Pihanjin

If there are no ferries in this section of the waterway, it is impossible for ordinary people to imagine that they want to pass by swimming, not to mention it is winter.

Xie Changgeng just relied on his superhuman ability to walk in the waterway since he was a teenager. Under the impulse, he went across the water like this.

Rao is young and strong, and he floated several times in the middle to supplement his physical strength, but when he finally ended this long water journey and his feet touched the hard ground, he was already exhausted and almost collapsed.

He was lying on a grassy beach on the shore, from head to toe, no one was constantly overflowing. He closed his eyes, rested for a while, and when his physical strength recovered, he climbed up with difficulty, rubbed his hands and feet joints that were almost stiff from the freezing of the lake, and walked towards the medicine house based on the memories from many years ago.

There were also guards at the mountain pass leading to Yaolu.

He bypassed, climbed from the back mountain, and approached the medicine house.

Not far ahead, a guard standing guard blocked his way.

He pulled out the dagger stuck in his waist and leaned quietly behind the guard.

The guard seemed to be aware of the strangeness, but before he had time to turn around, his throat was tightly held by someone from behind.

Xie Changgeng was about to cut the guard's throat, but his hand stopped.

He raised his eyes, looked at the house in front of him, hesitated for a moment, then hit the opponent **** the back of the neck, knocked him unconscious, and dragged him into the grass.

It's late at night.

This night, for the first time in his life, he made such a risky move that he hardly considered the consequences.

The figure standing behind the window, he recognized at a glance, was the person he must see tonight no matter what.

He finally got his wish, and when he came to the woman's side, he was about to show himself when he saw that Mu's mother walking over, as if to persuade her to rest.

Her figure disappeared from behind the window, which was closed.

Xie Changgeng held his breath and stopped by the dim wall outside the window, waiting for the mother Mu to leave.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and the talkative and faithful servant girl finally left.

But beyond the wall, the figure in the night froze.

Xie Changgeng's heart was beating wildly, like a drum that was about to be smashed.

His clothes were damp and cold, tightly covering his skin, and his back was wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was the water from the lake or the layers of cold sweat that had just sunk out.

From the moment he jumped into the water and headed here desperately, he wanted to put his wings on and see her immediately.

All along, there have been so many doubts in his heart. He has been holding back, telling himself, don't care. It wasn't until a few days ago that he recalled his first meeting with her. He couldn't bear it any longer. He knew that he had to get her answer, without hiding anything, to end the troubles and torture that had been in his heart for a long time.

It was such a spirit that drove him to come here at this moment.

He did not expect that what greeted him would be such a surprise scene.

He couldn't refute the words she said about him, and he couldn't refute them. He even felt a sense of shame as if he had been stripped naked in public.

That's all, he is not a good person, and he never considers himself a good person. Then, what he heard was the real shock to him.

He knew she had always hated him.

But if he didn't happen to hear it tonight, he would probably never know that she actually hated him far more than hatred.

How much hatred is it for a woman to be so cruel to herself, the only purpose is to draw a clear line with him?

Once, he thought that the betrayal of his wife would be the biggest setback in his life.

In those unbearable days that have passed, every time he thinks of this, he is angry, jealous, unwilling, and perhaps a little bit painful.

However, compared to her determination that she would rather self-destruct her innocence and stigmatize herself, but also distance herself from him, all his anger, jealousy, unwillingness, and a bit of pain before him seemed so ridiculous.

Tonight he knew that he was worried.

He couldn't take a step forward, and he couldn't take the step of leaving.

A cold wind blew past him in waves.

He seemed to be frozen on this winter night, in this dark night, facing the window in front of him that was tightly closed towards him, motionless, until there was a commotion behind him.

"There are assassins! Protect the lord!"

The sound of rapid footsteps came one after another.

There was a sharp pain in his back. As if being bitten by an evil beast with sharp teeth.

He turned his head slowly and saw a torch light behind him, and a dozen guards rushed into the courtyard.

Several guards stretched their bows and shot the row of arrows towards him.

Mu Fulan got up and opened the door.

In the yard, the torches were lit, and there were guards standing with nervous expressions.

She looked at the surrounded assassin and was stunned.

She actually saw Xie Changgeng.

In a strange posture, he stood stiffly, from head to toe, wet, as if crawling out of water, his face was so white that there was no trace of blood.

As if hearing her movement, he turned his neck stiffly, turned his face towards her, looked over, and fixed his eyes on her face.

He looked at her for a moment, raised his feet with difficulty, as if he was about to walk towards her, but only when his shoulders moved, his face showed pain, his body swayed, and he fell down.

Only then did Mu Fulan see clearly that several sharp arrows were inserted deep into his back.

The dark red blood slowly overflowed from his damp clothes and flowed to the ground.

"The poor guards are not good enough to let the assassin take advantage of the loopholes, which shocked the master! The crime of inferiority deserves ten thousand deaths!"

Tonight's head guard, who had never seen Xie Changgeng before, naturally didn't recognize him. Seeing that the assassin was under control, he hurriedly knelt down to Mu Fulan.

After a while, she got no response. He raised his eyes and saw that she was staring at the unconscious assassin on the ground with a strange expression, thinking that she was too frightened, so he hurriedly removed the assassin immediately.

Mu Fulan closed her eyes and said, "Bring him in."

Everyone was stunned and stopped.

"Carry in!"

Mu Fulan raised her voice and repeated her order.

…

It was as if he had slept for an incomparably long sleep. When Xie Changgeng woke up from the coma, for such a brief moment, he had no idea where he was or what had happened.

But soon, the scenes before he lost consciousness quickly returned to his mind.

He opened his eyes quickly, and saw himself lying in a square room. The room was small and neatly furnished. There was a faint fragrance of herbs floating in the air.

He got it.

Here is the medicine house.

He endured the pain from his back, struggled to sit up, and was about to go down, when he saw the door opened and a simple and honest-looking boy walked in.

He recognized it, this young man should be the boy in the Yao Lu who he saw when he visited Yao Weng.

Ah Da was very happy when he saw that he was awake, put down the things in his hand, stepped forward to help him, let him lie back, and said to change his medicine first, and then let him eat something.

"Sir, you've been in a coma for so long, are you hungry? I've made porridge for you."

Xie Changgeng smiled and nodded, obeying his words, slowly lying down, and asked, "How long have I slept?"

He opened his voice and heard his voice hoarse, like the sound of a hammered gong, extremely harsh.

Adao: "Sir, the arrow wound on your back is not serious, you have a fever again, and you have been in a coma for three days."

Xie Changgeng closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again, turned his head, looked at the direction of the door behind him, and said in a low voice, "Did Lord Weng save me? Where is she?"

Adao: "Master Weng left last night and took everyone with him. Today, there are only adults and me in the medicine house. Lord Weng ordered me to serve the adults. , I should be able to wake up today, as long as I wake up, it will be fine. Lord Weng also told me to tell the adults, rest for a few more days, and when the fever subsides, the adults can leave by themselves. Lord Weng has already ordered people to go to the ferry at the foot of the mountain. I have reserved a boat for the adults, which can be used at any time."

Xie Changgeng fell silent, stopped talking, and let Ah Da change the medicine. After changing the medicine, he silently ate a bowl of porridge, then put on his clothes and went down to the ground. As soon as his feet landed, he felt dizzy and his body shook slightly.

Ada hurriedly supported him.

"Where are you going, my lord? You just woke up and you are still very ill. You should lie down again. What else do you want to eat, just tell me..."

Xie Changgeng closed his eyes, calmed down, and after the dizziness passed, he walked out of the room, stood for a moment, and then walked out.

He wants to go out, how dare Ada forcibly stop him. But seeing his tired expression and vain footsteps, he remembered what Lord Weng told him before he left, asking him to take good care of adults, how dare he let him walk around alone, so he had to follow him firmly.

The mountain was empty, except for the two of them, there was not a single trace of people.

He went out from the back door, broke a branch on the side of the road to use as a cane, leaned on, followed the mountain path, and walked down slowly, on the way, without saying a word, and finally came to the tree Rooted beside the thousand-year-old cypress on the edge of the cliff, Fang stopped.

The old cypress has tall branches, as green as a canopy, and on top of the tree branches, there are about a dozen bird's nests, large and small.

It was during the day when the big bird went out for food and disappeared, and in the nest, only a few small birds were left, making a delicate and crisp chirping sound.

He stood still, looking up at the chicks in the nest, as if fascinated. After a long time, he walked over slowly, sat under the tree, leaned against the trunk, and closed his eyes.

Sunlight shone through the gaps between the tree canopies and fell on his pale, paper-like face. He was motionless, his head tilted slightly, as if he had fallen asleep.

Ah Da didn't dare to make a sound, and quietly accompanied him. After a long time, seeing his eyelashes move slightly, he opened his eyes, turned his face, and whispered to himself: "Go and tell her, if she doesn't plan to come here to see me, I will enter the city and go to the palace by myself. see her."