Chapter 139: Too much joy leads to sorrow!
Colorful flags fluttered in the amusement park, and cheerful music filled the air. Lan Sizhui, like a bird just out of its cage, held Wei Wuxian's hand and looked around excitedly.
"Daddy! Let's go ride the roller coaster!"
"And there's a carousel! I want to ride it with Daddy!"
Wei Wuxian was pulled along by him, his eyes beaming with joy, his usual frailty invisible. Before setting off, he had secretly taken medicine, and now his spiritual energy surged through his body, temporarily suppressing any discomfort. He just wanted to have a good time with Sizhui.
“Okay, I’ll do as you say!” Wei Wuxian ruffled Sizhui’s hair, then turned to Lan Wangji and shouted, “Lan Zhan, hurry up and follow me!”
Lan Wangji, camera in hand, hurried after them. Watching the father and son running ahead, tenderness in his eyes practically overflowed. He raised his camera and snapped a picture of Wei Wuxian's smiling face as he turned back—the sun shone on his face, a smile so bright it blinded him, as if all his pain had been an illusion.
The roller coaster whizzed past, and the screams of Wei Wuxian and Sizhui mixed together, carrying the joy of release; on the carousel, Wei Wuxian accompanied Sizhui in the pumpkin carriage, gently swaying with the music, and Lan Wangji stood below, capturing the moment when they smiled at each other; in the haunted house, Sizhui was so scared that he tightly grasped the corner of Wei Wuxian's clothes, but Wei Wuxian deliberately imitated the screams of a ghost to tease him, which drew a string of surprised and happy laughter.
They also took a family photo. With the colorful castle in the background, Wei Wuxian sat in the center, Lan Wangji embracing his shoulders on his left, and Sizhui leaning against him on his right. As the photographer pressed the shutter, Wei Wuxian smiled extra hard, as if to freeze this moment of happiness forever in the camera.
Not until the sun set did Si Zhui reluctantly let them pull him away. On the way back, the child leaned against the back seat, hugging the doll he had won that day, and soon fell asleep with a satisfied smile on his face.
Wei Wuxian leaned back in the passenger seat, watching the night scene pass by outside the window. The smile on his face gradually faded, and a trace of fatigue crept into his eyes. The effect of the drug began to wear off, and a faint tingling sensation spread deep within his body, as if countless needles were slowly pricking him.
"Tired?" Lan Wangji's voice came from the side, full of concern.
“Not bad.” Wei WuXian smiled, trying to hide his feelings, “Just a little sleepy.”
Lan Wangji didn't ask any more questions, but just quietly slowed down the car, freed one hand, and gently held his hand.
After returning home and settling Sizhui down, the two of them returned to their room. As soon as they closed the door, the color drained from Wei Wuxian's face. He clutched his abdomen, groaned, and his body slumped uncontrollably downward.
"Wei Ying!" Lan Wangji quickly supported him, only to find that his hands were frighteningly cold.
“It hurts…” Wei Wuxian’s voice was broken and weak, and his forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat. “Lan Zhan… It hurts so much…”
The pain was more intense than any before, like countless knives stabbing at his body, like being burned by a raging fire, even the cracks between his bones tingled with agony. He curled up in Lan Wangji's arms, his body shaking like a leaf in the wind, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.
"I'm going to find Xie Lian!" Lan Wangji panicked and reached out to grab his phone.
“It’s useless…” Wei WuXian grabbed his hand, his nails almost digging into his flesh. “The medicine… the medicine can’t suppress it anymore…”
He could feel the spiritual energy in his body running wildly, his meridians seemed to be torn apart, and every breath was accompanied by heart-wrenching pain.
Lan Wangji felt so distressed watching him suffer that he almost suffocated. He suddenly remembered the jade pendant Wei Wuxian always wore close to his body—Jun Wu had said that if he couldn't hold on any longer, he should crush it.
Without the slightest hesitation, Lan Wangji reached out and pulled the jade pendant from Wei Wuxian's neck, squeezing it hard!
With a "crack", the jade pendant shattered, and a soft golden light rose from the fragments and shot straight into the sky.
At the same time, in the Golden Palace of the Heavenly Palace, Jun Wu, who was reviewing memorials, suddenly looked up with a stern look in his eyes.
It was Ah Xian's spiritual energy fluctuation! And... it was so chaotic and weak!
"Ah Xian!"
Almost at the moment the golden light appeared, Jun Wu's figure disappeared in the hall.
The next second, he appeared in the room of Yunshen Pavilion.
Seeing Wei Wuxian curled up in Lan Wangji's arms, almost unconscious in pain, Jun Wu's face instantly turned ashen, and the air pressure around him dropped frighteningly.
"What's going on?!"
Lan Wangji looked up and saw Jun Wu suddenly appear. It was as if he had seen a savior. His voice trembled: "He...his old injury has flared up. It hurts so much. The medicine is no longer effective!"
Jun Wu quickly stepped forward, reached out and pressed Wei Wuxian's back, and a powerful yet gentle spiritual power was continuously injected into his body, trying to suppress the violent pain.
Feeling the familiar spiritual power, Wei Wuxian's trembling eased a little. He opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Jun Wu's anxious face. His lips moved, but only a faint moan came out.
"Don't be afraid, Daddy is here." Jun Wu's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were slightly red. "Daddy will take you back for treatment. The pain will go away soon."
He carefully picked up Wei Wuxian and looked at Lan Wangji: "Follow."
Before he finished speaking, the three figures had disappeared from the room, leaving only jade pendant fragments on the ground and the spiritual energy of the heavenly court lingering in the air.
The moonlight outside the window was still gentle, but it could not shine into the room that was just full of laughter but now empty.
Lan Wangji followed closely behind Jun Wu, looking at the pale Wei Wuxian in his arms, with only one thought in his mind:
We must make him get better.
No matter what the cost.
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