said.
With the efforts of the whole country, the Regent's Palace was transformed into Fudu Villa.
Even at extremely high speeds, details must be considered.
But after all, the villa is located at a higher altitude, so Ying Jingjue could only try his best to restore the environment around his uncle's bedroom to what it was when he was at the villa.
I don’t know which day the frost was so heavy that the Clivia completely withered and died.
Lian Shenwei's daily awake time was visibly decreasing.
I used to be able to walk around the room twice, but now I feel like I have slowly returned to the time when I first woke up. My physical condition is getting worse day by day.
After he had not woken up for nearly three days again, Feng Ke checked his pulse.
"...Get ready, and move faster in the mansion."
Ying Jingjue found it hard to accept: "Mr. Feng."
"The extra time he was able to live was snatched from King Yan," Feng Ke was silent for a moment, "When I started learning medicine, I saw many people die, but later on, as I became more successful, there were no more patients under my care who could not be saved, but..."
He prided himself on his unrivaled medical skills, and spent almost all his time and energy over the years on one person, but it was this person that he could not be saved no matter how much he tried.
Feng Ke felt powerless again.
He stood up and said, "I have sent a message to Qiu Che, asking him to come back as soon as possible no matter where he is. I hope he can make it in time."
When he passed away, his friends and relatives were by his side.
Not alone.
Feng Ke stopped talking, and regardless of how the others in the room reacted, he went back to his small pharmacy. Lian Shenwei said he wanted a medicine that could allow for short-term vision.
He has been studying this recently and finally made some progress.
Thanks to the treasure house of the Great Sheng Dynasty, otherwise the development would not have been so fast.
…
The second year of Chonglin.
December 17th.
Lian Shenwei was half asleep when he saw a few words written on his palm: "We have arrived at Fudu Villa."
The sleepiness in his mind suddenly disappeared, and he said in a low voice: "...Are we there yet?"
Ying Jingjue felt a lump in his throat and nodded. Suddenly he remembered that his uncle couldn't see, so he wiped his tears and wrote "yes" on his palm.
Ying Jingjue: "It took some time to clean up, and we had to install a ground dragon, but everything else is exactly the same as before."
Lian Shenwei coughed a few times and said, "I'll get up and walk around."
He walked around the room without asking Ying Jingjue to support him.
His fingertips brushed over the furnishings in the house one by one.
He was very playful when he was young, and his room was unique in the whole villa. There was a ceiling swing on the east side of the house, and he often swung on it while drinking, and slept on it every now and then.
There were several pots of wild vines planted high in the middle of the roof beams. Every spring, they would bloom small purple and pink flowers that hung down and looked very pretty. He also diverted a stream from the spring outside to his house and surrounded it with small stones to form a one-meter-wide spring.
On one side of the bookshelf are books, most of which are not very serious, but are storybooks collected from the underworld. The other side is full of fun stuff.
…
It's exactly the same as in my memory.
Lian Shenwei walked for a while, grasped the rope of the swing in his palm, and took a breath, "I didn't realize that my room was so big before."
The young man's happiness was too obvious.
In fact, there was no boat to Jinling, and this was not Fudu Villa. He was still trapped where he was. Ying Jingjue saw that he was happy, and he wanted to laugh with him, but he couldn't laugh at all. He only felt uncomfortable and sad.
Lian Shenwei: "I still want to go out for a walk."
Ying Jingjue hurriedly wrote: "No, it's still too cold outside."
Lian Shenwei: "It's okay. It rarely snows in Jinling and it's not cold in winter. I'm just taking a walk."
Ying Jingjue refused. It was the coldest time of the year in the capital, and his uncle's body would not be able to handle going out at this time.
Moreover, they are looking for green plants everywhere and trying their best to restore the scenery of Jinling.
"Oh well."
Lian Shenwei: "I will leave after your medicine is developed."
He roughly estimated the time in his mind, and since Lian Shenwei didn't know that he was in a scam, he also counted the days of coma that Tiannan and the others told him about.
It should be January in Jinling now.
February is the best spring.
It would be better if he waited a little longer.
Ying Jingjue imitated Feng Ke's tone and wrote: "Okay, I'll do it as soon as possible."
Lian Shenwei returned to Fudu Villa and never mentioned that he wanted to visit the ancestral hall. He never even looked in that direction.
He had been waiting for Feng Ke's medicine.
The second year of Chonglin.
December 25th.
"Hurry up, hurry up, everyone, work harder, the New Year is coming soon, His Majesty said that those who work hard these days will be rewarded!" The Loyalty Marquis shouted, "Don't be lazy, hey, hey, hey, put the pot of plum blossoms over here, yes, be careful, it was moved from the palace, it's a Jade Sandalwood Plum, it's very precious."
"Don't worry, Lord Hou!"
"Brothers, we will definitely do a good job!"
In the depths of winter, the Regent Palace, which had undergone a major transformation, was gradually taking on the colors of spring.
Not only the craftsmen in the palace and among the people, but even the embroiderers were busy.
No matter how experienced a gardener is, some flowers just won't bloom in winter, and no one can force them to bloom. Feng Ke then came up with an idea.
To confuse the false with the true.
Let the skilled embroiderers make artificial flowers.
Soon, the flowers and plants, both real and fake, filled two entire rooms, waiting to be released as soon as the pavilions and waterside terraces outside were arranged.
The second year of Chonglin.
December 28th.
Feng Ke developed a drug that allows people to see temporarily.
After much effort, I only got one pill. Moreover, Lian Shenwei's physical condition was special. I didn't know how effective the medicine would be on him, how long it would work, and whether it was clear.
Anyway, we finally figured it out.
He told Lian Shenwei the good news.
The young man seemed to be in better spirits these past two days. After knowing this, he wanted to try eating it.
Feng Ke wrote: "There is only one pill. I will keep it for now. When you are better and can go out, I will give it to you."
Lian Shenwei: "Okay."
He lay listlessly on the pillow, holding a small bell from his childhood in his hand, which he had been playing with frequently recently.
The sound of the bell was very clear, and even Shen Wei could not hear it, but Feng Ke and his companions liked to hear the sound of the bell because every time it rang, it meant that the person holding the bell was still awake.
…
The second year of Chonglin.
December 30th, night.
"The day after tomorrow is the Lantern Festival. After the Lantern Festival, it will be the New Year," Ying Jingjue looked carefully at the list for tomorrow in his hand, "This is my first Lantern Festival to spend with my uncle."
In fact, they didn't want to make it too lively, they just wanted to stay in the house with Lian Shenwei the day after tomorrow.
He slept most of the time, so they prepared some food in the room, and ate together around the fire, keeping their uncle company.
That's good.
Xiao Zhizi came in hurriedly, "The Regent has called Mr. Feng over."
Ying Jingjue was startled: "But what happened?" Without waiting for Xiao Zhizi to elaborate, he put down the work in his hands and hurried out, "Forget it, I'll go and see for myself."
As soon as he walked to the door of Lian Shenwei's bedroom, he heard a weak and unscrupulous voice: "...I just took it out to touch it. Feng Ke, you are unreasonable. If I don't give it to you, can you hit me?"
Ying Jingjue: “…”
He paused.
The voice belonged to his uncle.
It didn't seem like he would say that now. As soon as he said that, he dreamed of the carefree boy he often saw when he was a child.
Feng Ke was very angry and stretched out his hand to pinch Lian Shenwei's palm.
"Hand it over, you hear me? Just this one!"
Ying Jingjue looked inside.
Lian Shenwei held a green jade bottle in his right hand, hiding it from time to time, while Feng Ke held his left hand. Mr. Feng probably took care of his uncle's right wrist, so he didn't fight with him and wrote on the palm of his left hand.
Ying Jingjue took a look and felt that the handwriting was written so fast that sparks were created in his uncle's palm.
“…”
"Mr. Feng," Ying Jingjue was silent for a moment and walked over, "What's wrong?"
Feng Ke was quick-witted and quick-handed. He grabbed the bottom of the jade bottle and pulled it out.
"You are still not quiet before going to bed. I only have one pill. I'll see if I can make you a little more. You may be able to see indirectly. You must touch it. Do you think you can see after touching it?!"
He talked a lot.
Even Shen Wei couldn't hear it: "Feng Ke, you are bullying me because I can't see it, right?"
"Does Qiu Che know that you bully me?"
Feng Ke continued: "What if you wipe out the medicinal properties..."
Discussing the scene at cross purposes.
You talk yours and I talk mine, with one voice low and one high, and it's very noisy for a while.
Ying Jingjue: “…”
He coughed against his lips.
It seemed like he shouldn't be here.
After finally calming down, Lian Shenwei's throat was very tired from talking. He lay on the bed and slowly drank two sips of water. Feng Ke pushed him into the quilt with a cold face.
He put the green medicine bottle away again and waited for Lian Shenwei's breathing to calm down before going out with Ying Jingjue.
After they left, the young man, who seemed to have fallen asleep, suddenly began to breathe weaker and gasped uncomfortably for a while.
Lian Shenwei covered his lips and coughed. After calming down, he closed his eyes blankly and endured the pain that spread throughout his body.
Bear with me for a while.
It will only take a moment.
According to the time he calculated in his mind, it was February when dawn came. He had not asked anyone to watch over him here all night for several days.
He waited for many days, and finally it was February.
In the past, he went to bed at a very fixed time. Lian Shenwei counted the time in his heart, every minute and every second. During this time, he even felt five or six times that someone came over, either holding his pulse or checking his breathing, and after making sure that he was fine, they left again.
In the darkness of the night, every moment is stretched by nothingness.
Feng Ke is sometimes very smart, for example, he was the one who discovered that he was secretly coughing up blood. And sometimes he is very stupid, for example, he didn't even notice that there was a missing pill in his medicine bottle.
The pill that allowed him to see for a short period of time was now placed under his pillow.
Although his internal strength may have been wasted, some of the martial arts skills he learned in his youth are still there, and he can steal things even if he can't see.
When the faint light from outside the window came in, Lian Shenwei slowly sat up from the bed.
He fumbled for the pill and swallowed it. After waiting for a moment, there was still nothing in front of him. Perhaps it took time for the drug to take effect.
The young man got out of bed and slowly put on his clothes.
It was white, with a little ink painting on the corners and silver thread edging, comfortable and exquisite. He put on a thick black fox cloak and slowly opened the door before Tiannan and Ming Cang came in to serve him.
A gust of wind blew in my face, and I felt a cool sensation on my face.
Why has it become so cold in Jinling in February? Is the weather turning cold again?
Lian Shenwei thought so, then walked out. He stroked the railings along the way with his palms, moving inch by inch.
He grew up in Fudu Villa and was familiar with where every corner led to when he walked out of his bedroom.
The sky was getting light.
The bells on the eaves swayed gently, occasionally emitting ethereal and distant sounds.
The white-haired young man walked step by step through the long corridor, through the turning hall, brushed aside the bamboo curtain, and walked slowly forward, just like a banished immortal walking into a landscape painting.
A light snow began to fall from the sky.
White, light snowflakes fell everywhere.
The snowflakes were getting bigger and bigger, and I could feel the snowflakes melting on my fingertips.
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