Story of Yanxi Palace: Fu Ying's banner will never fall

Wei Yingluo then realized that her master was wearing black. The dark color was like the thick ink in the middle of the night, so oppressive that it made people breathless.

That means, Master... As soon as this thought flashed through her mind, Wei Yingluo's heart seemed to be struck by lightning, and a sharp pain instantly spread throughout her body like a surging wave.

Her eyes were instantly filled with tears, and it felt like there was a vast ocean in her eyes, and the surging tears were about to burst the dam.

She held Ye Tianshi's arms tightly, her hands like iron clamps, gripping tightly, her nails almost digging into Ye Tianshi's flesh.

"Master, Master, is it true that... when you go to see him, why don't you take me with you!"

There was a hint of complaint and endless sorrow in her voice. Every word seemed to be squeezed out with difficulty from a broken heart. Her body was trembling slightly like an autumn leaf shivering in the cold wind.

Ye Tianshi nodded woodenly, his eyes were dull, as if he had lost his soul, and the life seemed to have been drained out of him.

"He didn't let me tell you, but asked me to bring you a wedding gift." His voice was low and hoarse, as if it had been polished by sandpaper, and every word was accompanied by a heavy sigh.

He handed over an ancient box. His hand seemed to have no strength and was trembling slightly, as if the box weighed a thousand pounds.

Wei Yingluo took it stupidly, her hands holding the box stiffly like a machine. Her eyes were empty, as if she had lost all consciousness.

She hugged the box tightly, as if it was her last resort, the only harbor that could give her a little warmth and comfort in this storm.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Yingluo burst into tears, the cry was like a raging flood, pouring out of her throat. Her body was shaking violently, like a leaf in the wind, which could be blown away at any time.

The air around her seemed to be shaken by her crying, becoming heavy and oppressive.

For her, these days were definitely the most painful and helpless in her two lifetimes.

Outside the carriage, the sunlight was blocked by dark clouds and the sky became gloomy.

Bixiao, who was accompanying him, couldn't help but be shocked.

Her eyes widened slightly, with a surprised expression on her face. Her hand unconsciously covered her mouth, as if trying to stop herself from making any sound, and her body unconsciously took a step back.

Both the master and the disciple were extremely sad; their moods seemed to be shrouded in darkness, so heavy that they were beyond words.

They got off the carriage together and walked slowly towards Fucha Mansion. The stone road under their feet seemed to become particularly long, and every step was full of heaviness.

Ye Tianshi's steps were still a little staggering, like a drunkard, and every step was difficult. His body was shaking, as if he would fall at any time.

Wei Yingluo looked dazed, her eyes unfocused, as if she was sleepwalking, mechanically following Ye Tianshi. The breeze blew, and her hair fluttered in disarray.

After arriving at Fucha Mansion, Ye Tianshi came to Fuheng's bedside.

He sat down slowly and took the patient's pulse gently. His expression was serious and focused, and his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was trying to find a hint of life from the pulse.

Mrs. Fucha and the master also looked at him expectantly, their eyes full of hope, as if they saw a ray of light in the darkness. Mrs. Fucha clasped her hands tightly together and placed them on her chest, her fingers turned white because of the force, as if she was praying devoutly.

Master Fucha stood straight, staring at Ye Tianshi, hoping that this famous doctor could save his son. His face was full of tension and anxiety.

Unfortunately, Ye Tianshi shook his head, and his head shook very slowly, like a heavy pendulum. Every shake seemed to carry endless helplessness and regret.

"I'm sorry, the poison of this miasma will penetrate deep into your lungs immediately. Yingluo has handled it very well, otherwise you might be..."

There was a hint of helplessness and regret in his voice, as if the words were squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Doctor Ye, please, you must think of a way to save Fu Heng." Madam Fucha almost knelt down, her knees slightly bent and her body leaning forward.

She prayed with tears in her eyes, her face full of tear marks and her eyes filled with despair and helplessness. The tears kept sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the ground.

"I will do my best." Ye Tianshi sighed, his shoulders sank slightly, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

"Yingluo, come back with me and read the medical book left by your master. Maybe it can provide a solution." A glimmer of hope rekindled in his eyes. Although it was very faint, it was enough for Wei Yingluo to grasp it.

Wei Yingluo nodded, "Okay." Her voice was very light, like a feather falling, without a trace of strength.

After the master and the disciple returned to their residence, they began to read the medical book thoroughly.

The room was filled with the smell of old books, and the sunlight came in through the cracks in the window, shining on the piles of medical books. Their eyes quickly scanned the pages, and their fingers kept turning the pages, so fast that it seemed like they were racing against time.

There was a tense and depressing atmosphere in the room.

But they found nothing. Ye Tianshi's hair was a mess, like a bird's nest. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which kept flowing down his cheeks.

But his eyes were wide open, with a look of unwillingness in his eyes.

He said unwillingly, "It's impossible. Master clearly said that when he was traveling in the southwestern tribes, he treated a man who was infected by miasma and was on the verge of death. How could there be no record of it?"

There was a hint of anger and confusion in his voice, and he held the medical book tightly in both hands, as if trying to squeeze the answer out of the book.

He was filled with infinite longing for his master, and that longing was like a thin silk thread, tightly wrapped around his heart.

Wei Yingluo was extremely tired, her body seemed to be drained of strength, and she slumped in the chair. Her breathing became heavy and rapid, as if she had just experienced a long run.

But her mind was always on edge, because Fu Heng could not hold on for long, and she looked at Ye Tianshi with hope.

"Master, please think about it carefully. Did your grandmaster say anything?" Her eyes were full of anticipation, like a drowning person grabbing the last straw.

Ye Tianshi thought about it over and over again, his brows tightly furrowed like a knot that could not be untied.

He pulled his hair hard, his movements were a bit crazy, and his hair fell all over the floor, but he still couldn't remember anything. There was despair in his eyes, as if he had fallen into an endless dark abyss.

"Forget it. It's getting late. Yingluo, you should go back and rest first." Ye Tianshi's voice was low and weak, as if all his strength had been drained away.

Wei Yingluo nodded blankly, her eyes were empty, as if she had lost her soul, and she was very slow in getting up.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind, and she was like being struck by lightning, and she became excited instantly.