I have a deep love for Zhenjun

141.

I followed Yu Xin through the corridor and came to Fuqing's bedroom.In front of the door, she stopped suddenly, turned around and handed me the medicinal soup, and then opened the door, but she didn't take a step.

I asked, "Master Xi, why don't you go in and have a look?"

"I... used to take away a lot of happiness from my cousin." She shook her head with a seemingly relieved smile, "but now, he is free."

"He will fly to very high and far places. From then on, the sky is high and the sea is wide, and he can roam the world without restriction."

After saying that, Luo Xin gave me a slight push on the back, and I followed the trend and stepped into the house.

After walking a few steps, I looked back at her.

With the light behind her, she turned into a black silhouette, and her face could no longer be seen clearly.

"It turns out that it is not as difficult as I imagined to do these two words." She raised her hand and tapped on her chest, "Please be nice to my cousin."

Before I could respond, she closed the door, leaving the room silent.

After a while, footsteps sounded.

Gradually farther and farther away, until it can no longer be heard.

142.

It was almost nightfall.

I went to the table and lit a lamp.

With this light, I looked down and saw broken pieces of porcelain scattered all over the floor, in a mess, and there were even a few unsealed wine jars lying here and there in the corner.

The wine jar... is also strange.

I seldom see Fu Qing drinking alcohol on weekdays, and he doesn't seem to hold alcohol well.Previously in Xinghuatian, he was so drunk that he passed out with only a cup of phoenix in his throat, and he returned to the room after being carried on my back.

Thinking of the situation that day, I unconsciously brought a smile on my face, but quickly put it away.

Overthinking is useless.

After all, he is not who he was then, and I am not who I was then.

Holding the medicinal soup in my hand, I carefully avoided these tiles, walked slowly into the inner room, stood beside Fu Qing's bed, and looked down at him.

He was only wearing an undershirt, lying on his side, with black hair pouring down, barely covering the outline of half of his face, revealing only a pair of tightly closed eyes.

Appears to be asleep.

I put down the medicinal soup, watched him silently, and stretched out my hand to pull his messy hair behind his ears.

Fu Qing's complexion is already fair, but now he can't even see a trace of blood, and his outline has been reduced a lot, so haggard that I can hardly recognize it.It's like, it's a candle in the wind that burns to the end, so weak that it will go out when the wind blows.

The fingertips felt cold to the touch, but I seemed to be scalded, so I withdrew my hand unexpectedly.

After the battle between Lihuojing and Cangtian, Fu Qing was already at the end of his strength, even with Yan Bing, it only added a bit of vitality, and healed the symptoms but not the root cause.After that, at least it will take a hundred years, he needs to recuperate and adjust his breath, and he can't use his spiritual power rashly.

Fu Qing's old wounds have not healed yet, but he still spends all his energy to save my life... The price of doing this, I am afraid that he will never be able to win the way of heaven in his life.Besides, he is so weak now, if he doesn't do anything, even his life will be doomed.

Fu Qing... Will he die too?

But when I thought about it, my heart ached uncontrollably, and the hand that touched him just now seemed to have sensed it, and it couldn't stop trembling.

I showed a little dazed look.

Maybe what Xi Xin said is right, I never knew Fu Qing, nor did I understand him.

Ten years ago, I used the name of my heart and blood to connect with his cousin's fate. Since then, I have stayed by his side as a matter of course, wishing I could cling to him day and night.But he hated me to the extreme, but due to the situation, he had no choice but to let me go so far.

Every look, every movement, and every word he said to me, I can vividly remember and still remember, and I will always think about it and never forget it.

In which, how can there be a shred of affection?

But he told me that he had long since been tempted by me.

I squatted down, put my face on the head of the bed, got closer to Fu Qing, and looked at him silently.

Even if he really fell in love with me, is there any room for me to redeem it now?

The window lattice was wide open, and the cold wind swept past, dissipating the smell of alcohol in the room very lightly.However, the smell of alcohol on Fu Qing's body is so strong that I can't melt it even if I don't need to smell it deliberately.

There are thousands of thoughts in the brain, but they are nothing.

I have a lot of things I want to say, but the last thing I say is an inexplicable sentence that doesn't quite match the current situation.

"Drink less alcohol in the future. The plum blossom smells better on you."

I don't know if my voice was louder, which disturbed his good sleep.Those slender eyelash feathers trembled, and they were about to open, which made me flustered.Fortunately, he only turned over slightly in the end, and didn't really wake up.

The quilt covering Fu Qing's body fell a little because of this action, I leaned forward, trying to tuck the quilt up for him.

Now that they were getting closer, upon closer inspection, blood was faintly oozing from a part of the snow-white obscene clothes.

After hesitating for a moment, I still reached for the lapel of his inner coat, and without much effort, I tore the lapel open a little.

What came into view were countless hideous scars, winding and crisscrossing, crawling all the way down, as if transformed into a terrifying poisonous insect, entrenched in his heart, destroying the delicate and beautiful snow-white skin.

The scar that oozes blood looks like it was newly added not long ago, and it was torn open again with a single movement, and full blood beads gushed out one after another.

Before I could be startled, I saw a cinnabar mole on the new wound.I don't know who exactly wrote this, but the color is so bright red that even the few blood beads are slightly inferior.

As if bewitched, I couldn't stop leaning forward, every time I got closer, the mole turned red, and even the end of my eyes became slightly hot.

Countless auditory hallucinations sounded in my ears.

Regardless of my own abnormality, I stretched out my hand unconsciously, and when I was about to touch it, someone grabbed my wrist bone.

The voice seemed to be patient: "Have you seen enough?"

I was startled and looked up abruptly.Fu Qing opened his eyes at some point, and looked at me indifferently.The tenderness and sweetness, the watery eyes, have long since ceased to exist.He seemed to have collected all his emotions, and he turned back into the taciturn, solemn and solemn Qingying Zhenjun on Linlang Tianque ten years ago.

There's no room for anyone's shadow in my eyes - especially me.

He shook off my hand, moved his fingertips slightly, and pushed me three steps away. Then he stood up, pulled a black cloak from the side and put it on, and gathered the front of the clothes again to cover my body. Go to the countless mottled scars.My throat tightened, and it was difficult to say every word: "The wound on your chest..."

Fu Qing raised his eyes, his gray eyes were pale, and his brows seemed to be covered with snow that would not melt all the year round. It was so cold that it made people shiver: "What does it have to do with you?"

I was speechless, so I could only change my words: "I'm here to deliver medicine to you. I heard that you're sick. I—"

Fu Qing interrupted coldly: "The medicine has been delivered, you can go."

No, I can't go.

Since Xian'e brought back the medicine intact, it meant that Fu Qing was unwilling to take the medicine.If I leave like this, the medicine will either be poured out completely, or it will be left where it is, waiting to be taken away by the next fairy.I insisted: "If you drink the medicine, I will leave."

Fu Qing looked at me, as if trying to see something in my eyes.After a while, he said, "What exactly are you going to do?"

I saw how defensive his tone was, and my heart was slightly astringent, and I whispered: "It's not for other reasons, I just want to come and see you."

"Look at me?" Fu Qing's face was as calm as water, without the slightest emotion, "Look at how I am haunted by your dreams and can't sleep at night? See how I use alcohol to get rid of my worries and stay behind closed doors? You see it now. Show me How does it feel to play in the palm of your hand? You should be very proud?"

His words were sharp and compelling, and my mind was blank. I wanted to justify, but the words were weak: "I didn't intend to play with you. I was really...to you..."

"You still want to lie to me?" Fu Qing's eyes narrowed, and he smiled again and again, "I won't believe a single word of what you say."

After saying that, his complexion changed suddenly, his eyebrows furrowed uncontrollably, as if he was enduring severe pain, and he didn't want to show a fragile posture in front of me, so he covered his sleeves and brushed his face, suppressing the continuous coughing sound in his throat between.

I was anxious to hear that, but I didn't dare to touch him, so I could only speak cautiously: "What's the matter? Are you okay?"

"Pretentious." Fu Qing suppressed his cough, squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "...you go, I don't want to see you again."

I saw that his situation was not optimistic, and I was afraid of irritating him again, so I didn't dare to continue, so I could only give in: "I'm leaving, will you take medicine?"

"..."

"...Then I'm leaving. You remember to drink your medicine well and don't get angry anymore."

Fu Qing didn't respond, I took it as his acquiescence, and exited the inner room, but I didn't leave the room in a hurry, but cleaned up the porcelain pieces all over the floor, and straightened the fallen wine jars one by one.

After I finished my busy work, the suppressed cough had quietly stopped at some point, and the room returned to the silence like stagnant water.

I slowed down my breathing and stood silently outside the door of the inner room.

I wanted to stay with him quietly for a while, but I heard the sound of the porcelain bowl falling to the ground from inside the door, which made my eyelids twitch, and the question was faster than opening the door: "What's wrong?"

Naturally no one will answer me.

The bowl containing the decoction was overturned to the ground, and the porcelain fragments were shattered all over the place, and the thick black concoction spread around.

Fu Qing lowered his eyes slightly, and was about to step on the sharp-edged broken porcelain.I took a breath, moved my fingertips slightly, and brought up a gust of wind to sweep the broken porcelain aside, which saved him from being torn apart and bleeding.

But he didn't appreciate it, and looked at me coldly, as if scolding me for being nosy.

I gritted my teeth, finally got a little angry on my face, walked straight in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Even if I am sorry for you. Why do you hurt yourself? Why don't you take care of your body? There are so many people Worrying about you-"

Halfway through the speech, my voice became weaker and weaker, and finally faded away, with a look of astonishment on my face.

I don't know when, Fu Qing's head has slowly drooped down, leaning on my shoulder.The voice was no longer indifferent, but a little dazed: "What's the hurry? In the dream... I won't be in pain."

dreaming?

I was startled.I don't know how much alcohol he drank, so he can't even distinguish between reality and dreams?

"If I tell you to leave, you will leave without even turning your head." He murmured, "Young She, even in a dream, you don't want to coax me."