Chapter 232: Reborn

Feng Aotian helped him sit up and watched as it was still early. She looked at him, "Try moving your legs."
"Yeah." Gu Yefeng nodded and said, then propped his hands on both sides and slowly curled his knees. Obviously, he had been sitting in a wheelchair since he could remember, and now he has a feeling in his legs. With tears flowing in his eyes, he slowly bends his knees, then flattens them, then slowly bends, flattens them again, and repeats...
Feng Aotian looked at the excitement in his eyes, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth. He was very inferior following his disability since he was a child. Therefore, he has developed a lonely temperament and does not like contact with others. Whenever his heart was upset, he would be furious, but, later, she took him out of his own safe haven. He slowly began to come into contact with the noisy environment and slowly changed his temper, but he never wiped it out. Get rid of his inferiority complex.
Now, he can stand up, which is incredible for him. He lifted his right foot slightly, turned around slightly, and then put down his right foot, then lifted his left foot, and put it down again. He stood up slowly with his hands on his body and slowly moved his hands away from the dragon couch. However, because he could not stand for a long time, his legs trembled, but he was bent, not daring to stand upright.
Feng Aotian stood in front of him and whispered, "Take two steps."
Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, with a smile on his mouth. He looked down at his feet and slowly moved his right foot. He could really take a step forward, suppressing his inner joy. , And then stepped on his left foot again, but because the strength of his legs was not strong enough, he was like a child who had just learned to walk. He lost his center of gravity and fell straight forward.
Feng Aotian opened his arms and put him firmly in his arms, but Gu Yefeng felt that it was an incredible thing to be able to take these two steps. He was so happy that he wanted to jump up, but, for fear of being While dreaming, he pinched his thigh fiercely and slowly left from Feng Aotian's arms. Although his legs were still bent, he could stand in front of her. He smiled and said, "The emperor, The minister can go, the minister is not dreaming."
Feng Aotian looked at him with a smile, then took two steps back and whispered, "Go a few more steps."
"Yeah." Gu Yefeng stabilized his mind, and then walked forward two steps like Shi Cai, but he was still unstable and fell forward, but crashed into Feng Aotian's arms.
Feng Aotian then took another two steps back. In this way, from the first two steps, to half an hour later, Gu Yefeng was able to stumble out of six steps. This was a rare thing.
Feng Aotian helped him sit in a wheelchair and looked down at him, "Master will accompany you to exercise these few days, but in the future, you will be accompanied by Xin'er girl. You can't walk two steps like Shi Cai Then he threw himself into his arms."
Gu Yefeng drew out the silk handkerchief, without any scruples that he was already drenched with sweat on his forehead. He slowly got up from the wheelchair, looked at Feng Aotian in front of him, and wiped the sweat on her face. .
Feng Aotian smiled and looked at him, then took out the silk kerchief from his hand, wiped his sweat, and then said, "Don't be too hasty, you will have to go up early in the morning, and you go and order someone to wait for you to take a bath. Go ahead, let's go to Xiner's place to catch up."
Gu Yefeng nodded slightly and watched Feng Aotian leave with a yawn.
The corner of his mouth was always full of smiles, lowered his head, his hands couldn't help touching his legs, and he squeezed lightly, feeling a little bit of pain, he laughed, and after half an hour, He retracted his thoughts, then raised his eyes, restored his previous look, and said in a deep voice, "Come here."
After the morning session, Gu Yefeng went to Xin'er's dormitory, raised his eyes and saw Xin'er waiting outside the palace. He pushed the wheelchair into the dormitory, and Xin'er backed left and right, leaving only two people in the hall.
Gu Yefeng looked sideways, looking at Feng Aotian lying in the curtain, with a gentle smile on his mouth, and then turning the wheelchair, slowly entering the companion hall, and a few steps away from her, he held his hands. , Got up from the wheelchair.
Xin'er stood on one side looking at him in surprise, and whispered, "I can really go."
Gu Yefeng didn't seem to hear it. He just lifted his feet and slowly approached the bed. I don't know how long it had passed. When he stood by the bed, he was already sweating. He slowly sat on the bed, but Facing Shang Feng Aotian's opened eyes.
"Well, Bi Shi is two steps ahead." Feng Aotian said with a light smile.
Gu Yefeng then leaned against her arms and whispered, "The emperor, the minister will definitely practice harder."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Come slowly and don't rush."
"Good." Gu Yefeng responded with a smile.
Xin'er laughed and stepped out of the bedroom and ordered people to prepare meals. Now, Gu Yefeng is lying in the side hall, covered by curtains, but can't see clearly that there is another person lying inside.
There are many eyeliners in the palace, and Xin'er must also have eyeliners in this palace. If there is no eyeliner, it will arouse suspicion from others.
After the three of them finished their lunch, Feng Aotian took a nap with Gu Yefeng for a while, and then continued to practice walking.
For three days in a row, since the emperor turned over the sign of the concubine Wan Guifei on that day, the emperor has stayed at the concubine Xin. In the eyes of others, concubine Xin is the only favorite.
Although the right minister was dissatisfied with the emperor's favored behavior, he still secretly received the emperor's secret letter, so he was relieved a lot.
The left minister was naturally happy, and the emperor lingered in the Furong tent all day, so he could gather power as soon as possible.
Feng Aotian has been by Gu Yefeng's side these days, and the relationship between the two has also increased a lot, and Gu Yefeng's tenacity and stubbornness have also allowed Feng Aotian to see the toughness in his bones.
Now that it is the fifth day, Gu Yefeng has been able to take 20 steps steadily from the first two steps, but he can only move forward slowly, half a beat slower than normal people.
Being able to stand up again and be able to walk like this is already a rare thing for Gu Yefeng. He now only wants to be able to walk like a normal person, that's enough.
Feng Aotian watched Gu Yefeng's recovery almost without any discomfort, thinking that Gong Yimin really didn't lie to her, and inexplicably thinking of the days when she spent time with him, she raised her eyes to look at Gu Yefeng, "Master tomorrow If you want to leave, you will proceed as planned."
"Okay." Gu Yefeng knew that she was going to leave after all, but his heart was still reluctant to give up. He hoped that he could be like this with her, that would be great.
Feng Aotian shook his hand, dropped a kiss on the back of his hand, and smiled lightly, "When you can walk, when you return to your father, don’t forget to put the words in the ancient book Tell me everything."
Gu Yefeng was startled again, staring at her, "The emperor is always so rude."
Feng Aotian laughed, and then took him into his arms, "These days have hurt you."
Gu Yefeng leaned quietly in her arms. In fact, he was fortunate that he still had this identity to help her. He just wanted her not to be too the way forward. Many times, when you stay with her By his side, he didn't feel that suffering was called suffering. Only when he was separated from her would he understand the suffering of longing. Now he has realized the heaviness of this feeling more and more, and he has also realized that he is useful.
Before dawn the next day, Feng Aotian left Caiguo and hurried back to China.
These days, Wei Zimo stayed in the restaurant, but couldn't sleep all night. He watched the red rash on his body become more and more dense, and it was accompanied by slight pains, as if thousands of ants were biting. He wanted to cut off all the eye-catching things from himself.
Finally, he still couldn't help, really took out a dagger, turned towards his own wrist, but was blocked by Xing Wuyun, who was watching in the dark, and the dagger fell to the ground with a "clang", Wei Zimo Dropped to the ground in despair.
Xing Wuyun looked at him for just a few days, and he became so haggard, unlike the cold and arrogant Wei Zimo back then, he just stared at him quietly, "I don't believe it, except for this method. There is no other way, just see what you are now."
Wei Zimo sneered, "What am I like?"
He raised his arms, already covered with red rash, he raised his hand and touched his face under his veil, "Are you going to let me lie under her with puss?"
Xing Wuyun knew Wei Zimo's pain, but he couldn't watch Wei Zimo abandon himself like this. If he held on like this, one day he would collapse.
The reason why Wei Zimo held on like this was just waiting for a hope, but the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Instead of making him suffer so painfully, it would be better to let him die.
Xing Wuyun sighed quietly, "If you really go, do you think she will be happy in this life? Do you want her to suffer the pain of losing the one you love again?"
Wei Zi lay on the carpet awkwardly, completely devoid of the noble air of the past, he smiled idiotically, "But, what should I do? What can I do? She came back and saw this picture of me. Isn’t it uncomfortable not to look like a human or a ghost? I would rather let her remember my best time than let her see me like a ghost."
Xing Wuyun said coldly, "There must be other ways."
As he said, he stepped out of the bedroom.
Wei Zimo is lying motionless, if there is a way, why does he do so.
After returning to the country, there are only Kyoto and three cities left, and most of the soldiers and horses in his hands are missing. Nan Yu has stayed in Kyoto. As long as he guards these four cities and prevents them from entering, then he will still The emperor who returned south.
Three days after Feng Aotian rushed to the south and returned to China, she first went to the nearest place Mu Hanyao.
Meteor has been very happy these few days. In the morning, he followed Mu Hanyao to train the soldiers, and he was standing aside, learning Mu Hanyao’s expression, with a cold face and wearing a special small armor. Wearing a helmet, holding a saber in one hand and putting one hand in his waist, looking up at the soldiers on the training ground, it was like that.
The dog looked at him, hummingly lying on one side, with a relaxed and contented appearance.
Feng Aotian turned over and got off the horse, and walked to the training ground without any effort, with his hands around his chest and leaning on one side. The morning light shone on her beautiful jade face, showing a bit of laziness.
Mu Hanyao just raised his eyes and met her with a smile, his mind moved a little, and he hurriedly stepped forward and walked in front of her. Seeing that there was a bit of exhaustion on her face, in front of the soldiers, he She hugged her arms and walked forward.
The soldiers only froze for a moment, and then continued to practice in Li Su's whispers.
Meteor saw Feng Aotian early in the morning, and now he is following Mu Hanyao, looking at Feng Aotian in his arms with a smile, and exclaiming happily, "Holy Lord, Meteor knows that you will come these few days. ."
Feng Aotian is indeed exhausted, leaning against Mu Hanyao's arms, wrapped in his strong arms, she closed her eyes with peace of mind, "Let the master take a break."
"Oh." Meteor responded with a smile, and after Mu Hanyao held her into the camp, he silently retreated out of the camp.
Mu Hanyao hugged Feng Aotian and walked to the bed in a stride, and put her down carefully, but Feng Aotian took advantage of the trend and hooked his neck, while he bent over and looked down at her, "The emperor..."
Feng Aotian pouted the corners of his mouth, "Kiss before going to bed."
Mu Hanyao's cold eyes showed a touch of pampering, and then he lowered his head and kissed her lips. Feng Aotian turned over and pressed him down, sucking his lips, and untied his armor with both hands. Slid in.
Meteor stood outside with his hands around his chest, looking up at the sky, estimating the time, and then walked in. As expected, Mu Hanyao was sorting out his clothes, while Feng Aotian was full of content, lying down. On the bed, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he went to sleep quietly.
Mu Hanyao raised his eyes and watched the meteor come in. His stern face was not half moved, but a touch of shyness flashed under his eyes, just when the meteor hit him, he just smiled, and then said, "You do Go ahead, the Lord has me here."
Mu Hanyao nodded slightly, then moved away from the camp.
Li Su walked over with a smile, and saw that there was a little warmth between Mu Hanyao's eyebrows. In this world, there is no one who can make General Mu smile except the emperor.
It was late at night when Feng Aotian woke up, and Mu Hanyao was sitting on one side, studying the deployment plan. Seeing that the bed was moving, he turned his eyes and saw that Feng Aotian was already on the bed.
He got up and walked to her side, "Is the emperor hungry?"
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "You haven't eaten yet?"
"Yeah." Mu Hanyao nodded, took the initiative to hold her hand, and walked forward.
Meteor supported his chin with his hands, dangling his legs, sitting on the carved chair beside him, "Can the Holy Lord find a way to crack the Millennium Spell?"
Feng Aotian just sat down, and Mu Hanyao ordered to prepare a meal, and then sat beside her.
Feng Aotian looked at the meteor, "Naturally I found it."
"It seems that the holy lord used the beauty trick." Meteor said slowly.
Feng Aotian raised his hand and knocked on his head, "Now he is more presumptuous."
Meteor held his head and looked at Feng Aotian with a grieved expression, "Is Meteor wrong?"
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Naturally, he was wrong. The master only makes beauties against his master."
Meteor snorted coldly, "The Yuluo Emperor is infatuated with the Holy Lord."
"He just wanted to take back what he had lost." Feng Aotian sneered, and raised his eyes to look at the meteor, "Is everything done for you?"
"Yeah." Meteor nodded and said, "The matter that the Holy Lord confessed, Meteor can't be careless."
Feng Aotian nodded and said, "I will meet with Nan Yu tomorrow as my master."
"Good." Meteor nodded with a smile.
Mu Hanyao looked at her, "The minister accompanies the emperor to go up."
Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanyao, "You can't go, just wait for the Lord here."
"Yes." Mu Hanyao replied in a deep voice. Now that dinner is ready, he picked up the chopsticks and put the vegetables in her bowl, "The emperor uses more."
Feng Aotian nodded and said, "Yes."
Meteor looked at the two people in front of him, just using it quietly.
After dinner, Feng Aotian led Mu Hanyao to stroll through the open grass. Now it is about to enter winter. The cold wind is rustling at night, and the cold wind rolls up the robes of the two of them, but there is no coldness.
Feng Aotian looked at him sideways, "I don't want to say something to the Lord?"
"How has the emperor been?" Mu Hanyao raised his eyes and looked into the distance, just squeezed her hand and walked forward step by step.
Feng Aotian replied with a smile, "Ye Feng can stand up and walk, Zi Mo was hit by the bones, Han Jin held on to his death, Yi Mu forgot everything..."
"The emperor." Mu Hanyao stopped and looked at the corner of her mouth with a smile, but his heart was aching, so she made him feel distressed.
He opened his arms and took her into his arms. "The minister is fine."
Feng Aotian leaned against his broad and thick embrace, and felt very at ease, rubbing gently, "Yes."
But it was the strong wind tonight, which evoked too much helplessness for her. Even the strongest person would suddenly feel vulnerable, while Feng Aotian felt a little vulnerable at this moment.
She gathered her mind, then left his arms and looked at him, "Go back and warm the bed for the Lord."
Seeing that she had recovered her previous expression, Mu Hanyao nodded heavily, "Okay."
Feng Qiguo, Wu Feng had just returned from the Feng Clan, and when he arrived at the courtyard, he saw Xing Wuyun lying on the recliner waiting for him.
He looked at Xing Wuyun frowning, and stepped forward unhurriedly, "I have been searching for medical skills these few days, and I am also studying other solutions, let me think about it again."
Xing Wuyun stood up, "You know, yesterday, before I noticed, he had cut his wrist with a dagger."
Wufeng raised his eyes and looked at him, "Then what are you doing here, don't stay with him."
"I'm scared." Xing Wuyun laughed mockingly, "I'm so afraid to see him."
Wu Feng understood Xing Wuyun's heart, and he continued, "Perhaps there is a way."
"What is it?" Xing Wuyun's gloomy face quickly showed joy.
"You know that Wuxiemen has a secret technique." Wufeng said, looking at Xing Wuyun.
"You mean?" Xing Wuyun's eyes flashed in sorrow, "This is too cruel, and the old man would not agree."
"Perhaps this is the only way." Wufeng looked at him, "Rather than letting him watch himself being tortured to death, it would be better to fight it once."
Xing Wuyun lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Let me think about it."
"There is not much time, you better think clearly." Wufeng said immediately.
Xing Wuyun raised his eyes to look at the sky in the distance, his eyes dimmed, "I know when to start."
"Tomorrow is the night of the full moon, and can better absorb the essence of the sun and moon. If he can survive every night, he can restore his original appearance until the eighth day of the next month." Wufeng said calmly.
"I understand." Xing Wuyun sighed quietly, and then left the courtyard.
No wind raised his eyes and looked at the moonlight, but thoughtfully.
When Xing Wuyun returned to the Floating Dream Palace, he saw Wei Zimo staring into the distance, but he didn't know what he was thinking.
He stepped forward and stood in front of the window, looking at him in a bright red brocade robe through the moonlight of the window lattice, standing with his hands out, his expression cold, but with endless despair.
He whispered, "If I have a way to restore your original appearance at the eighth of the next month, would you like to give it a try?"
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Listening to Xing Wuyun's words, Wei Zimo slowly returned to his senses, with a somewhat hoarse voice, "What is it?"
"Have you ever heard of a secret technique that is not taught in Wuxiemen, called reborn?" Xing Wuyun looked at Wei Zimo and said softly.
"This method is feasible?" Wei Zimo nodded slightly, naturally knowing.
"Well, but this process is very painful." Xing Wuyun looked at him, feeling sad.
Wei Zimo pursed his lips slightly, "Compared to what I am now, life is better than death, no amount of pain is nothing."
Xing Wuyun sighed quietly, "Then you prepare tonight, Wufeng will tell you what to do tomorrow."
"Okay." Wei Zimo seemed to have grasped a straw, with hope in his eyes.
On the second day, Feng Aotian took the meteor to Kyoto, where he returned to the south.
Mu Hanyao stood there looking at her leaving figure, looking down, but saw that the dog did not follow.
He squatted, stroking the head of the dog, then got up, and went to work on his official duties.
When Feng Aotian arrived in the capital, it was noon, the Furong Pavilion here had been destroyed by Nan Yu, and the restaurant opposite was also. Today's Kyoto is not as prosperous as it used to be.
Feng Aotian took the meteor and entered the palace directly. Nan Yu seemed to expect her to come, so he prepared a meal early in the morning and waited for her.
Feng Aotian descended gracefully and entered the bedroom without hurries. He raised his eyes to see Nan Yu with a small smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at her.
Feng Aotian also smiled, slowly walked to his front, sat down without seeing the outside, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and slowly used them.
Meteor leaped lightly and sat down. He was hungry and hungry a long time ago. Now it is natural to have food to be happy. Regardless of it, he began to gobble up.
"Aren't you afraid of me being poisoned?" Seeing Feng Aotian using it so calmly, he couldn't help asking.
Feng Aotian just raised his eyes and glanced at him, "I am invincible."
Nan Yu laughed, no longer said much, and used it with her.
After lunch, Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Nan Yu, "Is the Emperor Nanhui really sure that he can start the Millennium Curse?"
Nan Yu sneered, "Really, when the fish die, I will definitely start."
Feng Aotian let out a cry, and then stood up, "Then I will wait for the day when Nanhui Emperor starts the spell."
After that, she turned and left with Meteor.
Nan Yu looked at her and left like this, but didn't stop him. The drunkard's intention was not to drink. Feng Aotian must have her intention when he came, but what was it?
"Holy Lord, did you go back like this?" Meteor asked with a grin.
"If you don't go back like this, do you still want to stay for the New Year?" Feng Aotian gave a low laugh, looking at the meteor and said.
"Holy Lord, you are too cunning." Meteor said with a smile, and then flew away with her.
Mu Hanyao didn't expect Feng Aotian to come back so early. Seeing her enter the camp with a confident expression, he got up and stood, "The emperor, why are you so fast..."
Feng Aotian smiled and looked forward, "Are you willing to let the master stay?"
"No." Mu Hanyao whispered.
Feng Aotian smiled, "I'm back when things are done."
Mu Hanyao knew that Feng Aotian had her considerations, so he didn't need to ask more, as long as he obeyed.
Feng Aotian sat down and looked at the deployment plan on Mu Hanyao's desk. She raised her eyes and looked at him, "We will begin to deploy tomorrow to attack the city."
"Yes." Mu Hanyao had been preparing, had waited for a long time, and now hearing Feng Aotian say this, he quickly responded.
Feng Aotian took his hand and rubbed his slightly cocooned palm, "Tomorrow master will accompany you to attack the city."
"Okay." Mu Hanyao rarely smiled.
The corner of Meteor's mouth curled, then turned around and walked away dingy.
Feng Aotian leaned against Mu Hanyao's arms and whispered, "After Nan returns to the country, you will take a good rest for a few days."
Mu Hanyao chuckled and replied, "The minister is used to being busy, if he really rests, he is really not used to it."
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Can I be idle with the Lord?"
Mu Hanyao heard the meaning of Feng Aotian's words, and couldn't help asking, "There are other people around the emperor. You can't let your ministers accompany you alone."
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and raised his chin, "What do you mean by that, should I leave you out?"
Mu Hanyao hugged her tightly and whispered, "Chen didn't mean that."
Feng Aotian snorted coldly, "What does that mean? Don't you want your master to be with you?"
Mu Hanyao whispered, "Just thinking about the second brother and Xiaoyaohou, the minister felt that they needed the emperor more."
Listening to his words, Feng Aotian warmed his heart, put his arms around his neck, and looked up at him, "The Lord will not favor one or the other."
"The future is long, the minister and the emperor still have a lifetime." Mu Hanyao lowered his eyes to look at Feng Aotian, and said in a low voice.
Feng Aotian nodded slightly, "Yes, it will be long in the future."
Today is the night of the full moon, in Fengqi, Wei Zimo is already standing in the courtyard, looking at his expression without wind, he is indeed not angry.
He spoke lightly, "Take this clothes off, take off the clothes later, and sit in the hot tub."
"Okay." Wei Zimo nodded slightly, then raised his hand, took the bowl and drank it, and felt bitter in his mouth, but he didn't even frown.
He is now in the courtyard, looking at the big medicine furnace built not far away, the hot water is emitting black smoke, he took off his clothes without hesitation and went into the bathtub.
The black smoke immediately penetrated into one's skin, as if it were in the middle of the sky, with a thousand cuts of pain.
The face under the veil was pale, and he bit his lips tightly, so that he didn't make a sound, but just silently endured it.
Seeing him like this, Wufeng could only turn his back to him, and then raised his eyes to see that the bright full moon was shining on him. He continued, "The Qi guards the dantian, the heart is not distracted, and uses internal strength to absorb the essence of the sun and moon."
Wei Zimo endured the pain and began to work slowly, and then saw the moonlight spilling on him, and the black mist around him was wrapped in white mist. It was obviously a hot potion, but now he saw the cold and biting.
Xing Wuyun couldn't bear to look any longer. This kind of pain was beyond the end of ordinary people. Thinking of Mu Hanjin, now it is Wei Zimo again. He clenched his fist, as if to crush the initiator.
Wufeng stepped forward and patted Xing Wuyun's shoulder, "These are all fortunes of their own."
Xing Wuyun took a deep breath, "I have to endure such pain every night, really..."
"Tonight is the night of the full moon, but tomorrow I will put him in the ice cellar." No wind continued, "The ice jade cold bed in your palace can be used."
"Is that place a robbery?" Xing Wuyun couldn't help asking.
Wufeng smiled indifferently, "If it is calamity or fate, it is also a blessed place."
Listening to Wufeng's words, Xing Wuyun sighed, "You can see it thoroughly."
No wind said in a low voice, "Brother can think of a good solution?"
"What countermeasure?" Xing Wuyun was startled slightly, looking at Wufeng and asked.
"Gong Yi Min," he continued.
Xing Wuyun immediately sat on one side, but he didn't want to see Wei Zimo's place. He just whispered, "What can be done?"
"Do you really think you can hide it from me?" Wufeng sat down and poured a cup of tea for him.
Xing Wuyun had no intention of drinking tea, and then pushed it to the side, "It's just prepared."
"Gong Yimin is not a simple person, he has a mind that no one can detect. In this world, only one person can deal with him, and it does not cost a single soldier." The meaning of the windless talk is obvious.
"If this is the case, why should he bother so hard?" Xing Wuyun couldn't help but sneered. "What he wants is just her, and what she wants is not him alone."
No wind turned the tea cup in his hand, "This is fate."
Xing Wuyun laughed, "Should I be grateful for this fate? Or should I sigh that I met her?"
"It's easy to get someone, but it's hard to get someone's heart, especially her heart." Wufeng looked at Xing Wuyun from his side, "You are afraid that your heart is broken."
The corner of Xing Wuyun's mouth raised a smile that could not be concealed, "I feel relieved when I think of her attitude towards Gong Yimin."
"It's better for you to be careful. If he can threaten you once, he can threaten you a second time. Since he is bound to win her, then he will definitely get rid of everyone around her one by one." Wufeng watched. Xing Wuyun went on to say, "You have dealt with him for so long, which time hasn't it been defeated?"
Xing Wuyun was relieved of the pain by Wufeng and snorted coldly.
"What about the people next to you?" Wufeng raised his eyes to look at him, then looked at Wei Zimo on the side, "Look at him, this is just the beginning."
Xing Wuyun pondered carefully, raising his eyes to look towards Wufeng, "Then I won't just sit and wait for death. I was just forbearing, and I owed him a life, but now I pay it back. I don't owe him anything anymore. Want him to continue hurting me? hurt Zi Mo, want to hurt her more?"
Wufeng knows that Xing Wuyun has been hiding his low temper. He has always placed himself as a person who is content with the status quo. If he touches his bottom line, he will expose his original nature.
No wind chuckled, "You are not his opponent."
Xing Wuyun sneered, "Why do you have to speak for him?"
"It's just a matter of fact." Wufeng smiled again. "You were cultivated by him, don't you know his temperament?"
"Because of this, I will understand him better." Xing Wuyun raised his eyes slightly and smiled evilly at the corner of his mouth. "However, his mind is indeed deep. Now I have to be prepared and can no longer be passive."
"Ah..." A tearing voice sounded, interrupting the conversation between the two of them, turning around, and seeing Wei Zimo raising his head, his body was full of hostility, and his expression was even more painful.
Xing Wuyun hurriedly got up and wanted to pass, but was stopped by Wufeng, "Now only he can help him."
"I thought I had suffered enough, but I didn't expect that he..." Xing Wuyun's eyes flashed with dim light, then turned around and couldn't bear to look.
Wufeng knows that Xing Wuyun treats Wei Zimo as a family member, and they have experienced together, perhaps more than him.
Time slowly passed, until the full moon faded, Wei Zimo seemed to be coated with a layer of radiance, he opened his eyes slightly, and looked at the red rash that was still all over his body, he looked towards no wind. I thought I would go back to the past when I wake up."
Wufeng did not step forward, but looked at Xing Wuyun, "Hand him your iron-cut dagger."
"What are you going to do?" Xing Wuyun asked quickly.
"Use all the red rashes on your body to cut open." Wufeng said lightly, looking at Wei Zimo, "Are you coming by yourself or?"
"I'll do it myself." Wei Zimo had such a plan early in the morning. He raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Bring it."
Xing Wuyun slowly took out the dagger from his arms. With a move of his wrist, the dagger fell into Wei Zimo's hand. He pulled out the dagger and cut it to the rash on his arm.
Xing Wuyun turned around again, and then walked out, "I'll look at Lan Jingshu."
No wind knew that if he stayed any longer, he would go crazy, but he couldn't stop watching.
Xing Wuyun hurriedly left, and then flew into Jinxuan Palace. Lan Jingshu just lay down and went to bed when he heard the sound of footsteps outside. He then got up and saw Xing Wuyun walked in with a gloomy face.
"What's wrong with you?" Lan Jingshu walked down, wearing a long gown, and sat down beside him.
"Want to kill." Xing Wuyun did have the urge to kill, and the knuckles made a crisp sound.
"It's about the Lord Hou?" Lan Jingshu knew only a few things that could make him angry, and Wei Zimo's poison was one of them.
"Yeah." Xing Wuyun looked at Lan Jingshu, "Have you ever had any pain?"
"Are you talking about heartache or body pain?" Lan Jingshu asked next.
"Body pain." Xing Wuyun whispered.
"Yes." Lan Jingshu looked at him, "I remember that when I first entered the palace, I was beaten all over by the prince at the time when I was going to bed at night. The feeling that the whip soaked in salt water hit my body, I still remember, I will feel piercing pain."
Xing Wuyun paused briefly. He had never experienced this before, but he had experienced on earth. However, it was mental torture, and compared to physical pain, mental pain was bone-cutting pain.
"Then how did you get through it?" Xing Wuyun looked at Lan Jingshu and couldn't help but remember that he used to be an energetic young talent, thinking that Lan Jingshu was so arrogant, but now he is Such humility.
Lan Jingshu poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to him, "There are two ways to relieve pain in this world, one is to hate someone, the other is to love someone."
"Did you hate the emperor?" Xing Wuyun asked in a low voice.
"I swear to ask, who didn't hate it? They were all flying free eagles, but they had their wings broken abruptly, trapped in a cage, living a life of being bullied all day long, who wouldn't hate it?" Lan Jingshu Wen Sheng said, "However, gradually this hatred became numb, cautious, and rounded up his temper."
Xing Wuyun looked at him and couldn't help asking, "Then when did your mind about the emperor change?"
"Leaning on her shoulder for the first time..." Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at him, "When I first went down Lianghuai, I blocked an arrow and fell into the river. I didn't expect that she would jump down with me desperately. The bit by bit that happened after that can change my mind about her."
Xing Wuyun listened to his words and couldn't help but sighed, "When did you say that she took care of us?"
Lan Jingshu knows that she is very good to each of them, but he understands better that at the beginning she was heartless, but now she is pretending to be them.
He chuckled, "Whenever, I just need to know that she is my life and everything to me now."
"Yes." Xing Wuyun replied in a low voice.
"I remember that Han Jin chased Lianghuai from the capital and told me that she was his life. At that time, my heart was severely grabbed and looked at him incredulously. Later, I understood that sentence. That means Han Jin has given her everything she has without reservation." Lan Jingshu whispered, "Especially your bohemian temper is willing to be led by her nose. At that time, I understood that, in fact, you already have her in your heart, but you have been running away so that you missed many days with her."
"Yeah, thinking about it now, I was really stupid at the time." Xing Wuyun couldn't smile, and suddenly remembered Wei Zimo, so when did he think about her? What is he supporting him now? Is it love for her?
Lan Jingshu looked at Xing Wuyun thoughtfully, and then said,
Don’t think too much. Many things are destined. Whether it’s you or me, the same person is the one who is most concerned about in my heart, and she is you and me. The source of this, if there is no her, what is the meaning of life for you and me? Maybe this is fate, it is destined, in this life, we have the same person, he will definitely stick to it for the emperor."
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