Chapter 136 What Does It Feel Like to Kill Someone?
Thousands of miles away, the capital of Nan Kingdom.
Inside the gorgeous and elegant Huo Mansion, a figure sat alone in the shadow of Qiyun Residence, falling into unprecedented bottomless despair.
"On the second day of October, in Suyang City, the autumn air is clear and crisp, the singing reaches the clouds, peace."
"On the fifth day of October, the winter wind has arrived, the new horse is strong and fat, the long sword is not unsheathed, peace."
"On the eighth day of the tenth month, I am enjoying wine and meat, and am drunk on the green mountains. Peace."
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"November 19th, at dawn, in the city, an old man pointed the way, heading southeast, safe."
"November 25th, sword pierces red clothes, teaching and solving doubts, peace."
"December 29th, outside Guangyulan Island, wait quietly."
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"January 17th, Guangyulan Island, peace."
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"May 16th, Guangyulan Island, peace."
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"August 14th, Guangyulan Island, peace."
From August 14th to the present, the secret letter that was supposed to arrive every three days has not appeared for a full fifty days.
The secret guard who secretly protected Yun Chen was the first in the Huo Gang Feixian Mansion Examination. He was a top master who had protected Huo Gannian for seven years.
According to Huo Gannian's order, the secret guards must not show up or take action unless Yun Chen's life is at stake.
Now that the news has been cut off, it can only be that the secret guard has met with an unexpected disaster.
Then Yun Chen...
Huo Gannian couldn't help but start to have wild thoughts.
He was a fool who seldom worried about things he had not seen.
But at this moment, he felt as if he was falling into the abyss of despair. There were a thousand and one calculations, and each one made him terrified and crazy.
Ye Yan and Hua Jue had no idea what had happened. When they rushed over following the loud noise coming from the study in Qiyunju, they saw all the bookshelves collapsed to the ground, vases and cups broken all over the floor, and the study in a mess.
Huo Gannian grasped the blade of the Hidden Moon Sword with his bare hands, and the tip of the sword pierced deeply into his unconscious thigh.
His expression was sinister to the extreme.
Blood flowed in lines from his hands, merging with the blood on his thigh and flowing all over the floor.
Hua Jue rushed over and pried his hands apart, only to see a bloody mess.
From that day on, Huo Gannian never left the study again.
He sat hunched over in a wheelchair all day, looking gloomy and silent, as if he had lost all life.
The candlelight cast his long and narrow figure against the cold wall.
Immediately afterwards, the secret guards who rarely showed up, the spies who were as fast as the wind, and the most mysterious Black Sparrow Team of the Huo Gang who were directly under the orders of Huo Gannian, began to frequently enter and exit the study.
Dark shadows came from all directions day and night, coming and going like a hurricane.
"Young Master, the head lady Song Lan is waiting outside."
Huo Gannian didn't know if it was his hallucination, but he seemed to hear a vague voice coming from the empty air.
"Young Master, Lady Indigo and the honor guard have returned from Dongyan. Lady Indigo said she has something very important to discuss and must see you."
Tom Yum.
The Guangyulan Continent, which is filled with secret guards and is impossible for the Huo Gang's No. 1 secret guard to enter, is in Dongyan.
The two words "Dong Yan" finally awakened Huo Gannian's consciousness. He raised his finger as a sign of agreement.
Isandra walked into the study in gorgeous attire and immediately stopped in surprise.
The study was filled with a slightly rotten and unpleasant smell. The man who had always been proud and handsome was now unshaven, disheveled, and looked haggard as if he was on the verge of death.
Song Lan's heart skipped a beat: Did he know Yun Chen was dead? Did he know it was me who stood by and watched him die?
Song Lan was feeling anxious, but she saw Huo Gannian looking up at her.
It was a pair of gloomy and sharp eyes.
Song Lan felt a chill down her spine when she saw that look, and her spirit unconsciously weakened.
"What's the matter?" Huo Gannian asked in a hoarse voice.
Song Lan immediately felt relieved, knowing that it was not about Yun Chen.
She took out a small, exquisitely carved box from her sachet and opened it, revealing a brand new, snow-white piece of paper.
The prescription she copied in her own handwriting and half a piece of dry grass.
She looked into Huo Gannian's eyes and said tenderly:
"Huo Gannian, this is the Wind-Scorching Grass I found for you. Your leg disease can be cured."
On the other hand, Yun Chen, who had no idea how someone else had claimed the credit for the Wind-Scorching Grass that he had nearly risked his life for, was in a coma for a full fifty days before waking up.
Another seven or eight days passed, and she was lying on a couch covered with herbs. When she could almost count how many hairs she had, Yan Lang finally allowed her to walk.
The secret of a woman disguised as a man was not hidden this time.
She narrowly escaped death from the palace and was lucky to be alive and well.
If it weren't for Yan Lang, she would probably have been waiting in line to be reincarnated.
"Yanlang, were you the one who changed my clothes and medicine when I was unconscious?" she asked with a glimmer of hope.
Yan Lang was preparing medicine nearby, his hands busy without even raising his eyelids.
"I don't have any maids in Guangyulan Island. You've been here for almost a year. Don't you know?"
The last bit of her dignity was broken, and her face turned red with embarrassment. Yan Lang glanced at her:
"I have the body of an eight-year-old. Why should you be worried? Besides, you're nothing to look at."
Yun Chen almost jumped up and hit Yan Lang, who then added:
"It's just a piece of white flesh covered with new wounds and old ones, full of holes."
Silently reciting "Doctors have no gender" and "Don't kill your lifesaver," Yun Chen took a deep breath, calmed his emotions, and comforted himself:
"Never mind, he's just a kid."
The days of recuperation are boring.
Yun Chen had nothing to do all day long. He was wrapped in bandages and limped in and out behind Yan Lang.
Seeing Yan Lang sketching the appearance of rare herbs on paper and recording their effects and uses in detail, Yun Chen held his cheeks and asked in surprise:
"Huh? Even though you have the body of an eight-year-old, your painting skills don't look like an eight-year-old. And don't forget, your little hands are surprisingly nimble."
Yan Lang's face turned pale, but he resisted the urge to curse.
When she was able to remove the bandages, she saw Yan Lang sorting herbs in the deep medicine room. She scratched the newly grown skin on her wound and pointed to the top row of drawers, wondering:
"I see there's no ladder in your medicine room. How are you going to get to the medicine in the top row? Your legs are so short after all."
Yan Lang said nothing and silently crushed the black aconite in his hand.
Finally, Yan Lang, just like he had done over the past twenty years, stepped on the man-high wooden steps in the medicine garden and climbed up the tree to check on the growth of the Ligustrum lucidum.
The guards and servants waited obediently by the side. Only Yun Chen, who had just recovered from a serious injury and had no strength for a long time, was bored and opened his arms and said excitedly to Yan Lang in the tree:
"Jump down and I'll catch you, just like we did in the Black Bear Forest—Don't be afraid! Be brave!"
Unable to bear it any longer, Yan Lang gnashed his teeth and said, "Men and women should not touch each other!!"
Yun Chen finally reacted and grinned embarrassedly:
"I've been working as a guard for too long, I've forgotten."
Finally, what exhausted Yanlang's temper was that after dinner one day, the two of them sat in the yard to enjoy the cool air as usual.
Yun Chen's injury is almost healed, and he's craving for wine.
Unfortunately, Yanlang is not physically fit for drinking, and the wine in the cellar is either fruit wine or milk wine.
Yun Chen held up a glass of milky white wine, frowned and looked at it for a long time, then asked uncertainly:
"Are you sure it's made from hops and cow's milk, not tiger's milk?"
Yan Lang rolled his eyes and drank the whole cup. He was still the size of a child, but his movements and demeanor were mature and steady. He teased:
"You're quite bold."
Yun Chen also drank a glass and smacked his lips:
"Yan Lang, I can definitely drink a thousand cups of this stuff without getting drunk."
Yan Lang glanced at her and said, "Drunk, riding a horse, killing people, stealing from the palace - you have done none of the things that women are not allowed to do."
"You talk as if you've met countless women." Yun Chen's mouth was moving ahead while his brain was chasing behind.
Yan Lang clearly bit his back teeth. Yun Chen's mind had caught up by now and he quickly apologized:
"Stop biting it. You probably haven't lost your baby teeth yet. Don't damage them."
The two chatted for a long time, drinking cup after cup of milk wine beside the red forest under the moon.
Yanlang was slightly drunk, his little face was flushed, and he looked very cute.
But those eyes revealed an indifference that had lasted for years, a cold-bloodedness that had no mercy on anything in the world, on any life or death in this world.
Yun Chen breathed a sigh of relief:
"The Wind-Scorching Grass should have arrived by now. That's great. Yanlang, thank you for helping me and saving me. I owe you a favor. Is there anything you want to do? I can make it happen for you."
Yan Lang did not answer directly, but asked:
"Yun Chen, what does it feel like to kill someone?"
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