Beautiful and miserable be aesthetics

Chapter 114

Feng Ke's gaze shifted from the blood in the basin to Lian Shenwei's face, and asked, "When did it start?"

He spoke slowly, just to let Lian Shenwei see his mouth clearly.The latter obviously saw it clearly, Feng Ke did not ignore the flash of guilty conscience in Lian Shenwei's eyes.

Feng Ke took a deep breath, his heart was stymied, and he suppressed his anger vigorously.

He speaks very fast when he is angry, and even Shenwei can't understand if he speaks too fast or talks too much.He couldn't imagine the scene where he jumped out word by word and quarreled with Lian Shenwei.

He will feel like a fool.

But after suppressing the anger, what was left was a deep sense of powerlessness.

He knelt down, grasped the wrist of the young man who seemed to be dodging, and slowly tightened it. Feng Ke felt the weak beating pulse in his palm, which represented vitality, and a little redness appeared in his eye circles: "Lian Shenwei, if you still hold I'm a friend, just tell me the truth."

"Whether you are like this before or after you became deaf."

Lian Shenwei looked at him for a moment.

"Before."

He lowered his eyes and gave a more precise time: "After using the internal force for the first time."

...It turned out that it appeared so early.

Feng Ke: "Why didn't you say it at the time."

"Just coughing up a little blood."

Lian Shenwei smiled at him, patted his hand, and said kindly, "It doesn't hurt."

This smile fell into the eyes, like a thorn, pierced in the heart, and the person who pierced was dripping with blood.

"Believe me," Feng Ke said with a dry voice, "...I can cure you. For so many years, I have taken your life, and this time it will work too."

Lian Shenwei: "I'm very troublesome, and you have to wait a long time to find some medicinal materials that I can use, and then develop them into new medicines."

"I don't want you to be too tired."

Feng Ke: "The work of studying medical skills is not tiring."

"...but I'm tired," Lian Shen leaned back with a smile, sighed, and said softly, "I'm very tired."

He is conflicted.

Or rather, he felt selfish.

I don't want to die now, nor do I want to live for a long time.

So he took medicine on time and was obedient, so when he saw the hope of extending his life, he chose to ignore it in his heart.

Without the shackles of hatred, his life is like a breeze that no one can hold.

"When I was in a coma last time, I was walking on a road full of thick fog. Halfway through, I heard you shouting and threatening me, wanting to prick me with a needle."

"I was scared back by you."

"Maybe my life is over and I shouldn't come back. This is punishment."

Lian Shenwei pointed to his ear.

The last voice it heard from the world was one after another, the fetters he couldn't let go of.

Feng Ke sneered: "What kind of punishment, if you want to punish, you will also punish me. I am the one who yelled, so what kind of reason should you be punished? If there is really such a mess..."

He spoke quickly again.

Lian Shenwei struggled to keep up at first, but then began to lose her comprehension.

It was as if he had been isolated, and the world was silent.

Feng Ke actually wanted to liven up the atmosphere, but realized that Lian Shenwei couldn't hear him, so he probably didn't understand what he was saying.

He was dumb for a moment, then lowered his voice: "May I hold on a little longer?"

Lian Shenwei easily agreed, and said obediently, "Okay."

Lian Shenwei's eyes were calm. To him, there was no difference between agreeing and not agreeing.It's like if he can make his friend happy, no matter it's good or bad, he's willing to obey.

Feng Ke felt powerless again.

He pulled the handkerchief out of Lian Shenwei's hand and threw it into the basin.

"The water is cold, you still have a fever, wipe your hands and go to sleep."

Feng Ke pulled him up.

When Lian Shenwei stood up, his eyes were dark for a moment, he hadn't eaten much these days, and he always felt dizzy.Feng Ke supported him, let him slow down for a while, and when he was no longer dizzy, he pressed him to the side of the bed, "Sit."

Feng Ke called Mingzhu in, and asked her to take out the water basin, and change to a basin of warm water by the way.

Mingzhu was stunned for a moment when he saw the blood in the basin, then suddenly raised his head, "...Master?"

Feng Ke shook his head, "Go and change the water. Clean up the veil, your master's blood is poisonous after all." Those green plants that suffered are also pitiful.

Ming Zhu looked at the bedside worriedly, and quickly brought the water over.

"From now on, your master is not allowed to use black handkerchiefs," Feng Ke bent down, wet the towel with warm water, wrung it dry, and handed it to Lian Shenwei, "Wipe it yourself."

Lian Shenwei couldn't hear it, and didn't know that the color of his handkerchief would be ruthlessly changed in the future, he pursed his lips, took it and wiped it, the blood stains on his lips were also wiped off, it was particularly glaring on the white face towel.

very obvious.

Ming Zhu took a look and frowned: "Yes, Mr. Feng."

Now with her and Tian Nan, Mr. Feng's words are sometimes placed before the master's orders.

Feng Ke has nothing to do with Lian Shenwei now, he can't hear the scolding, he can't understand the reasoning, and his natural bad temper has been "peaceful" a little bit.

"I will leave your side for a period of time, maybe a few months, maybe half a year."

Lian Shen blinked slightly, recognized it clearly and said: "Okay."

Feng Ke: "I'm not giving up on you. I asked Chou Che to get some new medicinal materials before, but it's hard to say if there are any in the frontier... I'm going to Nanting and Lansui, which are rich in medicinal materials, to have a look."

This sentence was a bit long, and Lian Shenwei answered a little slowly, "When are you leaving?"

Feng Ke: "Tomorrow."

There can be no further delay.

In fact, he wanted to leave tonight, but there was still a lot to explain, otherwise he was really worried.

He gave Mingzhu a look, and then said to Lian Shenwei: "Go to sleep and have a good rest."

After watching him lie down, Feng Ke went out of Lian Shenwei's bedroom and called Ming Zhu and Tian Nan together.

He returned to his room and briefly talked about Lian Shenwei's current situation.

"So, now his body is already deteriorating very seriously, and he can easily catch wind and cold, causing high fever. Don't let him drink cold water, and stimulating food is not acceptable. No matter how precious the warming medicine is, buy more and prepare more. According to the The medicinal recipes I wrote are given to him every day."

Feng Ke thought about it carefully, picked up a pen and wrote down the precautions word by word.

"There are also situations that may arise in the future..."

Ming Zhu and Tian Nan listened very carefully.

Feng Ke wrote in the middle of the night, wrote a thick stack of paper, and was not sleepy when it was handed over to the two of them. He rubbed his face and searched for medicine that Lian Shenwei could use.

A table full.

The portion is generous.

In the end, he emphasized again, "The supplements that warm and nourish the body cannot be broken, and those things support his foundation. No matter what method is used, he must be forced to eat."

"Anyway, he can't beat you now, so you can treat it as if you are grabbing a kitten and a fox to eat, and force it, and you can always squeeze it in."

Tian Nan was silent: "...Understood."

Toss until dawn the next day before considering every corner and corner.

Feng Ke packed his bags and arrived at Lian Shenwei's bedroom. At this time, the genius was dim, and the person with a low fever was sleeping soundly.

Falling asleep next to him, Feng Ke gave him the last injection, and pulled the quilt up again after the injection.

Then, silently, with a burden on his back, he left the Regent's Palace and rode away.

The morning breeze is cool, the morning mist is faint, the fallen leaves on the ground are withered and yellow, and there is a hint of frost.

The speed of Feng Ke's departure this time is much faster than the last time he left in anger.

frontier.

Heavy snowfall.

"Uncle Qiu!"

A young man holding a long gun was steaming, and turned over from the martial arts platform neatly. Li Ningfeng's eyes brightened, and he said with a smile, "Uncle Qiu, what are you doing here? Aren't you leaving?"

The young man's tone was very familiar, and Qiu Che's expression softened.

Li Ningfeng's legs have completely healed, and he is trying his best to recover to the previous level, and he will spare time to practice every day.

He has progressed extremely fast, and he can see through a little bit. In addition, he is the descendant of Fudu Mountain Villa, and he has a faint shadow of Ximian's youth. It is inevitable that Qiu Che will take care of him more.

Qiu Che's experience in swordsmanship can be said to be a master's generation, and getting a few words of advice from him is better than practicing for many years by himself.

Li Ningfeng has always been keen, and felt this kind of hidden love from elders. Gradually, he called Qiu Che from the very polite "Mr. Qiu" to "Uncle Qiu", and he was very fond of him. Respect and love.

"Here is something for you. Your master asked me to give it to you." Chou Che handed him the sword case in his hand, "Open it and see for yourself."

"My master?!"

Li Ningfeng was really shocked, he had never mentioned his master in front of Qiu Che, how does it look now, his master and Uncle Qiu also know each other?

He quickly took it over and opened the sword case.

"This is--"

Lying quietly in the sword box was a long glazed sword, but it was not soft and beautiful, about the width of a man's three fingers.

"Negative Snow Sword?"

Li Ningfeng was amazed, he knew a lot about the Jianghu and was obsessed with weapons, so of course he recognized this sword.

This is the inherited sword of Fudu Villa. Since the massacre of Miemen, the Negative Snow Sword has disappeared, and no one has seen it appear again.

Now it is in his hands, and it has something to do with the teacher.

Qiu Che: "Exercise your mind and swing your sword casually a few times."

Li Ningfeng did as he did, and was surprised to find that the inner breath was running extraordinarily smoothly.His nameless mentality seems to have some vague connection with this sword.

"Found?"

Li Ning closed his sword with a solemn expression: "Uncle Qiu, what's going on?"

"The mental method you learned by accident is actually the unpredictable Negative Snow Sword Technique, and it is one with the Negative Snow Sword," Chou Che explained to him.

"Your master has an old relationship with Fudu Mountain Villa. He accepted you as an apprentice back then because you learned the negative snow sword technique. He asked me to give you this sword, which is also the inheritance of the villa."

"Also, your master said, seriously, you have little to do with Fudu Mountain Villa. You don't need to care about or investigate the past grievances of their generation. If you want to, go to Fudu Mountain Villa every three to five years. Just a stick of incense will do."

It was cold outside and there were a lot of people, so the two of them went back to the tent while talking.

Chou Che basically never lied, and it was considered an exception for the sake of sleeping, so not all of what he said were lies.

He just said that his master had an old relationship with Fudu Villa, and didn't disclose any other news about Lian Shenwei.

No normal person would associate a chivalrous man in the arena with the regent of the court, nor did Li Ningfeng, but he had other guesses in his mind.

After pouring Qiu Che a cup of wine warmed in hot water, Li Ningfeng touched the negative snow sword and pondered for a long time, then suddenly asked, "Is my master Master Ximian?"

"Cough cough!"

Chou Che choked his throat with a sip of wine.

"Uncle Qiu!"

Li Ningfeng was startled, and quickly patted him on the back.

Qiu Che was really shocked.

He recalled it, and he really didn't say anything else, why did this kid link his master with Xi Mian? !

Li Ningfeng took a careful look at his expression, silently hissed, and confirmed in a low voice: "My master is really Mr. Ximian?"

It seems that there is nothing to say...

Ximian just told him not to expose his identity as regent.

Qiu Che pondered: "Why do you guess like that?"

"You know Master, and Master can let you pass on such an important thing as the Negative Snow Sword to me, which shows that you should be very good friends. You also said that Master and Fudu Mountain Villa have an old relationship, so let me wait three to five years later. Zai, go to worship when you have time."

"Uncle Qiu, you are very famous in Jianghu." Li Ningfeng liked the free and easy chivalry in Jianghu very much when he was a child. The descendants of this generation, the three of you, have left a lot of legends, I read a lot of books about your chivalry when I was young."

Li Ningfeng said it like a treasure.

"Master Ximian once slaughtered the entire organization of Zhuiyueliu for Fudu Mountain Villa. Later, Jing Jue... Your Majesty told me that when he was still the crown prince, Nan Xun was rescued by Mr. Ximian, and Mr. Ximian let him go Fudu Mountain Villa worships. Obviously, his relationship with the Villa is extraordinary."

"Similarly, Master can even decide on successors for Fudu Mountain Villa. This relationship is even more unusual."

"Uncle Qiu's character is not like a person who makes friends."

"There are very few such coincidences in the world."

After Li Ningfeng finished speaking, "Uncle Qiu, am I right?"

Really sharp.

Qiu Che was dumbfounded for a moment, feeling that he couldn't make it through, so he simply admitted: "Yeah."

Li Ningfeng was dumbfounded for a moment, and Qiu Che watched him open his mouth, his calm analysis just now was gone, his eyes were frighteningly excited, the boy suddenly slapped the table, which was made of stone, and he cried out instantly With a sound, he shook his hand.

Qiu Che: "..."

Li Ningfeng murmured: "Master Ximian was the knight-errant I admired the most when I was young..."

"The person I admire the most has become my master..."

He was in a very complicated mood, more happy, but suddenly remembered something, and his excited expression instantly collapsed.

Qiu Che was speechless: "What's the matter?"

Li Ningfeng hesitated: "Master's right hand?"

He had heard from Ying Jingjue that Mr. Ximian's right hand tendon had been cut off, and he was looking for heirs of the Feng family everywhere to heal him.

Ying Jing never knew about Jianghu affairs, but when Li Ningfeng heard it at the time, he knew that it was Mr. Ximian who lied to him.Xi Mian has a good relationship with the heirs of Feng's family, and if you inquire carefully, you can find out. If the Tesuji can be saved, why did it keep procrastinating?

He didn't pick it out.

Thinking about it now, the teacher probably lied because he didn't want him to worry after saving Jing Jue.

Qiu Che: "You know?"

At this moment, Li Ningfeng still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, but seeing Chou Che's expression, his heart couldn't stop sinking, and he asked nervously, "Is Master's right hand really serious?"

Qiu Che was silent for a moment: "He..."

"His right hand has been unable to hold a sword for many years."

Li Ningfeng shrank his pupils and clenched his palms for a long time, "Uncle Qiu, who did it."

Chou Che patted him on the shoulder: "He doesn't want you to know, so don't ask. It won't affect your daily life, writing and eating are fine."

Li Ningfeng remembered that in the reply letter from his master, there was a time when the writing was ending with more trembling than before.At that time, he thought it was because the teacher was in poor health, but now he knows...it must be the teacher's right hand that hurts.

Even though it hurts, I wrote back to him and answered his questions.

Young people always put their thoughts on their faces in front of the people they want to be close to.Seeing that he was still suffering, Qiu Che said helplessly, "His left hand is also very powerful with a sword, not much worse than his right hand."

Li Ningfeng raised his head.

Qiu Che: "I'm here to help you this time, because I lost to him in the battle, so he asked me to come."

The boy's dark eyes couldn't see the excitement just now. He touched his leg and said in a low voice: "Mr. Fuyu who treated me is the heir of the Feng family? He is also a friend of the master."

Float, the wind also.

Therefore, Fuyu is probably a pseudonym.

Qiu Che acquiesced.

Li Ningfeng was stunned for a moment, "That's how it is."

The catastrophe that could overwhelm his life this time was because Master silently helped him overcome it.

Mr. Fuyu is, and so is Uncle Qiu.

He Li Ning entrusted He Deyi to ask He Neng, so that he could take care of him.

He could even imagine that the master was far away, worrying about his unfilial disciple and frowning.

Unable to tell what it was like, Li Ningfeng stared at the burning stove for a long time, his eyes were a little sore.

"Don't think about it too much, there is still something for you to help," Chou Che said, "Your master, your health is not good, I came to the frontier, one is willing to bet and help you, and the other is to find medicinal materials that are not available in the Central Plains."

Li Ningfeng suppressed the complicated thoughts in his heart, came back to his senses, and nodded solemnly: "Leave this matter to me, but if this is the case, Uncle Qiu will stay here for a while."

Qiu Che: "It's nothing, I'm idle as well."

It's more interesting here than he thought.

The tent became quiet again, the water boiling in the stove was gurgling, and warm steam rose upwards.

Li Ningfeng: "Uncle Qiu, can you tell me about Master?"

"Okay."

Qiu Che smiled, and somewhat realized why the uncles he met when he was a child liked to chatter about what happened to him in the past.

Talking to the juniors is indeed a bit of fun.

"When I met your master for the first time, he was drinking at the Phoenix Terrace, and he lay down casually under the flower tree, and put his sword casually. That was the first time I fought against him..."

When the first good news from the frontier was sent to the capital, it seemed that the cold and snow there were also sent.

Lian Shenwei stood by the window watching the snow.

The young man wore a thick dark blue cloak, and his warm eyes fell on the jade sandalwood plum in front of the window.

"Plum Blossom Linghan, let's bloom soon."