Feng Aotian helped him to sit up, looking at it was still early, she looked at him, "Try moving your legs."
"Yeah." Gu Yefeng nodded, then put his hands on his sides and slowly curled his knees. Obviously, he has been in a wheelchair since he can remember. Now he can feel his legs when he sees him. With tears flowing in his eyes, he slowly bent his knees, then flattened, then slowly bent again, flattened again, and so on...
Feng Aotian looked at the excited look in his eyes, and there was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth. Since he was handicapped since he was a child, he was very inferior. Therefore, he developed a withdrawn temperament and did not like to be in contact with people. Whenever he was upset, he would get angry, but later, she took him out of her safe haven. He slowly began to contact the noisy environment and slowly changed his temper, but he could never wipe it out. Get rid of his inferiority complex.
Now, he can stand up, which is unbelievable for him, he lifts his right foot slightly by feeling, turns around slightly, then puts his right foot down, then lifts his left foot, and puts it down again, He stood up slowly with his hands on his body, and slowly moved his hands away from the dragon couch, but because he couldn't stand for a long time, his legs were trembling, and he was only bent, not daring to stand upright.
Feng Aotian stood in front of him and whispered, "Take two steps."
Gu Yefeng looked up at Feng Aotian with a smile on his lips. He looked down at his feet and slowly moved his right foot. If he could really take a step forward, he suppressed the joy in his heart. , and then stepped out with his left foot, but because his legs were not strong enough, he was like a child who had just learned to walk, his body lost its center of gravity and fell straight forward.
Feng Aotian opened his arms and took him firmly into his arms, but Gu Yefeng felt that it was unbelievable that he could take these two steps. In a dream, he pinched his thighs fiercely and slowly left from Feng Aotian's arms. Although his legs were still bent, he was able to stand in front of her, he said with a smile, "Your Majesty, If I can leave, I am not dreaming."
Feng Aotian looked at him with a slight smile, then took two steps back, and said in a low voice, "Take a few more steps."
"Yeah." Gu Yefeng stabilized his mind, and then took two steps forward like he did just now, but his body was still unstable, and he fell forward, but crashed into Feng Aotian's arms.
Feng Aotian then took two steps back. As a result, from the first two steps to half an hour later, Gu Yefeng was able to stumble and take six steps, which was a rare thing.
Feng Aotian helped him sit on the wheelchair and looked down at him, "My lord will accompany you to exercise in the past few days, but in the future, Xin'er's girl will accompany you, you can't take two steps like Shi Cai did. Then throw it in your arms."
Gu Yefeng took out the silk handkerchief, and did not care that he was soaked all over, and sweat dripped from his forehead. He slowly stood up from the wheelchair, looked at Feng Aotian in front of him, and wiped the thin sweat from her face. .
Feng Aotian looked at him with a smile, then took out the silk handkerchief from his hand, wiped his sweat, and then said, "Don't be too hasty, it's going to be in the morning later, you go and order someone to wait for you to take a bath, then go ahead. Go, let's go to Xin'er's place to make up for some sleep."
Gu Yefeng nodded slightly and watched Feng Aotian leave while yawning.
There was always a smile on the corner of his mouth, he lowered his head, his hands couldn't help touching his legs, and he squeezed again, feeling a little bit of pain, he laughed lowly, and after half a quarter of an hour, He retracted his thoughts, then raised his eyes, regained his previous expression, and said solemnly, "Come on."
After the morning ceremony, Gu Yefeng went to Xiner's bedroom, looked up and saw Xiner waiting outside the hall, he pushed a wheelchair into the bedroom, Xiner backed away, and there were only two people left in the hall.
Gu Yefeng looked sideways and looked at Feng Aotian lying in the curtain, with a gentle smile on his mouth, then turned the wheelchair and slowly entered the side hall, and a few steps away from her, he held his hands up , stood up from the wheelchair.
Xiner looked at him with a surprised look on the side, and whispered, "I can really leave."
Gu Yefeng didn't seem to hear it, but just lifted his footsteps and slowly approached the bed. I don't know how long it took, and when he stood beside the bed, he was already dripping with sweat. He slowly sat beside the bed, but Facing Feng Aotian's opened eyes.
"Well, two steps more than just now." Feng Aotian said with a slight smile.
Gu Yefeng then leaned into her arms and whispered, "Your Majesty, this minister will definitely practice more."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Take your time, don't be too hasty."
"Okay." Gu Yefeng replied with a smile.
Xiner let out a low laugh, then stepped out of the bedroom and ordered someone to prepare meals. Now, Gu Yefeng is lying in the side hall, covered by a curtain, but it is not clear that there is another person lying inside.
There are many eyeliners in the palace, Xiner's bedroom must also have eyeliners, if not, it will arouse the suspicion of others.
After the three of them finished their lunch, Feng Aotian accompanied Gu Yefeng to rest for a while, and then continued to practice walking.
For three consecutive days, after the emperor flipped the brand of Concubine Wan when he was consecrated that day, he has been staying at Concubine Xin's place these days. In the eyes of others, Concubine Xin is the only favorite.
Although the Prime Minister was dissatisfied with the emperor's favoritism, he still secretly received a secret letter from the emperor, so he was relieved a lot.
Zuo Xiang was naturally happy, the emperor lingered in Furong's tent all day long, so he could gather power as soon as possible.
Feng Aotian has been by Gu Yefeng's side these days, and their relationship has also improved a lot, and Gu Yefeng's tenacity and stubbornness have also allowed Feng Aotian to see clearly the toughness in his bones.
It is now the fifth day, and Gu Yefeng has been able to take twenty steps steadily from the first two steps, but he can only walk forward slowly, half a beat slower than normal people.
Being able to stand up again and still walk like this is a rare thing for Gu Yefeng. Now he only thinks about being able to walk like a normal person, that's enough.
Feng Aotian saw that Gu Yefeng was almost recovering, and did not feel any discomfort. Thinking that Gongyi Gu really did not lie to her, she inexplicably remembered those days when she was with him, she raised her eyes and looked at Gu Yefeng, "Master tomorrow If you are going to leave, you will proceed according to the plan here.”
"Okay." Gu Yefeng knew that she was going to leave after all, but he was still deeply reluctant to give up. He hoped that it would be great to be like this with her all the time.
Feng Aotian held his hand, gently dropped a kiss on the back of his hand, and said with a small smile, "When you can walk, when you come back to the master, don't forget to put the Tell him everything again."
Gu Yefeng was startled again and glared at her, "The emperor is always so rude."
Feng Aotian raised his voice and smiled, and then took him into his arms, "These days have been hard on you."
Gu Yefeng is leaning quietly in her arms. In fact, he is fortunate that he has the identity to help her. He just wants her to not work too hard on the way forward. Many times, when you stay with her By his side, he doesn't feel what suffering is. Only when he is separated from her will he understand the suffering of missing him. Now he is more and more aware of the heaviness of this feeling, and more and more aware that he is still useful.
Before dawn the next day, Feng Aotian left Caiguo and hurried to the south to return to his country.
These days, Wei Zimo stayed in the restaurant, but couldn't sleep all night. He watched the rashes on his body become more and more dense, and it was accompanied by the slightest pain, like thousands of ants were biting, Make him want to cut off all the eye-catching things on his body.
Finally, he couldn't help it, he really took out a dagger and turned it towards his wrist, but was blocked by Xing Wuyun, who was watching in the dark, the dagger fell to the ground with a "bang", Wei Zimo He fell to the ground in despair.
Xing Wuyun looked at him in just a few days, and then he became so haggard, different from the cold, glamorous and arrogant Wei Zimo, he just stared at him quietly, "I don't believe it, except for this method, There is no other way, look at what you are now."
Wei Zimo sneered, "What am I like?"
He raised his arms, which were already covered with rashes. He raised his hand and touched his face under the veil, "Do you want me to lie under her body covered in pus?"
Xing Wuyun knew Wei Zimo's pain, but he couldn't watch Wei Zimo give up on himself like this, he would collapse one day if he held on like this.
The reason why Wei Zimo is so supportive is just waiting for a hope, but the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, rather than let him suffer so painfully, it is better to let him die happily.
Xing Wuyun sighed faintly, "If you really go, do you think she will be happy in this life? Do you want her to suffer the pain of losing her loved one again?"
Wei Zimo was lying on the carpet, with no arrogance like before, he smiled madly, "But, what should I do? What can I do? She came back and saw this picture of me. Wouldn't it be uncomfortable to not look like a ghost or a ghost? I'd rather let her remember my best moments than let her see me like a ghost."
Xing Wuyun said coldly, "There must be other ways."
As he said that, he stepped out of the bedroom.
Wei Zimo was lying motionless, if there was a way, why did he do this.
Nanhui now only has Kyoto and three cities left, and most of his soldiers and horses have been reduced. Nan Yu has been staying in Kyoto. As long as he guards these four cities and does not let them step in, then he will still be The emperor who returned to the south.
It had been three days since Feng Aotian arrived in the south to return to the country, and she went to the nearest Mu Hanyao first.
Meteor has been very happy these days. In the morning, he followed Mu Hanyao to train soldiers, while he stood aside, imitating Mu Hanyao's expression, with a cold face, wearing a special small armor, Wearing a helmet, holding a saber in one hand, and a hand on his waist, he looked up at the soldiers on the training ground, but it was like that.
The god dog looked at him like this, hummingly lying on one side, a leisurely appearance.
Feng Aotian turned over and dismounted, and went straight to the training ground, with his arms around his chest and leaning to one side, the morning light shone on her beautiful face, showing a bit of laziness.
Mu Hanyao just raised his eyes and met her smiling eyes, his mind moved slightly, he stepped forward and walked in front of her, seeing a bit of exhaustion on her face, in front of the soldiers, he She hugged her arms and walked forward.
The soldiers were only stunned for a moment, and then continued to practice under Li Su's low shouting.
Meteor saw Feng Aotian early in the morning, and now he is following Mu Hanyao's side, smilingly looking at Feng Aotian in his arms, and shouting cheerfully, "Holy Lord, Meteor knows that you will be here in the next few days. ."
Feng Aotian was indeed tired, leaning in Mu Hanyao's arms, wrapped in his strong arms, she closed her eyes with peace of mind, "Let the Lord take a break."
"Oh." Meteor replied with a smile, and after Mu Hanyao carried her into the tent, he silently retreated outside the tent.
Mu Hanyao took Feng Aotian and strode to the bed and put her down carefully, but Feng Aotian hooked his neck while he bent down and looked down at her, "Your Majesty..."
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 to kiss her lips, Feng Aotian turned over and pressed him under him, sucked his lips, and untied his armor with both hands, Slipped in.
Meteor put his arms around his chest, stood outside, looked up at the sky, estimated the time, and then walked in. Sure enough, Mu Hanyao was sorting his clothes, while Feng Aotian looked content, lying on the On the bed, with a small smile hanging from the corner of his mouth, he fell asleep quietly.
Mu Hanyao raised his eyes and watched Meteor walk in. His stern face was not moved at all, but the shyness that flashed in the bottom of his eyes just happened to hit Meteor, he just smiled, and then said, "You don't care. Go busy, the Lord has me here."
Mu Hanyao nodded slightly, then walked away from the tent.
Li Su walked over with a smile, seeing the warmth in Mu Hanyao's brows. In this world, except for the emperor, there is no one else who can make General Mu smile.
When Feng Aotian woke up, it was already late at night. Mu Hanyao was sitting on one side, studying the defense map. When he saw that the bed was moving, he turned his eyes and saw that Feng Aotian had already got out of the bed.
He got up and walked to her side, "Is the emperor hungry?"
"En." Feng Aotian nodded and said, "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, swayed his legs, and sat on the carved chair beside him, "Can the Holy Master find a way to break the thousand-year-old spell?"
Feng Aotian sat down directly, and Mu Hanyao ordered to prepare the meal, and then sat beside her.
Feng Aotian looked at Meteor, "Of course I found it."
"It seems that the Holy Master used a beauty trick." Meteor said slowly.
Feng Aotian raised his hand and knocked on his head, "Now he's getting more and more presumptuous."
Meteor covered his head and looked at Feng Aotian with aggrieved expression, "Could it be that Meteor is wrong?"
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded and said, "Of course it's a mistake, Master only makes beauty tricks on Master's people."
Meteor snorted coldly, "That Emperor Yu Luo is infatuated with the Holy Master."
"He just wants to take back what he has lost." Feng Aotian sneered and looked up at Meteor, "Have you done everything you want to do?"
"Well." Meteor nodded and said, "Meteor must not be sloppy about what the Holy Master explained."
Feng Aotian nodded and said, "Tomorrow, I will go with you to meet Nan Yu."
"Okay." Meteor nodded with a smile.
Mu Hanyao looked at her, "I will accompany the emperor up."
Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanyao, "You can't go, wait here obediently for Master."
"Yes." Mu Hanyao replied in a deep voice, if the meal was ready tonight, he picked up his chopsticks and placed the dishes in her bowl, "Your Majesty use more."
Feng Aotian nodded and said, "Yes."
Meteor looked at the two in front of him and just used it quietly.
After dinner was over, Feng Aotian took Mu Hanyao for a walk in the open grass. Now that winter is coming, the night is cold and windy, and the cold wind rolled up the two's robes, but there was no trace of coldness.
Feng Aotian looked at him sideways, "Don't you want to say something to your grandfather?"
"How are you doing, Your Majesty?" Mu Hanyao raised his eyes and looked into the distance, but just clenched her hand and walked forward step by step.
Feng Aotian replied with a slight smile, "Ye Feng can stand up and walk now, Zi Mo has been stabbed to the bone, Han Jin is desperately holding on, Yi Mu has forgotten everything..."
"Your Majesty." Mu Hanyao stopped, looking at the corner of her mouth with a smile all the time, but his heart was aching. Such her made him feel bad.
He opened his arms and took her into his arms, "I'm fine."
Feng Aotian leaned against his broad and thick embrace, and felt very at ease, rubbed gently, "En."
But it was the strong wind tonight, which caused her too much helplessness. Even the strongest person would suddenly feel vulnerable, and Feng Aotian felt a little vulnerable at this moment.
She regained her mind, then left his embrace, looked at him, "Go back and warm the bed for the Lord."
Seeing her return to her previous expression, Mu Hanyao nodded heavily, "Okay."
In Fengqi Kingdom, Wufeng had just returned from the Wind Clan, and when he arrived at the side courtyard, he saw Xing Wuyun lying on a reclining chair waiting for him.
He looked at Xing Wuyun with a frown, and stepped forward unhurriedly, "I've been searching for medical techniques for the past few days, and I'm also researching other solutions, let me think about it."
Xing Wuyun got up, "You know, yesterday before I noticed, he cut his own wrist with a dagger."
Wufeng looked up at him, "Then what are you doing here, don't accompany him."
"I'm afraid." Xing Wuyun laughed at himself, "I'm afraid to see his appearance."
Wufeng understood Xing Wuyun's heart very well, and he continued, "Maybe there is a way to do it."
"What is it?" Xing Wuyun's gloomy face quickly showed joy.
"You know that there is a secret technique in Wuxiemen." Wufeng looked at Xing Wuyun and said.
"What do you mean?" Xing Wuyun's eyes flashed with amazement, "This is too cruel, and the old man will not agree."
"Maybe this is the only way." Wufeng looked at him, "It's better to fight once than to let him watch himself tortured to death."
Xing Wuyun lowered his eyes and whispered, "Let me think about it."
"Time is short, you'd better think clearly." Wufeng said immediately.
Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at the sky in the distance, his eyes dimmed, "I understand, when will it start."
"Tomorrow is the night of the full moon, which can better absorb the essence of the sun and the moon. If he can survive every night, until the eighth day of next month, he can restore his original appearance." Wu Feng said indifferently.
"I understand." Xing Wuyun sighed faintly, and then left the courtyard.
Wufeng looked up at the moonlight, but was thoughtful.
When Xing Wuyun returned to the Floating Dream Palace, he saw Wei Zimo staring into the distance in a trance, but he didn't know what he was thinking.
He stepped forward and stood in front of the window. Through the moonlight through the window lattice, he looked at him in a bright red robe, and stood with his hands outstretched. His expression was cold, but he showed endless despair.
He whispered, "If I have a way to restore you to your original appearance on the eighth day of next month, would you like to give it a try?"
Listening to Xing Wuyun's words, Wei Zimo slowly returned to his senses, with a hoarse voice, "What is it?"
"Have you ever heard of a secret technique in Wuxie Sect, called Reborn?" Xing Wuyun looked at Wei Zimo and said softly.
"Is this method feasible?" Wei Zimo nodded slightly, naturally he knew it.
"Well, but this process is very painful." Xing Wuyun looked at him and couldn't help feeling sad.
Wei Zimo pursed her lips slightly, "It's better to die than to live like I am now, no matter how great the pain is, it's nothing."
Xing Wuyun sighed faintly, "Then you prepare tonight, Wufeng will tell you what to do tomorrow."
"Okay." Wei Zimo seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, and there was hope in his eyes.
On the second day, Feng Aotian took Meteor to Kyoto, where he returned to his home country.
Mu Hanyao stood there and looked at the figure she was leaving, and lowered his eyes, but saw that the dog did not follow.
He squatted halfway, stroking the head of the god dog, then got up and went to work on his own business.
When Feng Aotian arrived in the capital, it was after noon. The Furong Pavilion here had been destroyed by Nan Yu, as was the restaurant opposite. Today's Kyoto is not as prosperous as it used to be, it is slightly depressed, and it is heavily guarded.
Feng Aotian took Meteor directly into the palace, Nan Yu seemed to expect her to come, so she prepared meals early in the morning and waited for her.
Feng Aotian fell down gracefully and entered the bedroom unhurriedly. When he looked up, he saw Nan Yu was looking at her with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
Feng Aotian also smiled and walked slowly in front of him, sat down without seeing the outside world, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and used them slowly.
Meteor jumped lightly and sat down. He had been hungry for a long time. Now that he had something to eat, he was naturally happy, and he started to devour it regardless.
"Aren't you afraid of me poisoning?" Seeing that Feng Aotian was using it so calmly, he couldn't help asking.
Feng Aotian just raised his eyes and glanced at him, "I am invulnerable to all poisons."
Nan Yu smiled and said no more, 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 thousand-year spell?"
Nan Yu sneered, "If it really comes to the place where the fish die and the net breaks, I will definitely open it."
Feng Aotian snorted, then got up, "Then I will wait for the day when Emperor Nanhui starts the spell."
After that, she turned and left with Meteor.
Nan Yu looked at her and left like this, but did not stop her. The drunkard's intention was not to drink. Feng Aotian must have her intention when he came, but what was it
"Holy Master, just went back like this?" Meteor asked with a smile.
"If you don't go back like this, do you still want to stay for the New Year?" Feng Aotian chuckled, looking at Meteor and said.
"Holy Master, you are too cunning." Meteor said with a smile, then followed her and flew away.
Mu Hanyao didn't expect Feng Aotian to come back so early. Seeing her entering the tent with a calm expression, he stood up and said, "Your Majesty, how could you be so quick..."
Feng Aotian smiled and looked forward, "Are you willing to let the Lord continue to stay?"
"No." Mu Hanyao whispered.
Feng Aotian smiled lightly, "When things are done, I will come back."
Mu Hanyao knew that Feng Aotian had her considerations, he didn't need to ask more, just obeyed.
Feng Aotian sat down and looked at the defense map on Mu Hanyao's desk. She raised her eyes and looked at him, "Tomorrow, we will start deploying and attacking the city."
"Yes." Mu Hanyao has been preparing and has been waiting for a long time. Now that Feng Aotian said this, he quickly replied.
Feng Aotian took his hand and rubbed his calloused palm, "Tomorrow Lord will accompany you to attack the city together."
"Okay." Mu Hanyao rarely showed a faint smile.
The corner of Meteor's mouth twitched, then turned around, and walked away sullenly.
Feng Aotian leaned against Mu Hanyao's arms and whispered, "After Nan returns to China, you can rest for a few days."
Mu Hanyao let out a low laugh and replied, "I'm used to being busy. If I really take a break, I'm really not used to it."
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Can you be idle with you?"
Mu Hanyao heard the meaning of Feng Aotian's words, and couldn't help asking, "There are other people around the emperor, so I can't let the ministers accompany him alone."
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and raised his chin, "What do you mean, Lord should exile you?"
Mu Hanyao hurriedly hugged her tightly and said in a low voice, "This is not what I meant."
Feng Aotian snorted coldly, "What does that mean? Don't you want your grandfather to accompany you?"
Mu Hanyao whispered, "Just thinking about the second brother and Hou Xiaoyao, I feel that they need the emperor more."
Feng Aotian listened to his words, his heart warmed, he put his arms around his neck and looked up at him, "The Lord will not favor one over another."
"It's a long time to come, the minister and the emperor still have a lifetime." Mu Hanyao looked down at Feng Aotian and said in a low voice.
Feng Aotian nodded slightly, "Yes, it will be a long time to come."
Today is the night of the full moon, in Fengqi, Wei Zimo is already standing in the courtyard, Wufeng looks at his complexion, it is true that there is no anger at all.
He said calmly, "Take this, take off your clothes later, and sit in this hot tub."
"Okay." Wei Zimo nodded slightly, then raised his hand, picked up the bowl and drank it, feeling his mouth full of bitterness, but he didn't even frown.
He was in the courtyard now, looking at the large medicine stove built not far away, the hot water was smoking black smoke, he took off his clothes without hesitation, and went into the bathtub.
The black smoke immediately penetrated into his skin, as if in Ling Chi, with a thousand cuts in pain.
The face under the veil was pale, and he bit his lip, so that he did not make a sound, but silently endured.
Seeing him like this, Wufeng could only turn his back to him, then raised his eyes, and saw the bright full moon just shone on him, he continued, "Keep your dantian in mind, and use your inner strength to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon."
Wei Zimo endured the pain and began to exercise slowly, and then saw the moonlight shining on him, and the black mist around his body was wrapped in white mist. It was obviously a hot potion, but now he saw a bit of ice coldness.
Xing Wuyun couldn't bear to watch it anymore, this kind of pain is unbearable for ordinary people, thinking of Mu Hanjin, now it's Wei Zimo, he clenched his fists, as if to crush the initiator.
Wufeng stepped forward and patted Xing Wuyun's shoulder, "It's their own creation."
Xing Wuyun took a deep breath, "I have to endure this kind of pain every night, really..."
"Tonight is the night of the full moon, but tomorrow we will put him in the ice cellar." Wufeng continued, "The ice jade cold bed in your bedroom can come in handy."
"Is that place a robbery?" Xing Wuyun couldn't help asking.
Wufeng smiled indifferently, "It's a calamity, it's fate, and it's also a blessed land."
Xing Wuyun listened to Wufeng's words and couldn't help sighing, "You see it clearly."
Wu Feng said in a low voice, "Brother, can you think of a countermeasure?"
"What countermeasures?" Xing Wuyun was slightly startled, looking at Wufeng and asked.
"Old Man." He continued.
Xing Wuyun immediately sat on the side, but did not want to look at Wei Zimo's place, just whispered, "What can be done?"
"Do you really think you can hide from me what you did in secret?" Wufeng immediately sat down and poured him a cup of tea.
Xing Wuyun had no intention of drinking tea, and then pushed it to one side, "It's just to be prepared."
"Gongyi Gu is not a simple person. He has a mind that no one else can detect. There is only one person in this world who can deal with him without any effort." The meaning of Wu Feng's words is obvious.
"If that's the case, why did he bother so much?" Xing Wuyun couldn't help sneering, "All he wants is her, but she doesn't want him alone."
Wufeng turned the teacup in his hand, "This is fate."
Xing Wuyun laughed softly, "Should I be happy with 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 sideways, "I'm afraid you're out of joy now."
The corners of Xing Wuyun's mouth raised a smile that could not be concealed, "I feel relieved when I think of her attitude towards Gongyi Gu."
"You'd better be careful. If he can threaten you once, he can threaten you a second time. Since he is bound to win against her, then he will definitely eliminate everyone around her one by one." Wu Feng looked at Xing Wuyun continued, "You have been dealing with him for so long, which time did you not lose?"
Xing Wuyun was exposed to the pain by Wufeng, and snorted coldly, "Now that this is not what it used to be, I will definitely not let him touch me again."
"What about the people around you?" Wufeng looked up at him, and then at Wei Zimo on the side, "Look at him, this is just the beginning."
Xing Wuyun pondered carefully, raised his eyes and looked at Wufeng, "Then I won't sit still, I was just forbearing in many ways before, and I owe him a life, and now I pay it back, I don't owe him anything anymore, do I still Want him to continue hurting me? Hurt Zi Mo, do you want to hurt her more?"
Wufeng knows that Xing Wuyun has been hiding his low-masked temperament. He has always put himself in a person who is content with the status quo. If his bottom line is touched, he will reveal his original nature.
Wu Feng laughed softly, "You are not his opponent."
Xing Wuyun sneered, "How can you speak for him?"
"It's just a matter of fact." Wufeng smiled again, "You were trained by him, don't you know his temperament?"
"It's because of this that I know him better." Xing Wuyun raised his eyes slightly, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, "However, his mind is indeed deep, and 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. When he turned around, he saw Wei Zimo raised his head, his body was even more sullen, and his face was even more painful.
Xing Wuyun got up quickly and was about to go over, but was stopped by Wufeng, "The only one who can help him now is himself."
"I thought I had suffered enough, but I didn't expect that, he..." Xing Wuyun's eyes flashed a 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 more than him.
Time passed slowly, until the full moon faded, Wei Zimo seemed to be coated with a layer of brilliance, he opened his eyes slightly, and looked at the rash that was still spread all over his body, he looked at Wufeng, " I thought when I woke up, I would go back to the past."
Wufeng didn't step forward, but looked at Xing Wuyun, "Give him your iron-cut dagger."
"What to do?" Xing Wuyun asked quickly.
"Use all those rashes on your body to cut open." Wufeng said lightly, looking at Wei Zimo, "Are you here or do you?"
"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 the rash on his arm.
Xing Wuyun turned around again, and then walked out, "I'm going to see Lan Jingshu."
Wufeng knew that if he stayed any longer, he would definitely go crazy, but he couldn't stop watching from here.
Xing Wuyun left in a hurry, and then flew to Jinxuan Palace. Lan Jingshu just lay down and went to bed when he heard footsteps outside. He immediately got up and saw that Xing Wuyun had walked in with a gloomy face.
"What's wrong with you?" Lan Jingshu put on a long gown, walked down, walked to his side and sat down.
"Want to kill." Xing Wuyun did have the urge to kill, and his knuckles made a crisp sound.
"For Lord Hou's business?" Lan Jingshu knew only a few things that could make him angry, and Wei Zimo's poison was one of them.
"Well." Xing Wuyun looked sideways at Lan Jingshu, "Have you ever been in pain?"
"Do you mean heartache or body pain?" Lan Jingshu asked.
"Body pain." Xing Wuyun said in a low voice.
"I have." Lan Jingshu looked at him, "I remember when I first entered the palace, I was beaten all over my body by the prince on the first night, and I still remember the feeling of being beaten by a whip dipped in salt water. I would feel the piercing pain."
Xing Wuyun paused for a while. He had never experienced this, but he had experienced hell on earth. However, it was mental torture, and compared with physical pain, mental pain was the pain of bone erosion.
"Then how did you get through it?" Xing Wuyun looked at Lan Jingshu and couldn't help but remember that he used to be a high-spirited young talent, thinking about how arrogant Lan Jingshu was back then, but now he is so humble.
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, and the other is to love someone."
"You hated the emperor at the beginning?" Xing Wuyun asked in a low voice.
"I swear to ask at the beginning, which one doesn't hate it? They are all free-flying eagles, but their wings were forcibly broken, trapped in a cage, and they live a day of being bullied. Who doesn't hate it?" Lan Jingshu He said warmly, "However, gradually this hatred becomes numb, it becomes cautious, and it becomes rounded up."
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 her eyes and looked at him, "When I was going down Lianghuai, I blocked the arrow and fell into the river, but I didn't expect her to jump with me desperately. Little by little, it can change my mind about her."
When Xing Wuyun listened to his words, he couldn't help but sigh, "When did you say she used her heart to us?"
Lan Jingshu knew that she was kind to each of them, but he understood even more that at first she had no heart, but now she has them in her heart.
He chuckled softly, "Whenever, I just need to know that she is now my life and everything."
"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 smashed and I looked at him incredulously. Later, I understood that sentence. It means that Han Jin has given her all of himself without reservation." Lan Jingshu said in a low voice, "Especially your bohemian temperament, you are willing to let her go.