Drunk life and dreaming of death, some people are hungover, and some people have one foot in the door of death.
Waking up with a splitting headache, Xia Qingluan recalled with some sluggishness another mistake she had made out of anger. When she was thinking about how to explain her gaffe, she received bad news, and Zixiu's life was hanging by a thread.
In Poyue Pavilion, the highest point in the world, only Zixiu treated her tenderly like a sister from the very beginning, and never alienated her because of her indifference. Even if she later had an entanglement with Wei Moyan, that gentle and graceful woman never blamed her.
In a short sentence, relying on his seriously ill body to support the hegemony behind him, he also supported her who was almost desperate for everything in the cold world.
Such a kind person does not deserve to die.
When he rushed to the room where Zixiu lived, only Hua Yu was by the bedside. It had been mostly midnight since Zixiu was found unconscious. It was dawn time now, but the disciples of Poyue Pavilion were destined to be in trouble all night.
Sleeping.
The woman sleeping peacefully on the bed was pale and bare-faced, with no trace of blood on her lips. She was haggard and distressed.
"Her illness—"
"It has nothing to do with you." She was about to ask but was coldly interrupted by Hua Yu. Xia Qingluan had always been indifferent and didn't like to talk much. After being robbed, she had nothing to say. She didn't even know where the other party's hostility came from.
"The wedding has been cancelled. If you still have some conscience, don't bother her again."
Wedding canceled?
Almost everyone in the pavilion didn't like Zixiu, so the most talked about topic all night was the news that the leader of Ziwei Hall was ill. No one told her that Wei Moyan had canceled the wedding. Although it was a bit unexpected, Xia
Qingluan is not yet depressed and angry. She is not really looking forward to this marriage. Perhaps Zixiu's old illness coming together at this juncture is God's arrangement and there is no way to escape.
"I just want to see her. I don't mean any harm."
Xia Qingluan was a little surprised by the slender palm tightly holding Zi Xiu's skinny wrist. Hua Yu was a man who was not easy to make friends with but was humble and polite. Compared with Lu Hanhai, Shao Fu and others, his attitude towards her could be said to be very gentle.
, but never thought that he, who is so taciturn and has no talent or talent, would have a deep obsession with Zixiu. No wonder everyone was curious about why he wanted to join Poyue Pavilion. It turned out that it was just for personal reasons.
Love word.
The white bamboo flute was lying in front of her, and she could not get closer. The man with lonely eyes exuded a different aura than usual, and isolated her a few feet away: "I told you, stay away from her."
"You commit your infatuation, don't involve her." A cold scolding sounded from behind, and at some point, the man in black stood quietly behind Xia Qingluan. In fact, Wei Moyan was in her room all night last night, and only went out.
While explaining some things, Xia Qingluan woke up and couldn't see her when she returned to her room. She followed the guard's instructions and found her here.
Hua Yu complained that he had betrayed Zixiu's deep affection, so naturally she was also dissatisfied with her. After all, the person who stole his heart was Xia Qingluan.
The three of them stopped talking, but the Dongxiao, which reflected every inch of light, refused to give in at all, as if it wanted to use the most beautiful murder weapon in the world to build a strong barrier for the sleeping woman, blocking out all people and things that might harm her.
At this time, Hua Yu will not pay attention to anyone. He lives in Poyue Pavilion because of Zixiu. Now that her life and death are unpredictable, there is no need to think about trivial matters and who to serve.
Gently holding Xia Qingluan's shoulders and pushing him out of the house, Wei Moyan shook his head lightly: "Let him be quiet."
"Why did it suddenly become serious?" Xia Qingluan couldn't help but feel a little confused when she remembered that she had chatted with Zixiu two days ago.
"Has she been taking the medicine sent by the doctor's wife?"
"Yes, but there will definitely be no problem with those medicines. Miss Yun and Master Zixiu are sisters, so there is no reason to kill her."
Even so, the suspicion lingering in Wei Moyan's mind was still hard to get rid of, and his doubts about Yun Yirong only became stronger.
Would such a scheming woman really treat Zixiu as a relative? He didn't believe it, but there was no evidence that Yun Yirong had tampered with her.
"Okay, don't think about this." He held up the slightly cold hand and felt relieved when he thought of her drunken appearance yesterday, "Don't drink anymore in the future, your body is too sensitive."
Suddenly two red clouds flew up to her cheeks.
Withdrawing her hand fiercely, Xia Qingluan deliberately did not look at him, but still walked towards her room with somewhat vain steps. The black figure followed her slowly with the cold morning air, with no intention of leaving. Her room,
He always comes and goes freely.
The sky outside the window is getting brighter, the flickering candlelight has been extinguished at some point, and there is still a faint smell of wine in the room.
"I have sent people to look around for famous doctors. If there is any news, I will take her there myself, so..." The words came to his lips, but Wei Moyan didn't know how to say them.
She understood everything he wanted to say.
"What to do about the Wulin Alliance Leader matter? We can't cancel or delay it."
"I don't have to be present to establish the alliance leader - you already know about the cancellation of the wedding date?" He was surprised.
It was already late when he arrived at Zi Xiu's room, so he didn't know that Hua Yu had already told Xia Qingluan his decision. He thought about her several possible reactions, including such indifference as if the matter had nothing to do with him, but he felt that he was not like that in his heart.
It's just a hope, he would rather she make her unhappy, so that he can still know that she still cares about their marriage.
It's a pity that the result can only be like this, indifferent as usual.
"Qingluan," the white-clothed woman who was as quiet as snow was hugged in her arms. She was a little stiff, but she didn't resist. Her fingers stroked the delicate green silk, as smooth as fine silk, and the close warmth made him slightly less worried: "Find a cure?"
I will come back after she takes the medicine for her serious illness, give me some time and wait for me."
Xia Qingluan nodded silently.
In fact, this was an agreement that had been made long ago. She once proposed that Zi Xiu's illness should be improved before considering their marriage. If there were not too many variables in the middle, this agreement could have continued and there would be no need to rush into things. For Zi Xiu,
She felt extremely indebted to him, not to mention waiting for him to recover, even if she had to wait until death, until she never had the chance to unite with him, she was determined not to hesitate at all.
It is enough to be able to look at him without getting tired of each other in the lonely and floating life.
"Yu Qing will stay in the pavilion and wait for orders. If you have anything, you can discuss it with him. In addition, you have to be careful about the doctor's mother. The many conspiracies that Xi Yingfeng set up before must have something to do with her." It seems that he is about to leave.
Likewise, Wei Moyan told her everything that needed attention, and the level of detail was no less than another military expedition.
No matter how strong she is, she always needs to be protected in his heart, and only he can protect her intact.
Outside the window, the red sun is gushing out, the morning glow is like blood, the soft light is not dazzling, and it blends in with the towering green mountains in the distance, making it quiet, beautiful and peaceful.
Like a waterfall, green silk slipped from the fingertips, annihilating a few wisps of cloud smoke, and the silent silhouettes of each other were projected on the ground, thin and almost transparent. The feeling was no different from that at the bottom of Qi Buddha Valley, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, independent from the world, looking forward to
This moment becomes eternity and I am willing to risk my life to protect it.
In the silence, a large shadow suddenly slipped from the window. Xia Qingluan was caught off guard and her heart skipped a beat, and her chest heaved up and down.
The embrace tightened, and the voice in the ear said with a relaxed smile: "It's just an eagle, it probably flew in the wrong direction."
The sun shone in the room again, but the ominous premonition in Xia Qingluan's heart could not be erased.