The so-called deep love and deep pain means that when the favorability level jumps to 96, the abuse value also reaches 97.
Luo Shutu received the system message while half asleep and half awake, thinking about it in a daze, and moved his aching body along the way.
It was still gray outside, Lan Ge got up early to make medicine, and entered the room with a gust of cold wind, stood beside him for a while to get rid of the cold, watching him move childishly under the quilt, then went to tuck the corners of the quilt.
The sleeping face of the young man is innocent, and the unconscious slightly pouty lips add a touch of cuteness. Lan Ge looked at him quietly for a while, then kissed him on the forehead, bent down and leaned on the bed, closed his eyes and took a nap.
Insufficient energy leads to drowsiness.
Luo Shutu didn't wake up until noon, and only vaguely remembered being woken up to drink medicine in the morning. He moved slowly to the outside room, and sure enough, he saw Lan Ge laying out food on the table, all plain, green and white, very bland.
"I was just about to call you," Lan Ge said with a slight smile, stepped forward to wrap his arms around his shoulders, and took over the weight, "Eat after washing, the medicine is warm in the small kitchen, drink it later."
His expression was gentle, and there was not even a little worry in his eyes. Luo Shutu leaned on him obediently, sat at the table, and was served to wash his mouth and clean his face as usual.
When Lan Ge wiped his hands for him, he said, "Don't decoct the medicine at night, it won't help if you drink it."
"What are you talking about? If you don't drink medicine, how is your health?" Lan Ge paused for a moment, then said nonchalantly, "Okay, let's eat."
Luo Shutu looked at him and said, "Lan Ge, you know I'm not going to get better." They all knew that this body's lingering last days depended on the precious medicinal materials, and now it's no longer meaningful to fall into a deep coma. In other words, if it's not today, it will be tomorrow, and he can't hold on for too long.
"Don't think about it!" The soft-spoken person lowered his face for the first time, calmed down, and then forced the corners of his lips to rise, and said, "I'll bring the medicine, you take it first." Saying, hurry up Step out.
Luo Shutu supported the table and stood up, peeping at the door. The person who had just gone out had his back turned to him, and punched the tree with a fist, his shoulders trembled, and he let out a suppressed and chaotic weeping sound.
He looked at it silently for a while, then turned and went back to the house.
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Before dying, one has to go through mundane things, even death is not peaceful.
After all, Prajna Valley is a quiet place, and for a while, he broke into so many people that he didn't care to see, and the rest of the comfort disappeared. Luo Shutu lay on the recliner, showing a wry smile.
My own body knows that the skin on the outside is still young, but the inside is severely damaged, just like an old tree that has been emptied, and it will be gone when the wind blows. Taking advantage of the good weather, Lan Ge accompanied him to bask in the sun outside the house, but unexpectedly bumped into someone who didn't even have an excuse to close the door.
It's such a coincidence, do you want to come to listen to his last words
The first person to arrive was Mujiabao. Mu Qingfeng was dressed in fluttering white and had a ruddy complexion. It was obvious that the Prajna flower had worked. Lan Ge was not polite, got up and said: "Young Xia Mu went to the wrong place? There is no second prajna flower here."
"I'm here to look for Shu Wang, this matter has nothing to do with others!" Mu Qingfeng was rarely tough, his expression was not as soft as before, he stared at the young man on the chair, and asked, "What did you say to the senior brother? Send flowers, and say that we will never see each other again with flowers!"
The young man's brows were tired, his skin was transparent, like a fragile ceramic doll, he twitched his mouth and said, "That's your business."
"But you get in the way! Otherwise, brother—"
"Since you used the flowers, why are you going back on your word? If you don't want to end your relationship, you don't have to!" Lan Ge interrupted him mercilessly with an uneasy face, "If you want to ask Mu Shaoxia, you should also ask General Lou. Go!" After saying that, he leaned over to test Luo Shutu's body temperature, and asked in a low voice, "The wind is getting strong, shall we go inside?"
Luo Shutu nodded, and just as he was about to move, there was a sound of horseshoes not far away, and the person came quickly.
Lou Liuyue on the horse looked the most embarrassing he had ever seen, with blood dried on the armor, chapped and white lips, and bloodshot eyes, when he jumped off the horse, he was helped by the soldiers who followed him, and he staggered to his feet.
"Senior brother!" Mu Qingfeng approached worriedly, but his outstretched hand was blocked before it touched the opponent.
"I said that day that you and I are destined to end here." Lou Liuyue said, without looking at him, his eyes were firmly locked on Luo Shutu, and he staggered forward.
Lan Ge sat on the side of the reclining chair, with his arms around the young man's waist. The posture that he wanted to bring people up was intimate, but he didn't intend to move, and looked at Lou Liuyue coldly.
"Rabbit..." Lou Liuyue called hoarsely, and took out a small porcelain bottle from her chest, "I'll bring you the antidote."
The young man leaned in Lan Ge's arms and looked at him, neither indifferent nor disgusted, just like the green hills of yesterday, the other party softly called his name, his eyes were clear and clear.
He was suddenly embarrassed, but the pride and self-esteem he had always had was nothing at the moment, he just said with difficulty: "Can we..." Can we start over
"No, there is no antidote?" The young man said first, his eyes slightly curved, showing a smiling expression, "Then it can't be."
"Bold! Did you know that the general was seriously injured? You can afford this crime!" A soldier said angrily, "I don't know what's good!"
Lou Liuyue shouted: "Back off!" Then hurriedly explained, "Rabbit, I didn't intend to coerce you..."
The corner of the young man's mouth became even more curved. He gently pushed away Lan Ge beside him, turned his back, and slowly took off his outer robe and unbuttoned his inner garment, revealing his slender waist and back. His skin is very white, a little illusory under the sun, and his shoulder blades are very obvious under the rapid weight loss, but these are not the most important, everyone's eyes are focused on the three dark red scars.
Those scars are not new, anyone who has been on the battlefield can tell at a glance, the wounds the young man suffered at that time were fatal enough, but the scars are still conspicuous now, it can be seen that the weapon that caused the injury was not simple. It's hard to believe that such a weak person can survive.
The young man put on his clothes, turned to look at the soldier, and said, "I can afford it." His voice was very soft, but loud.
"That's Longyuan..." Lou Liuyue's brain buzzed, her heart clenched, he couldn't imagine how Shu Wang survived that time, and what it would be like when he wanted to protect Mu Qingfeng first despair.
He suddenly remembered what Shu Wang said in the last meeting, and he didn't understand what it meant until now.
"It's okay..." He murmured, closing his eyes abruptly, trying to suppress the surging heat. It turned out that at that time, he had already lost Shu Wang, and there was no possibility of a comeback.
His five fingers pinched into his palm, and he didn't feel the pain. He opened his eyes, put the medicine bottle in front of the recliner, and took a step back: "Take the antidote, I have no other intentions, as long as you are fine."
Lan Ge glanced at him, confirmed that he was not planning anything, then bent down to get the vial.
His fingertips barely touched the body of the bottle, and an arrow dart smashed through the medicine bottle with an unstoppable force. There was a crisp cracking sound, and the transparent medicine liquid dispersed, seeping into the soil in the blink of an eye.
"No!"
Lou Liuyue rushed forward, grabbed the soil mixed with broken porcelain, almost collapsed, turned around suddenly, stared at the laughing Mu Qingfeng with red eyes, and flew with a sword, sticking to his face and stabbing Mu Qingfeng behind him. home guard.
"roll-"
The scene was chaotic, and apart from the chaos, Lan Ge, holding the young man in his arms, walked towards the house step by step, as if he hadn't heard of the farce behind him.
———
A person is too small.
When Lou Liuyue returned to Qingshan, she thought so.
Qingshan Town is the same as before. There are people coming and going on the street, and children running in groups playing together, holding freshly folded flowers in their hands, singing songs in childish tones.
"There are flowers blooming in the green hills, and there are flowers fading in the green hills. Year after year, people are different every year..."
He looked up at the green mountain, and the mountain that had suffered from the fire had returned to green and green, but there was no palace on the top of the mountain.
The green mountain is very high, he didn't use light work, and didn't use his internal strength, he just walked up the ground under his feet, took a rest when he was tired, and then continued.
He stopped when he saw a field of flowers.
The flowers are like white jade, with bright red spots on the petals, which look like teardrops, and the branches stretch out with the wind, very graceful, just like the children in the town. Lou Liuyue pushed aside the flowers near her waist, walked towards the center, and lay down on the ground.
The sky was blue and vast, and it was the first time he felt that it was a bit scary. Lou Liuyue closed her eyes, and a faint smile appeared on her lips, but it was not as good as the Lou family's secrets that the emperor would not tolerate...
If he didn't know, if he had known.
There are flowers blooming on the green hills, crimson snow is heavy on the mountains, dripping tears of rouge;
There are flowers on the green hills and withering, the thin branches hang empty, and the dead branches return.