The wind was strong at night, carrying the smell of grass and soil. Even though he couldn't see, Hua Manlou knew that a heavy rain was coming. Just as he was about to stand up, the torrential rain poured down. After moving the flowers from the second floor into the house, he went downstairs with an umbrella, but he could faintly smell the stench of blood.
Hua Manlou listened intently and heard intermittent breathing outside the door. He knew the person was seriously injured. Hua Manlou put down his umbrella and followed the sound quickly. The person was leaning against the door, already unconscious. He picked the person up and touched thick blood.
Hua Manlou was a man who loved life. Now that someone was seriously injured, he couldn't help but feel angry, angry at the person who had hurt him, and saddened for the injured person.
If Hua Manlou saw the miserable state of the person in his arms, he would probably be even angrier, because the tendons in the person's hands and feet had been severed, and his white clothes were stained with blood, making him look extremely disheveled.
The sound of rain at night was irritating, and the room was filled with the fragrance of flowers. Hua Manlou, who used to be able to smell the calming fragrance, was now in no mood for it.
He had just been tending to the man's wounds, and the more he treated them, the more alarmed he became, a mixture of shock and anger. He was always kind-hearted, and now seeing this stranger so badly injured and hearing the man's unconscious cries of pain, he wished he could take half of the man's suffering upon himself.
It was late at night when the wound was bandaged and the injury treated. Hua Manlou was alone and it was inconvenient. While treating the injury, he was worried that the person would not be able to hold on. Perhaps it was not his time to die, because the person actually managed to hold on by a thread.
Hua Manlou felt relieved, but fearing that his injuries might worsen in the middle of the night, he rested directly on the soft couch next to the bed so that he could take care of the injured man.
He took care of the man for ten days straight. During this time, the man had intermittent high fevers and vomited blood. Hua Manlou was extremely worried and took even better care of him, giving the stranger the best medicine for his injuries. Finally, the man woke up.
When Yan Liang woke up, he was still a little dazed. He turned over in a daze and cried out in pain, which made him much more awake. The more he recalled, the darker his face became, not only because of those things, but also because of the pain coming from his wound.
When Hua Manlou heard the noise while he was brewing medicine downstairs, he came upstairs to find Yan Liang already on the bed, wincing in pain. Upon seeing Hua Manlou, he immediately composed himself and said in a serious tone, "Thank you for saving my life. My name is Yan Liang. May I ask your name?"
In fact, when he was delirious with fever, he thanked Hua Manlou. He knew that he and Hua Manlou were complete strangers before, and he was very grateful to Hua Manlou for taking care of him.
Yan Liang's voice was hoarse and grating, but Hua Manlou was pleased because Yan Liang's words were still full of energy, which proved that the other party had not given up on himself in his current situation.
“My name is Hua Manlou.” Hua Manlou smiled, then paused. “You have been unconscious for ten days… If you have nowhere to go, you might as well come here to heal your wounds and then make further plans after you have recovered.”
Yan Liang, with his sharp eyes, immediately noticed that Hua Manlou was blind. Looking at the bandages on his own body, he was instantly impressed. He didn't refuse Hua Manlou's suggestion and readily agreed: "I am extremely grateful and will remember this kindness."
Hua Manlou did this without expecting anything in return. Hearing this, he simply smiled and said, "I'll go and prepare your medicine."
Although Yan Liang did not want to trouble him, he was powerless to do so. He could only thank him and watch the kind-hearted young man go downstairs.
Although the other party was blind, Yan Liang found that he could move freely and must have some ability. However, he felt uneasy about troubling him like this. He was currently penniless and Hua Manlou did not seem to be short of money. Yan Liang couldn't help but sigh.
Upon hearing the strained and grating sound of his own sigh, Yan Liang immediately shut up.
He touched his neck, and it stung painfully at the slightest touch. He wondered who had such a deep hatred for the original owner of this body, severing his tendons and ligaments and even attacking his neck, not to mention the numerous sword wounds all over his body.
[Main Mission: Find the murderer who killed the original owner and avenge them.]
The system voice suddenly popped up, and Yan Liang paused in his gentle stroking of the wound on his neck.
The Mindset System is so unreliable; it doesn't even have a name.
This was Yan Liang's first collaboration with the system. Yan Liang, who didn't want to die, and the system, who didn't want to starve, coincidentally became involved. Yan Liang had struggled for twenty-two years in his original world, spending ten of those years bedridden, suffering from various illnesses year after year, both major and minor. Fortunately, his family had the spare money to support this cripple, allowing him to barely survive. However, fate was cruel, and Yan Liang passed away on a rainy day.
Dying on a rainy day is actually quite exciting, and what's even more exciting is that he still has a chance to live, and even gets a free trip to another world, in a way that's like an RPG.
When Yan Liang signed the contract with the system, he carefully read the terms and conditions. All aspects were mentioned. The current situation is that the original owner had lost all his memories and had no memories left for him.
I don't know how the system communicated with the original owner who had lost her memory and was about to die, but it actually agreed to lend her body to someone else, even if it was a corpse.
Yan Liang's mind started to wander, and he got a headache. He quickly stopped thinking and looked up. A blue figure flashed before his eyes. A young man in a blue robe sat down neatly in the chair, looked up at him with a smile, and said, "Hua Manlou is indeed a good person."
Yan Liang remained calm and nodded in agreement: "He is indeed a good person."
The young man sitting in the chair was handsome, with bright and piercing eyes, but what was even more striking was the resemblance between his eyebrows and his mustache.
Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said, "I am Lu Xiaofeng, and you are?"
Yan Liang turned his attention away from his eyebrows and beard and said, "Yan Liang."
Lu Xiaofeng's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at him with a hint of inquiry, asking, "Where do you come from?"
Yan Liang made up a story off the cuff: "From where I came from."
Lu Xiaofeng almost thought he was having a Zen talk with monks from Shaolin Temple.
"I forgot." Yan Liang told the truth; the original owner really didn't know where he came from.
Yan Liang could tell that Lu Xiaofeng probably knew something and wanted to ask him something, but before Lu Xiaofeng could speak, Hua Manlou had already carried the medicine bowl upstairs.
Lu Xiaofeng glanced at him and wanted to sigh, because Hua Manlou had exhausted himself taking care of the injured and had lost a lot of weight. If Hua's older brothers, who doted on their youngest brother, knew this, they would surely be heartbroken.
Hua Manlou wasn't surprised to see Lu Xiaofeng, as Lu Xiaofeng always did. He would occasionally come over and wander around, then smiled slightly in Lu Xiaofeng's direction. Hua Manlou sat down by the bed and asked, "Do you need my help?"
Yan Liang hurriedly refused, took the bowl of medicine, and said that he could do it. He never admitted defeat. Even though his tendons had been severed and his hands were trembling as he held the bowl, he gritted his teeth and drank the medicine in one go. With a bitter face, he handed the bowl to Hua Manlou, who was smiling beside him, and sighed, "This medicine is too bitter."
Hua Manlou smiled wryly: "Good medicine tastes bitter, but it is good for the disease."
Seeing Yan Liang's bitter face, Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness in his mouth, as if he had also drunk that bowl of bitter water. He found it amusing, but at the same time, he thought that the young man in front of him was quite different from what Mu Rufeng had described.
Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said, "Would you like me to buy you a candied hawthorn?"
Yan Liang's eyes lit up: "Then I'll leave it to you."
Lu Xiaofeng had only mentioned it casually, not expecting him to agree so readily. Although puzzled, Lu Xiaofeng still jumped downstairs and bought him a string of candied hawthorns.
Yan Liang had only eaten candied hawthorn before he fell ill, and for the next ten years he had not eaten those snacks again. With the daily nutritious meals, he had almost forgotten the taste of candied hawthorn. Now, eating it again, his eyes welled up with tears, and he felt that it was so good to be alive.
Lu Xiaofeng watched people eat candied hawthorns, feeling very curious. Although he didn't know Yan Liang, he had a strong impression of Yan Liang's face.
Seeing Yan Liang reminded him of what had happened before he came to Baihualou.
Lu Xiaofeng has many friends, including the former head of the Mu family in Suzhou. Four years ago, the head of the Mu family passed away, and the second son of the Mu family, Mu Rufeng, became the head of the family and voluntarily observed three years of mourning. The three-year period has long passed, and Mu Rufeng recently married his childhood sweetheart, Jiang Qing. Lu Xiaofeng was fortunate enough to be among those invited because of his friendship with the former head of the Mu family.
The groom was in high spirits, and the bride was beautiful and charming; they were a match made in heaven. So Lu Xiaofeng never expected that he would encounter the lonely and desolate groom admiring the moon in the courtyard on what should have been the wedding night.
Lu Xiaofeng didn't know much about Mu Rufeng, only that after the death of the former head of the Mu family, the Mu family had become very reclusive and rarely participated in martial arts activities. Lu Xiaofeng had tried to visit them before, but was always turned down with various excuses. Time flies in the martial arts world, and three years of silence was enough for the Mu family to be forgotten.
The Mu family is famous for its sword making. It is said that Ximen Chuixue's sword was the last work of the previous head of the Mu family. It seems that Mu Rufeng invited Ximen Chuixue to his wedding, but it is only a possibility. Lu Xiaofeng did not see Ximen Chuixue at the wedding banquet.
Lu Xiaofeng didn't care whether Ximen Chuixue was invited or not; what mattered most right now was that the main character of this wedding seemed to desperately need someone's attention.
"Master Lu." Lu Xiaofeng didn't try to hide it. Mu Rufeng bowed to him when he saw him, his brows furrowed with even more depression.
"Why is the groom out admiring the moon alone instead of staying with the bride?" Lu Xiaofeng laughed. "Could the beauty of the moonlight really outshine the beauty of the bride?"
Mu Rufeng smiled wryly, "I have no heart to appreciate the moon; I'm simply in a bad mood..."
The groom hesitated, which piqued Lu Xiaofeng's curiosity. Was he in such a bad mood that he didn't even want to see the bride?
Mu Rufeng seemed to have been holding it in for a long time, and now that he had someone to talk to, he immediately poured out all the things that had been bothering him.
It turns out that the former head of the Mu family and his wife were deeply in love and had only one son, Mu Jiangchuan, the eldest son of the Mu family. However, Madam Mu was born weak, and her health deteriorated after giving birth to Mu Jiangchuan. She passed away on Mu Jiangchuan's first birthday. The former head of the Mu family was worried that his young son would have no one to take care of him, so he quickly remarried. His second wife gave birth to a son, Mu Rufeng.
Mu Jiangchuan and his mother share the same constitution, both being frail and sickly. The previous head of the Mu family had been grooming Mu Rufeng as the next head. Although Mu Jiangchuan and Mu Rufeng were half-brothers, their bond was exceptionally strong, and Mu Jiangchuan had no complaints. The two brothers had already agreed to work together to strengthen the Mu family after the mourning period ended. However, plans never go as expected, and the two brothers had a falling out over a certain matter.
“Qing’er and I grew up together since childhood. We had long since confessed our feelings for each other, but who would have thought that my brother also loved Qing’er…” Mu Rufeng sighed. “At the beginning of this year, I told my brother about my desire to marry Qing’er and hoped that he could officiate our wedding… At that time, my brother’s expression was very strange, but I didn’t think much of it…”
Who knew he would run away from home the night before his brother's wedding?
Lu Xiaofeng naturally knew Mu Jiangchuan, but he had never met him. Strangely enough, he had visited the Mu family many times when the previous head of the Mu family was alive, but he had only met Mu Jiangchuan a handful of times and never spoken to him. He had met Mu Rufeng quite a few times, almost every time he came back, but they were not very close and had only exchanged a few words.
"You don't need to worry. Young Master Mu may just be having a temporary lapse in judgment. He may return home in a few days." Lu Xiaofeng offered him dry words of comfort. This was a family matter, and family matters shouldn't be discussed with an outsider like Lu Xiaofeng. But since Mu Rufeng had brought it up, he could only try to comfort him.
But this really shouldn't be his job.
Fortunately, Mu Rufeng realized something was amiss and instead chatted with him about other things, such as how the Mu family had indeed sent a wedding invitation to Ximen Chuixue, and how Ximen Chuixue's sword was indeed the last work of the previous head of the Mu family.
Lu Xiaofeng left early the next day. With nothing to do, he went to Hangzhou to find Hua Manlou. When he saw Mu Jiangchuan at the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, Lu Xiaofeng thought to himself how small the world was; he could meet anyone he asked for.
Mu Rufeng and his stepmother looked alike, while Mu Jiangchuan was a carbon copy of his father. So, as soon as he saw Yan Liang, he recognized the seriously injured young man as the brother Mu Rufeng had mentioned who had run away from home.
He never expected that Mu Jiangchuan would actually make up a fake name and even suffer from amnesia.
Author's Note: 10.20
A colleague pointed out a bug later.
Mu Jiangchuan and Mu Rufeng are not biological brothers, but Lu Xiaofeng recognized Mu Jiangchuan by his face.
So let's change this part.
Lu Xiaofeng had met Mu Jiangchuan.
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