Beautiful and miserable be aesthetics

late at night.

The general who blocked the capital saw a group of people galloping towards him from a distance.

Just as he was about to shout and stop him, he heard the leader holding up a token: "Your Majesty returns to Beijing! Open the city gate!"

The general was so frightened that he lost all drowsiness immediately, and hurriedly asked someone to open the city gate.The team didn't stop for a moment, and there were two people sitting on the middle horse.

A man in blue with a gloomy face, a man who was huddled in a cloak and couldn't see his face clearly.

And the horse next to them...

The general rubbed his eyes, and blurted out a mother's hey.

Couldn't the bright yellow body held by the young master be the young His Majesty whom he had met from afar? !

The capital has just experienced a bloodbath, and the streets are full of lingering blood. Everyone is in danger, lamenting that the emperor is resolute and ruthless——

What happened again?

Regent House.

The pattering autumn rain did not stop.

The small pools gathered on the ground reflected the lit lights in the palace, crushed and reassembled by hurried footsteps, mixed with the cold night, like a broken and blurred dream.

"Prepare water!"

"Bring me the medicinal bag on my horse!"

The servant who hadn't slept in the mansion moved quickly. Compared with Li Ningfeng and Ying Jingjue who didn't know what to do, they could even be called orderly.

Obviously, this is not the first time this kind of first aid has happened.

Because Tiannan was injured, he was one step behind and was helped in by Ye Mingqin. He watched his master being sent into his own room by Mr. Feng Ke. He weakly coughed a few times and looked at Mingzhu.

Ye Mingqin asked, "How's the condition of Yi brother?"

"Mr. Feng didn't say anything," Mingzhu said, she looked at Tiannan, "You are seriously injured, I will send you to rest first."

"No," Tian Nan shook his head and stood outside Feng Ke's room, "I'm useless, that's why the master used his internal strength again. If my strength were stronger, it wouldn't be like this."

"I'll wait here for the master to wake up."

He is stubborn, and Mingzhu can't force him to dissuade him.

If this matter changed her, she would suffer even more than Tiannan.

Lian Shenwei was still thrown in the tub, with his back bare, lying on the edge,

While preparing the marrow devouring Gu, Feng Ke took out a few shriveled, blood-red grasses from the medicine bag he brought back from outside the territory and crushed them into powder.

"Ming Zhu, hold down your master."

Feng Ke raised his head, Tian Nan was injured, the little emperor looked like he could hardly stand up, he looked around, his eyes quickly locked on Li Ningfeng, "Come here."

Li Ningfeng didn't dare to delay, and came over in two or three steps: "What should I do?"

Feng Ke took Lian Shenwei's hand out of the water while talking: "Press his arm."

The moment the arm was exposed to the air, the hideous scars on it could no longer be concealed. It was very shocking. Li Ningfeng held his breath. For a while, he couldn't find a better piece of skin.

He quickly adjusted his state and pressed it tightly.

When the marrow devouring Gu entered the body, Lian Shenwei did not respond as expected, and Feng Ke sprinkled the red herbal powder into it.

The water in the tub blinked scarlet.

The roots of the scarlet marrow devouring Gu, which originally stayed only on the back, turned into a strange light silver color, spreading all over the body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Like some kind of mysterious totem.

The youth gradually began to struggle.

Even without consciousness, the residual perception of the body still reacted instinctively to the pain far beyond the threshold.Blood color began to appear on the surface of the skin of the limbs, and a little bit of blood oozes out.

Ying Jingjue looked at the blood, and after a while, slowly tightened his hands hanging on both sides.

He is in the worst mood right now.

As early as the moment his memory recovered, he didn't know how to face Lian Shenwei.He didn't even know why things had come to this point.

Was that night at the Fudu Villa related to the royal family?Why did Moda say that Wei Shugui was the son of my uncle's enemy?

What was the truth back then.

Why did he suddenly lose his memory, and why did his little uncle disappear three years later and become an official of the Dasheng Dynasty, his teacher, and even the last regent?

But he didn't even have time to react, he didn't think about many things clearly, and he had to watch his only remaining relative in the world, his little uncle who had grown up, struggling painfully on the edge of life and death.

He could only watch from the side like this, unable to help at all.

People in the world are used to praying to gods and Buddhas when encountering things, and they don't know how to ask the emperor.

Because the son of heaven will also ask for the blessing of gods and Buddhas.

Even sometimes the emperor is the most useless person in the world.

When the struggle weakened, sticky blood inevitably soaked Li Ningfeng's fingers, and the scar on the arm he was pressing was even more terrifying at first glance.

Li Ningfeng looked at it for a moment, then turned his eyes away.

Feng Ke sneered, and said meanly: "Why, when he used a dagger to bleed blood on your arm to treat you, you were comfortable using it. Now you despise the scar on his arm?"

Li Ningfeng froze on the spot.

The jars of blood he had used during the treatment flashed through his mind.

The smell that got into the tip of his nose during the treatment seemed to coincide with the smell of medicine and blood in the air now, and Li Ningfeng's face turned pale.

The bumpy scar in the palm of his hand seemed to have turned into the knife that had been drawn on it, Li Ningfeng heard himself asking: "...What did you say?"

The treatment has just started the first step, Feng Ke doesn't want to talk to him, and continues to the next step.

He fed Lian Shenwei a pill, then pressed on his pulse and waited for a while.

very weak.

It's normal to be weak, but it shouldn't be so weak after taking the medicine.

Before he left, he asked Lian Shenwei to take good care of his body. According to his physique, some of the tonics he took into his body made up for his deficit, and it would not last a day.

And most of them can't be absorbed, and there will be a mild medicinal power silent in the body.

Now is the time to take advantage.

What he gave Lian Shenwei was the medicine that stimulated the power of the medicine. If he had been obedient and obedient to nourish his body, it shouldn't be this reaction.

Feng Ke had a bad premonition in his heart.

He asked Ming Zhu: "Before I left, I ordered him to take his tonic for a day. Did you and Tian Nan watch him drink it?"

Mingzhu: "Master drank it seriously, but it broke at the back."

Feng Ke's heart sank: "How long has it been broken?"

Mingzhu: "I drank it every day for the first few months, and the price of tonics increased in the next few months. The mansion didn't have enough money. Tian Nan went to the palace to steal a treasure once but was found out by the master. Since then, it has become three days. Replenish the soup once, or once every five days..."

Feng Ke couldn't help interrupting: "Where did the price of supplements increase so much?!"

The remaining money of the Prince Regent's Mansion, together with the monthly rent of some shops and the harvest from the Zhuangzi, and the rest of the mansion has no place to spend a lot of money, the money is completely enough for Shenwei to pay for supplements alone.

Mingzhu: "An order from the palace."

Feng Ke paused for two seconds, thinking about something, he turned his head and looked at Ying Jingjue, for the first time there was an undisguised killing intent in his eyes.

"Your order."

Ying Jingjue's mind went blank, and the blood all over his body flowed back to his heart. It was clearly only autumn, but he felt that the deep winter had smashed his bone marrow, and nailed the biting chill into him inch by inch.

……

Know the sea.

It was gloomy and misty outside, Gong Du comfortably shrank back into the bed, and opened the cartoon that Xiao Guangtuan had downloaded from the examiner system.

You can lie down.

Have a good time.

Because of leaving this world, Xiao Guangtuan got in touch with the world consciousness for a while, and the influence of the world consciousness didn't seem to be that deep on him these days.He went from wanting to sleep for 24 hours a day to barely being fully awake for an hour or two.

Lian Shenwei was so familiar with the plot that he would write next, he turned into a foot to push the script away, and then retracted into a round and round dumpling again, "Make up the examiner."

Xiao Guangtuan: "Here we come!"

Fruit snacks set up a small trolley, and Xiao Guangtuan pushed the trolley in front of him with bright eyes, "Hey! You are so amazing."

Half asleep and half awake can get out of this ending, which is no worse than the previous two worlds.

Gong Du: "Last time I took the first subject of free stories, I could write on it when I fell asleep." It's just that the score is not high, and the main system has no vision.

He remembered that when he left the examination room with the test paper, he also met a candidate in the shape of a silver-throated long-tailed tit. With the mentality of making friends, they exchanged test papers and admired each other's free stories, wishing to be friends .

Xiao Guangtuan: "..."

Are you proud to say such a thing in front of the make-up examiner?

"The time for the re-examination above has come down. There is still a period of review time after leaving this world. Do you want to go back to the first two worlds?"

Gong Du touched the colored studs on his earbones, "Let's talk."

Not in a hurry.

Now that he is in the sea of ​​consciousness, he can actually see the turmoil outside. Feng Ke's medical skills should be top-notch in this world.

If his body didn't suffer from additional exhaustion, it might be possible to survive this way.

Unfortunately, this is not the original world line, let alone Lian Shenwei's original fate.

In Lian Shenwei's original fate line, he was sentenced to death by Ling Chi, Gong Du sometimes couldn't imagine what kind of mentality Lian Shenwei had when he went to death.

When he was scolded by so many people and went to die covered in stigma, did he never regard himself as Lian Yubai again?

Can those unrestrained and pure pasts really be completely let go?

People are different from people.

He will stipulate a person's background, life experience, and experience in the script, and then fit a logical character, and let the story develop according to this character. This is the character design.

And people...

Will make choices that go against their character.

Gong Du guessed people's hearts, but he never really entered the play. Before entering the small world for make-up exams, the joys and sorrows written in his script seemed to be imprisoned in a fixed program.

And the scripts he wrote these three times seem to be a little different from before.

Gong Du took off the earrings, and touched the emotion inside.

fantastic.

He now feels how outrageous his decision to strip these things from his soul was, which is clearly his scriptwriting weapon.

……

Dusk of the second day.

Lian Shenwei moved from Feng Ke's room back to her own bedroom.

Still comatose, unresponsive to the outside world.

Ying Jingjue and Li Ningfeng were both shocked by his one or two words, Feng Ke was annoyed seeing them, and told them to go back and rest before coming back.

A young master holding military power, an emperor, what's the point of staying here all this time, if something happens, even Shen Wei's plans and calculations over the years will be in vain.

Even if you want to make up for it, people are not sure whether they can live, so what's the use of waiting.

He said it, but the two of them would not leave as if they had taken root here.

Feng Ke didn't care about it, thinking that the two of them were dirty, so he asked them to change their clothes casually and continue to guard here.

Lian Shenwei soaked in the ice water for so long, his body was not as cold as a living person, so Feng Ke ordered people to burn Dilong in the room.

"I'll give him acupuncture, one of you two will come over and warm his hands," Feng Ke raised his head.

Warm up Lian Shenwei's body first, otherwise I don't know how high the fever will be this time.

"Let me come," Li Ningfeng stopped Ying Jingjue who was about to move forward, "My internal strength is more stable."

He squatted down, with internal force attached to his palm, and carefully held Lian Shenwei's hand between his two.These hands are beautiful, slender like jade, with well-proportioned joints, suitable for holding a pen and sword, but they are as cold as ice, with an abnormal bluish-white glow.

There are scars from repeated cuts on the inside of the wrist.

There are far more wounds on the left arm than on the right, probably due to a broken tendon in the right hand, which can no longer be injured, so most of them are on the left.

He thought of the time when his leg was hurt, the jars of blood that had been used on him.

Li Ningfeng once asked Mr. Fuyu what kind of blood it was.Mr. Fuyu said it was medicine for human blood.He was still a master, finding medicine and human blood was not easy, indeed it was not easy, because the blood was originally released by the master from himself.

His leg was injured last spring, and Master began to bleed him from then on.

Later, when Master went on a southern tour, it was impossible to deliver the blood immediately, but when he was being treated, the blood never stopped, that is to say, Master gave enough before leaving.

He remembered that during that time, the regent relied on his favor and did not go to court, which caused some criticism.

Now that I think about it, how can anyone be arrogant, whoever has shed so much blood in a short period of time can still appear in front of everyone as if nothing had happened.

I am afraid that I will be weak all day long, and it is true that I will lose weight quickly.

Li Ningfeng's Adam's apple moved, lowered his eyes, and his movements became lighter.He has never felt that a person is so fragile, with a little bit of strength, he is afraid that the person will disappear like this.

I don't know how long it took, the ground dragon in the bedroom was burning hot, Li Ningfeng remained motionless, his body was stiff, even Shen Wei's hands were still cold.

Li Ningfeng was at a loss: "Mr. Feng, Master's hands are not warm."

Feng Ke pursed his lower lip, twisted a silver needle with his fingertips, and hesitated for a long time.It had been a long time since he hesitated whether to give the needle or not.

This shot stimulates vitality to feed back the exhausted internal organs, it is fierce and domineering, Lian Shenwei's body has been so depleted, and there is not much vitality, now it is just tearing down the east wall to repair the west wall, sewing and mending, to see how it can still support his body to barely function That's all.

In the end, he stabbed with a needle.

A moment later, the body of the unconscious young man trembled slightly, and a gleam of blood came out from the corner of his mouth. Seeing this, Feng Ke quickly turned Lian Shenwei's body to his side, let him lie on the side of the bed, and at the same time patted his back with one hand .

I have no strength to cough, and I am weaker than a newborn kitten.

If he reacted slower just now, it would be another trouble if the blood choked into his lung cavity.

Feng Ke patted for a while, raised his head and said to Ying Jing: "I know, there are still many things you don't understand. What happened back then was not your fault, but your little uncle has become what he is now, and you can't get rid of it." related."

"His strength is very strong, but his physical condition does not allow him to use force at all."

Ying Jing decided: "Little uncle... why can't you use force."

"Ten years ago, the past was like smoke." Feng Ke was silent for a moment: "If he can wake up this time, I will tell you again. If you can't remember, he intends to hide it from you for the rest of his life."

Li Ningfeng took a clean veil and wiped the blood from the corner of Lian Shen's mouth slightly.

The youth's drooping hair flicked slightly, and it was visible to the naked eye that there was a strand of silver in the black hair just now, and Li Ningfeng's pupils shrank.

Feng Ke also saw it, his expression was not surprised, he just stretched out his hand to gather up Lian Shenwei's hair, the white strand in it was particularly glaring among the rest of the black hair.

The vitality is too weak.

There are no supplements suitable for hanging in the house.

Feng Ke looked at Ying Jingjue, and said in a calm tone: "He needs something to hang his life, about 5000-year-old blood ginseng, more than 3000-year-old ginseng...all of these are fine."

Ying Jingjue was shocked, "I see."

He returned to the palace in a daze with the fastest speed.

Xiao Zhizi's throat was cut and his voice was damaged, but he survived by luck and is waiting for him to come back in the palace.

After Yaoyao saw Ying Jingjue's figure, he hurriedly went up to meet him, but was taken aback by the look of the young emperor in such a panic, with red eyes.

Xiao Zhizi didn't even dare to make a sound, he just asked carefully: "Your Majesty...?"

Ying Jingjue's eyes fell on him vaguely.

After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice, "I cut it off, not supplements."

This endless sentence made Xiao Zhizi's heart skip a beat.

The young emperor raised his hand to cover his face, letting the tears stay, and sobbed blankly in his throat.

"What I want to kill... is my little uncle's life..."

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