Chapter 47 Crazy Intimacy
She stood up and barely carried the man to the edge of the couch. His hanging sleeves overturned the incense burner on the table.
Amidst the swirling green smoke, the usually gentle face turned a frightening pale blue.
Chu Yangyang pulled a soft pillow under his neck and suddenly felt a tightness around her wrist.
Luo Xifeng grabbed her sleeve in a coma, with such force that his knuckles turned white, like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood.
She froze, not daring to move, until she heard him mutter, "Mother, Feng'er's body hurts."
She looked at him intently and found that there were tears in the corners of his eyes, and his face was as pale as snow, as if his life was in imminent danger.
Nothing can happen to the male protagonist.
Chu Yangyang was extremely anxious, she didn't want the person to die and the book to collapse!
She decisively walked to the table and grabbed the dagger.
The sound of the blade breaking through the skin was very light.
Chu Yangyang didn't close her eyes this time. The blade cut along the old scar neatly, and blood beads formed a red line and fell into the porcelain bowl.
Luo Xifeng opened his eyes in severe pain and saw her taut jawline. The girl who had been giving him an injection with her hands shaking like a sieve due to nervousness, was now slashing with the knife as bravely as a soldier rushing to the battlefield.
In a trance, the bowl of blood was already handed to his lips. He instinctively turned his head to avoid it, but her bloody fingertips pinched his jaw.
The moment the smell of blood filled his mouth, he saw that the wound on her wrist was still bleeding, and the bright red soaked through her pomegranate-colored sleeves, which was even more glaring than her wedding dress.
"Luo Xifeng, drink it quickly, and you won't die if you drink it." Her voice was hoarse, her eyelashes were stuck together by cold sweat, but there was a scorching light in her eyes.
Luo Xifeng tasted the sweet taste of rust as his Adam's apple rolled.
The pain in my body gradually faded away, and the scene in front of me became clearer.
He looked at her clumsily wrapping the gauze, and suddenly felt his heart more suffocated than when the poison took effect.
She gasped in pain as she bandaged her wound, but she straightened her back immediately when his eyes swept over her. Seeing that he woke up, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Then she forced a smug look on her pale face, "Luo Xifeng, why are you so arrogant? Your medical skills are so poor that you still have to rely on my blood to save you."
Luo Xifeng lowered her eyelashes. The twisted white cloth knot on her wrist was like a rusty chain, tightly strangling something that was about to burst out in her chest.
He finally spoke in a hoarse voice, "When I recover, I will help you heal your wound."
Chu Yangyang was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the white cloth she had tied. It was indeed a bit rough and shabby. "Thank you in advance."
For the first time, Chu Yangyang realized that her blood was a miraculous medicine. Luo Xifeng was full of energy after only half a day's rest, and there was no trace of his previous weakness.
Luo Xifeng left early in the morning and he was not seen for three consecutive days.
Chu Yangyang's wounds were healing well. She said to Miao Yun, "Let's go to Zhao Yi's residence to see if there are any clues?"
The lead-gray clouds, like cotton wool soaked in ink, pressed heavily against the charred eaves.
Chu Yangyang stepped on the charred rubble with her gilded brocade shoes. She picked up a wooden stick and rummaged through the remains on the ground.
Miao Yun looked up at the sky and tugged at her sleeve, "Princess, it's going to rain."
Just at this moment, raindrops fell, floating on Chu Yangyang's shoulders.
She seemed not to feel the falling raindrops and buried her head in searching carefully.
The wooden stick suddenly hit a hard object. Chu Yangyang brushed away the charcoal ash and found a thumb-sized red gold ingot shining coldly in the rain.
Chu Yangyang bent down to pick it up, then wiped the surface with a handkerchief. A five-clawed dragon pattern was coiled among the auspicious clouds.
She remembered that this pattern was mentioned in the original book. It was a unique engraving method used by the Imperial Household Department. Even the prince's golden seal was missing two scales.
This small gold ingot actually has six scales on it. The person who gave it to me must be from a prominent family.
"It seems that there is someone more noble than the prince." She squeezed the gold ingot until it became hot, and the raindrops were cut off by the ink-black cloak.
Luo Xifeng stood on the ruins at some point, with water droplets flowing down the tassels of the silver needle bag, like twelve poisoned daggers hanging there.
"Did the princess pick up a Yama invitation?" He stared at Chu Yangyang and chuckled, but there was ice in his eyes.
The rain blurred his usual gentle mask, revealing the dark white complexion beneath the skin.
The ink-black cloak was wrapped in the lingering night dew, and the usually gentle eyebrows were covered with a layer of frost.
The pair of eyes that once smiled as she gave acupuncture were now filled with darkness, as if they would break her neck at any moment.
The description of him strangling his enemy to death in the original book revolved in her mind, with the same terrifyingly calm expression.
Also, she hadn't felt such a strong murderous aura for a long time.
Chu Yangyang unconsciously took two steps back and suddenly bumped into a charred beam.
Luo Xifeng approached step by step.
Only then did she see clearly that there was a gentle smile on the corners of his lips, but there was an unmeltable blood-red frost in his eyes. When his wet hair fell, it covered half of his pale face, like a Shura lifting a mask of mercy.
Chu Yangyang suddenly felt that the falling raindrops seemed to condense into sharp blades hanging at her throat, hitting her face and causing pain.
Her voice trembled, "Luo Xifeng, where have you been these days? I can't see you anymore. Did you drink the blood I sent you?"
Luo Xifeng did not answer. Fine raindrops fell on half of his face, and the corners of his originally smiling lips were stretched into knife blades. The moment he raised his hand, it seemed as if the clear light was split into countless poisonous ice spikes.
Chu Yangyang suddenly closed her eyes, and his icy oppressive feeling suddenly approached her whole body.
His cold words echoed in my ears, "Chu Yangyang, I'll ask you one last time, why did you come to see Zhao Yi?"
Her heart skipped a beat, and Chu Yangyang lowered her head to think that Luo Xifeng must not know about Zhao Yiyi's matter. She had already found out the doubts and would soon know more of the truth.
Just as she thought of this, Chu Yangyang looked up at him and said, "I...just happened to see him being beaten on the street, and I got to know him because I wanted to help him. Later, he asked me to come over, and I don't know what happened."
Luo Xifeng's eyebrows darkened, the knuckles of his fingers hanging at his sides suddenly turned white, and the smile on his lips froze into ice. "Chu Yangyang, it seems like a dog will always eat shit. He's a rotten person at heart, how can you expect him to change for the better?"
When he said the word "rotten", it was covered with blood foam, as if it was picked out of his throat with a silver needle.
Chu Yangyang was startled and then leaned back, hitting the back of her neck against the protruding iron nails on the charred wood, causing her to gasp in pain.
She lowered her eyes and saw the moonlight shattered into cold rays at his fingertips, and he suddenly raised his hand.
She instinctively raised her hand to block it, but he grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back.
The fragrance of medicine mixed with the smell of blood filled her nose, and she realized that his left arm was wrapped in a bloody white cloth. She didn't know where he was injured.
"Luo Xifeng, are you hurt?" She regretted the moment she said it. This concern came at an inappropriate time.
Luo Xifeng's pupils trembled slightly. He leaned forward, his wet hair brushing across her trembling eyelids. "It's time for your Chu family to pay the price..."
The sleeves of his clothes, soaked by the heavy rain, clung to his skin, and she could clearly feel his pulse beating abnormally fast.
Just as he was about to speak, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck.
The last thing that caught my eye was his taut jawline and the raindrops hanging at the corners of his eyes, about to fall.
Miao Yun's exclamation and the thunder exploded at the same time, and then stopped abruptly at the same time...
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