VII

"Sir...Fusu is tired...want to sleep for a while...can you...can you go out first?" Fusu lowered his eyes and said with a wry smile.

"Do you need me to strip Yingzheng naked for you to sleep in your arms?" The old Taoist lost his mind, raised his eyes and said sarcastically, "Have you held back for a long time?"

Fusu's hand on the quilt grasped the quilt for an instant, his face pale and bruised.

The old Taoist continued to prod: "Why? Don't you dare? Afraid he will wake up in the middle? Don't worry, I won't wake up until it gets dark tomorrow! Guarding a cold living dead for 1000 years, washing and changing clothes and feeding medicine on weekdays, what should I do? You’ve read everything you’ve seen and done everything you need to do, right? He’s about to wake up soon, and you have no chance!”

"Get out!" Fu Su suddenly raised his eyes to look at the old Taoist, his eyes were indifferent and deep, like a millennium cold pool at midnight, so dark that no light could shine in. "Sir...you know how much you have kept from me..."

The old Taoist was stunned for a moment, then turned around and left with a cold snort.

"It's about passion, it's about courtesy, Fusu has a clear conscience for what he has done, and there is nothing frivolous or out of line, sir, don't say those words again."

Hearing Fusu's words that seemed to be an explanation or a warning, the old Taoist paused for a moment, did not turn around, and only sighed: "Stupid Fusu..." After walking out of the hut, the old Taoist sat down in the pavilion in the yard angrily, and scolded with a smile : "What a fool, I don't even know that Pindao is helping you! You don't even appreciate it? If you really did something, I'm afraid Ying Zheng will be the first one to kill you when he wakes up!" He sighed again, "What a fool..."

Fusu took a deep breath, the words of the old Taoist deeply touched the softest and most painful place in his heart, Yingzheng was sacred and inviolable in his heart, even Xiao Xiang made Fusu The moment was full of suffering, it was an unforgivable taboo and sin, so even if everyone guessed it, he just kept silent.Fusu knew that the old Taoist knew the person in his heart from the very beginning, but he didn't say it clearly because of him.His father might have guessed it, so he threatened him with his life...

Fusu looked sideways at Ying Zheng who was lying on the inside, reached out to touch Ying Zheng's cheek, and gently stroked the soft lips that had regained blood color with his fingertips, caressing them gently.So warm and soft.As the old Taoist said, if this person wakes up, he won't lie obediently and let him be frivolous. At that time, he is the father and he is the son, and they can only get along like this.

Thinking about it carefully, this is Fusu's most presumptuous move in the past thousand years.He admitted that he wanted to kiss him, wanted him, and wanted him like crazy.But just like what he said before, it's all about estrus, and it's all about courtesy.He fed Ying Zheng countless panacea, changed his clothes and wiped his body, never lied to others, but never acted rudely.

When Ying Zheng woke up, the sun had just set, and the afterglow of the setting sun slanted in through the window, shining on the steaming medicine cup on the table, and half of the candle flickered on and off.

"Are you awake?" Just as Yingzheng was in a trance, an old man with white beard and hair and a childlike face came in. The old man was wearing a very simple Taoist robe that was washed white, and he was holding a long and narrow box beside Yingzheng's bed. : "Pindao reckons it's time for you to wake up, this is your saber, Fusu asked me to return it to you."

"Where is he?" Ying Zheng raised his hand to take it, but he overestimated himself, his hands and feet were weak, and it was difficult for him to even get off the ground.

"Because I don't know when you will wake up, he lit the lamp for you, and went to rest after taking the medicine... He is too weak..." The old Taoist sighed, stretched out his hand to support Ying Zheng and walked down to the table, and took a few steps With the distance of the road, Ying Zheng was covered in sweat after walking, his whole body was sore, limp and numb, like being pricked by needles. "Your body has been lying down for thousands of years. It's normal for your blood to be weak. It will be fine in a few days. Drink it quickly."

"Where did Fusu pick this up?" Ying Zheng asked after silently drinking it and putting down the medicine cup.

"You seem to be much less suspicious and wary." The old Taoist stroked his beard and said, "I thought you should at least ask what this medicine is and what it does..."

"I don't know how many weird and unknown things I have been fed by that kid for thousands of years... It's not bad..." Ying Zheng opened the sword box and groped lightly with his hands. Said: "This sword is well maintained..."

"Of course it's well maintained!" The old Taoist sighed, "Fusu's favorite thing to do when he has nothing to do is to wipe the scabbard with soft silk, so even though it hasn't seen blood for a thousand years, it's still so sharp."

"Sir, an expert in the world, thanks to you for taking care of that silly boy Fusu..."

"Pindao regards him as his only disciple, so naturally he needs to take care of him."

"Really?" Ying Zheng sneered: "But Mr. seems to have forgotten to tell him that the medicine he gave me worked..."

"What did you say? The old man doesn't understand." The old man stroked his beard and smiled.

"Don't understand?" Ying Zheng continued to sneer: "Then let me explain clearly, sir, what you tempted Fusu to say, are you speaking for me? But I don't want to hear it..."

"Yingzheng." The old Taoist sighed, "Fusu doesn't know how to speak, you don't want to hear it, do you really want him to die to be reconciled?"

"He won't die."

"He will!" The old Taoist sternly said: "He gave you most of his blood, he will die! Without the blood of immortality, he will never live again!"

"Sir, don't you think I'm as weak and deceitful as Fusu?" Ying Zheng rubbed his hand on his knee and asked the long sword, and said lightly, "Fusu gave me most of the blood, and that blood can make Fusu live forever." Immortality, wounds heal quickly, natural life is endless, can cure all diseases, that is to say, I also have an immortal body. He is not dead now, and when he recovers, he can still live forever. Mr. lied to him from the beginning , but what plans do you have for him? I promised him that I will have him for the rest of my life, just for this, if I am still alive, he will not die."

"You!" The old Taoist stood up abruptly, pointed at Ying Zheng and was speechless for a while, before saying, "Ying Zheng, the poor Taoist is not as bad as you said! You and Fusu are indeed father and son. It's as annoying as talking!"

"Sir... Father has never seen you before, so I must have misunderstood you..." Fu Su stood at the door of the hut holding a stack of letters and said softly: "Father, I thought you just woke up, so I must have This is what worries me the most.”

The old Taoist and Ying Zheng looked up at Fusu who was standing at the door at some time. He was pale and thin, with deep eyes, and a head of scattered gray-white hair seemed to be coated with a layer of silver in the moonlight. Slightly swaying in the air, making him look even more fragile.

Fusu put the slip of paper on the table in front of Yingzheng, put away the medicine cup, and lit an oil lamp to make it easier for Yingzheng to read, and then slowly said: "This is the 1000-year-old Daqin book. History books, Father Emperor..." Before he could finish speaking, Fusu spat out a mouthful of blood, the blood stained the letter red, and also extinguished the candle just lit.

For a moment, no one made a sound. Ying Zheng watched helplessly as Fusu slid along the edge of the table to the ground. He wanted to reach out to help him, but he missed it after all.

The old Taoist was obviously frightened too, he quickly picked up Fusu from the ground, placed him on the bed not far away, stretched out his hand to feel his pulse, and exclaimed in shock: "Impossible!" Although Fusu's pulse was weak before, but It's still stable, and people are developing in a good direction, but at this moment it's so weak!

Ying Zheng strenuously walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, looked at the pale-faced Su Min and kissed Min's lips.Slowly opened the mouth and said: "Su Er... I know what you want... If you live... I will promise you..."

Fusu opened his eyes with difficulty, clenched Ying Zheng's sleeves with his cold fingertips, and said in a weak but labored voice, "I want your heart..."

"My heart?" Ying Zheng smiled lowly, "I don't even know where it is, Su Er...if you can find it... so what if I give it to you?"

"You have no jokes?"

"You have no jokes."

The old Taoist didn't care what the two were talking about, he quickly pulled out a few silver needles, and without hesitation pierced them into the acupoints all over Fusu's body, sealing the meridians to block Qi and blood, so that Fusu's meager blood was only in the internal organs. Circulation, maintaining the lowest consumption.

"Okay." The old Taoist wiped the sweat from his head, sat down on the ground like a collapse, and said, "His illness is a heart disease. Since you promised him, you probably won't die..."

"Why?" Ying Zheng asked softly, looking down at Fusu who seemed to be asleep.

"Hey, Fusu has always suffered from heartache, intermittent, sometimes mild and sometimes severe. He has never felt better after reincarnating for a thousand years. His illness was caused by you, and after hearing our conversation, his heartache was like twisting for a while. He just vomited blood..." The old Taoist stood up, took a gulp of cold tea and said, "Since you promised to try to accept him, his illness that has lingered for thousands of years should also be cured. Guess what? By the way, his blood is endless, can cure all kinds of diseases, bring the dead back to life, flesh and bones. Even if you give half of it to you, as long as he wants to live, he can survive. Isn’t it like this for thousands of years. I didn’t lie to him, if the blood I gave it all to you, and he will indeed die. Therefore, the old Taoist left him a third, as long as he survives the danger of ischemic failure of the internal organs in the early stage of massive blood loss, he can survive."

"It's just Yingzheng, I don't know whether you can live forever. After all, you haven't got all the blood, and some of it is your own. What will happen after the fusion, the old man has no idea... Knowing that you are father and son, the blood will never collide. That's why Pindao boldly exchanged blood for you two. His blood is too overbearing, and others will surely die! Pindao and Fusu have no blood relationship, and they can What's the plan? What's more, the old man has lived much longer than Fusu's child..."

"Yingzheng, let me say something that shouldn't be said. I have lived in poverty for so many years. Although I have lived in the mountains for a long time, I have a little understanding of love. It is rare for ordinary people to be attached to one person from beginning to end in just a few decades. Fusu This child can stick to one person for thousands of years, go through life and death for you, and protect you from the Qin Dynasty, I, an outsider, can't bear to see it, even if your heart is made of iron and stone, you should soften your heart."

Speaking of this, the old Taoist's face was mournful, and he said in a hoarse voice: "He has entered the world six times in the past thousand years, including worshiping the minister twice, once as the emperor's teacher, once as a general, once as a sycophant and changing emperor, and the last time, to find medicine for your injury After several years of coma, it was too late, and Daqin died, so he went to your Ying clan to support himself and revolt, and snatched this country back, it has been 280 years ago..."

"So many times, every time I was scarred, the bird was gone, the cunning rabbit was dead, the lackey was cooking... The worst thing was playing with power, suppressing all officials and courtiers in the open, and supporting the young emperor Zhongliang in secret, when the little emperor grew up... Now, it’s time to take him to the knife... The punishment of a thousand cuts... Bloody and bloody, heart-wrenching... Just thinking about it is horrifying... The executioner thought he was dead and threw him in the mess In the funeral hill, Pindao can hardly imagine how he struggled to survive..."

Ying Zheng's hands were trembling, and his heart was trembling, he closed his eyes, "It's my fault... I shouldn't have forced him..." For thousands of years, he had never heard Fusu mention this!

"Yingzheng..." The old Taoist didn't know who to feel sorry for at the moment, he could only sigh: "Fusu loves you...more than anyone else in this world...or maybe the only one in this world who loves you I'm dead... Such a bloody human heart is in your hands, hold it carefully, don't drop it, it will hurt..."