Xu Feng's mind went blank for a moment, before he could understand the meaning of that sentence, he saw a flash of sword light, and a strange sharp pain came from his right wrist.
The palace lord smiled, still looking unparalleled.
Xu Feng watched the blood beads dripping down the tip of the sword, and finally understood that the veins in his right hand had been severed, and from now on... he would never be able to use the sword again.
The subordinates sent by the palace lord turned back at this time, two of them were still injured, they clasped their fists and said back: "Palace lord, the subordinates are incompetent, they couldn't find Mr. Murong."
The palace lord glanced at the wounds on their bodies and asked, "Did you meet someone from Murong's family?"
"yes."
"How many people were folded?"
"Three people."
The Palace Master frowned.
Liu Yue said: "Palace Master, let the subordinates go down and meet them."
"No need, Murong's family is very powerful, so they must have found Murong Fei, so there is no need to take risks."
"But… "
The palace lord said indifferently: "There is nothing to do, let's withdraw."
"The palace lord has painstakingly planned and managed to lure Murong Fei into the shell. If he leaves at this time, wouldn't all previous efforts be wasted? There will be no such opportunities in the future..."
The palace lord didn't speak, but his black eyes darkened slightly, and he smiled slowly.
Liu Yue knew the palace master's temper, knew that he was always happy and angry, although she was smiling at this moment, she was already angry, and she dared not speak up now. The palace lord did not give instructions on how to deal with Xu Feng, but who dared to let him go? Liu Yue thought for a while, grabbed the man on the horse, and took him away together.
Xu Feng bled a lot, and the wounds on his body were already numb. He was in a daze along the way, and it took an unknown amount of time before everyone stopped in front of a courtyard with three entrances. This courtyard looks ordinary, but the inside is decorated like a wealthy family's house. The palace owner got off his horse and went straight to the main house.
Liu Yue followed behind and asked, "Palace Master, how should we deal with that kid driving the car?"
"Just throw it outside the door."
"That's all? This kid has ruined the palace lord's affairs."
The palace lord didn't look back, and said nonchalantly: "Isn't he injured? When the blood runs out, he will die naturally."
It was only then that Liu Yue realized that this meant to make Xu Feng die in pain. The Palace Mistress Xindao was really cruel, but she didn't dare to intercede. outside the yard.
The sky was getting dark, Xu Feng had been tossed for so long, his body had already lost his strength, and he fell to the ground and couldn't get up. But he won't die for a while, he just feels weaker and weaker. The feeling of waiting to die is really more difficult than piercing the heart with a sword.
He thought of being adopted by the master since he was a child, and he had not had time to repay his great kindness. He thought of being separated from his elder brother since he was a child, and he had not yet found the whereabouts of his relatives, so he inevitably felt some fear in his heart. But then I thought of those heroes in the story, all of them are upright and respectful of death. Although I have been abolished in martial arts, I can't die like a wimp, and I immediately feel a sense of pride. Then he yelled at the closed door.
At the beginning, he still couldn't let it go, tossing and turning, he only scolded the palace owner for being licentious and shameless, and the Palace of Bliss for doing a lot of evil. But if you think about cursing, practice makes perfect. After cursing and cursing, I gradually became smoother, swearing all the obscenities I read in books and heard from my seniors.
After scolding, even I didn't know what I said, I just thought that even if he couldn't live, it would not be a loss to scold him like this.
At this moment, a "squeak" sound was heard, and the door suddenly opened.
The palace lord had already bathed, and now she changed into black clothes, her black hair was still wet, so she draped it casually on her shoulders, walked up to Xu Feng under the moonlight, and picked up his black hair with the toe of her shoe. Chin, asked: "Who do you say looks like a woman and likes to be pressed down the most?"
Xu Feng was in a daze, and he didn't remember scolding him like that before, but he refused to show weakness, and immediately replied: "Isn't it precisely for this reason that you worked so hard to arrest Mr. Murong? You really have no shame!"
The palace lord glanced at him, but smiled instead of anger, and said: "You are very courageous. Just let you die like this, it will take advantage of you."
Saying that, he touched several acupuncture points of Xu Feng, temporarily stopped the bleeding for him, and dragged his feet into the room upside down.
Xu Feng guessed that this person was going to find another way to torture himself, but because he didn't know what he wanted to do, he felt even more frightened. Unexpectedly, after the palace lord dragged him into the room, he was thrown up and onto the bed.
Xu Feng knew that the man would not be so kind to let him rest, his back touched the soft bed, his heart felt cold for a while, and even his teeth chattered a little: "You, what are you doing?"
The palace lord smiled at him, and asked back: "When you talk about this bed, what else can I, a pervert, do?"
While speaking, he reached out and untied Xu Feng's clothes.
Xu Feng flicked it violently, and wanted to fight him desperately.
But his martial arts were abolished, and he was seriously injured. How can he be the opponent of the palace lord? Limbs were soon crushed. The man's fiery and vigorous body came up and licked his ear lightly, making him fearful and disgusted at the same time.
"Since you let Murong Fei go, I will reluctantly let you go instead."
As soon as the words fell, Xu Feng felt a chill in his lower body, his legs were forcefully pulled apart, and then a hard and hot object came up, tearing his body severely.
"Ah-ah-"
Xu Feng screamed uncontrollably, his lower body seemed to be being cut inch by inch with a knife, as if he was in purgatory. Only now did he know why Murong Fei would rather die than fall into the hands of Bliss Palace.
"ah-"
Xu Feng yelled and finally woke up from the nightmare. Although it was early autumn, he was sweating profusely, and the old wound on his wrist was aching.
Jin Shu heard the movement, pushed the door open and said, "What's wrong, Young Master? But you've been haunted again?"
Xu Feng waved his hand: "Nothing."
"Master, is he going to get up? It's very lively outside today."
"What's wrong?"
Jin Shu chuckled, and said, "The palace master has sent some people over, waiting to serve the young master."
Xu Feng was stunned, and before he could ask further, he heard the sound of small footsteps, and several green-clothed girls came in one file at a time, holding water basins, handkerchiefs and other things. The leader is a bright-eyed and kind-hearted woman named Su Xin, but she is He Tingzhou's big servant girl. She is most useful on weekdays, and she is indispensable for daily life, so she was sent here unexpectedly.
Xu Feng was confused for a moment, unable to figure out what He Tingzhou meant.
The group of young girls blessed him, said that they had seen the young master, and gathered around to wait for him to wash.
Xu Feng has always been Jinshu's only servant, has he ever seen such a scene? Repeatedly said: "I'll just do it myself, I don't dare to work for a few girls."
Su Xin pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Sisters will work in this Cuizhuxuan in the future, you don't have to be polite."
While talking, he twisted a handkerchief with warm water and handed it to Xu Feng.
Xu Feng had no choice but to accept it, but felt a pain in the palm of his hand. He was pricked by something. When he looked down, blood beads appeared in his palm. Su Xin said that she should be damned, and hurriedly took back the handkerchief, only saying that she had acted improperly and wanted to ask the young master to punish her.
Xu Feng was originally a martial arts practitioner, so he would not take such a small injury seriously, and he would not embarrass a woman, so he exposed the matter in a few words.
Su Xin breathed a sigh of relief, quietly hid the veil, and asked someone to take the wound medicine and apply it to Xu Feng.
After being so busy for a while, he finally washed up. After Xu Feng got dressed, he went to the main hall and saw that breakfast had already been prepared, which was much richer than what he usually eats. Everything that happened in the past two days was weird, but he didn't feel strange, thinking that even if the sky fell, he would die with a full stomach, so he sat down and ate with peace of mind.
Although there is only one breakfast, the porridge is fragrant and thick, and there are several kinds of salty and sweet desserts, all of which Xu Feng likes to eat. He keeps chopsticks in his hand, and he is full. After eating, Su Xin smiled and said: "The palace master's words are really good."
Xu Feng looked over in puzzlement.
Su Xin explained: "The palace lord has to practice in the morning, so he couldn't come to accompany the young master to have a meal, so he asked us to bring him the same dishes he usually likes to eat. It seems that the palace lord planned well, and the young master really likes it .”
Xu Feng felt awkward when he heard that he had the same taste as that person. Usually, after breakfast, he would practice boxing in the yard. At this time, a group of young girls were smiling and watching, but it was difficult to perform, so he had to take out a book and read it. Su Xin and the others found their own jobs and went to work, so they didn't bother him. Only Jin Shu kept smiling all the time, yelling, "All the hardships are rewarding, the young master is finally favored."
Xu Feng didn't believe that he could get any favor. With He Tingzhou's character, there might be some conspiracy and trap waiting for him.
A morning passed by suddenly, and at noon, He Tingzhou came again in person. Along with him, there was a middle-aged scribe in his forties, a person in the Palace of Bliss, his appearance was naturally good, especially the three long beards under his chin, which were quite fairy-like.
Xu Feng didn't recognize this person, he only heard He Tingzhou call him his uncle. The only one who can be called this by He Tingzhou is an elder named Song Wen. I heard that this person has excellent medical skills, but he has been in seclusion all year round, and he can't see him in leisure time. For some reason, he also came to Cuizhuxuan.
He Tingzhou ordered the idlers to retreat, and still looked at Xu Feng with the same strange eyes from yesterday, and asked Song Wen, "Master, that matter... are you sure?"
Song Wen said with a straight face: "Since the palace master doesn't believe it, why bother to ask me to confirm?"
He Tingzhou fell silent, and clenched his fisted right hand.
Only then did Xu Feng realize that his hands were wrapped in white cloth, as if he had been injured.
He Tingzhou was quiet for a while before he said: "Master uncle please give him a pulse."
Xu Feng wondered, "What pulse is diagnosed?"
He Tingzhou smiled at Xu Feng and said, "Just take a look, it's nothing to worry about."
Xu Feng felt that he was like meat on a chopping board, but let alone the pulse, even his life was in his hands, so he sat down at the table and stretched out his right hand to let Song Wen feel the pulse.
Song Wen squinted his eyes for a while, twitched the long beard under his chin, and said: "Insufficient qi and blood, and the meridian is not smooth. I think I have taken medicine to suppress internal force."
He Tingzhou said: "I'm already preparing the antidote. In a few days, the poison on his body will be cured and his internal strength will be restored."
Song Wen nodded: "The young man is in good health, and there are no other serious problems. The most important thing is the injury to his right hand..."
Xu Feng's heart tightened, he didn't notice that He Tingzhou's face changed slightly, waiting for Song Wen to say the following.
But Song Wen sighed and said: "The veins of the right hand have been destroyed, and it is an old injury. Even if Hua Tuo comes back to life, it will be difficult to cure."
He Tingzhou's sword was ruthless and accurate at the beginning, and it was originally intended to destroy his martial arts. Xu Feng had expected this result, and he didn't feel so disappointed. Instead, He Tingzhou put his hand on the table and asked: " Even the uncle can't do anything?"
"If you recover well, you can still hold chopsticks, but if you want to use a sword... it's no longer possible."
He Tingzhou stayed for a while, then slowly turned to look at Xu Feng.
Xu Feng met his gaze and felt his heart tremble, unable to describe what kind of expression it was. Like, like being stabbed in the chest by someone, the pain is unbearable.
But how
The one who can no longer use the sword is Xu Feng, not He Tingzhou.
Xu Feng was in a daze for a while, and when he looked again, the person in front of him had returned to his usual expression and smile. Xu Feng laughed secretly at his own dizziness, and patiently listened to Song Wen's nagging, and asked Jin Shu to accept his prescription. Although his right hand could not use a sword, it would be good to be able to use chopsticks.
After Song Wen's pulse was diagnosed, he left. He Tingzhou sent him to the door, and asked in a low voice, "Master, maybe you can think of another way?"
Song Wen said helplessly: "I'll go back and look through the medical books, but this matter is likely to be impossible, so don't worry too much, Palace Master."
He Tingzhou didn't make a sound, and after Song Wen left, he stared at the hibiscus flowers in the courtyard in a trance.
Su Xin came up and asked: "It's almost noon, can the palace master have dinner here?"
He Tingzhou looked at Xu Feng and saw that he was reading a book, he didn't even glance over here, he said with a wry smile: "I have other things to do, you can serve the young master for dinner."
After a pause, he said, "You did a good job today, and you will be rewarded in the future."
Of course Su Xin knew what she was referring to, thanked her quickly, and sent He Tingzhou out of Cuizhuxuan.
Xu Feng was relieved to hear that he didn't have to eat at the same table with He Tingzhou, thinking that he could eat two more bowls of rice without having to face this person.
As soon as He Tingzhou left, there was a "pop" sound in the room, and the table that was used to feel the pulse just now shattered from the middle, and with just a light touch, it became a pile of sawdust.
Jin Shu wondered: "It's fine, why is this table broken?"
Su Xin said: "I'm afraid it has been used for a long time, and the inner part has been rotten, and I will send someone to replace it in a while."
Xu Feng is a martial arts practitioner, and he knew at a glance that the table was smashed by someone's internal force. If this palm hit an ordinary person, his heart would probably be broken. Why did He Tingzhou show his hand on purpose
Xu Feng couldn't figure it out, so he just stopped thinking about it. After lunch, he still enjoyed the coolness under the grape arbor, and he had a good time.
In just two days, his status in the Palace of Bliss has been turned upside down. In the past, the palace lord might not have favored him even once in two or three months, Cuizhuxuan's family was neglected, and he could barely meet the expenses of food and clothing. Now the palace lord even sent his most confidant personal maid to him, and other things were sent to his room like water, the news of Xu Feng's favor was spread in less than half a day.
There is jealousy, there is envy, and of course there is also joy——Jin Shu has been drifting while walking these days.
But Xu Feng knew that there must be an inside story about this matter, so he put all his energy into it and only waited for He Tingzhou to make a move. After a few days like this, He Tingzhou really prepared an antidote for him to restore his inner strength. After Xu Feng took it, he felt a trace of heat rising from his dantian, and it spread to the limbs and bones with the operation of his power. It was very warm. Comfortable.
When He Tingzhou asked about it, Xu Feng deliberately concealed the truth, only saying that his internal strength recovered very slowly, so as to prepare for his escape from the Palace of Bliss in the future. He Tingzhou did not doubt that he was there, and would come to Cuizhuxuan almost every day, sometimes to have a meal with him, sometimes to talk to him, and sometimes just to watch him tend the flowers and plants. There is only one peculiar thing, that is, He Tingzhou never stays overnight in Cuizhuxuan, and every time he checks the time is about the same, he hastily gets up and leaves.
Xu Feng was exactly what he wanted, so he was naturally allowed to go.
This day He Tingzhou was free and spent the whole afternoon in Xu Feng's house. After dinner, he leisurely leaned on the couch and read the books that Xu Feng often read. He has come here every day recently, and he has almost read the words Xu Feng collected with great difficulty.
When Xu Feng saw it, he couldn't help but said: "If the Palace Master likes it, why don't you take all these books back and read them slowly, so that you don't have to run to my place every day."
He Tingzhou looked up at him, then lowered his head again, and said indifferently: "Do you think I come here every day just to read?"
Xu Feng was stunned and couldn't answer for a moment.
Under the dim candlelight, He Tingzhou's handsome face was like a painting, his eyelashes were especially black and thick, flapping gently like butterfly wings, he said in a low voice, "Do you really not know whether I read books or people?"
When Xu Feng heard him ask this question, he was too frightened to speak.
He Tingzhou didn't dare to push him too hard, he swallowed the words and changed the subject: "How much of your internal strength has recovered?"
Xu Feng was already half healed, but he said, "Twenty to thirty percent."
"This matter needs to be done step by step, there is no need to rush."
"… Um."
The two chatted for a few words before they had nothing to say. Xu Feng thought of what He Tingzhou said just now, and felt inexplicably uneasy. He Tingzhou was also absent-minded, and he didn't turn over a page after reading it for a long time.
Just at this time, there was a sound of Bipao, and the lamp exploded for a while, and then went out.
The room suddenly darkened.
Xu Feng stood up and said, "I asked Jin Shu to move the lamp over here."
He couldn't distinguish clearly in the darkness, he just took a step when a hand grabbed his wrist, and He Tingzhou whispered in his ear, "Wait a minute."
Xu Feng stopped in his tracks, feeling the slender fingers groping on his wrist for a while, and finally pressing on the old scar from the past, stroking gently with his fingertips, and then He Tingzhou's voice sounded like a sigh: "What is there in your heart? hate me?"
Xu Feng broke into a cold sweat.
This question is so embarrassing, how should he answer it
If he was still the kid who first entered the rivers and lakes three years ago, he would definitely jump up and scold He Tingzhou severely. More than hate? He can't wait to eat his flesh and sleep his skin. But after three years of torture, he has long lost his original vigor, knowing what to say and what not to say. He still wanted to escape from the Palace of Bliss, but he couldn't die here.
At this time, the sound of Jin Shu's footsteps could be heard outside the door, and a faint light came in through the crack of the door.
Xu Feng carefully hid his emotions, lowered his eyes and said, "Why does the Palace Master ask this again? No matter what, I am already a member of the Palace of Bliss, and I will always be by Palace Master's side in my whole life."
This is not what he really said.
He Tingzhou didn't expose him, but just smiled, and there was a bit of sadness in that expression.