Nothing would go wrong with Lian Shenwei's body if he lost that bottle of blood.

Feng Ke hurriedly stopped the bleeding for him, and only after the two of them returned to the Regent's Palace did he apply medicine again.

This shallow cut didn't even count as a wound in Lian Shenwei's eyes.

Whether to save the people or not, in the end, still depends on Feng Ke. Although Lian Shenwei is worried, he still listens to his advice.

These few days will test Li Ningfeng's character.

Lian Shenwei: "Just as you said, if he still wants to die and gives up after half a month, then I will use the long-term treatment method you mentioned."

Feng Ke: "Then don't feel bad. I'll use your blood for external application. It will suppress the blood-melting parasite for half a month. During this half month, the pain will be doubled."

Lian Shenwei nodded.

"I see."

If he can't even bear this little pain, then it's really not worth it for him to pay such a high price to save him.

Although it would be better if Li Ning Feng Kang recovered as soon as possible, the fact that he has become what he is now is obviously due to the tricks of the Northern Barbarians.

Now Li Ningfeng is staying at home claiming to be ill, but the issue of his leg may not be kept secret. If the border gets wind of it, there will be chaos.

He needed someone who could step up and stabilize the situation if something happened on the border.

Lian Shenwei stroked the bandaged wound on his forearm. After a moment, he took out a green Dongxiao from the bookshelf, walked to the window, put it to his lips, and blew it gently.

There is a hanging moon in the night sky, bamboo leaves rustle, and the sound of the flute is leisurely.

The sound of the flute seemed to be wrapped in the mist and rain of Jinling. As the whip was swung and the strings were stomped, the young man leaned against the attic with a sword in his arms, his clothes fluttering in the wind. When he raised his eyes, he saw the clear breeze and the bright moon.

The knight travels thousands of miles.

Feng Ke recognized the song immediately.

He glanced sideways at his childhood friend who was quietly playing the flute by the window. Sparse bamboo shadows fell on the window sill, and the sound of the wind seemed to be reminiscing.

Almost ten years ago...

Lian Shenwei had been hiding from someone for nearly ten years, and he hadn't heard this song for almost ten years.

Feng Ke suddenly whispered, "I still say the same thing. The person you feel you owe has never blamed you. If that person hears this song, he will be very happy."

The young man said nothing.

The world is vast, and the sound of his flute is ultimately trapped in a corner. Now, if he blows it to the breeze, can one or two notes be blown to the rivers, lakes, and seas outside the imperial city?

at dawn.

The young Chu Jun fell into a deep and confused dream.

In the dream, he was still very small, running around in an elegant pavilion or waterside terrace.

A gentle and graceful figure stood in the mist, holding a basket and waving at him, her words mixed with some endearing slang: "Be good, Dumpling, little Dumpling, come eat."

He happily rushed towards the figure.

Before she could pounce on him, he was grabbed by the collar and lifted up. Ying Jingjue raised his head with great effort, but he could not see the face of the woman or the person who was lifting him.

He struggled in his dreams, breathing hard as if he was drowning.

The person holding him spoke, seeming to be disgusted with the limp little brat in his hands, with a clear voice that only teenagers have: "Sister, you and your brother-in-law are both good-looking, and my uncle is not bad either, right? Why is this guy so, um... well, I won't say anything more."

Ying Jingjue was so angry that he was waving his arms and swearing, but he couldn't hear what he was saying.

After he finished scolding her, he started to cry like a loser. The young man panicked and said, "Ah, sister! Comfort her!"

The gentle female voice laughed happily, and walked away: "You coax her, and then we can go eat together, run less outside, look at you, if I count carefully, I haven't seen you for three months."

"Sister..."

After a while, there was no more movement. The boy held him with a sad face and flew around for several circles. Ying Jingjue felt it was extremely exciting. The three or four-year-old child covered his dirty face with his hands and opened his eyes wide, having long forgotten how to cry.

"My dear nephew, is it fun? I will teach you how to fly. Can you call me uncle?"

He was very happy to be coaxed, and he kissed the boy on the face, hugged the boy, and said stickyly: "Uncle is the best~"

The dream was filled with fog. He tried hard to see the face of the person holding him, but he couldn't see it clearly.

"Your Highness?"

"Your Highness, wake up!"

"Your Highness? Your Highness?"

Ying Jingjue suddenly opened his eyes, his heart was beating fast, and his eardrums were beating so fast that he felt nervous. He subconsciously wiped his forehead and wiped away cold sweat on his hands.

When I looked outside again, it was already bright day.

Xiao Zhizi cried out, "Your Highness, what happened to you? Are you in a nightmare?"

Ying Jingjue was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "It seems... I had a dream."

There was a thick fog in his dream, but he had completely forgotten what happened in the dream the moment he woke up.

He quickly pulled himself out of that inexplicably depressed mood. He slept in the Loyalty Marquis's Mansion yesterday, and after cleaning up, Ying Jingjue went to Li Ningfeng's room.

The imperial physician was already waiting.

Li Ningfeng was awakened by the pain. For some reason, his leg, which had been less painful after taking medicine yesterday, was in so much pain today that it felt like his bones were being crushed.

Not to mention taking medicine, he couldn't even utter a word now.

He had lost so much blood, but his face was flushed, obviously because he had a fever. The air was filled with the smell of rotting flesh and blood, which was pungent and strong, making people nauseous.

Ying Jingjue: "Why does it look more serious today?"

The doctor hesitated: "I don't know. The medicine is the same as yesterday. You shouldn't feel any pain. Maybe, maybe you can cut it off soon..."

Li Ningfeng opened his eyes reluctantly and said stubbornly, "No."

The sun shone in from outside. As the spring deepened, the imperial physician's palms began to sweat. He said nervously, "It's still quite cold today. The young marquis's leg wound has been festering repeatedly, and pus and blood are flowing out. But it's still under control."

"But if summer comes, there will be more mosquitoes on your legs... By then, whether you can accept it is one thing, but whether you can live until summer is another."

The imperial physician made his words very clear, and Li Ningfeng did not start talking, silently refusing.

Ying Jing decided: "You must reduce the pain in Ning Feng's legs. Keep him as long as possible. I will tell my father and let you take turns to stay in the Marquis' Mansion to take care of him."

Imperial Physician: “That’s as it should be.”

Li Ningfeng: "No need."

Ying Jingjue was surprised: "What's wrong?"

The imperial physician withdrew with great tact.

"You are now in better condition in the capital. If my current condition gets out, it will be very disadvantageous to you," Li Ningfeng whispered. "The imperial doctors take turns staying in the mansion. People will only think that my injury is very serious. If they all leave, no one will keep an eye on me."

Ying Jingjue: "What time is it that you are still considering this?"

His tone sank, "Nothing is more important than your life now!"

Li Ningfeng opened his mouth for a long time, then said in a hoarse voice: "Don't let the doctor tell father that Ma Fei San is no longer effective. Just say that I used the medicine and it doesn't hurt that much."

Perhaps because he was too weak, he did not notice someone coming outside.

Ying Jingjue glanced at the hem of his python robe and sighed inwardly, "Yes, I won't tell the old marquis."

The Marquis of Loyalty stood outside for a long while. After a while, he took out the mat from the servant's plate next to him, tied it clumsily around the sole of his right iron leg, made sure it landed soundlessly, then turned and left.

After a while, the boy came back, pulled out a piece of mat and put it under Lian Ningfeng's battered legs.

Li Ning closed his eyes.

He clenched his hands for a long time, then suddenly released them.

The Nan'an fraud case came to an end, the tainted money was found, and Ying Jingjue did not mention that he had noticed Lian Shenwei's manipulation.

He knew that he couldn't defeat Lian Shenwei now, so he simply turned all his emotions into a sharp blade and hid it, waiting until he could make a move and then kill him with one blow.

When he reported the matter, he also connected the assassination attempt on the night when the dirty money was found with the injury of Li Ningfeng, and asked the imperial physician to treat Li Ningfeng in a nonchalant manner, as if the injury was not serious.

Not only that, Ying Jingjue also plotted against the third prince openly and secretly.

Emperor Jingcheng knew the inside story and felt that Ying Jingjue had grown a lot, so he sent the imperial physician to treat him openly and, under the pretext of rewarding him, he once again gave the young crown prince some real power.

The matter of investigating Li Ningfeng's meridian internal strength was taken over by Ying Jingjue himself, and the court affairs could not be transmitted to the Marquis' Mansion for the time being.

Feng Ke said it was a test, and that was a real test. Illness is never the most torturous thing. The most torturous thing is the feeling of powerlessness in the pain.

He watched his vitality fade away bit by bit, being eroded by decay and darkness day and night, with the omnipresent aura of death lingering in his bones and blood.

Sometimes, illusory hope is more tormenting than endless despair.

As the days passed, Li Ningfeng had never felt that time was so long. His legs were completely unable to move, and he could even clearly feel that the internal strength in his meridians was slowly dissipating.

His realm dropped very quickly, from the peak of Tianheng Realm at the beginning, almost falling to Kaiyang Realm.

He experienced the feeling of watching himself become a useless person.

Life is worse than death.

For a proud man, this was like breaking his spine and forcing him to crawl on the ground like a worm.

Father, Jingjue... many people wanted to pull him up, but he became more and more drowsy day by day.

When people are in desperate situations, they will have many dark emotions. These dark emotions made him feel disgusted with himself. Li Ningfeng began to stop eating and talking.

In just ten days, he became emaciated and looked like a dying old man.

That day, he received a letter.

He sent it to Master a dozen days ago.

It was brought by the old marquis: "This letter was delivered a few days ago, but I forgot about it because I was worried about you. I just remembered it today."

After he left, Li Ningfeng struggled to open the envelope.

The handwriting on it is still the same, except for one or two difficult characters whose strokes are slightly shaky.

This has never happened before.

The master should be a swordsman. A swordsman's hands are always steady. But the tip of his pen is shaking slightly. Is he injured or sick?

The letter answered his questions in a concise and gentle manner, but at the end it added one more sentence: [Life and death are determined by fate, and even if you live as a mayfly in the world, you will have lived a life without regrets. Your teacher is in good health and does not need any supplements to boost your yang.]

Li Ningfeng curled his lips inexplicably.

He just had the habit of saving a portion of any good things for his master.

Life and death are determined by fate, and the world of mayflies is also a life without regrets...

He recited this sentence silently.

He was a brave and unyielding general, as proud as ever for nineteen years. He had been a young general galloping on the battlefield. He had once sworn, looking at the snowfields and the barren grass, that he would rather die a glorious death than live a cowardly life.

He didn't want to cut off his legs and be trapped in a corner for the rest of his life. If he was really destined to die, every day before his death would be a few days left for him in this world.

Li Ningfeng's eyes were slightly moist, and he said in a hoarse voice: "...someone come!"

The servant outside came in quickly.

Li Ningfeng said, "Tell my father that I want to have dinner with him."

The next day, when Lian Shenwei came back from court, he heard Ming Cang tell him that the young marquis had cheered up.

Ming Cang was good at keeping secrets, and had been keeping watch on the mansion for him for the past few days, focusing on observing whether there were any suspicious people. Of course, he also silently memorized Li Ningfeng's every move.

Lian Shenwei changed his clothes and said with a smile, "Feng Ke, are you satisfied?"

"..." Feng Ke said coldly, "As long as you are satisfied, it's none of your business."

Knowing that he couldn't stop Lian Shenwei, he took advantage of the past few days to research three prescriptions. One was for the kid named Li, and the other he would grind into pills, remove the ingredients, and use it to replenish Lian Shenwei's blood.

The last picture is a medicine that can make Lian Shenwei bleed less.

However, there are some side effects, and the strong guy will inevitably suffer a little.

Lian Shenwei: "When does it start?"

"Come on," Feng Ke said, calming down a lot. "You have to have a legitimate reason to be in such a hurry to reincarnate. You have to give me a legitimate identity. Otherwise, why would people trust me?"

There are countless people in the martial arts world looking for the heir of the Feng family. He cannot appear here under the name of the Feng family. Firstly, it is because he feels it is troublesome, and secondly, it is because of Lian Shenwei.

In his early years, Lian Shenwei traveled around the world, and although he often covered his face with a martial arts hat, he could not guarantee that he would not attract some old friends from the world. It would be really fun if he was discovered.

Lian Shenwei: "Don't worry, he will believe you."

Another five days passed.

A strange man wearing a wooden mask came to the Mansion of Marquis Zhongyi, claiming to be a friend of the young marquis's master and came to deliver a letter.

Li Ningfeng read the letter, which contained only two sentences:

[I know your current situation. Fu Biao is a friend of my teacher and has excellent medical skills. Maybe you can give it a try. Ling, Fu Biao has a strange personality, and you should go along with his wishes.]

After reading the letter, Li Ningfeng had already believed it for the most part. He raised his eyes and said, "You..."

Feng Ke glanced at him coldly and said, "I am Fu Biao."

Fubiao means strong wind.

Scratch you to death, you little bastard.

The old marquis also read the letter and knew that his son had such a master.

Especially the handwriting of Master Ning Feng was very elegant. Every time he saw it, he would be reminded of the letter he received from the chivalrous man in the border area three years ago.

Although there are some differences in their handwriting, they are generally quite similar. Judging from their handwriting and the people themselves, they seem to be upright people.

The old marquis immediately grasped the last straw, "Please ask Mr. Fu Biao to treat him!"

Feng Ke avoided his gift, and abiding by the Feng family's rules, he said coldly: "Uncured patients are not allowed to receive gifts. Old Marquis, please leave first."

The old marquis quickly cleared out a space for him to receive treatment.

Feng Ke was very familiar with Li Ningfeng's leg condition. After carefully checking that there were no other sudden conditions, he carefully took out a can of blood from the wooden box on his back.

The servant fetched a bucket of hot water as he instructed.

The bucket should be deep enough to cover your calves.

Feng Ke sprinkled some herbs in it and said simply: "Soak."

The water was still boiling.

Li Ningfeng didn't hesitate at all. He held on to the edge of the bed with difficulty and put his legs in. His face turned pale in an instant.

Feng Ke took out a small cup of blood from the can and poured the rest into the bucket.

The next second, Li Ningfeng felt his legs being madly bitten by something, and the water in the bucket exuded a strong smell of blood and decay, mixed with the aroma of medicine, and a faint evil aura.

Li Ningfeng looked at the jar in his hand: "What's in it...?"

Feng Ke sneered: "Human blood."

Seeing Li Ningfeng's expression suddenly change, he slowly added: "The blood of the medicine man."

Li Ningfeng: "Medicine man?"

He seemed to have vaguely heard this word somewhere.

"You don't know? Let me explain it to you," Feng Ke said slowly, "This medicine man is a person who is constantly fed poison, given an antidote, and then fed poison again. Their meridians are cut open and some cute little things are placed inside... For those who survive successfully, their blood is the most precious medicine."

"Medicine practitioners are divided into different levels. The one given to you is naturally the best."

In fact, there are medicine men in their Feng family as well. They were all bought. If they don’t buy them, others will. There are even many people who can’t survive and want to be refined into medicine men on their own initiative.

In these families where medicine is passed down from generation to generation, medicine men have other names, such as blood animals and blood slaves. They are not considered human beings and are very lowly.

When Feng Ke first discovered that Lian Shenwei had been turned into a medicine man, one can imagine how furious he was. But later on, he gradually calmed down and stopped thinking about it.

But last night, when he saw Lian Shenwei draining blood into a small jar, his face turned paler and paler. The bit of vitality he had managed to cultivate dissipated in the blink of an eye before it could even last for a few days.

Although he knew that the meaning and purpose were different, Feng Ke couldn't help but think of the scenes of the Feng family's medicine men bleeding.

From the upbringing he received since childhood, this was a form of disrespect for one's own body.

He could not associate such lowly and dirty words as "blood animal" and "blood slave" with the tall and graceful young man who once wielded a sword and played the flute.

Feng Ke couldn't control himself from getting angry. He felt so choked up in his heart that he almost vomited blood.

For some reason, Li Ningfeng heard a hint of anger in the voice of this Mr. Fu Biao.

He remembered where he had heard the term "medicine man". During the reign of Emperor Gaozu, he was obsessed with refining elixirs and kept medicine men, using their blood to make medicine, but it had no effect and the man died suddenly.

This was the first time that Li Ningfeng heard such a detailed explanation from the medicine man. He thought it was extremely cruel, but this was the thing that saved his life, so he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Feng Ke glanced at him and figured out what he was thinking: "Don't let your imagination run wild, and don't ask random questions. If you break the rules of the martial arts world, your master will be in trouble."

Li Ningfeng felt a little sad and stopped thinking about it.

He was sweating profusely, and he said weakly, "Mr. Fu Biao, can my legs be saved?"

Feng Ke: “Yes.”

His tone was so calm that Li Ningfeng was stunned.

The gentleman named Fu Biao stared at him, the sarcasm in his eyes faded away, and his gaze became dark and cold.

Feng Ke: "You must always remember that it was your master who asked me to save you."

Lian Shenwei's current identity is to stand on the opposite side of Li Ningfeng, but he doesn't care about that. What if one day this kid does something to betray his teacher and ancestors and let down his childhood friend?

He was older than Lian Shenwei, and he didn't mind using his status as an uncle to make this kid unable to stand up forever.

Before Li Ningfeng could recover from the news that his leg could be restored, he subconsciously frowned and said solemnly: "Master, I will never forget your kindness!"

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