After the failed assassination of the powerful minister

"Where does Uncle Luo want to take me?" Shuo Wang's brows and eyes were filled with smiles.

His smile is extremely handsome and clear, like the red sun in the sky, scorching peach blossoms, it is very attractive.

"Follow me to find a friend, he may be in Baiyue right now," Luo Erhu said, "if you find him, you may be saved."

Shuowang stood up, picked up the bag of sugar, patted the ashes on his body, and said, "How sure is Uncle Luo?"

"Twenty to thirty percent," Luo Erhu said, "but if you don't go, you will die within three years."

The confidence of [-]% or [-]% is not high, Shuowang thought for a while with downcast eyes, sighed softly, and said with some regret: "Too few... Baiyue is so far away, and there are hundreds of thousands of mountains blocking it. I went to Baiyue from Shangjing. With my current body, it will take at least a year and a half, and I have no life to get there."

Luo Erhu was silent for a while, this kid was right, he was infected with the symbiosis Gu legacy poisoned by blood, there would be a burst of poisonous hair every three days, he couldn't go to the Baiyue land.

He scratched his head and thought for a while, then said: "Maybe there is no need to go to Baiyue."

"You got the poison in exchange," Luo Erhu said solemnly, "Just exchange it."

But after talking about Luo Erhu, he became worried again. How can anyone exchange blood with Shuo Wang?The young man in front of him has deep internal energy and strong martial arts. It is even more difficult to find someone who is similar to him to exchange blood.

Even if found, that person may not be willing to change.

Luo Erhu said violently: "You really... Where did you offend this Lao Shizi's symbiotic poison? Who forced you to change it! I'll beat him up!"

"No one forced me," Shuo Wang said, "I am willing. He is my sweetheart. I can't watch him die."

Luo Erhu: "..."

It turned out to be hurt by love.

Now Luo Erhu has nothing to say, after all, he may not be able to see the word love more openly and wisely than the young man in front of him.

The old man sighed: "It would be great if my wife was here. She has a lot of research on this poison, so she should be able to save you."

"But ten years ago... the famine in the south of the Yangtze River brought the plague again. She was eager to save people and contracted the disease, so she went."

"Little friend, otherwise you should go to Baiyue with me, there is always a chance." Luo Erhu sighed.

"I can't go, I still have things to do in Shangjing." Shuo Wang said.

Luo Erhu frowned: "It's more important than your life?!"

"Well," Shuo Wang paused, "It's more important than life."

To avenge Wei Yicheng's grievances, and together with Cen Xian guard the seemingly calm but precarious Wei, in his opinion is indeed much more important than a life.

He was reluctant to put down all the burdens and let Cen Xian carry them alone.

Luo Erhu looked gloomy, looked at the light in Shuo Wang's eyes, and knew that he couldn't persuade this little friend.

Shuo Wang comforted the poor old man and said, "It's okay, Uncle Luo, life and death are destiny, wealth is in heaven! How long you can live is counting, two or three years is still life, I don't hesitate..."

He turned around while talking, his voice cut off with a "crack" when he touched the person in front of him.

The word "ming" in his mouth was neither swallowed nor spit out, it could be contained on the tip of his tongue, burning like a fire.

The little blood on his face faded away in an instant.

A few steps away, Cen Xian stood in a Tsing Yi with wide sleeves and a gray-white crane cloak buttoned up, like green pines and green bamboos. The late spring wind brushed his black hair and swept over his red eyes.

Jiang Jinyue was sneaking behind him, with an expression of "I'm going to die", wishing to jump into the river and escape.

But at this moment, there was only one thought left in Shuo Wang's mind - damn it! !

He took two steps back in a panic. He didn't know where to put his eyes in a panic. He was about to pull Luo Erhu next to him to explain something to him, but he turned his head and saw that the old man had climbed up the wall. He left a hurried back.

Shuo Wang: "..."

Cen Xian took a step forward, always calm, indifferent and even trembling, with indescribable sharpness, like a broken sword.

To ice melted by fire.

"Poisoned?" He tilted his head slightly, his hair hanging down, he paused every word, and pressed on step by step, "Exchange blood?"

"Ah... Ah Cen..." Shuowang stuttered twice, the number one killer of Suo Mingmen who was fearless and fearless at the moment was clumsy, "You... listen to my explanation, listen to my explanation..."

"Explain what?" Cen Xian suddenly laughed, with a gentle voice, "Are you going to lie to me again?"

"If I hadn't seen you for a long time, I would have come out to look for you," Cen Xian said in a low-key tone, his tone becoming more and more kind, "Are you trying to lie to me forever?"

The Adam's apple is rolling, and I don't know how to answer it.

"You lied to me, and Jiang Jinyue lied to me too," his eyes were scarlet, his chest heaved, and his voice finally couldn't help but sharpen, "Do I need your help?!"

He even couldn't bear to speak harshly and shout Shuo Wang.

After Cen Xian finished speaking, he clasped Shuowang's thin wrist bones, and in spite of Shuowang's resistance, he pulled down the obstructing sleeve, revealing the deep scar on his wrist, which was exactly the same as the scar on his hand, and was made with Jiang Jinyue's knife drawn out.

Cen Xian looked down at the two wounds and said, "What else do you have to explain?"

Shuo Wang... Shuo Wang couldn't say a word.

The Commander pressed on every step of the way, and Shuo Wang's rebuttal and explanation were stuffed back before he could utter his words, and he had no strength to break free even with the criminal evidence in his hand.

I could only sigh softly: "I just... just want you to be well, and it's okay..."

Shuo Wang pretended to be relaxed and said, "Aren't I fine now?"

Cen Xian stared at him, the little red mole on the corner of his eye was like a tear of blood.

The two confronted each other silently for a while.

The surging blood flowed up again, Shuo Wang couldn't help covering his mouth, but the blood still trickled down from between his fingers and dripped to the ground unstoppably.

Cen Xian's expression was blank for a moment, and then he was in chaos.

He stretched out his hand anxiously, and as soon as he touched Shuo Wang's shoulder, the latter coughed a few times, choked up a mouthful of blood, and knelt heavily on the ground.

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The night stars are sparse, and the wind blows by.

Shuo Wang coughed a few times, woke himself up, and then felt that his hand seemed to be held by someone.

He turned his head to look over, and saw that it was Cen Xian sitting at the head of his bed.

The Commander made his eyes red, his expression cold, and he sat silently. The moonlight coming in from the window shone on him, forming a layer of moon frost on his body. Fate is black and white.

Shuo Wang moved, then his head became dizzy, and Cen Xian firmly held down his shoulders.

"Don't move, Jiang Jinyue just gave you the needle."

Only then did Shuo Wang realize that his body was covered with needles of different lengths—Jiang Jinyue had tied him into a hedgehog.

Shuo Wang: "..."

He closed his eyes, and before he had time to lament that his bad luck was shocking, he felt a sudden cold touch on his lips.

very soft.

With a bitter medicinal fragrance.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, and then Cen Xian pried his teeth open.

Just a little bit, step by step.

Relying on him not being able to move, Cen Xian kissed him forcefully and gently.

Then Shuo Wang was covered by Cen Xian, in the darkness, Shuo Wang felt warm drops of water falling on his face.Shuo Wang panicked and stopped breathing for a moment.

Cen Xian cried.

This thought overwhelmed Shuo Wang.

How could Cen Xian cry? When he ran away ... and was tortured, and then met again, even though the poison was unbearable, Shuo Wang didn't see or hear others say that Cen Xian would shed tears.

Shuowang's body was stiff, and he wanted to move Cen Xian's hand away, but the needle made him unable to move at all. The darkness in front of him made him panic, but Cen Xian covered him so tightly that not even a ray of light could penetrate.

Cen Xian prevents Shuo Wang from seeing him.

Shuo Wang could only keep his voice hoarse, and between the kisses, he uttered an indistinct cry——

"Azen?"

The one who responded to him was Cen Xian who ended the kiss and said, "Go to sleep."

Shuo Wang was exhausted by the poison, but he didn't want to sleep, he wanted to see Cen Xian.

But the commander's hand is so undeniable, covering his eyes.

His eyelids opened and closed, and finally couldn't hold back the sleepiness that struck him, and fell asleep.

When Cen Xian felt the touch of the palm gently sweeping like the wings of a butterfly finally disappear, he withdrew his hand bit by bit.

Shuowang's sleeping face was quiet, Cen Xian turned his hand withdrew, and gently traced Shuowang's browbones.

He asked Jiang Jinyue who had just walked in on tiptoe: "Is there help?"

Jiang Jinyue was silent for a while, without saying a word, finally closed her eyes and said dejectedly, "No."

"Sorry," Jiang Jinyue said in a low voice, "I'm not good at medicine."

"Then how long is he left?" Cen Xian asked calmly.

Cen Xian's tone was business-like, without any ups and downs, as if what he was asking about was not Shuo Wang's life or death, but whether the guards in Jinyi ate ribs or duck today, and he didn't care much.But Jiang Jinyue and Xiao Liu, who was guarding by the side, felt scared, and their hearts were raised in their throats.

The more calm Cen Xian is, the more wrong it is.

Jiang Jinyue gritted her teeth and said, "The shortest is three years, and the longest is five years."

"If he gets poisoned frequently...maybe he won't even be able to survive the twelfth lunar month of this year."

Cen Xian sat on the wicker chair, motionless, Jiang Jinyue's words were like a knife, taking away his vitality, and he fell silent.

"Cen Xian... still has time," Jiang Jinyue comforted in vain, "Maybe there is a way?"

"What if not?" Cen Xian said lightly.

His voice was extremely low, Jiang Jinyue said "Ah", but didn't hear what Cen Xian said.

Then Cen Xian asked and answered his own words: "If it wasn't for...the sky and the earth are big, I would never find him again."

Jiang Jinyue had nothing to say.

The sky turned pale, and Cen Xian sat by Shuo Wang's bed all night without moving.

A sound of horseshoes sounded outside Cen's mansion, and then Shang Zhi led an elderly woman into the gate of Cen's mansion.

After the quasi-playing, Shang Zhi quickly walked into the room where Cen Xian and Shuo Wang were, knelt down towards Cen Xian, and said, "Commander, we found the nurse of Princess Zhao back then and brought her here, Commander ... what's next?"

Cen Xian's eyes moved, and his eyes swept over Shuo Wang who was still asleep: "Good sir, when he wakes up, I'll take him to ask him in person."

The author says:

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