Xuecheng knelt on the ground and kowtowed again and again. Everything he saw was desolate and gray.
"Don't do this."
Tu Weiwei wanted to help him up, but as soon as he took a step forward, Xuecheng placed the previously broken porcelain piece on his neck.
The sharp porcelain chip notched it, and even a slight touch caused blood lines to appear on the skin of the neck.
The overflowing bright red blood stained the porcelain pieces with a dazzling color.
"Let me go please."
Xuecheng said with red eyes: "For the sake of my friends, can you please give me, Xuecheng, my freedom?"
"Death is your freedom?" Ye Ying asked gloomily: "We met in Shenxuan and stayed with us all the way, from Xiaoyao City to Shenwu Chang'an, Zhanzhan Academy and then to the North. We never gave up in Dongli and faced the challenges of the world.
We laughed at each other to warm each other. You said that you would return to Chang'an and be the idle little Marquis Xue. Even though we are reluctant to leave, we know that there is no such thing as a banquet in the world. Even if we see you thousands of miles away, there will be farewell. It's just Xuecheng, your way.
Is the end, your destination, your freedom, death? You are not even afraid of death, how can you still be afraid of living?"
At the end of the story, Ye Ying was filled with heartache.
Xue Cheng knelt on the ground, his head drooped, his expression was rather dull.
It was as if he was thinking about what he wanted.
That day, after Shen Qingfeng said goodbye to him, he struggled alone in the secret room for a long time, like a depraved madman.
With a creak, the door opened and Chu Yue walked in.
"Ah...Ayue..."
When Xuecheng saw her, tears couldn't stop flowing out. In the blink of an eye, his whole face was covered with tears.
Chu Yue crossed the threshold, lowered her eyes and looked deeply at Xuecheng.
Mr. Xue Xiaohou is no longer as carefree as he was on the streets of Chang'an back then.
He is world-weary, tired, decadent, and rejects any salvation related to light.
Chu Yue pursed her lips and said nothing, pondering for a while before walking up to him.
"No!"
"do not come!"
"Ayue, please."
Xue Cheng moved his knees on the ground and backed away crazily.
With this tug, the hem of his clothes spread out, revealing his ankle, which was pierced by chains through the bones.
Chu Yue felt very uncomfortable and wanted to say something, but she fell silent after the words reached her lips. The hands hanging under her sleeves curled up slightly.
She said: "Even if you are going to die, you should go see him for the last time, right?"
"What did you say?"
Xue Cheng's eyes widened and he asked in a daze.
Because as long as Shen Qingfeng's name is mentioned, Xuecheng will go crazy and abuse himself, so that no one dares to mention it anymore, and Xuecheng doesn't know Shen Qingfeng's specific situation.
"Shen Qingfeng." Chu Yue whispered: "Go and meet him. No matter what the outcome is, don't leave any regrets. If you think death is your destination, Brother Xue, if you calm down and still want to choose this path, I will
I won't stop you, so you can go with peace of mind, I will take good care of the Xue family in Chang'an, but now, just follow your own heart and go without regrets."
"he……"
Xuecheng's lips trembled and he made a trembling sound.
Chu Yue gradually approached Xuecheng.
Xuecheng looked in a daze and made no movement.
When she got close, Chu Yue took off the blood-stained porcelain pieces from his hands and neck, and said warmly: "Go."
Xuecheng didn't respond.
Chu Yue and Xiao Li looked at each other, then lifted Xue Cheng up and took him to where Shen Qingfeng was.
There, Bu Hairou and Mrs. Mu were trying their best to treat Shen Qingfeng, King Scar and the dying and disabled soldiers left behind on the battlefield.
There are ghosts.
There are also human warriors.
When Xuecheng arrived, Shen Qingfeng was lying on the couch, blood constantly spilling from his mouth, and the snow-white cloth bandaging his shoulder blades was already seeping with blood in an instant.
Shen Qingfeng's robe was soaked in blood and turned red.
In sharp contrast to the blood, his bloodless face was as pale as paper.
He half-raised his eyes, which were hollow and without focus, and the characteristics of his life seemed insubstantial in the gossamer air, as if he would leave this world at any time.
"Master Chu."
Bu Hairou stood up with a very serious expression.
Her hands and sleeves were stained with blood from treating the wounded, and there was a hint of fatigue between her brows.
Chu Yue glanced at Scar King, Shen Qingfeng, and then at the wounded on the ground. Her mood became heavier and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
War is ruthless and cruel.
Even victory is based on the accumulation of countless broken limbs.
Behind the glory, there are often mountains of bones.
"Shen Qingfeng is difficult to treat. He has been poisoned."
Bu Hairou then said.
"What kind of poison is it?" Chu Yue asked.
Mrs. Mu came over and said: "Bone lotus poison, this is the poison that the Qingqiu Shen family is good at. The Qingqiu Shen family can be based on the Qingqiu continent and become one of the top aristocratic families, relying on
The art of making poison. This bone lotus poison is a poison that is raised from Xishan red lotus. It crawls into the bones of the victim and feeds on the bone marrow until there is no marrow in the victim's bones, only bone.
The venom left behind by lotus worms.”
"At this point—"
Bu Hairou took over the conversation: "The Qingqiu Shen family can use music to pull the venom from the bones and control the victim. The victim's body will be completely reduced to a puppet, and he will often suffer from the torment caused by the venom.
, you need to take the antidote secretly prepared by the Shen family in Qingqiu regularly. Shen Qingfeng's injury was too serious. The knife almost cut off half of his body, most of the bones were broken, and the venom soaked into the organs. Even if he was a Daluo god,
, there is no way to save him. The old lady and I tried our best to keep him alive for only three days. Mr. Chu, you make the decision."
"Three days."
The person who spoke was not Chu Yue, but the weak Shen Qingfeng.
He finished speaking with all his strength, took a few breaths, and looked at Chu Yue with a smile on his face.
When he saw Xue Cheng next to Chu Yue, the deep pain in Shen Qingfeng's eyes surged like an undercurrent, and after several ripples, it was hidden in the deepest place unknown to anyone.
"Is the bone lotus poison owned by the Shen family in Qingqiu poisonous?" Chu Yue asked.
Mrs. Mu shook her head: "Xiao Chu, at first Princess Hairou and I thought it was the poison administered by the Shen family in Qingqiu, but after these days of observation, we found that Mr. Shen had taken a forbidden pill called Yihua.
Dan. This kind of elixir was banned by the Medicine God Sect hundreds of years ago, because people who take this elixir have extremely strong side effects and put a load on their heart vessels. Therefore, warriors who take the Yihua Dan,
In the end, they will all die from a burst heart. The function of Yihua Dan is to transfer poison."
Chu Yue had heard of Yihua Dan.
In the early years, when many children from wealthy families were poisoned, they would let low-status warriors or death row prisoners take Yihua Dan to transfer the terrible toxins.
So far, everything is clear.
The same is true for Xuecheng.
The Qingqiu Shen family has never administered bone lotus poison to Shen Qingfeng.