Chapter 159 Mosquitoes and Flies
Xue Mansion.
The night is like water, and the clear light is everywhere.
Deep in the courtyard, an old osmanthus tree is in full bloom, and its rich fragrance floats in the slightly cool air, refreshing the heart.
Beside the stone table, a figure sat alone.
Xue Minglan was only casually wearing a thin fur coat. The moonlight outlined his handsome yet slightly sharp profile, making his face look particularly pale, like a fragile jade sculpture.
A very light sound of footsteps came from afar, carrying with it a faint scent of medicine.
Xue Minglan's eyelashes moved slightly, but he did not turn around.
He knew who it was.
Apart from her, who else in this world would dare to step into his Shura field that everyone avoids in the middle of the night?
"Master Xue."
Shen He's voice was as gentle as the moonlight, yet it carried a soothing power.
She gently placed an exquisite white jade porcelain vase on the stone table, her eyes falling on his pale face with a trace of barely perceptible concern.
"This is the medicine newly prepared by Master Chu Yue. It will be good for your internal injuries."
She paused and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.
"The moonlight is so beautiful today."
"Tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival."
"Are you feeling better?"
Xue Minglan then slowly turned his head, and his eyes, which had always been paranoid and crazy, were now stained with a layer of fragile light under the moonlight.
He twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to laugh, but it aroused his internal injuries and he let out a suppressed groan.
"There's He'er caring about me, and there's also Master Chu's medicine..."
His voice was a little hoarse and had a sickly weak tone.
"I can't die."
He smiled self-deprecatingly, but his gaze was like a vine, tightly wrapped around Shen He.
"It's just that my body feels drained of energy. I can't use any strength at all."
That gaze was too intense, too focused, as if it wanted to devour her completely.
Chen He's heart tightened, and she shifted her gaze away imperceptibly, avoiding the heavy love that made her breathless.
Her gaze fell on the cold texture of the stone table, and her tone was calm without a trace of emotion.
"Tomorrow is an important day."
"Some things have been delayed for too long."
"It's time to put an end to it."
Beneath this calmness lies an unquestionable determination, like an undercurrent in the deep sea, about to create a huge wave.
Chen He picked up the small stove beside him and gently pushed the cup of warm ginseng tea in front of Xue Minglan.
The hot steam from the tea rose up, blurring the emotions hidden in her eyes.
Xue Minglan reached out to take the cup of tea.
His fingertips accidentally touched her slightly cold fingers in mid-air.
If you get an electric shock.
Xue Minglan's body trembled violently. That soft touch was like a spark that set the prairie on fire, instantly igniting his dead heart.
He quickly withdrew his hand and tightly grasped the still warm teacup, as if trying to draw out a trace of warmth that did not belong to him.
He raised his eyes, and the fragility in them was replaced by a hint of alertness and confusion, and he revealed a weak smile.
"End it?"
His voice was low and inquiring.
"He'er, what do you want to do?"
Chen He raised her head and met his inquiring gaze.
Under the moonlight, her eyes were clear as water, yet bottomless, as if hiding the sea of stars.
The corners of her lips lifted slightly, revealing a soothing smile, but that smile did not reach her eyes.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to risk my life."
Her voice was soft, but it carried an unquestionable firmness.
"only……"
She paused, her gaze seeming to penetrate the night before her, looking towards the distant, unknown fate.
"Some vines that have been entangled for many years may have a chance to be uprooted tomorrow."
Xue Minglan's heart sank suddenly, and the fingers holding the teacup tightened unconsciously, and the knuckles turned white.
Uproot?
She said it lightly, but he knew that every one of those vines entwined in the shadows was connected to flesh and blood. If he was not careful, he would be doomed!
Shen He seemed to see through his worry and turned his gaze back to him.
Her fingers gently rested on the back of his hand, which was tightly gripping the teacup.
Just a little bit like a dragonfly skimming the water.
The touch was like a warm current that flowed along his cold skin and instantly into every part of his body.
"Actually, what I hope most is that after tomorrow, you can truly...relax."
Xue Minglan's body froze.
He slowly lowered his eyelids, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, covering the emotions surging in his eyes.
"easy?"
He murmured softly, his voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper, and filled with an indissoluble sense of self-mockery.
"I have a heavy heart and chains on my back, and I don't know what it's like to feel relaxed."
In this world, she is the only one who dares to mention the word "easy" in front of him.
Only she knew what kind of blood feud and humiliation he carried under his dandy appearance.
"I know."
Shen He's voice was still calm, but it carried a power that penetrated people's hearts.
She did not withdraw her hand, and that little bit of warmth seemed to silently tell him - you are not alone.
"So Minglan, listen to me. No matter what happens tomorrow, I hope you understand that I have no intention of hurting you. I also hope that you can face the future well."
Xue Minglan raised his head involuntarily and met her gaze.
What kind of eyes are those!
Clear and sharp, as if it can see through all the fog, and it carries a strange and inspiring power.
"As long as I have you, I can face the future well."
Chen He smiled and didn't respond to his words. Suddenly, the tone changed and his voice became sharp.
"Also, there will be a palace banquet tomorrow. There will be many people and it's hard to predict what will happen."
"When the wind blows, when chaos arises..."
She lowered her voice even more, and every word was like a chess piece, landing precisely on Xue Minglan's heart.
"Some 'flies' lurking in dark corners, sucking the blood of others..."
When she mentioned the word "mosquitoes and flies", her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, like a wisp of smoke that was about to dissipate.
But her eyes suddenly became as sharp as a knife, with a pointed meaning.
"Maybe... it should just be snapped up."
boom!
Xue Minglan's pupils suddenly shrank into the most dangerous needle tips at this moment!
A chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making the blood in his body seem to freeze!
Mosquitoes and flies?
Sucking other people's blood?
Cloud sleeves!
That woman who was like a thorn in his side, representing all his humiliation and shackles!
He clenched his fists violently, his nails digging deep into his palms, and a hint of blood spread between his lips and teeth.
It turns out...she knows everything!
Not only did she know his injuries and pain, she even knew his deepest and most unbearable secrets!
He stared at Chen He intently, a storm suddenly rising in his paranoid eyes, filled with shock, ecstasy, and murderous intent.
"He'er..."
His voice was hoarse, as if the two words were squeezed out from the depths of his throat.
"you……"
He wanted to ask, what do you want to do?
He wanted to ask, what should I do?
Shen He just looked at him quietly, as if waiting for his decision.
She gave him the trigger, the spark.
As for how the fire would burn and who it would burn towards, she left the choice in his hands.
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