Hearing his question, Xi Le immediately put away the basin and handkerchief and trotted to the window lattice, opened the window and looked out, then stretched out her hand to explore again, and opened her eyes wide in amazement after feeling the coolness falling on her palm : "Yes son, it's drizzle, not very big, how do you know?"
In fact, he asked number zero.
"I heard that the bird didn't sing any more. It's just a wild guess." Su Jinzhi smiled, sat upright and stretched his body, and narrowed his heart-piercing peach blossom eyes for a moment, like a cat, " I also said that the weather is fine today, and I plan to go out for a stroll.”
Xi Le was shocked when she heard the words: "My lord, don't go out again. Every time you go out, you are always carried back by Yun Miracle Doctor. It is raining outside today, so you should stay in the building and I will do it for you." Can't you have something delicious?"
Su Jinzhi sighed: "It's all medicinal food, what's there to eat?"
"It's not that you don't take medicine, son. If you keep taking medicine obediently, you will be cured long ago. Xile can make you whatever you want." Xile knelt at his feet and put on shoes for him, "Did you last time Didn’t you also say, is the eight-treasure silver fish that Xi Le cooks delicious? I asked Divine Doctor Yun, and he said that the dish is light and you can eat it, so Xi Le will cook that dish for you today, okay?”
Hearing this, Su Jinzhi immediately rolled his eyes with a smile, and responded, "Okay."
After lunch, Xi Le took advantage of Su Jinzhi's nap time to go downstairs and told Yun Mengchen all about the young man's abnormalities this morning.
Yun Mengchen also discovered something wrong with Su Jinzhi when he was having lunch - he is so obedient, he is like a puppet manipulated by Yanshi, if he is asked to drink medicine, he will drink it, if he is asked to take more, he will suppress it. His already full stomach insisted on stuffing another half bowl of rice. In the end, he was afraid that the young man would accumulate food, so he took away his bowl and told him to take a walk in the building to digest his food and then take a nap.
But... why did he do this
Didn't he already tell him that Feng Jiuli is the Jiang Lishan he's been waiting for? He has been waiting for him, why not go to him
An extremely terrifying thought suddenly appeared in Yun Mengchen's mind, he was shocked, and immediately staggered towards Su Jinzhi's room.
Su Jinzhi fell asleep directly on the bed, with a thin blanket covering his body.
Yun Mengchen sat beside him until he woke up.
Su Jinzhi opened his eyes, and when his consciousness was still in a haze, he caught a glimpse of Yun Mengchen's white figure. The drowsiness dissipated instantly, and he got up and asked him, "Brother Yun, why-"
"Jinzhi." Yun Mengchen interrupted his words, his voice was astringent, as if he was holding gravel in his mouth, and he said directly without laying the groundwork, "Why didn't you go to him?"
Yun Mengchen didn't mention that person's name, but both people present knew who he was referring to.
Su Jinzhi was stunned for a while, then smiled suddenly, and asked, "Why did you go to him? Didn't I already look for him?"
The young man smiled happily, and the charm that seemed to be in the flesh and blood that was restrained when facing him before also broke through the veil, and vented to his brows and eyes, but Yun Mengchen would rather that he cried miserably now than cry. Don't poke his heart and lungs with laughter like you are doing now.
"Didn't you always want to see him..." Yun Mengchen paused, his Adam's apple slid up and down several times, and his voice was harsh and hoarse again, fearing that the young man would not believe him, and he sped up his speech, "My junior brother has been looking for you... now that you've met—"
"It's not me that he's looking for." Su Jinzhi stopped laughing, and looked at Yun Mengchen a little loosely, as if he was looking at someone through him, "What he's looking for is the memories of his absence."
The young man's voice was low, mixed with loss and sadness that maybe even he himself didn't know.
"Actually, that's fine too."
"It's not that I haven't hated him... I hate him for making me wait for so long, I hate him for not coming to pick me up, but he forgot me."
"My hatred of me and my resentment have become my personal affairs." The young man lay down again, curled up his body, pulled the thin blanket to his neck and wrapped himself tightly, trying to resist the evil that he had never seen before. The coldness that winds up the bones, "We can't be together anymore."
"Now that he is successful and famous, there are countless beauties around him, so why force him to remember me, a poor and dirty actor..."
Yun Mengchen's hands and feet were cold, and he was stuck in place as if struck by lightning. He tried to hide something palely: "No...you are not..."
Su Jinzhi sneered, huddled in the blanket and stared at him with his eyes open, then stuck out a snow-skinned arm from under the quilt, pinched his chin, and leaned close to him, exhaling warm breath and voice mixed The charm that seduces people: "Who doesn't know that I, Hua Wuyan, am a well-known actress? Where in the five kingdoms has there been no benefactor who has slept with me? If I hadn't washed my hands in the golden basin, maybe I would have slept all over Chong The Luo Kingdom is full of officials, so naturally they will not lose your seventh junior brother—”
"Enough, don't talk anymore!" Yun Mengchen's chest heaved and heaved, and he could no longer listen to the young man's self-inflicted self-mutilation, which he didn't know was cutting someone's flesh, and slapped his face away The arm suddenly stood up, looking at the person on the couch with endless sorrow in his eyes.
"How can the rumors be trusted? I was tired of him at the beginning and the culprit who caused him to fall off the cliff. Now that he has forgotten me, I am too happy. Why would I want to see him again?" Su Jinzhi rubbed the pain from being patted She stood up with her wrists open, her clothes half open, revealing the flourishing peony painting that everyone in the world is eager to take a look at after all their wealth, blooming in full bloom on the snow-colored skin.
Yun Mengchen suddenly closed his eyes and turned away his head like a sharp needle, "The rumors are unbelievable, but I don't believe a word of what you say!"
"Believe it or not, what are you doing to me? I—cough, cough, cough!" The young man stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, and was replaced by the trembling cough, which lingered in his dreams day and night, lingering go.
Yun Mengchen opened it suddenly, and saw the young man clutching his lips and twitching his body, falling down, with bright blood continuously overflowing between his fingers, intertwining with the peony buds slowly blooming between the collarbone on his shoulder, like a sharp knife stabbing Ruyun Mengchen's heart reminded him all the time - it's all your fault!
It was you who lied to him for three whole years!
It is your selfish and pathetic dirty mind that tortured him to the brink of death in this cage with those who hurt him!
Before he knew it, Yun Mengchen's face was full of tears, Su Jinzhi stopped coughing, took a look at him and couldn't help but smiled softly: "Why are you crying?"
Yun Mengchen wiped away tears and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move, I will give you the needle."
Hearing the words, Su Jinzhi suddenly restrained his smile, raised his hand and knocked the needle bag that the man had brought to the ground, with a cold voice: "You go, the chess agreement is void, I don't want to see you again."
Yun Mengchen half-kneeled on the ground to pick up the needle, when he heard the words, he suddenly raised his head and looked at him with wide eyes, the figure of the young man was against the light, for a moment he felt that he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, and didn't know what he said Is it true or not, but in the next moment, he heard the young man snort again, and said disdainfully and contemptuously like countless people mentioning prostitutes and actors——
"Your medical skills are not good, and you still look like this after treating me for so long, does Yunda genius doctor still have the face to rely on me and refuse to leave?"
"Or..." He leaned down, his alluring face was close to Yun Mengchen's eyes, within reach, "Brother Yun also wants to be Wuyan's guest of honor?"
"If this is used as a reward for healing, it is not unacceptable for Wuyan to accept—" As she spoke, she actually began to pull up her belt.
Yun Mengchen quickly lowered his head and clenched his needle pouch tightly, stood up in a panic and couldn't stop saying: "Enough... Enough! Jinzhi, don't do this... I'll just go..."
Su Jinzhi's clothes were lying messily on the bed, his peach blossom eyes were squinted, and he sneered, "Who is your Jinzhi?"
Yun Mengchen staggered away with a pale face.
The moment he stepped out of the threshold, Su Jinzhi heard No. 1's usual indifferent electromechanical voice: "Save the support target Yun Mengchen, the progress value is 100/100, and the rescue is successful."
Zero immediately released a clapping electronic sound, and the voice was extremely cheerful: "Master Host is great!"
Su Jinzhi looked at Yun Mengchen's leaving back and sighed softly.
He came here to help the world, but because of Jun Changle, he was trapped in this small country building, and now he is forced to leave by Hua Wuyan, whom he least wants to see. I am afraid that it will be difficult for him to turn back and step into this place in this lifetime.
"Be a good doctor in the future..." Su Jinzhi finally said.
Yun Mengchen hurriedly collected his things, wrote down the prescription Su Jinzhi usually took, and quietly left at night without disturbing anyone.
He had stayed in Huaqi Building for three years, now facing the vast sea of people and the vast world, he suddenly didn't know where to go, as if there was no place for him in this vast world.
As he walked, he came to the General's Mansion where Feng Jiuli lived temporarily.
Feng Jiuli, who had just come back from eating supper outside, saw Yun Mengchen in front of his house, thought he had misread it, and frowned, "... Third senior brother?"
"Junior Brother..." Yun Mengchen looked back at him in a daze.
Feng Jiuli saw that he seemed to have lost his soul, and ate the kebab in his hand three times with the love of the same family, and asked him: "Senior brother, why did you come here? Are you not It's time to... "
Yun Mengchen laughed blankly: "Where should I be? Nowhere is where I should be."
"It's cold outside, let's go in first." Feng Jiuli patted him on the shoulder and led him into his mansion.
Inside the room, Yun Mengchen was in a daze holding a cup of warming wine that Feng Jiuli handed over, but his spirit still did not come back.
Feng Jiuli took off his coat, sat in front of him, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp. Some of the wine slipped down the corner of his lips, slipped into his collar and disappeared, before he put down the glass , I heard Yun Mengchen say: "Junior brother... do you know your own life experience?"
Feng Jiuli was taken aback when he heard the words, and looked at him: "My life experience? Brother, you mean... my life experience before I lost my memory?"
"Yes." Yun Mengchen nodded slowly.
"Of course I don't know. If Senior Brother knows, how about explaining to Junior Brother?" Feng Jiuli looked at Yun Mengchen and said indifferently, "As long as it's not Jiang Lishan that Jun Changwu was talking about all day—"
Yun Mengchen suddenly opened his eyes wide, and asked him suspiciously: "You already know?"
The room instantly became quiet.
Feng Jiuli was silent for a while, then smiled stiffly: "Brother, aren't you joking with me?"
Yun Mengchen looked at him without saying a word, but with a wordless affirmation.
Feng Jiuli's hands on the table slowly clenched into fists, and the words Jun Changwu said every time he came to look for him came to his mind again—
"You are him!"
"You are Jiang Lishan! You are my brother's Jiang Lishan!"
"Give me back Brother Jin!"
Jinzhi.
A ridiculous idea suddenly appeared, Feng Jiuli said hoarsely: "That Hua Wuyan..."
"His name is not Hua Wuyan." Yun Mengchen shook his head with a wry smile, "His name is Jun Changle, the elder brother of Jin that the fourth lady of the Jun family said, the Jun Changle who has deep roots in love for you."
"Why didn't you say it earlier!" Feng Jiuli was shocked, he stood up suddenly, moved his fingers forward, grabbed Yun Mengchen's collar tightly, and questioned him sharply. The wine glasses and cups on the table fell to the ground one after another following his violent actions, and were broken into pieces.
"What did I say? The general of Chongluo Kingdom, you have been waiting for Jiang Lishan?" Yun Mengchen raised his head with a smile, his voice gradually raised, "You have forgotten him! Even if you have met him, you will Can't remember who he is!"
Feng Jiuli let go of his hand in a daze.
Yes, he doesn't remember him at all, Jun Changle is no different from a stranger in his eyes now, he even humiliated him like that in Peony Pavilion after receiving the fate post.
Feng Jiuli took two steps back, his back was stiff, his face was cold, his tall body seemed a little helpless under the cold night, and then he walked out quickly, not even taking the big fur to keep out the cold.
Yun Mengchen laughed and watched him leave, then slowly knelt on the ground, covering his eyes and crying softly.
Feng Jiuli heard Jun Changwu tell him about the past between Jiang Lishan and Jun Changle, how affectionate her Junjiajin, who covered the capital, was so affectionate, and how ruthless Jiang Lishan was when he had forgotten him. He said it, but just laughed it off as if it was a story between two strangers, never thought that what she said was true, the past that he had forgotten.
—but he doesn't remember him anymore.
In the eyes of the world, both Jiang Lishan and Jun Changle are already dead, and now the only survivors are Feng Jiuli, the great general of the Chongluo Kingdom, and Hua Wuyan, the number one beauty of the Zhuhua Kingdom—two people who have never been related.
He didn't know that they had such a deep bond, even he didn't remember it.
Feng Jiuli couldn't help but think of that day in the Peony Pavilion, when the young man traced his eyebrows and eyes inch by inch with his persistent hand, his eyes were full of hope that he would remember him.
And later on...
Feng Jiuli's whole body tensed up, his fingers clenched tightly into fists, he jumped up, stepping on the peach tree branches and using his strength to step up the flower habitat building.
There was no light in the room, and the gust of wind caused by his breaking into the window sill lifted the princess-colored veil beside the window, but the young man was still lying quietly on the bed, not checking for anyone who came. Feng Jiuli turned around and closed the window, and the whistling wind stopped.
He walked to the edge of the bed, carefully found a space to sit down, put his fingers on the young man's eyebrows several times, then suddenly retracted it as if he had touched a burning coal, put it down in panic, and finally guarded the young man like this, He didn't leave until dawn.
So Su Jinzhi woke up the next day and found that Feng Jiuli's progress value had suddenly jumped to 75/100.
"Host host! General Feng sat next to your bed all night yesterday!" No. 0 said excitedly to Su Jinzhi, "Has he recovered his memory?"
"Probably not, maybe Yun Mengchen said something to him." Su Jinzhi was not too surprised. Feng Jiuli would not increase his progress for no reason, but this time the progress was increased definitely not because he recovered his memory. Otherwise he wouldn't have left at dawn.
Su Jinzhi propped up the bed, stepped on the soft and warm carpet all over the floor, walked to the closet, took out an extremely gorgeous apricot-colored gown and put it on. The collar of the clothes is intricately embroidered, and the hem and sleeve corners are embroidered with delicate and gorgeous Yaohuang. The long gown flutters in the wind, like gauze like fog, and the halo projected from the south window in the morning is gorgeous. Cheng Qi looks even more youthful and unparalleled, and she is a disaster for the city.
Zero asked him: "Host... what are you going to do?"
"Be a strong coquettish bitch." Su Jinzhi stroked the scarlet crying mole under the corner of his eye and smiled. He walked to the bronze mirror, stretched out his fingers and gently stroked the light-colored lips of the person in the mirror. Ruxue's face, the apricot clothes did not set off his complexion well, but instead made his complexion paler and weaker.
His physical condition in this world was not very good, and every time he saved a person, the severity of his illness would decrease. Logically speaking, it would be no problem for him to fully heal himself after completing all the tasks, but before the first day, he was given a level 7 punishment, which almost pushed this frail body into a desperate situation. If it wasn't for him Later, Yun Mengchen's progress value was filled up in one go. I'm afraid he can only be a useless person lying on the bed now.
Except for the third prince, Yan Hui, whom he had never met so far, he had more or less an idea of how to rescue the other rescue targets, Su Jinzhi, but it was easy to think, but very difficult to implement.
Especially when he saw Feng Jiuli.
Su Jinzhi pouted his forehead, and glanced lightly at the man in black who forcibly broke into the Peony Pavilion, trying to suppress the pain caused by the second-level punishment.
Xi Le hurried in behind him, with red eyes and lowered head, she apologized in a low voice: "Mr., Mr. Xi Le can't stop General Feng..."
"It's okay." Su Jinzhi sat up straight from the couch, knelt down in front of the low table for receiving guests, smiled and waved his hand to signal Ping An to pour tea in front of him, "It was agreed before that I would apologize to General Feng, and you Why stop him?"
Feng Jiuli stood quietly at the flower gate for a while, looking back at the young man's tea-colored pupils who were as indifferent as holding a cup of tea in his hand, then walked up to him with legs that were so stiff that he didn't look like his own, and sat down in front of him.
The young man put a cup of hot tea in front of him and greeted him with a smile: "General Feng, please have some tea."
The man did not kneel and sit neatly like him, but half crossed his legs, with one hand on his knee, and the other took the cup of tea, his sword-shaped eyebrows were frowned as when he saw him before, but he couldn't hold back any longer. Keep the indifference in your eyes.
Feng Jiuli opened his mouth, but suddenly found that he didn't know what to call the young man—Jinzhi or Wuyan, he had no idea.
The young man seemed to see through his embarrassment, smiled and said softly: "The general calls me Wuyan."
"You don't look very well." The man paused for a moment, but didn't call him any name, and talked about other topics bluntly.
Su Jinzhi replied, "I'm sick, so my complexion doesn't look very good."
Feng Jiuli's only ten-year memory now is half of the ease of learning martial arts with his brothers in Guiyun Valley, and half of his boldness with the soldiers when he was on the battlefield. He has never dealt with people like young people. He knows how to speak out what he thinks in his heart, and he no longer speaks redundantly to young people—
"Come with me."
As if hearing something surprising, the young man raised his head slightly to look at him: "Go? Where are you going?"
"Hui Chongluo, I'll take you back." Feng Jiuli straightened his back, his body moved forward slightly, and his hands on the table were already clenched into fists, showing the seriousness of the master.
I'll take you back, take you home.
Jun Changle had waited too long for this sentence from him, but unfortunately when he finally got it, he couldn't go home anymore.
"But in what capacity does Wuyan want to go back?" Su Jinzhi smiled, put his hands on the low table, leaned his body forward, leaned up to the man with his chin up, and talked almost lip-to-mouth with him.
The man frowned even more when he heard this, Su Jinzhi continued without waiting for him to answer: "In the eyes of the world now, only Feng Jiuli and Hua Wuyan are the only ones, and the general is the same. Wuyan left voluntarily at the beginning. If the general is guilty of guilt, It doesn't have to be—"
"Okay." The man's deep voice suddenly reached his ears, Su Jinzhi froze for a moment, and looked up at him.
The man looked at him without blinking his deep eyes, and said firmly, "As Hua Wuyan, I will take you back."
Su Jinzhi's fingers trembled and knocked over the teacup. The pain that surged up with the love in his heart made him tremble uncontrollably, but No. 1 was still fanning him coolly: "Control, control well."
Well, your mother's head.
Su Jinzhi was in pain and angry, just wanted to scold her, and stared at Feng Jiuli with wide eyes and red eyes.
Feng Jiuli thought he was happy, so he made his voice softer, and the coldness between his brows and eyes softened. He stretched out his hand to caress the long black hair on the side of the young man's head, and murmured against his forehead: "Sorry, I am late… "
He had heard the name of this person a long time ago, whether it was Hua Wuyan or Jun Changle, but he was not familiar with any of them.
But when he saw him, no matter how hard he tried to resist his throbbing, every time he met, he would always sink deeper, as if this was something that had been predetermined in their fortune-telling—even if I forgot you, when I When I see you again, I will definitely fall in love with you again.
Unexpectedly, when the young man heard this sentence, he slapped his hand away coldly, panting uncontrollably while lying on the mat beside him: "Who wants you to pick it up!" Even whiter, he couldn't even control his limbs and curled up, as if he was suppressing some great pain.
Su Jinzhi thought that he was going to pass out from the pain in the next moment, but in a whirl, he felt himself embraced by a pair of strong arms. The man gently held his hand, and the warmth in his arms relieved him almost instantly. body pain.
The long gown embroidered with Yao Huang was scattered all over the floor, and the young man's long black hair hung down behind his head and spread quietly on the bamboo mat. Feng Jiuli hugged him tightly to his chest, bowed his head and kissed his forehead lightly: "Sharp claws? You're nothing like him..."
Noticing that the body of the young man in his arms froze suddenly, Feng Jiuli laughed softly, and continued to finish his sentence: "I'm not like that person either. He forgot you, so don't remember him anymore."
"Forgot?" The young man smiled softly, but tears kept streaming from the corners of his eyes, "You said it lightly and simply, but it's easier said than done... easier said than done!"
Su Jinzhi's voice suddenly became sharp, but he couldn't hide the cry he tried to hide: "You can easily forget everything about the past, but you think everyone in the world can be as lucky as you—"
The man stretched out his fingers, pressed his lips, and sealed the rest of his words in his throat. For a moment, the Peony Pavilion was so silent that only the panting of the two could be heard. Su Jinzhi blinked his eyes, and the water in his eyes converged into drips again, wetting Feng Jiuli's palm.
He withdrew his hand suddenly as if he had been scalded, and sighed heavily: "I know, you will never forget."
Su Jinzhi looked up at him blankly.
"But we can get to know each other again. Your name is Hua Wuyan, and my name is Feng Jiuli."