Wen Heng is a very intelligent person, no one can deny this since he was a child. He is good at inferring and analyzing. If the Qing Dynasty's mansion had not changed, maybe he would have entered the dynasty by now, and he was in the Dali Temple.
But he had never been so tired in his life as he was now, suspecting that he was too tired and had a problem with his head, or that he suddenly lost his mind.
How could Wen Kezhen be Nie Zhu
Time has passed, and many childhood memories are blurred, but Wen Heng has always clearly remembered that Wen Kezhen was a generous and loving father. His mother, relatives and friends, and even the guards and servants in the family all respected him. , praised him for his uprightness and integrity, "he is also mad and also gentle and gentle". What's more, he is the father and son of the late emperor and the younger brother of the previous emperor. Such a noble and noble man, except the current emperor, has no one to move him. How could he be willing to remain anonymous and deliberately sneak into the martial arts sect just to steal one? I don't know. An ancient sword for what purpose
But if it wasn't for him, where did the charge of "bullying the king" come from? Why is his death related to Feng Baoyi and Xuan Yuanjian
Wen Heng stared blankly for a long time, and the more he thought about it, the colder his heart became. It wasn't until Xue Qinglan's hand on his wrist slipped that Wen Heng came back to his senses. Xue Qinglan's body was cold, her complexion was as pale as snow, and she had lost consciousness.
Wen Heng hurriedly picked up Xue Qinglan, put a palm against his back and sent a pure and pure energy. When his body gradually recovered, Wen Heng's heart hanging in his throat fell back into his stomach, and he secretly regretted: "Qinglan's injury is at a critical juncture, but I was distracted at this time and almost delayed him. There is time to slowly find out the truth, and the most important thing right now is to heal his injury first, and never think about it again."
Wen Heng felt guilty for not being aware of it for a while, but also wanted to use this to concentrate himself on one thing and not be confused and shaken by those guesses. He helped Xue Qinglan back to the bed, went downstairs to ask for hot water from the inn clerk, and used some food to satisfy his hunger. After dinner, he returned to the room. He first twisted a hand towel to wipe off the blood on Xue Qinglan's body. Then he washed himself, lay down on the other side of the bed, and pulled the quilt to cover the two of them.
Xue Qinglan still had a faint chill on his body. Wen Heng was afraid of the injury to his chest, so he didn't dare to hug him too tightly, so he clasped one of his hands sideways, in case the cold attack in the middle of the night would be detected in time. He ran around for days and worked hard, and at this moment, he was tired like a tide, and he soon fell asleep in this position.
As the saying goes, "Thinking every day and having dreams at night", Wen Heng was disturbed by the affairs of the Chu family's sword faction during the day. Although he repeatedly warned himself not to think about it, he still had nightmares when he fell asleep. In front of him, he suddenly felt like he was on the road of escape. It was snowing heavily in the middle of winter and the ice was piercing to the bone. Fan Yang was injured and knelt in front of him, but there was a faint glow of fire in the distance... There was a burst of tearing pain in his chest, and a sudden jerk came from him. Waking up from the dream, he clenched his palm subconsciously, but he felt that his tentacles were cold, and it was Xue Qinglan's coldness that could no longer be suppressed.
The chronic illness in his body started to flare up badly in the middle of the night. Wen Heng simply didn't stand up anymore. He only pulled Xue Qinglan's shoulder to make him turn over to face him. As he lost his anger, he secretly figured out: There is a shortage of doctors and medicines in this small town, people come and go in the inn every day, and internal injuries are the most avoidable disturbance from outsiders. Tomorrow, he should find a quiet place and be prepared to stay for a long time.
While thinking about it, the man in his arms suddenly wriggled a few times. Wen Heng thought he was hurting him, and let go of his arms a little, but he didn't want Xue Qinglan to dig deep into his arms like a cold little animal. I fell asleep, and suddenly called out "Senior Brother" in a daze.
It seemed that this was a dream about the past on Yueying Mountain four years ago. Wen Heng couldn't help but soften his heart, and he hugged him and said warmly, "Well, I'm here."
Xue Qinglan grabbed his sleeve, as if to shrink herself into a small ball and shove it into the front of his shirt, and muttered, "Cold..."
"Don't be afraid," Wen Heng stroked his long soft hair scattered behind his back, and coaxed patiently, "Senior brother hugs you, it won't be cold in a while, just go to sleep."
Xue Qinglan has always been so coaxing since she was a child. Wen Heng hugged him sideways, and slowly followed his back like a cat. After a few dozen strokes, he stretched out his limbs and fell into deep sleep again.
However, Xue Qinglan's injury did not improve the next day, but it worsened, and she had a fever at dawn. Early in the morning, Wen Heng asked the shop assistant to hire a car and take them to Wuning City, which is dozens of miles away. Not long after leaving the town, the sky turned cloudy outside, and there was a dull thunder in the distance. After a while, it started to rain. .
Xue Qinglan burned with bone pain all over her body, her chest was suffocated, and she didn't have the strength to move her limbs. She was held in his arms by Wen Heng in a drowsy manner. He was thrown into the fire and roasted again. Over the years, he had been trained to endure extremely strong by the cold in his body, but he couldn't stand this torture. There was a thread that always held his soul, so that he was still reluctant to give up, and could not bear to get away immediately.
Wen Heng saw that he was constantly moving, even dizzy, his lips were white, but his cheeks were flushed with blood, and the frowning and enduring appearance seemed to have stabbed a knife directly in his heart, calling him It was painful and cold, but he could only watch helplessly, unable to even share a little pain for him.
He wanted to simply click on Xue Qinglan's sleeping point to save him from the pain of this moment, but he was afraid that if something happened, it would affect him to find the problem in time. It was so worrying for an unknown time, Xue Qinglan seemed to be slightly awake, her eyes seemed to be open, she looked up at him in Wen Heng's arms, her eyes were hazy due to the high fever. Wen Heng thought that he was not feeling well, he pressed the back of his hand to his hot forehead, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
The carriage swayed, and Xue Qinglan's ears were filled with the sound of wind and rain. At first glance, it seemed as if he was in the wilderness. He used a lot of strength to barely make a faint voice: "Where are we going?"
His voice was so low that Wen Heng had to bow his head a little to hear clearly, and replied, "I'm going to Wuning City. Dear, we'll start treating you when we settle down."
He thought that Xue Qinglan was sober at the moment, but before he could finish speaking, Xue Qinglan suddenly grabbed him by the neckline and panicked, "Don't go!"
This voice was dumb and urgent, and his expression even had a rare sternness in his expression. Wen Heng was taken aback and hurriedly reassured: "Don't worry, don't worry, speak slowly, what's the matter?"
Xue Qinglan grabbed his clothes tightly, and even though her voice was weak, she could still hear a clear, pleading cry: "Don't go to Runing... Dangerous..."
Wen Heng said, "It's not Ru Ning, it's Wu Ning—"
He stopped abruptly.
Countless revolving lantern-like antecedents, all kinds of details that he noticed or not noticed, doubts buried in the bottom of his heart and resentments that he did not dare to touch... At this moment, thousands of fragments finally pieced together into a complete picture, the gloomy snow seven years ago. The night gradually overlapped with today's seven years later, and the call to break through the fog came from far away from the memory side, and turned into a frantic heartbeat that was almost unstoppable in his chest at this moment.
As soon as Wen Heng opened his mouth, his voice trembled to the point of losing his composure. He seemed to be afraid of shattering someone's dream, so he called him softly and tentatively, "A Que?"
Xue Qinglan was still in a dream, and with the answer he had never changed, he murmured in Wen Heng's ear, "Young Master...don't be afraid."
I will definitely protect you.
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