Chapter 46: The First Time I Feel Unbearable
"Just like you, I received a message from Zhao Yi asking me to go to his home." Luo Xifeng replied.
Chu Yangyang slapped her thigh and said suddenly, "Now it makes sense. This is Zhao Yi's plan. His goal was to commit suicide in order to create the illusion that I killed him. At the same time, he had you come at this time so that you would mistakenly believe that I was the one who killed him."
"What is the purpose of doing this?" Luo Xifeng couldn't understand the logic here.
Chu Yangyang leisurely poured a glass of water on the table, drank it quietly, and then said, "Then you have to ask Zhao Yi. Am I not also a victim?"
"Besides, have you thought about the fire in Zhao Yi's cabin? It was obviously set deliberately. Someone wanted to burn both you and me to death in the cabin. Just think about it, if it was really done by the killers sent by my father, they certainly wouldn't kill me too, right?"
Chu Yangyang's analysis was so reasonable that even Luo Xifeng remained silent and thought about it.
The sunlight shone into the window frame, and the shadows of the trees swayed gently, making Luo Xifeng's face flickering.
His fingers on the edge of the table suddenly curled up, and the celadon teacup jingled.
Chu Yangyang looked up and saw sweat oozing from his forehead, his pale lips pressed into a straight line, and even his breathing became long and suppressed.
"Lord Luo, what's wrong with you?" She put down the teacup and her hand hung in the air.
"No problem."
Luo Xifeng stood up by holding the corner of the table, his moon-white clothes trembling slightly.
But before he could finish his words, he stumbled half a step and bumped his lower back against the carved screen, causing a few petals from the red plum blossom on the desk to fall.
Chu Yangyang suddenly remembered something, and her fingertips unconsciously stroked the raised blue and white patterns on the rim of the cup.
"Luo Xifeng, are you poisoned?"
Chu Yangyang recalled that she had not taken blood from Luo Xifeng to detoxify him for three days.
She ran to the dressing table, opened the drawer, and skillfully took out an exquisite dagger.
She sat back down at the table, took out an empty cup, put her wrist against the rim of the cup, and pretended to cut the winding scar on her wrist with the blade.
She closed her eyes, and every time she was about to cut herself, she couldn't bear to watch it. She was really afraid of the pain.
However, when the tip of the knife was about to touch the skin, it began to tremble.
She took a deep breath and was about to cut hard when she suddenly heard, "Princess..."
She opened her eyes and saw Luo Xifeng's eyes flickering, his gaze fixed on the cold light reflected by the dagger.
His fingertips dug into his cuffs unconsciously, and the hideous scars, like struggling caterpillars, pierced into his eyes.
He could clearly feel her hesitation and fear.
"No need to draw blood." The sound of breath squeezed out of his throat startled Chu Yangyang so much that her wrist hovered in the air, staring at him blankly.
"Why not?" She looked at him in surprise.
The sunlight cast shadows under her trembling eyelashes, and he saw the scars rising and falling with her pulse, like a wriggling centipede, standing out against her fair and smooth skin.
His Adam's apple rolled heavily, and his hand hidden under his wide sleeves was raised half an inch, then suddenly solidified into a stiff arc.
Luo Xifeng finally closed his eyes and turned his head away, "I can suppress the poison with silver needles, so you don't have to cut your blood for now."
Chu Yangyang smiled upon hearing this and slammed the dagger on the table, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? You cut me so hard and it hurt so much."
The sunlight passed over the red plum blossoms on the desk, illuminating the smile lines at the corners of Chu Yangyang's eyes.
Her fingertips tapped the gilded scabbard of the dagger, making a tinkling sound like broken jade.
Luo Xifeng looked at her relaxed brows, and his tense back relaxed a little.
However, he suddenly wrinkled the hem of his moon-white clothes.
The next wave of severe pain came again.
Seeing this, Chu Yangyang immediately stopped smiling and said, "Quickly bring the silver needle over."
She saw that the veins on the back of his hand resting on the table were bulging, his fists were clenched tightly, and his knuckles were white from being pinched, like broken bamboo joints in the snow.
Luo Xifeng was a little slow in taking out the needle bag from the medicine box, and the golden needle cast a slender afterimage in the sunlight.
His fingertips were hovering half an inch above the acupoint, and his breathing was disordered.
Cold sweat slid down his neck into his collar, and the silver needle trembled constantly when it touched his slightly cool skin.
Suddenly, the silver needle stopped trembling.
Luo Xifeng raised his eyes and saw Chu Yangyang's slender fingers tightly pinching the end of the needle.
"I'll help you." Her voice was tighter than a guitar string. "Teach me how to recognize the position."
A vague sound rolled out of Luo Xifeng's throat, and it was unclear whether it was a groan of pain or a sigh of compromise.
"Let's start with Taiyuanxue."
The scent of jasmine from the girl's hair lingered in his nose, and he was forced to look up, watching the golden needle tremble between her fingers and pierce into her skin.
She bit her lower lip every time a needle was inserted, as if she was the one in pain.
"Three points off."
He suddenly spoke, startling her so much that she almost knocked over the needle bag next to her. "I know."
Another sharp pain came. Luo Xifeng endured the pain, his gentle voice seemed to be soaked with gravel, "Guan Yuan acupoint should be further to the right."
The tips of Chu Yangyang's ears turned red in the sunlight, and her fingertips followed his guidance to explore the outline of her ribs.
When the last golden needle sank into the Qihai acupoint, Luo Xifeng's tense neck finally relaxed.
He looked at the dense beads of sweat on the tip of the girl's nose, and remembered how serious and cautious she had just been, as if she was doing something extremely important and treating an extremely important person.
His heart trembled, and he blurted out, "Thank you."
He lowered his eyelashes and looked at his sleeves and her pomegranate skirt overlapping on the ground, like green leaves and red flowers complementing each other in spring.
Chu Yangyang was wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. Upon hearing this, his fingertips paused, and the golden needle fell to the ground, making a clear sound.
Just outside the window, a bird fluttered by, causing the plum blossom's shadow to sway, covering her face, which was flushed from the nervousness of the injection.
She smiled, more beautiful than a peony in spring. "Okay, okay. As long as you don't make me cut your blood to give you to drink, it's just a small favor. I'll help you next time."
The warm sun shines through the window screen, and the loose hair on Chu Yangyang's temples is dyed light gold.
The curve of her lips was gorgeous and eye-catching, and her gentle smile spread from the corners of her eyes to the tips of her eyebrows, like a thawed stream in early spring, flowing over the dry walls of Luo Xifeng's heart.
He looked at the spot of light floating with the dimple of his smile, and suddenly felt that the bitter and fishy smell remaining in his throat was washed away by something warm and soft.
Unconsciously, his lips also curled up into a charming arc.
However, before his smile faded, he suddenly felt a black screen in front of his eyes and fell forward.
Chu Yangyang hurriedly caught him, and felt a damp patch of cold sweat on her palm.
"Miaoyun, come quickly!" she shouted loudly, but no one came to help.
She then remembered that the girl had whispered in her ear when she retreated slyly this morning, "I will not disturb the princess and Lord Luo's world of two."
Miao Yun must be hiding outside the courtyard gate at this moment.
"Luo Xifeng?" She tentatively shook his shoulder, her fingertips trembling from the burning pulse on the side of his neck.
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