"No, based on the Third Prince's book and some records and paintings I've read before, I'll prepare them first. They may not be accurate. I still have to see them in person." Wei Zi had already made an excuse.
"Yeah." Feng Danyuan didn't ask any more questions.
Wei Zi glanced at him.
Feng Danyuan smiled at this look: "I asked, you answered, this matter is over. Do you still want me to break the casserole and ask the truth? If you want to say it, you will naturally say it. If you don't want to say it, I will listen.
What are you telling those lies for? You can’t hold on until you’re full!”
Wei Zi remained silent, but was moved in her heart.
Feng Danyuan asked again: "I haven't had any acupuncture for several days, so I don't need any more?"
Wei Zi replied: "Once every three to four days, I will prick five times. I will prick today." With a hint of warning: "Please cooperate."
Feng Danyuan raised the corners of his lips: "Yes, Doctor Wei."
Sure enough, this time, he remained silent and lay down on the bed obediently.
Feng Danyuan cooperated, and Wei Zi's movements were natural and neat. However, when looking at the hideous scars on his body, he still asked one more question: "Do you want to remove these scars? I can make medicine."
Feng Danyuan's smiling face turned solemn: "No, just keep it so that I can remember how those people died and how I survived."
Wei Zi's movements of retracting the needles stagnated, and the image of Feng Danyuan covered in blood appeared in his mind, and he felt inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart.
But this is the path he chose, destined to slaughter and blood.
Either someone else dies or he dies.
Thinking of this, she felt increasingly uncomfortable.
"Take the medicine well and give it three more injections, and the poison in your body will be gone."
She put the needle away and stood up, but her hand was held.
Feng Danyuan's voice was low and somewhat hoarse: "If I wanted to die, I would have died a hundred and eighty times. Since I survived, I will not die so easily."
Wei Zi turned her head, looked at Feng Danyuan and said: "I don't like hearing the word 'death' very much. 'Death' for the person involved is just a matter that is settled once and for all, but for the close relatives who are still alive, it is
The yearning that gnaws at my heart and bones day and night. That kind of day - I don't want to have it all over again. If I had a choice, I would rather die."
Feng Danyuan looked at her clearly visible eyes, with deep pain in them.
He couldn't help but hold her hand tightly: "If you don't like it, I will never mention this word again."
Wei Zi forced out a smile: "I also hope you live well."
She pulled her hand away from his and walked out of the room.
Feng Danyuan opened his palm and stared at it blankly.
"The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a spring boudoir's dream." He was not a sentimental person, but at this moment he couldn't help but think of these two lines of poetry.
*
All the way south, the spring light becomes brighter and brighter, the willows are red and green, and the birds are singing endlessly.
Although Wei Zi had something on her mind, she still went out for a spring outing and did not forget to appreciate the flowers, birds, fish and insects, and the beautiful scenery during the good time.
Finally we arrived at Han County where the ancient tombs and treasures are located.
Wei Zi handed the map to Feng Danyuan and said, "If you want to open the entrance, you will need at least a dozen people with excellent water skills."
Feng Danyuan asked: "Can you only enter through the water?"
Wei Zi nodded: "Yeah."
Feng Danyuan looked at her: "Can you drink water?"
