Beautiful and miserable be aesthetics

Chapter 89

Even Shen Wei's body wouldn't lose that bottle of blood, something would go wrong.

Feng Ke stopped the bleeding in a hurry, and he took the medicine again after the two returned to the Prince Regent's Mansion.

In Lian Shenwei's view, this shallow wound was not even considered a wound.

Whether to save people or not depends on Feng Ke in the end. Although Lian Shenwei was worried, he still listened to his suggestion——

In the past few days, Li Ningfeng's character was tested.

Lian Shenwei: "As you said, if he still wants to die after half a month and gives up on himself, then use the method you said that takes a long time to heal."

Feng Ke: "Then don't feel bad, I'll use your blood for external use on him, it can suppress the melting blood Gu for half a month, and the pain will double in this half month."

Lian Shen nodded slightly.

"I see."

If he couldn't stand the pain, it really wasn't worth the price he paid to save it.

Although the sooner Li Ningfeng recovers, the better, but he has obviously been tricked by Beiyi to become what he is now.

Now Li Ningfeng is in the mansion saying that he is ill and cannot go out, but the matter of his legs may not be covered tightly.If there is a smell in the frontier, there is no guarantee that there will be no chaos.

He needs someone, someone who can step up and stabilize the situation in case something happens on the frontier.

Lian Shen rubbed the bandaged wound on his forearm slightly, and after a while, he took out a bi-color hole flute from the bookshelf, walked to the window, put it on his lips, and blew it gently.

A moon hangs in the night sky, the bamboo leaves are rustling, and the flute is playing.

The sound of the flute seems to envelop the misty rain in Jinling, the whip is rustling as he steps across the room, the young man leans against the attic with his sword in his arms, his clothes fluttering, and when he raises his eyes, he sees the breeze and bright moon.

Knights travel thousands of miles.

Feng Ke recognized the song immediately.

He looked sideways at the figure of himself playing the flute silently by the window, and the scattered bamboo shadows fell on the window sill, and the sound of the wind was like remembrance.

Nearly ten years on...

Even Shenwei has been hiding alone for nearly ten years, and he hasn't heard this song for almost ten years.

Feng Ke suddenly said softly: "I still say the same thing, the person you feel owed has never blamed you. If that person hears this song, he must be very happy."

The young man said nothing.

The rivers and lakes are vast and the world is vast, so the sound of his flute was eventually trapped in a corner. Now, if you listen to it with the breeze, can it be blown to the rivers, lakes and seas outside the imperial city?

at dawn.

The young Chujun fell into a deep and confused dream.

In the dream, he was still very young, running around in an elegant pavilion and waterside pavilion.

Youdao's gentle Pingting figure stood in the mist, holding a basket and waving at him, with some affectionate slang mixed in: "Hey, Tuanzi, let's eat, little Tuanzi."

He happily rushed towards that figure.

Before he jumped on him, he was lifted up by his collar. Ying Jingjue looked up with great effort, but he couldn't see the faces of the woman and the person who was carrying him.

He was struggling in the dream, breathing hard like drowning.

The person who was carrying him spoke, as if he disliked the stinky little boy in his hand, with a clear and clear voice unique to teenagers: "Sister, you and brother-in-law are both good-looking, my little uncle is not bad, right? Why? This guy is so, uh... well, I won’t say anything.”

Ying Jingjue was so angry that she barked her teeth and claws, cursing, but she couldn't hear what she was cursing.

After he finished cursing, he cried helplessly, and the young man panicked: "Ah, sister! Hurry up and coax me!"

The gentle female voice gloated, but walked away: "You coax, go to dinner together after coaxing, don't run out, look at you, counting, I haven't seen you for three months."

"Sister..."

After a while, it was all over, the boy hugged him with a sad face, and flew around several times, Ying Jingjue felt it was very exciting, the three or four year old child held his little heart, opened his eyes wide, and had long forgotten how to cry.

"Zi Tuanzi, little nephew, is it fun? I will teach you how to fly in the future, so you can call me little uncle to listen?"

He was so happy being coaxed, he kissed the boy on the face, hugged the boy, and said stickily, "Little uncle is the best~"

In the dream, there was a thick fog, and he tried his best to see the face of the person holding him clearly, but he couldn't see clearly.

"His Royal Highness?"

"Your Highness, wake up!"

"Your Highness? Your Highness?"

Ying Jingjue opened his eyes suddenly, his heart was beating fast, and his eardrums were also bulging, which made him flustered. He subconsciously wiped his forehead, and wiped the cold sweat with his hands.

Looking up again, it was already daylight.

Xiao Zhizi groaned, "Your Highness, what's the matter with you? Are you in trouble?"

Ying Jingjue was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "It seems... I had a dream."

There was a thick fog in the dream, but what happened in the dream was completely forgotten the moment he woke up.

He quickly withdrew from the inexplicable dull mood.He slept in the Zhongyihou Mansion yesterday, and after cleaning up, Ying Jingjue went to Li Ningfeng's room.

The imperial doctor was already waiting.

Li Ningfeng woke up from the pain. For some reason, the leg that was less painful after taking the medicine yesterday felt like a crushing bone today.

Not to mention taking medicine, he can't even utter a word now.

After losing so much blood, his face was flushed, obviously because he had a fever.There was a smell of carrion and blood in the air, strong and disgusting.

Ying Jingjue: "Why does it look more serious today?"

The imperial doctor hesitated: "This, this humble minister doesn't know, the medicine is obviously the same as yesterday, the young master shouldn't feel pain, maybe, maybe cut it off as soon as possible..."

Li Ningfeng barely opened his eyes, and said stubbornly, "No."

The sun was shining outside, and the spring was getting darker. The imperial doctor's palms were covered with sweat, and he said nervously: "It's still cold today, but the injury on the young master's leg festered repeatedly, bleeding pus and blood, and it can be controlled."

"But if it's summer, there will be more mosquitoes on the young master's legs... At that time, whether the young master can accept it is one thing, but whether he can survive until summer is another matter."

The imperial physician spoke clearly, Li Ningfeng didn't start, silently refusing.

Ying Jingjue: "Ningfeng's leg pain must be reduced, as long as it lasts, I will tell my father and let you take turns staying in the Hou's mansion to take care of it."

Imperial Physician: "This is as it should be."

Li Ningfeng: "No need."

Ying Jingjue was surprised: "What's wrong?"

The imperial physician withdrew with a wink.

"Now, your situation in the capital is finally getting better. If my current situation gets out, it will be very bad for you," Li Ningfeng said in a low voice, "The imperial doctor takes turns in the Hou's mansion, and it will only make people think that my injury is very serious. Seriously, and if they're all gone, no one will be staring at me."

Ying Jingjue: "When are you still thinking about this?"

His tone sank, "Nothing is more important than your life now!"

Li Ningfeng opened his mouth, and after a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "Don't let the imperial physician tell father that Mafeisan has no effect, just say, I took the medicine and it didn't hurt that much."

Probably because he was too weak, he didn't notice that someone was coming outside.

Ying Jingjue glanced at the hem of the python robe outside, and sighed inwardly, "Yes, I won't tell the old Marquis."

Hou Zhongyi stood outside for a long while, then took out the cloth from the plate of the servant next to him, and tied it clumsily to the bottom of his right iron leg, making sure that it landed silently, then turned and left.

After a while, the boy came in again, took out a piece of cloth, and threw it under Li Ningfeng's festering legs.

Li Ning closed his eyes.

He clenched his hands tightly for a long time before letting go.

The Nan'an fraud case came to an end, and the dirty money was found, but Ying Jingjue did not mention that he had noticed Lian Shenwei's manipulation in it.

He knew that he couldn't take Lian Shenwei down now, so he simply turned all his emotions into sharp blades and hid them, and when he was able to make a move, he killed him with one blow.

When he reported this matter, he took advantage of the opportunity to connect the assassination on the night when he found the dirty money with Li Ningfeng's injury, and he asked the imperial physician to treat Li Ningfeng with a relaxed expression, as if the injury was not serious.

Not only that, but Ying Jingjue plotted against the third prince overtly and secretly.

Emperor Jing Cheng knew the inside story and deeply felt that Ying Jingjue had grown a lot, so he uprightly sent the imperial physician to treat him, and used the reward as an excuse to moderately release some real power to the young prince again.

Ying Jingjue personally took over the investigation of Li Ningfeng's meridian internal force attack, and the court situation could not be heard in the Hou's house for the time being.

Feng Ke said that there is a test, and that is the real test. Illness is never the most tormenting person, but the most tormenting thing is the feeling of powerlessness in the illness.

Little by little, he watched his vitality go by, being eroded by decay and darkness day and night, and the ubiquitous death aura lingered in his flesh and blood.

False hopes are sometimes more tormenting than endless despair.

As the days passed, Li Ningfeng had never felt that the time was so long, his legs could not move at all, and he could even clearly feel that the internal force in the meridians was slowly passing away.

His realm fell extremely fast, from the peak of Tianheng Realm at the beginning, he almost fell to Kaiyang Realm.

Watching himself become a useless person, he tasted——

Life is better than death.

For a proud man, it was like breaking his spine, forcing him to wriggle like a bug on the ground.

Father, Jing Jue...many people wanted to pull him up, but he became more dizzy day by day.

When a person is in a desperate situation, he will have many dark emotions. These dark emotions made him unable to bear the self-loathing. Li Ningfeng began not to eat or talk.

In just ten days, he was as thin as a stick, like an old man on the verge of death.

On this day, he received a letter.

He sent it to Master more than ten days ago.

It was brought by the old Hou Ye: "This letter was delivered a few days ago, but I was always worried about you, so I forgot it. I just remembered it today."

After Li Ningfeng waited for him to leave, he tried his best to open the envelope.

The handwriting on it is still the same, except for one or two hard-to-write characters, the strokes tremble slightly——

This has never happened before.

The master should be a swordsman. The swordsman's hands are always steady, and the pen is slightly trembling. Are you injured or sick?

The letter answered the questions he asked, with concise and gentle words, but added a sentence at the end: [Life and death are fate, and the world of mayflies is also a life without regrets. As a teacher, you are in good health and do not need various supplements for nourishing yang. ]

Li Ningfeng bent his lips inexplicably.

He was just used to leaving a copy of everything good for Master.

Life and death are fate, and the mayfly world is also a life without regrets...

He silently read this sentence.

He, Li Ningfeng, was as proud as ever in 19 years. A young general galloping on the battlefield, he once swore an oath looking at the snowfields and barren grass, that he would rather die vigorously than live a meager life.

He didn't want to cut off his own leg and imprison him in this life in a corner. If he was really destined to die, every day before his death would be his few time in this world.

Li Ningfeng's eyes were slightly wet, and he said in a hoarse voice: "...Come here!"

The boy outside came in quickly.

Li Ningfeng said: "Tell father, I want to have dinner with him."

The next day, when Lian Shenwei came back from court, he heard Mingzhu tell about the young master's cheering up.

Ming Zhu is good at keeping secrets, so he has been keeping an eye on the Hou Mansion for him these few days, focusing on observing if there is any suspicious person.Of course, he also silently recorded Li Ningfeng's every move.

Lian Shenwei changed his clothes and said with a smile: "Feng Ke, are you satisfied?"

"..." Feng Ke said coldly, "As long as you are satisfied, I don't care."

Knowing that Lian Shenwei couldn't be stopped, he took advantage of these few days to research three prescriptions, one was for that kid surnamed Li, and the other one he would grind into pills and remove the ingredients. For Lian Shenwei to replenish blood.

The last one is the medicine that can make Lian Shenwei bleed less.

However, there are some side effects, and the boy surnamed Li must suffer a little bit.

Lian Shenwei: "When will it start?"

"Come on," said Feng Ke, who had calmed down a lot, "There must be a valid reason for rushing to reincarnate, and you must give me a serious identity, otherwise why would people trust me."

There are countless people looking for heirs of the Feng family in the Jianghu. He can't appear here in the name of the Feng family, one is because he finds it troublesome, and the other is because of Lian Shenwei.

In the early years when Lian Shenwei traveled around the rivers and lakes, although he mostly covered his face with a bamboo hat, there was no guarantee that he would not attract some old friends from the rivers and lakes. If they were discovered, it would be really fun.

Lian Shenwei: "Don't worry, he will believe you."

Five more days.

A strange man wearing a wooden mask came to Zhongyihou's mansion, claiming to be a friend of Master Xiaohou, and came to deliver a letter.

Li Ningfeng read the letter, there were only two sentences on it:

[Knowing your recent situation, Fuyu is a friend of the teacher, with superb medical skills, you may try it.Ling, Fuyu has a eccentric temperament and goes along with him. ]

After reading the letter, Li Ningfeng believed most of it in his heart, raised his eyes and said, "You..."

Feng Ke gave him a cool look, "Floating below."

Floating, meaning swift wind.

Scratch you brat to death.

Old Hou Ye also read the letter, knowing that his son has such a master.

Especially Ning Feng's master's handwriting is free and easy. Every time he sees it, he can think of the letter he received in the frontier three years ago from that chivalrous man.

Although there are some differences in the handwriting, they are quite similar in general. Looking at the characters and people, they are all aboveboard.

The old Hou Ye immediately seemed to have grasped the last straw, "Mr. Fuyu, please treat me!"

Feng Ke avoided his ceremony, followed the rules of the Feng family, and said indifferently: "The patient is not cured, it is not polite. Old Hou Ye, let's leave first."

Old Hou Ye quickly made room for him to treat him conveniently.

Feng Ke knew the condition of Li Ningfeng's legs very well, and after carefully checking that there were no other emergencies, he gently took out a jar of blood from the wooden box he was carrying.

The boy fetched a bucket of hot water as he ordered.

The barrel is deep enough to submerge the calves.

Feng Ke sprinkled medicinal materials in it, and said concisely: "Soak."

The water was still boiling hot.

Without any hesitation, Li Ningfeng supported the edge of the bed with difficulty and put his legs in, his face paled instantly.

Feng Ke divided the jar of blood into a small cup, and poured the rest into the bucket.

In the next second, Li Ningfeng realized that something was biting his leg crazily. The water in the bucket exuded a strong smell of blood and decay, mixed with the fragrance of medicine, which was vaguely evil.

Li Ningfeng looked at the jar in his hand: "What's in it...?"

Feng Ke sneered: "Human blood."

Seeing the sudden change in Li Ningfeng's expression, he added slowly: "The blood of the medicine man."

Li Ningfeng: "The medicine man?"

He seems to have vaguely heard this word somewhere.

"I don't know? Let me explain to you," Feng Ke said slowly, "This medicine man is a person who is fed poison continuously, takes antidote, feeds poison again, cuts open the meridian, and puts some cute little things in it. Things... those who survived successfully, blood is the most precious medicine."

"Medicine people are also divided into three, six, and nine grades, and those for you to use are naturally excellent."

In fact, there are also medicine men in their Feng family, and they bought them. If they don't buy them, others will buy them, and there are even so many people who can't survive, who want to be refined into medicine men on their own initiative.

In their medical heirloom families, the medicine man has other names, such as blood beast and blood slave, so they are not considered human beings, and they are very contemptible.

After Feng Ke first found out that Lian Shenwei had been refined into a medicine man, one could imagine the anger in his heart, but he gradually calmed down and stopped thinking about it.

But last night when he saw Lian Shenwei bleed into the small jar, his face turned pale little by little, and the little vitality he had managed to raise disappeared in the blink of an eye before he had warmed it up for a few days.

Although he knows that the meaning and purpose are different, Feng Ke inevitably thinks of the bloodletting scene of those medicine men in the Feng family——

In the edification he received since childhood, this is a kind of contempt for his own body.

He couldn't associate the lowly and dirty words like 'blood animal' and 'blood slave' with the tall and tall young man who used to play the sword and flute.

Feng Ke couldn't control himself not to be angry, and the breath stuck in his heart, which made him want to vomit blood.

For some reason, Li Ningfeng heard a little anger in Mr. Fuyu's voice.

He remembered where he had heard the term "medicine man". During Gaozu's reign, he was obsessed with alchemy, raised medicine men, and used blood as medicine, but it didn't work, instead he died suddenly.

It was the first time Li Ningfeng heard such a detailed explanation of the medicine man, and felt it was extremely cruel, but it was something that saved his life, so he didn't know what to say for a while.

Feng Ke glanced at him, and understood his thoughts by [-]% or [-]%, "Don't think blindly, and don't ask random questions, you will break the rules in the world, and your master will be difficult to deal with when the time comes."

Li Ningfeng's heart trembled slightly, and he stopped thinking about it.

The cold sweat broke out layer by layer on his body, and he said weakly: "Mr. Fuyu, can my legs be saved?"

Feng Ke: "Yes."

His tone was so indifferent that Li Ningfeng was stunned instead.

This Mr. Fuyu stared at him, the ridicule faded from his eyes, and his eyes became dark and cold.

Feng Ke: "You must always remember that it was your master who asked me to save you."

Lian Shenwei's current status is on the opposite side of Li Ningfeng, but he doesn't care about this, if one day, this kid does something to bully his master and destroy his ancestors, I'm sorry for his smallness.

He is older than Lian Shenwei, and he doesn't mind being a Shibo, so that this kid's legs will never stand up.

Before Li Ningfeng recovered from the news that his leg was recovering, he subconsciously lowered his expression and said solemnly: "Master's great kindness, Li Ningfeng will never forget it!"

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