In his dream, Wen Qingci seemed to relive the original owner's twenty years of life.
He had a carefree childhood.
The family makes a living by collecting herbs. Although they are not rich, they have no worries about food and clothing.
The only difficult thing in life is to memorize complicated medical books.
Until that year, the homeland changed dramatically.
At a young age, he understood what it meant to lose both his family and his family.
He dragged a straw mat and buried his relatives in the earth with his own hands.
With a little persistence and a word he heard when he met Shan Lin by chance, he stumbled to the outside of the Valley of Miracle Doctors.
Wen Qingci knelt outside the valley for a long time, unable to get up, until the old valley master appeared, when he finally succumbed to exhaustion and fainted.
He slept for several days before finally waking up.
It was during that coma that Wen Qingci remembered... the world he lived in was a novel he had read before his death in his previous life.
His fate had already been written - he would be torn into pieces by the new emperor.
Now that he recalled everything, Wen Qingci only needed to stay away from Yongdu and not wade into the muddy water of Taishu Palace to avoid a tragic ending.
But he didn't do that.
In contrast.
He read by candlelight at night and traveled around the world.
Facing anger and curses, risking death, he dissected the bodies to find the answers.
Wen Qingci dissected more and more corpses, and the notes in his hands became thicker and thicker.
The name "Fairy-faced Rakshasa" also spread throughout the world.
Days outside the valley are mostly lonely.
People avoided him like the plague, but he never cared.
And every time I returned to the valley, I would stay in my room reading and studying.
Until the medicine servant brought a letter into the valley: Concubine Lan asked Eunuch Zhao to look for a poison that could kill people without them being seen in the Valley of Divine Doctors.
This letter from Yongdu finally fell into Wen Qingci's hands.
He did not give Concubine Lan poison, but personally made fragrant pills and sent them to the palace.
The incense pills containing heavy metals will make people crazy and stupid, and the emperor will definitely look for famous doctors at that time.
Wen Qingci wants to take this opportunity to enter the palace.
Not only does he want revenge, he wants it personally.
In addition to killing the old emperor, Wen Qingci also wants to let this dusty history see the light of day again.
This is something only he can do.
"Fu Ming Tang" also writes that Xie Bufeng, the final boss who only appears in a few scenes in the novel, can hear the evil thoughts in people's hearts.
So before leaving, Wen Qingci tried to use his inner strength to stimulate his brain, and then hypnotized himself to temporarily bury all the memories and hatred of the past twenty years deep in his heart.
Hatred and malice are difficult to disguise and hide.
There is very little content about Xie Bufeng in the novel, and Wen Qingci is not sure whether he has any father-son feelings towards Xie Zhaolin in the early stage.
In order to ensure that the plan went smoothly, he had to do this.
When Wen Qing left, he promised his senior brother that he would return to the valley after taking revenge.
But in reality, he was bent on revenge and had already prepared himself for a tragic death as described in the original book.
His internal strength is not deep, and the hypnosis will gradually lose its effect after a few years.
Having read the original novel, he knew that Xie Zhaolin did not trust the ministers around him, but instead valued people without real power such as eunuchs and imperial physicians.
As long as you do your best to treat the patient, you will gradually gain his trust and even become his confidant.
According to Wen Qingci's calculations, Xie Bufeng's memory will slowly recover after he goes to the battlefield.
By then, Xie Zhaolin, who was poisoned by heavy metals, should have become unconscious and reduced to a puppet.
And he could use his status as the emperor's confidant to take this opportunity to contact the court and the public, find a way to make the affairs of Song Xiufu public, and then kill him with his own hands.
This was Wen Qingci's first attempt, and the results were not very successful.
Although he forgot everything in this life, the memories and emotions of his previous life also became blurred, and even a lot of them were forgotten.
Xie Bufeng can hear the malicious thoughts in people's hearts, and this is one of them.
But overall, Wen Qingci achieved his goal almost perfectly.
The only variable is that he has no memory of the past twenty years and has forgotten that Xie Bufeng can hear the malice in people's hearts, so he is a little too bold and kind.
Wen Qingci and Xie Bufeng are closer than in the original novel.
Therefore, I pressed the fast-forward button for the following plot.
Before Wen Qingci could naturally recover his memory, the plot had already rushed all the way to where it is now.
So, I am the original owner
It turns out that Xie Bufeng can hear the malice in people's hearts?!
While drowsy, Wen Qingci couldn't tell which of the two pieces of information was more shocking.
Before he had time to think more, his thoughts were once again shattered by the memories that came flooding in like a tide.
Every book he had read in the past twenty years came to his mind one by one.
In his sleep, Wen Qingci returned to the bamboo house in the valley.
He saw himself lying alone in bed, clenching his teeth.
The internal force stabbed deep into his forehead like a knife.
His hands were clenched into fists at his side, and breathing became extremely labored.
-does it worth
Are you willing to throw away everything you have learned in the past twenty years and even sacrifice your own life for revenge
Many years ago, in the Valley of Divine Doctors, he was determined to kill the emperor and give justice to the people of Songxiu Mansion, and his answer was "worth it".
And at this moment, the voice in his heart asked him again - is it worth it
Now is not the time for memory to recover naturally.
If you force yourself to remember all that, the pain you’ll suffer will only be greater than it was back then.
Wen Qingci’s answer is still “worth it”.
At this moment, he clearly realized that after studying medicine for twenty years, his obsession was no longer to kill people, but to save people.
Let there never be another Shanyujian in the world.
*
Xie Bufeng plucked up the courage, stretched out his finger, and gently touched Wen Qingci's arm.
The skin that was once as cold and delicate as white porcelain was now covered with light pink scars.
The old and the new are intertwined and the place is uneven.
There used to be blood holes here so deep that the bones could be seen.
Now that he understands pain, he doesn't even dare to imagine how painful Wen Qingci's hand once was.
It turned out that he was injured again without knowing it.
Xie Bufeng felt sad, angry and helpless.
The thick smoke changed direction due to the wind and rushed over.
Xie Bufeng hugged Wen Qingci tightly as if he had just woken up from a dream and went towards the Lianhe County Government Office.
Sparks were blown by the wind and splashed onto Xie Bufeng's body, leaving a small scar.
But he seemed to be unaware of it and didn't even frown.
He even took off his outer shirt and wrapped it tightly around Wen Qingci.
Xie Bufeng kept putting his fingers on Wen Qingci's neck to check his breathing and pulse.
Over and over again, as if possessed.
Wen Qingci's breathing seemed to be intermittent and his pulse was strong at times and weak at times.
The most fatal point was that Wen Qingci's internal force began to rush around uncontrollably.
This collision is aimless and is almost an indiscriminate attack on all organs.
Fear spread in Xie Bufeng's heart.
Although he was already the emperor, he realized belatedly on this day that he was still trapped in Taishu Palace on that snowy night and had not been freed to this day.
Outside the county government office, the sun was scorching and yellow papers were flying.
Countless people wailed along the streets and sent their loved ones to the outskirts of the city in thin coffins.
There was silence in the county government office.
Song Junran, who had been busy outside just now, pushed away the imperial doctors who had gathered around him, hurriedly kicked open the locked courtyard gate and ran over.
"Get out of the way, everyone!" The next moment he sat down on the edge of the bed and rolled up Wen Qingci's sleeves.
"Yes, yes!" Seeing this, Yu Guanlin hurriedly retreated, led his people out, and closed the door very skillfully.
Then he waved his hand to the frightened doctors around him and said, "Alright, alright, go away. Go and do other things!"
"Yes, Lord Yu."
After everyone had left, Yu Guanlin slowly turned around and looked back towards Wen Qingci's room.
Just now he smelled a familiar fragrance from this quack doctor.
If I remember correctly, Wen Qingci also has this smell on him.
But didn't Wen Qingci... die a long time ago
In the middle of summer, Yu Guanlin felt a chill on his back.
The wooden door kept the midsummer afternoon sun out of the house.
It turned into a layer of light gold and fell on Wen Qingci's wrist.
Song Junran has always adhered to the medical philosophy of treating the disease if it can be cured, and leaving it to fate if it cannot be cured.
In all his years as a doctor, he had never been as nervous as he was at that moment.
He placed his hand on Wen Qingci's wrist, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, and for a moment he couldn't even feel his pulse.
He totally loses the reputation of a miracle doctor.
"There's something wrong with his internal energy," Xie Bufeng, who was standing aside, said quickly, "It seems to be colliding among his internal organs."
Song Junran paused, then immediately tightened his grip on Wen Qingci's wrist.
After holding his breath to conduct the investigation, he immediately used external force to guide Wen Qingci's internal energy to avoid the fragile organs.
“No…” Beads of cold sweat appeared on Song Junran’s forehead, and he muttered to himself.
Wen Qingci's internal force was not a completely irregular impulse, but... like a tide, piercing into the mind.
"What's wrong?" Xie Bufeng asked immediately when he noticed that Song Junran looked strange.
Song Junran, who was sitting beside the bed, slowly lowered his eyes, paused, shook his head and whispered, "It's okay."
He kept this weirdness hidden deep in his heart.
"Why is Xie Bufeng still here and not leaving? He has been staying in the house. How can I observe my junior brother's expression?"
Song Junran's slightly impatient voice appeared in Xie Bufeng's ears.
Just when he was hesitating about how to get the giant Buddha out, he didn't expect that the next moment, Xie Bufeng turned around and left Wen Qingci's room.
Song Junran, who was sitting on the bed, was stunned for a moment... He had made a mistake just now.
Looking at Xie Bufeng's reaction, it seemed like he could hear what I was thinking.
"… What are you thinking about all day long?" Song Junran shook his head and quickly suppressed the weird thoughts.
Then he gently took off the veil and observed Wen Qingci's expression.
—
Song Junran's internal strength could not withstand the endless consumption.
By the evening, his internal energy was almost exhausted.
Although Song Junran did not study leprosy day and night like Wen Qingci, he had not had any rest for several days.
After making sure that Wen Qingci's internal force was not caused by irregular collisions, he was exhausted and returned to the house to take a short rest.
The sunset glowed gradually, and hot wind wrapped in thick smoke blew through every corner of the town.
The funeral music and crying stopped at some point, and the streets in the city were silent.
With a slight "creak" sound, Xie Bufeng carefully pushed the door open at this time, walked into Wen Qingci's room, then turned around and closed the door gently.
The world before my eyes became dim and gloomy again.
Xie Bufeng's amber eyes, which were always bright and cold, became confused and helpless at this moment.
He slowly walked to the bed, half-knelt there, held his breath, and held up Wen Qingci's injured left arm.
Without the obstruction of the veil, more than four hundred days and nights later, Wen Qingci's appearance finally appeared clearly before Xie Bufeng's eyes again.
Perhaps because he had been wearing the veil for too long, Wen Qingci's already pale skin became even more bloodless.
Only a little cinnabar remains, so red that it is blinding.
His eyes were tightly closed, and his thick eyelashes were trembling slightly with his breathing.
—Like a dandelion about to be blown away by the wind.
Xie Bufeng's eyes swept across Wen Qingci with extreme greed.
Finally, he leaned down a little bit and gave a gentle, emotionless kiss to the bright red cinnabar on Wen Qingci's forehead.
However, this kiss not only failed to satisfy Xie Bufeng, but even instantly brought out the desires buried deep in his heart.
Xie Bufeng's tall body blocked the already weak sunlight.
At this moment, Wen Qingci's body was forced under the shadow of Xie Bufeng.
The slightly curly long hair hung down from her shoulders, like countless hands, gently and carefully brushing across Wen Qingci's cheeks.
Xie Bufeng's breathing suddenly became disordered.
He slowly placed his lips on Wen Qingci's ear, kissed her earlobe, and then softly recited the name that had lingered on his lips countless times:
“… Wen Qingci.”
"Wen Qingci, wake up, please?"
"Don't abandon me again."
When no one was around, Xie Bufeng finally allowed himself to show his vulnerability.
He called Wen Qingci's name over and over again.
But the person lying on the bed remained unconscious.
Song Junran just said that he was not sure when Wen Qingci would wake up.
This sentence instantly magnified Xie Bufeng's uneasiness.
Xie Bufeng could only rely on constantly kissing Wen Qingci's forehead and trembling eyelashes to repeatedly feel his body temperature and make sure that he was still alive.
Reason and maturity are just disguises of Xie Bufeng.
Savagery and coldness are what were engraved into his bones long ago.
Now the only audience member he cared about fell into a deep sleep. Urged by the feeling of unease, Xie Bufeng finally allowed himself to take off his disguise.
Xie Bufeng's kisses fell lower and lower.
He carefully lifted Wen Qingci's arm and repeatedly pecked and kissed the scars on it.
And left countless red marks on those scars.
Then, as if as a punishment, he kissed the jade-like collarbone.
The sunlight is getting dimmer and dimmer.
The fiery red rays of light broke through the window paper and fell into the house.
Everything is shrouded in an ambiguous dark red.
Just like that night in Kitachi Nagahara.
The room was filled with a bitter fragrance, accompanied by an ambiguous sound.
At the hour of Xu, Song Junran finally woke up after a nap.
Seeing that it was getting late, he washed up first, then went to the kitchen to make himself something to eat.
After hesitating for a while, he handed Wen Qingci another bowl of white porridge.
Wen Qingci hadn't eaten for the day, so if he woke up at night, he could use it to fill his stomach.
Just as he was thinking, Song Junran walked to the door of Wen Qingci's room, and then slowly put his hand on the door.
"No..."
Isn’t Junior Brother still sleeping? Why is the door of this room locked from the inside
Song Junran frowned subconsciously and pushed forward even harder.
The wooden door remained motionless.
"Junior brother, junior brother?!"
Song Junran raised his voice and called out twice, while knocking heavily on the door a few times.
The wooden door remained motionless, and he suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness.
Without time to think, Song Junran immediately gathered his internal strength in his palm and pushed hard towards the door.
The guest rooms of Lianhe County Government Office have fallen into disrepair and the door locks are basically just for show.
With a loud "bang", the wooden door was pushed open by his palm.
The next moment, the scene inside the house appeared before Song Junran's eyes.
There was a buzzing sound in his ears.
—The hair ribbon had fallen somewhere, and Wen Qingci’s long hair was completely spread out, spreading all over the bed like a thick black waterfall.
Not only was his collar loose, it even hung down on his left arm under his quilt, and was vaguely covered with... that kind of marks.
The bed curtains were half drawn down and half tied up.
Xie Bufeng lay beside the couch, holding Wen Qingci tightly in his arms.
Like a poisonous snake, it entangles Wen Qingci.
Grass!
How dare he?!
How could there be such a person in this world
Seeing this scene, Song Junran's eyes turned red instantly.
Regardless of the extremely noble status of the person in front of him, he subconsciously clenched the porcelain bowl in his hand and said with gritted teeth: "Xie Bufeng, what are you doing?!"
The moment he finished speaking, accompanied by a flash of white light, Song Junran threw the bowl of porridge in his hand towards the person beside the bed like a hidden weapon.
In the blink of an eye, he slammed heavily into Xie Bufeng's back, wetting his dark robe.
Song Junran wished he could kill Xie Bufeng right now.
He ran straight over, picked up the teacup and smashed it on the table, then picked up a piece of porcelain and pressed it against Xie Bufeng's neck.
But how could Xie Bufeng, who had lived a life on the edge of a knife on the battlefield, be afraid of a quack doctor who only knew how to use hidden weapons
He exerted force on his wrists, his muscles tensed.
The next moment, he threw away the piece of porcelain that was against his neck, and it embedded deeply into the wall.
"go out."
The afterglow of the setting sun was reflected in Xie Bufeng's eyes.
Instead of illuminating those cold amber eyes, it reflected a terrifying blood color there.
Song Junran slapped down with his palm, but was blocked by Xie Bufeng again.
It was different from Song Junran, whose eyes were full of murderous intent and he wanted to kill the other person right now.
At this moment, Xie Bufeng actually had time to slowly turn his head and glanced at the person on the couch. Then he lowered his voice and said, "Don't disturb him." At the same time, he straightened Wen Qingci's sleeves and carefully tucked in the thin quilt. Then he stood up and walked slowly out.
Song Junran immediately gritted his teeth and followed.
No one noticed in the chaos that Wen Qingci's internal strength gradually stabilized.
He seemed to hear something in his sleep.
Wen Qingci couldn't help but frown and tried to break free from the chaos.
In the small courtyard of Lianhe County Government Office, Song Junran turned almost everything he could find at hand into hidden weapons and threw them at Xie Bufeng.
But all his actions were easily resolved by Xie Bufeng.
"Did you send someone to follow me all the way into the valley?" Song Junran gritted his teeth and said, "What you have done over the years is to force him out?!"
Without waiting for Xie Bufeng to answer this question, Song Junran asked again: "What did you do to my junior brother just now?"
"If he wakes up and knows—"
As he said this, he stabbed Xie Bufeng's eyes with a piece of thin gravel.
Song Junran tried hard to throw the scene from his mind.
But he found that although it was only a glimpse, the picture was deeply engraved in his mind.
When he thought of this, Song Junran's brain started to feel numb.
Fortunately, I came to find my junior brother.
If I had come a little later, I don’t know what Xie Bufeng, this pervert, would have done!
Unlike the extremely angry Song Junran, Xie Bufeng actually smiled slowly at this moment.
But his smile never reached his eyes.
Wen Qingci has not yet woken up and the door is closed.
So at this moment, he was no longer bothered to hide his disgust.
—Xie Bufeng will never forget that it was this person in front of him who once took Wen Qingci away from him without anyone noticing.
"What's the matter, Senior Brother?" Xie Bufeng raised his eyebrows slightly. He kept his eyes open and looked at Song Junran without hiding. He said lightly, "Do you want to tell Qingci about this?"
Just before the gravel pierced his eyes, he used the wind from his palm to push it away. "Who are you calling Brother?"
After saying this, Song Junran realized that Xie Bufeng actually dared to call Wen Qingci by his name!
As he spoke, Xie Bufeng slowly took off his dirty outer shirt, casually put it on his arm, and said nonchalantly: "I am married to Qingci, and everyone knows this. It is reasonable for him to call you 'Senior Brother'."
marriage
A strange scene beside the Yinchuan Grand Canal appeared in Song Junran's mind at this moment.
Like cold river water splashing on his body, it calmed him down.
Song Junran suddenly stood there with his teeth gritted.
A few days ago, he felt that Xie Bufeng seemed much more normal after not seeing him for a year.
He was obsessed with his illness and was busy all day long, and he really looked a bit like an emperor.
Only then did Song Junran become certain that Xie Bufeng had not really changed, he had just learned to disguise himself.
Everything Xie Bufeng did was just to pretend to be a decent person in front of Wen Qingci!
But now, Xie Bufeng finally seemed unable to pretend any longer.
Wen Qingci's coma tore off his painted skin.
This madman is not afraid of exposing himself.
Maybe even... he was really looking forward to that moment
Song Junran couldn't help but feel cold all over.
A madman who knows how to pretend is more dangerous than before.
In the silence, the two suddenly heard footsteps.
The next moment, they all looked towards the door at the same time.
Wen Qingci, who had just woken up, had already put on a veil and slowly pushed open the door.
He looked extremely tired and could only stand there leaning against the door.
Wen Qingci couldn't help but cough twice and asked: "... Ahem, you guys?"
Song Junran immediately put down what he was holding.
"I—" Before Xie Bufeng could finish his words, Song Junran suddenly gritted his teeth and took a step forward to block him, then smiled at his junior brother against his conscience.
He paused for a few seconds and said slowly: "I came to see him to... ask him what he would like to eat in the evening?"
Song Junran didn't care what Xie Bufeng was planning.
At this moment, he must force Xie Bufeng to put the human skin back on!
(End of this chapter)