"Who are you."
Qiu Che said: "You still owe me a competition. Until I beat you, you are the winner."
Hearing the word "owe", Lian Shenwei narrowed his eyes, and after a moment, he raised his hand to take the sword.
The white undergarment slipped down a bit as he moved, and the bruises on the back of his right hand and the several sharp scratches on his forearm were particularly eye-catching.
There is no sword cocoon on this hand anymore, the wrist is thin and the wrist bone is protruding.
The moment he grasped the sword, Qiu Che loosened his grip. Lian Shenwei subconsciously exerted force, but his tendons suddenly ached sharply. His grip loosened, and the Cangshan Sword fell straight on his legs covered with a quilt.
"……Feel sorry."
Lian Shenwei quickly came back to his senses, "I just woke up, I don't have any strength."
Whether it was out of the debt he owed Qiu Cheng for dying in his place, or because he and Qiu Che once had a mutual understanding, a relationship that was half rival and half close friend, he did not want Qiu Che to know his current situation, and certainly did not want to see pity and sympathy in his eyes.
Lian Shenwei covered his right hand, coughed a few times, and moved the Cangshan Sword to the inside of the bed.
Qiu Che had been frowning since he came in. "Why did your body become like this?"
Even if he was poisoned, he wouldn't become so thin all of a sudden.
Lian Shen smiled and said, "It's nothing. Just think of me as someone who hasn't eaten well in recent years."
Qiu Che was silent for a moment, then sat on a chair beside him. "The Regent of the Great Sheng Dynasty, is the food so bad?"
Lian Shen smiled faintly and looked at the candle.
Ming Candle: "I did not tell him your identity."
Qiu Che: “I know it myself.”
"There are many people outside holding your portrait and looking for you. This should be the order of the Lord of the East Palace. I looked at the portrait. Although it has changed a little from the past, people who are familiar with you can recognize it at a glance."
Qiu Che hadn't spoken so much at once in many years, and paused for a moment.
Before he found Ximian, he met the prince. The prince admitted that it was Ximian who saved him, but he obviously didn't know that Ximian and the Regent were the same person.
Qiu Che: "I guess you hid your identity and saved the prince because you didn't want him to know that you were the Regent. Fortunately, you never revealed your true face when you were traveling around the world, otherwise you would definitely not be able to hide your identity in Jinling."
Few people know that Ximian is the second young master of Fudu Villa who never sees outsiders. He himself is one of them. Besides him, the only ones who know this identity and are still alive are Uncle Feng and Feng Ke.
He didn't understand the rest.
Lian Shenwei frowned, "Ming Cang, is my token still with you?"
Ming Candle nodded: "Yes."
She kept the ring very well.
"Take it and find the people sent by the prince here, and tell them to put the portrait away immediately, and say that I am safe and there is no need to look for it anymore."
"And tell them you're here?"
Lian Shenwei shook his head. "You just said that I was stabbed by an assassin and I am recovering now. I will go back when I leave Nanjing."
It's not a good thing that so many people are looking for his portrait.
Almost everyone who knew his past is no longer alive, and his appearance is slightly different now than when he was young. However, if someone were to recognize him and the Northern Barbarians behind the scenes found out, there would probably be another disturbance.
"I understand. I will be back as soon as possible. The porridge is on the table. Remember to drink it."
After Mingzhu gave the instructions, he left. There were only two of them left in the room.
Lian Shenwei sighed silently, gathered some strength, and sat up straight, saying to Qiu Che: "Now that you know, just ask whatever you want to ask."
Qiu Che: "Your body..."
Lian Shenwei didn't want to talk more: "I'm in good health."
Qiu Che paused: "How did you get involved with the royal family?"
Because of his ancestors, he had no good feelings towards the imperial court. He remembered that Ximian was also not interested in the imperial court. When he was looking for someone these years, he always looked for someone far away from the imperial court. He never expected that he would miss the chance.
The pursuit of Dao Yueliu was for revenge. Now Ximian is in the royal family. Could it be that the events of Fudu Villa are related to the royal family?
Apart from this, he could not think of any other reason.
It is said that the Regent is extremely powerful and should be incompatible with the little prince, but Ximian went to great lengths to save the little prince. This is not in line with Ximian's temperament.
If it is really related to the massacre at Fudu Villa, then it is related to Qiu Cheng. He is not a curious person, and since it concerns his brother, he must get to the bottom of it.
Lian Shenwei: "Prince Jingjue... He is my elder sister's child, the only relative I have in the world."
“But he doesn’t know my identity.”
Qiu Che did have the right to know about this matter, and Lian Shenwei was not worried that he would tell others about it, so he briefly explained the relationship between him and Jing Jue.
“No wonder.”
Lian Shenwei was curious: "What's the wonder?"
"He doesn't like you. You were missing, so he only left some people to look for you and took the others to Jinling. He didn't care whether you lived or died."
Lian Shenwei said: "I don't care. He can only kill me at most. But if that day comes, it will mean that he has become a qualified emperor. I can let go and return to the martial arts world."
When everything was settled and he recovered, he built a bamboo house in a bamboo forest not far from the villa and retired completely.
Qiu Che thought for a moment and said, "That child vaguely looks like you."
The nephew resembles his uncle.
"real?"
"Um."
Lian Shenwei was delighted to hear this, and coughed a few times, with a pure smile in his eyes: "He doesn't look much like my sister."
Qiu Che looked at him and thought that the little prince was actually a bit like Ximian ten years ago. He could not see any of the vitality he once had in the current Regent of the Great Sheng Dynasty.
He didn't say this, but instead asked, "Tomorrow is June 2nd, are you still going to Fudu Villa?"
Lian Shenwei: "Are you going?"
Qiu Che: "I go there every year to wait for you."
"..." Lian Shenwei opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
He didn't know what kind of mood Qiu Che was in when he went to Fudu Villa, where his brother died.
Qiu Che knew that he didn't hate her, but it was precisely because he didn't hate her that he felt his guilt and debt were irreparable.
In order to prevent someone from discovering his identity, Lian Shenwei has had little contact with Fudu Villa and rarely left the capital in recent years.
The Feng family and those people in the martial arts world who have received favors from the manor help with the worship and sweeping during festivals.
With so much blood on his hands, he had already expelled himself from the Lian family. According to family rules, he was not qualified to personally worship the dead.
"I'm not going, and I can't go."
Lian Shenwei lowered his eyes: "It's hard to even get out of bed, how can I go so far?"
Qiu Che: "If you want to go, I can hire a carriage and take you there."
"You really want to go, why don't you go?"
Lian Shen smiled and shook his head: "I don't miss it very much. It's been ten years, and things and people have changed. It's a sad place. I can't forget it even if I want to."
Qiu Che glanced at him, then stood up, handed him the warm porridge on the table, then turned and left.
Lian Shenwei was stunned while holding the porridge: "Where are you going?"
Qiu Che carried his infinite sword on his back and said without looking back: "Buy the sacrifice for tomorrow."
The porridge in the bowl was just the right temperature. Lian Shenwei scooped it a few times with a spoon and was distracted for a moment.
After a while, he calmly sipped a small spoonful of porridge.
The rice in the porridge was cooked soft and easy to digest. Lian Shenwei had no appetite, but he had previously undergone bloodletting and needed to replenish his nutrition, so he was used to forcing himself to eat.
He suppressed his nausea and ate a few mouthfuls. Suddenly, he covered his lips and coughed. He coughed for a long time, and his lungs were numb from the shock.
He coughed and put down his hand, but there was a little bit of scarlet blood on his palm.
Lian Shenwei was stunned for a moment.
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