That call of "little brother" floated in the night breeze. Though it was soft, it was frightening to hear.
It was as if Yun Hen had been struck down by that call. He suddenly stiffened under Yan Jingchen's sword. He stood there, unmoving, but for some reason, it felt as if he was being frozen inch by inch in that faint yellow light, turning into ice.
Yan Jingchen, on the other hand, was panting slightly as he looked at Yun Hen in bewilderment. From his brows down to his eyes, he could see the slight excitement.
It was only then that Meng Fuyao, who was perched on top of the wall a distance away, realized that Yun Hen and Yan Jingchen could hardly be compared when they were separated. However, as they stood face to face, she realized that they were both tall and skinny. Their skin was so fair that it was almost translucent, and their veins could be seen. Both had tall and straight noses. She hadn't noticed it before because their temperaments were so different.
However, Yun Hen did not seem to be willing to accept Yan Jingchen's gaze. He suddenly turned his head, as if he did not see the sword on his neck. He brushed past the sharp sword that Yan Jingchen had forgotten to put away due to his shock, leaving a bloody mark on his neck. Yan Jingchen was shocked and hurriedly withdrew his sword. Yun Hen did not care about the blood on his neck and walked away indifferently. He grabbed Ya Lanzhu, who was leaning against the wall and singing, and left.
Yan Jingchen sheathed his sword and chased after him, grabbing Yun Hen's sleeve. "Yun Hen! Are you Aunt An's child? "
Yun Hen's shoulders trembled. From Meng Fuyao's angle, she could see a flash of anger on his face. He turned around abruptly and said, "Get lost!"
When Yan Jingchen met Yun Hen's gaze, he was so shocked that his hands trembled. He instinctively moved aside, but Yun Hen had already pushed his hand away. Yun Hen said coldly, "I'm warning you, you're not allowed to mention that name. Neither you nor your Yan Clan is fit to mention it!"
"Yun Hen!" Yan Jingchen rushed forward. "I'm not too sure about what happened back then. I've only vaguely heard about it … but … but … could there be a misunderstanding? Come back with me and we'll get to the bottom of this. "
"Go back? Where are we going? " Yun Hen turned his face sideways. His handsome profile was as cold as an ice sculpture. Even his eyes seemed to be frozen with frost. "Sect Leader Yan, please be clear about this. You are a marquis of Shangyuan, and I am a subject of Taiyuan. My father is Yun Chi, and your father is Yan Chi. Why should I go back with you?"
Yan Jingchen was still unwilling to give up. He wanted to persuade Yun Hen again, but Yun Hen's eyes turned cold. He swung his sword horizontally, aiming for the urn. This time, it was Yan Jingchen's turn to be shocked. He hurriedly floated away, but Yun Hen had already walked away. After taking a few steps, he turned around. He did not look at Yan Jingchen, but at the dark corner of the wall. He said coldly, "Sect Leader Yan, if you mention what happened today to anyone else, or if you even think about claiming to be your relative, don't blame my sword for being merciless!"
His figure quickly disappeared into the darkness at the end of the alley, leaving Yan Jingchen standing there in a daze. With a questioning and helpless gaze, he bid farewell to this encounter.
= = =
Fearing that Yun Hen would feel awkward, Fuyao flipped over the wall before he left the alley. She silently floated into the courtyard, back to her room, and then to her bed. Only when she sat down did she realize that a certain someone had unknowingly followed her in. She immediately snapped out of her daze and pushed him out of the room. "Get out, get out! There can only be one man on my bed!"
"Oh?" Zhangsun Wuji asked with a smile.
Lord Ingot's eyes shone brightly. He stuck his head out recklessly and pointed at his master's nose. 'This man is the handsome and untalented me.'
Zhangsun Wuji was still smiling. Suddenly, he murmured, "Should I castrate you?"
Lord Ingot immediately stretched out his claws and modestly made a gesture of concession. The only man, naturally, could only be the peerless and talented master.
Fuyao immediately used her Divine Flicking Finger to flick Lord Ingot away. "Damn it! From now on, don't even think about sleeping on my bed!"
"Fuyao, I'm not here to sleep on your bed." Zhangsun Wuji calmly interrupted a certain someone's wretched and narcissistic conjecture. "I'm just here to borrow the remaining half of your Qi cultivation treasure." He minded his own business, found the half of the treasure that was soaking in the water, opened the door, and floated out. Before he left, he turned back with a smile. "I'm not interested in sharing a bed with a mouse. Moreover, there's a drunkard here."
"Hmm … who's the drunkard? There's only one person and one mouse here? " Fuyao said resentfully. She then saw Yun Hen hurrying over with Ya Lanzhu in tow. Only then did she remember that Princess Ya was drunk. Who else but her could take care of this drunkard?
Sure enough, taking care of a drunkard was not a job for a human. Fuyao busied herself for the whole night, listening to "Brother, walk forward boldly …" Just as the sun was about to rise, Ya Lanzhu suddenly turned over and hugged her. "Let's never be Meng Fuyao and Feng Jingfan," she mumbled.
Her words were without rhyme or reason, but Fuyao immediately understood. She reached out to pat Ya Lanzhu's sleeping hand, but stopped. When it came down again, she gently pushed aside Ya Lanzhu's sweaty hair and said in a low voice, "Alright, we'll never be Meng Fuyao and Feng Jingfan."
After that, she fell asleep with a towel in her hand. When she woke up, the sky was bright. Ya Lanzhu was lying on her belly, and Lord Ingot was lying on her belly. A drawn-out announcement came from outside the main door — Zhan Nancheng had invited her to hunt in the Imperial Garden.
Ever since Zhenwu won the championship, Fuyao had moved house. She did not want to expose Zhan Beiye's secret hideout to the Tiansha royalty. After all, she had money. Yao Xun had made a fortune in Wuji, and Young Master Li from the Jiangbei Governor's family, whom Fuyao had tied up halfway through her journey. He was a natural businessman, and the two of them worked together to earn a lot of women's money. Silk jewelry, clothing, shoes, hats, rouge, and cosmetics were all bought. Yao Xun had also come over these few days to deliver money and promote Fuyao's elegant entertainment in Tiansha. As a result, Fuyao's pockets were so full that even Lord Ingot's toilet bowl was replaced with gold.
Fuyao's new house was very ostentatious. She had bought three large courtyards and connected them into seven to eight sections. Each section was more flashy than the last, and ordinary people could only enter her second section. In fact, she just wanted to encircle the entire area into her sphere of influence. From the sixth section of her courtyard, there was a secret passage in one of the rooms. Zhan Beiye's secret hideout was not far away.
Zhan Nancheng's invitation was just another round of probing. Fuyao changed her clothes and was about to head over when she was stopped by Zong Yue in the garden. The sharp-tongued man sized her up and said, "Are you going to scam people again?"
Fuyao looked up at the sky. When would this guy be able to say something nice? What a waste of his good temperament.
"Since you're going to scam people, I might as well help you do it more thoroughly." Zong Yue handed over a small wax pellet. "Find a chance to break it open and sprinkle it on Zhan Nancheng's sleeve."
"Oh." Fuyao took it without asking what it was for. Suddenly, she said thoughtfully, "Actually, I really want to kill Zhan Nancheng so that I don't have to hold back my vomiting and deal with him. It's a pity that ever since he was held hostage, he has become more and more careful. No one can get close to him."
"There's no point in killing him now. Zhan Nancheng has the Crown Prince and the three central ministers who have the authority to mobilize the imperial camp. If he dies, there will be chaos, but it won't necessarily affect the overall situation." Zong Yue denied flatly and chased her away. "What are you talking about? You're blocking the sunlight in my herb garden!"
Fuyao was furious. She stomped on a stalk of moonlight and dashed out before Zong Yue, who loved flowers as much as his life, could kill him. She even hinted to Lord Ingot, who was squatting on the windowsill and watching the show, that when Zong Yue left, Lord Ingot would take her place to "take care" of the precious herbs, such as peeing and fertilizing them.
The carriage that Zhan Nancheng had sent to receive her was waiting at the entrance. Along the way, they arrived at the Imperial Garden of Nanyue Mountain in the Tiansha Imperial Palace. Several tents were set up halfway up the hill, surrounding and protecting the golden-roofed tent in the middle. Many people were gathered outside the tent. Fuyao took a closer look and smiled. They were all familiar faces.
Wasn't that the Marquis who had thrown a sword at her a few days ago and told her to kill herself? Wasn't that a certain general who, when a certain princess was' cutting her own throat ', shouted' Princess must not commit suicide ', and very considerately saved a certain princess?
Meng Fuyao walked over with a smile. The nobles who were gathered together immediately shut their mouths when they saw her. Some stroked their beards, some looked up at the sky, and some started to talk about other topics. "Ah, Young Marquis Zhang, the weather today is really good, really good, haha …" "Haha, General Wang, your robe today is really good, haha …"
"Ah, Young Marquis Zhang, the weather today is really good, with dark clouds covering the sky and dragonflies flying everywhere … Ah, a dragonfly landed on your crown, let me brush it off for you … Ah, don't stand on ceremony, it'll be done soon … Smack!"
Meng Fuyao flicked off Young Duke Zhang's crown with a slap and stepped on it, shattering it into pieces. She smiled at the disheveled and ashen-faced Young Duke Zhang and said, "Finally got rid of that damned dragonfly …" Young Duke Zhang raised his eyebrows and was about to explode in anger. Meng Fuyao shrieked again, "Oh my, Young Duke Zhang, this sword is so beautiful. If you had thrown it to me the other day, I might have taken a liking to it and committed suicide. To die under a peerless sword, I would have died a romantic death even as a ghost … Can I have a look? Ah, don't be so stingy, just one look, just one look … Crack! "
The 'Famous Sword' was broken into two. Fuyao innocently weighed the sword in her hand. "So it's a fake!"
She humbly stuffed the sword back into Young Marquis Zhang's hand and smiled. "I'll have to trouble you to use it as a pair of mandarin duck swords."
She patted Young Marquis Zhang's shoulder, who was about to make a move but was easily stopped by her sword breaking. She laughed heartily and turned around. The nobles who had formed a circle just now had already scattered like birds and beasts.
She shrugged and strode towards the main tent. Zhan Nancheng was watching from the entrance of the tent. He had seen everything that had just happened, but did not say anything. He only smiled amiably and said, "General Meng, you really like to joke. It's just that your indulgence will easily offend people."
"I'm a boor," Fuyao said, spreading her hands and grinning. "It's the same no matter where I am. I can't stand those who bow and bow to others and put on airs. If I like it, I like it. If I don't like it, I don't like it. If you offend me, I'll beat you up!"
Zhan Nancheng laughed heartily. It was obvious that he was in a good mood. He personally held Fuyao's arm and said, "General Meng, it's better for you to beat up those wild beasts with your strength!" The two of them got on their respective horses. Zhan Nancheng shook the reins and said, "General Meng, there are ferocious beasts to the west of the Imperial Garden. With your martial arts, you should be able to hunt them to your heart's content. Go!"
"I'll still accompany you, Your Majesty." Fuyao laughed. "I was born into a Taiyuan hunter family. I'll leave hunting to all the nobles and generals to their heart's content!"
The nobles, dukes, and generals who had participated in the Imperial Garden's hunt had released their horses and fled in all directions. Whistles and cheers rang out continuously. Fuyao obediently followed behind Zhan Nancheng's bodyguard, hunting some small beasts to the south of the Imperial Garden. She killed all the rabbits and deer on her horse. When the sky was about to turn dark, Zhan Nancheng turned around and smiled. "Let's go back, I'm tired."
Fuyao nodded. Just as she was about to turn her horse, she suddenly stopped and whipped the horse back to Zhan Nancheng's side. "There's something wrong with the wind. Your Majesty, let's go quickly. I'll cover you!"
"What danger could there be here?" Zhan Nancheng laughed. "General Meng, you're too careful …"
His voice suddenly froze.
Behind him, a gust of wind carrying a fishy smell rose. The trees swayed, and the forest bent low. All kinds of small beasts in the forest fled in panic, creating streaks of white, red, brown, and yellow light in the shade. Everyone's mounts began to tremble, their legs turning to jelly as they fell to the ground. No matter how much their owners shouted or pulled, it was useless. Then, the leaves rustled, and a faint yellow light flashed. A low, ferocious growl sounded from behind Zhan Nancheng.
"Awooo …"
The fishy smell grew stronger, and a large number of leaves fell to the ground. A brightly colored tiger leaped out, shaking its huge head and glaring at Zhan Nancheng, who was right in front of it.
Zhan Nancheng's mount let out a long neigh, its legs turning to jelly as it fell to its knees. Zhan Nancheng, who was still shocked by the appearance of a ferocious beast, was thrown off the horse's back and slid straight into the tiger's mouth!
The tiger's bloody mouth was right in front of him, its stinking saliva almost dripping onto Zhan Nancheng's face. Zhan Nancheng frantically tried to pull out his knife, but it was pressed under his body and could not be pulled out. Seeing the ferocious tiger's head right in front of him, its razor-sharp teeth gleaming like countless little daggers, Zhan Nancheng's vision went black as he screamed in despair.
"Protect the Emperor!"
A clear and sharp shout was thrown out like a knife, and the dark-colored figure leaped into the sky, landing in front of Zhan Nancheng in an instant. The newcomer was as fast as a stream of light and did not stop after landing. With a flash of black light, the knife had already struck the tiger's brow!
Blood exploded, and Meng Fuyao, who was covered in tiger blood, shook her head and shouted without turning back, "Idiot! Protect the Emperor! "
The stunned guards rushed forward to protect Zhan Nancheng. Still in shock, Zhan Nancheng watched with a pale face as Meng Fuyao slashed at the tiger's eyebrows. Using the momentum, he used his elbow to block. With a bone-cracking sound, the tip of the knife pierced through the tiger's nose, through the bridge of its nose, and out of its right eye!
The ferocious tiger raised its head and roared, causing the ground in the forest to tremble slightly. It shook its head with all its might, throwing out sticky and thick blood that dripped all over the ground. Zhan Nancheng stared at the horrifying tiger head with the black knife stuck in it. While retreating under the protection of the guards, he forced a smile and said with lingering fear, "It's all thanks to General Meng …"
Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly heard another earth-shaking roar behind him. The forest parted, and another colorful yellow shadow pounced out, bringing with it a thick stench of blood!
There was actually another one!
Without any warning, the tiger pounced out from behind, leaping several zhang and instantly crossing the human wall formed by the guards. With a slap of its fan-like paw, it pushed away the two guards guarding Zhan Nan Cheng and pounced straight at Zhan Nan Cheng!
Zhan Nancheng felt his vision darken, and the hot, smelly tiger's body was already pressing down on his head!
This time, he pulled out his knife. The knife's light flashed, and it was a decent knife technique. The knife landed on the tiger's waist, but the tiger twisted its body, and with a scissor of its tail, he was swept away. Then, the tiger pounced, pouncing down from above.
Zhan Nancheng fell to the ground, feeling that he was done for today. This was an unlucky year. There had never been a ferocious beast in the Southern Yard, but it had appeared today. Moreover, it was a pincer attack!
The only person who could save him was General Meng. His weapon was still in the tiger's eye, but how could he make it in time?
"Don't be afraid, Your Majesty. I'm here to save you!"
A black shadow flashed, and a person swept past Zhan Nancheng like the wind. Without a word, he punched out!
"Bam!"
The sound of the fist and fist colliding was oppressive and terrifying. Just from the sound of the collision, one could hear the ferocity and brazen murderous intent of both parties. After the sound of the collision, there was another tiger's roar. This time, it was deep and suppressed, as if it was swallowing blood and flesh, and it was stifled in the throat.
Zhan Nancheng and the guards, who had just survived, looked up and let out a collective "Ah!"
Meng Fuyao had punched straight into the tiger's mouth, and her bare hands had passed through the sharp teeth. Not only had she blocked the tiger's upper jaw that was about to bite Zhan Nancheng, but she had also broken the tiger's throat, and her fist had pierced through the back of the tiger's neck!
Just one punch, and the tiger was dead!
This kind of tiger killing technique, this kind of ferocious fist force, was unheard of and unseen!
In a moment of desperation, Meng Fuyao had entered the tiger's mouth with her bare hands. This made Zhan Nancheng even more grateful and shocked.
Meng Fuyao retracted her fist. Her arm had passed through the tiger's mouth, and her sleeve had long been torn. Moreover, because she had rushed out and punched too quickly, her arm had been deeply scratched by the tiger's sharp teeth. She nonchalantly adjusted her sleeve and wiped the blood off her arm on the tiger's body. She then turned to the pale-faced Zhan Nancheng and bowed. "Your Majesty, you've been frightened."
"General … General Meng … thank you …" Zhan Nancheng's gaze swept past the two tiger corpses, and then to Meng Fuyao's blood-stained arm. His tone was extremely grateful.
"Your Majesty, you're too kind. It's my duty." Meng Fuyao smiled. She was very happy. Today, the Heaven Fiend Gold was only in charge of guarding the periphery and the main tent. Accompanying Zhan Nancheng was a large group of imperial guards who were not weak in martial arts but had average combat experience. Sigh, this was really a chance for her to show off. Look at how flashy she was just now.
After successfully receiving Zhan Nancheng's grateful gaze, Meng Fuyao used the excuse of "not fully recovered from her injuries and overexertion" as an excuse. She swung her arm that was full of teeth marks and returned home under the envious and jealous gazes of the crowd. As soon as she entered the door, she waved her arm and shouted, "Vet, vet, thank you so much …"
A white light flashed before her eyes, and a certain round ball darted past her. The vet's white robe fluttered in the wind. His expression was calm, but there was a faint murderous aura in his eyes. He did not look like a bright and clean doctor, but more like a stealthy assassin in the dark. "Ah!" Meng Fuyao exclaimed. She immediately remembered what she had done before she left. She hurriedly picked up the hunted Lord Ingot and fled. As she ran, she asked Lord Ingot, "What did you do for the vet to kill you?"
Lord Ingot gesticulated as he answered, "Squeak, squeak!"
Meng Fuyao was silent. She began to consider whether or not she should learn Ingot's language from her master. Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out and grabbed her arm, dragging her into the room. "Meng Fuyao, when can you leave and come back in one piece?"
Meng Fuyao looked down at herself in shock. She then raised her head in shock. "What's missing? What's missing? "
He could not help but laugh at her anger. Zhangsun Wuji sighed and pushed her to sit on the stool. He then went to retrieve the medicine box from the drawer of the cabinet and carefully rummaged through it for the right medicine. From Meng Fuyao's angle, she could see his long eyelashes drooping, forming a gentle dark shadow under his eyes. His gaze was gentle and calm, with a hint of pity. No matter how she looked at it, he did not look like the famous and skillful Crown Prince Zhangsun. Instead, he looked like a simple and quiet boy next door.
That kind of boy next door — a boy whose heart belonged to someone. He would carry the spring scenery in his arms like a song. When he went for a walk, he would encounter the blood-red spring scenery of peach blossoms, and smile as if touched by the fragrant grass.
Meng Fuyao's heart skipped a beat. She thought of Zhangsun Wuji in the shadow, but she immediately felt a pain in her heart. At the same time, she felt a chill on her arm. She gently inhaled. Zhangsun Wuji immediately looked up at her. "Pain?"
'Pain, but it's not the place where your fingers are pressing. It's the source of the bloodline connection, my heart.'
Meng Fuyao lowered her eyes, but her face was smiling. She grinned. "Damn it, are you helping me heal or taking the opportunity to vent your anger? Look at how heavy your hand is! "
"This is an external application of the Mingji ointment. After massaging, the medicinal effect can better penetrate into the skin and leave no scars in the future." Zhangsun Wuji ignored her and gently rubbed her arm. Meng Fuyao only felt that his fingertips were like a small stove. Wherever he rubbed, there would be a fire, burning her whole body. She could not help but struggle. "Alright, alright, stop rubbing. I don't have anything else but a lot of scars. I might even have more in the future. You won't be able to cure me."
"Is that so?" Zhangsun Wuji suddenly looked up and smiled. Meng Fuyao stared at his smile and instinctively felt that something was wrong. She suddenly jumped up, but it was too late. Her arm was still in his hand. Zhangsun Wuji flipped the hand that was holding her arm and slid it to her pulse. With a pinch of his fingers, she immediately felt her whole body go limp. Everything in front of her turned upside down. Zhangsun Wuji had already flipped her onto the bed.
Meng Fuyao was shocked and screamed, "Ingot, Ingot, come quickly! If you don't come and protect your master, you won't have any hope of seizing his chastity in this lifetime!"
Lord Ingot rushed over. Zhangsun Wuji turned his head and smiled at him, immediately forcing him to draw circles in the corner.
"Ingot, the longer you stay by someone's side, the more your wisdom will deteriorate, and your brain will become dull."
Lord Ingot hung his head in shame … Cultivation takes a thousand years, but depravity can be achieved with a single thought. A single slip may cause everlasting sorrow, a rat's life is unbearable to look back …
Zhangsun Wuji had successfully destroyed his beloved pet with a single sentence. He leaned over to look at Meng Fuyao, who was glaring at him and ready to bite him at any time. He smiled and said, "I've heard that you're wise and mighty, and that you've conquered thousands of soldiers."
"Ah!" Fuyao gasped.
"I heard that you broke into the dense forest of Chang Han, stole the ancient tomb of Da Gun, made a mess in the Tian Sha Imperial Palace, and fought with the souls of the clouds and the souls of the moon. You lost every time you fought. You broke one of your front teeth and covered your body with scars. You are a heroic and heroic man. I have admired you ever since I heard about you. I have been longing for you.
Fuyao's jaw dropped. She almost drooled. What was he talking about? He seemed to be angry? Why was he angry for no reason at all? He, he, he, he, he wasn't angry a long time ago. Why is he angry now?
Zhangsun Wuji continued to smile at her, looking noble, elegant, and amiable. "It's a rare opportunity today, and I'm very grateful that you're willing to show me the scars that record your heroic deeds …"
What did he mean by that? Fuyao's mind went blank for three rounds before she could react. "Ah! You want to take off my clothes! "
"Wrong." Zhangsun Wuji continued to smile gracefully and corrected her. "I want to see your scars with my own eyes."
"What's the difference?" Fuyao cried. "Zhangsun Wuji, you rogue, if you dare touch my clothes, I'll castrate you …"
"Swoosh!"
The fierce General Meng, who was about to castrate someone, was stunned.
Her back was cold, and she could feel the wind through the open window brushing past her skin. That direct touch confirmed that her clothes were really, really being taken off!
Fuyao was about to howl when a certain someone swiftly pressed on her acupoint to muffle her voice.
Fuyao bit her pillow, thinking, "Zhangsun Wuji, have you taken the wrong medicine or are you in love today? How dare you take off my clothes in broad daylight … Oh my, my beautiful back that I've been taking care of for 18 years and no one has ever seen it …"
A slightly cold finger pressed on her back. The fingertip seemed to be stained with some ointment, cool and smooth. It was smeared on those deep and shallow scars, bit by bit carefully. The fingertip moving on her back was light and gentle, like wind walking on water, stirring up ripples on her skin, spreading in circles, straight to the bottom of her heart.
Fuyao stiffened slightly and bit her lip. Her fingers quietly curled up and tightened the blanket beneath her.
Sunlight poured in through the window, and the floating dust particles danced in the light. There was a kind of warmth and clarity in the haze. Under the light, the man's long robe gently caressed the scar-bearing skin of the woman beneath him. Her skin was sparkling and translucent, and the lines of her back were beautiful and smooth. The lines were as exquisite as a top-grade jade bottle, but there were some scars that seemed to be carved on it. The light red scars gradually reflected the man's deep and distant eyes, which were slightly reddish, as if the pain in his heart was written in his eyes.
There was an unbearable silence in the air, and under such a heavy pressure, Fuyao suddenly felt a little guilty and a little frightened. She let go of the blanket in her mouth in a daze.
The person on top of his head slowly moved his fingers over those scars. After a long time, he said faintly, "Fuyao, if you want to live a happy life, I won't stop you. If you want to put your life on the line, I won't stop you either. But I don't like your temperament of having to go all out in everything you do. I don't like it when you know how to cherish others but not yourself. I don't like it when you obviously don't have to do something like this, but you insist on using the most intense and decisive way to clash with it. For example, today when you went hunting, you wanted to ask for Zhan Nancheng's favor. Why did you let yourself get injured? Just to shock him and leave a deeper impression on him? Tell me, are you worth it? "
Fuyao's eyes were filled with tears. 'Damn it, I didn't have a weapon at that time … I didn't think that much …'
'But …' She blinked guiltily. 'It seems like I didn't have to get injured … F * ck, isn't a creature like Zhangsun Wuji tired of living? He even has to worry about my punches.'
"Fuyao, you can be brave and put your life on the line, but you shouldn't be so ruthless. I just want you to take care of yourself from now on. Don't tell me that you have a scar the size of a bowl when your head falls off." Zhangsun Wuji finished applying the new and old scars and kept the bottle. He then said slowly, "Have you ever thought about how I would feel after hearing these words and seeing these scars?"
Fuyao lowered her eyelashes, her eyes darting around to avoid Zhangsun Wuji's gaze. 'Alright, I was wrong. I won't hold it against you for looking at me. Brother, can you help me put on my clothes?'
The man stood up gracefully and put the bottle down. He tidied up his sleeves and said, "I know you're a blockhead who never listens to other people's words. In order to leave a deeper impression on you … you can put on your clothes."
He then floated out, leaving Fuyao fuming with anger. 'How am I supposed to put on my clothes after you sealed my acupoint?'
Zhangsun Wuji walked to the door and suddenly stopped. Fuyao was overjoyed, thinking that he had remembered to unseal her acupoint. However, he held onto the door frame as if he had just remembered. "Oh yes, if you recklessly put your life on the line again, just do it this way." With that, he flicked his finger and left without hesitation.
Fuyao looked up at the sky with a gloomy face. He had only unsealed her acupoint to force her to seek help from Ya Lanzhu. Given Ya Lanzhu's character, she would definitely laugh at her for more than half a month. It would be impossible for her not to have a deep impression of her.
'Wasn't it just a slip of the tongue … grief and indignation!'
'This is what it means to be a truly ruthless person!'
= = =
When Fuyao called Ya Lanzhu over and unsealed her acupoint, she held her stomach and laughed for a long time. When she was done, she patted Fuyao's shoulder and said, "I have to say, even though you're a scoundrel, your luck is really good."
Fuyao rolled her eyes at her and watched Ya Lanzhu walk away with a face full of envy. She sat in the dark hugging her knees for a long time before letting out a long sigh.
When the sky turned dark, she got up and remembered that Yun Hen was drunk yesterday. He was actually a person who could not drink and had a fever after returning. He had yet to wake up, so she went to the kitchen to make lotus seed and eight treasures soup. Initially, she had only made one bowl, but thinking that it would be hard for a veterinarian, she added more ingredients. She also thought that she could not value a lover over a friend. Anyhow, Ya Lanzhu had unsealed her acupoint, so she added more ingredients. Then, she remembered that Sir Yuan Bao loved sweets, so she added more ingredients. She did not know!
She carried a huge pot of soup and personally delivered it to each room. Yun Hen was still asleep with an ugly expression on his face, as if he was still having a nightmare. He was panting softly and constantly struggling, his forehead dripping with sweat. She put down the bowl and took a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, but he suddenly grabbed her hand.
She was shocked and subconsciously tried to pull her hand away, but Yun Hen held it tightly, like a drowning man holding onto a piece of driftwood. He even used his inner force. She was afraid that his true Qi would be unstable due to the nightmare and that she would hurt him if she tried to wrestle with him, so she did not move.
Their current position was a little awkward. Yun Hen was lying on the ground, pulling Fuyao in front of him with all his might. Fuyao struggled with all her might, her body leaning awkwardly. From a certain angle, it looked as if she was leaning in front of Yun Hen.
There was no light in the house, so the moonlight made the room half bright and half dark. They hid in the dark, and in the silence, they could hear each other's breathing. Fuyao felt that something was wrong. She wanted to light the lamp with her free hand, but after fumbling for a long time, she knocked the candle to the ground. She could only sigh helplessly.
The person in the dark suddenly brought her hand close to his cheek and gently rubbed it. Fuyao's body stiffened, and she hurriedly reached out to pull it away, only to hear Yun Hen say in a low voice, "… Mother …"
Meng Fuyao was stunned. She heard the man sigh softly. His hot breath blew on her hand, making it wet. When the heat passed, only cool water vapor was left. It was like a dark feeling that had been buried in the darkness of her heart for a long time, like an abyss of gloom.
"… Mother, have you crawled out? Have you? "
'What does he mean?'
"You pushed me out … Why can't you crawl out yourself …"
"The mud … smells …"
'Mud?'
Fuyao froze in the dark, looking at Yun Hen, who was pale and slightly convulsing. This cold and silent youth had always suppressed all his thoughts, until yesterday, when he met Yan Jingchen in the alleyway after drinking. Those painful memories buried in the depths of his memory seemed to have been called out from the abyss of nightmares by Yan Jingchen's call of 'little brother'. They slowly wriggled and crawled back to the bloody, painful past.
A mother and son buried alive … The mother pushed her son out … Was that it? Was that it?
Fuyao's fingers trembled. She had guessed about Yun Hen's past. How could the dignified Yan family let their own son wander outside and become the adopted son of an old enemy? He must have had an unbearable past, but she had never imagined that it would be so miserable.
Her trembling fingers were caught by Yun Hen. He seemed to feel the slight tremble in his heart as he hugged her hand even tighter. His five fingers deeply clasped her fingers as he muttered, "I'll pull you up … I'll pull you up …" Suddenly, he forcefully pulled.
Fuyao was still in shock as she thought about Yun Hen's past. The sudden pull caused her body to tilt and fall onto Yun Hen's chest. Yun Hen immediately hugged her tightly.
Fuyao struggled to get up, but she suddenly heard a slight sound behind her. She turned her head around, only to discover …
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