Beautiful and miserable be aesthetics

Take a rest the next day.

early morning.

The dose of sleeping ingredients in the medicine given by Feng Ke is estimated to be not small, and Lian Shenwei woke up much later than usual.

His body is far from what it was when he was a teenager, and now there are many taboos about taking medicine and eating, and he basically can't eat some food that contains medicinal properties.

The daily diet is controlled by Feng Ke.

After the last cold, he had been taking tonics almost every day. Others would have already gotten angry. Lian Shenwei had adapted well and managed to restore his body to the way it was before the cold.

Feng Ke had a great sense of accomplishment about this, and inexplicably remembered a wilted and sick cat he had raised when he was a child, and was cured by him to be alive and kicking.

He saw that even Shen Wei was quite pleasing to the eye, at least he wasn't too picky.

Although it is impossible for him to return to the way it was before, as long as there are no mistakes and he has been carefully taken care of, at least he will not die young.

Thinking this way, Feng Ke checked his pulse as usual before Lian Shenwei had breakfast.

Lian Shenwei woke up from sleep, still a little sleepy, said: "I can't take this medicine every day, the sleeping medicine is too much."

"I know, come alternately, take the one with sleeping ingredients when you don't go to court or when you don't want to go, and the rest of the time as usual."

The old god Feng Ke withdrew his hand, took a few drops of Lian Shenwei's fingertip blood and dripped it into the jade bottle.

"The last one is used up, I'll take some more. Also, how many medicinal materials do you think you can use left in this world?"

Lian Shenwei closed his eyes not to look at Feng Ke's silver needle: "...how many times have I said that you can use a knife to take blood, I don't want to see the silver needle."

Feng Ke was speechless: "The thing that saved your life, if I were you, I would offer it as an ancestor."

While the two were talking, Tian Nan brought up today's breakfast, and after Feng Ke finished checking, he put the healthy and easy-to-grow food a little closer to Lian Shenwei: "Eat, eat more."

"..."

I don't really want to eat for some reason.

Just as she was about to put down her chopsticks, Mingzhu appeared in a hurry with a cold face, breaking the peaceful and comfortable breakfast atmosphere. She said in a serious tone, "Master, something happened to the young master!"

"Press and hold the young master! Quickly hold him!"

There was an extremely strong smell of blood coming from Li Ningfeng's bedroom. He was surrounded by a group of imperial doctors, holding down his upper body tightly.The exposed legs were already bloody.

His eyes were bloodshot, his arms holding the edge of the bed were bruised, and he was biting a cloth towel in his mouth.

Ying Jingjue took a look outside, feeling very anxious.

Early this morning, Hou Zhongyi hurried into the palace, but Eunuch Li didn't dare to stop him. As soon as the old Hou Ye entered, he knelt down in front of Emperor Jing Cheng's bed in tears.

The tough man kowtowed unceasingly, and asked the imperial physician in the palace to visit the Hou Mansion.

Emperor Jing Cheng was in a fog when he heard it, so he sent the imperial physician from the imperial hospital to the Hou's mansion first, so that he could listen to what happened.

After Li Ningfeng fell asleep last night, the internal force in his meridians suddenly swelled, the disorder was uncontrollable, and he was about to explode and die. In desperation, he forced most of the internal force to his legs...

The head of the Supreme Hospital wiped his blood-stained fingers, looked at Li Ningfeng's bloody legs and sighed, at least, he saved his life.

He went out, and the old Hou Ye and the prince outside surrounded him. Ying Jingjue looked at the regretful expression of the head of the courtyard, and his heart sank, but he still asked without giving up: "How is the situation in Ningfeng?"

The head of the courtyard looked back at the room, met Li Ningfeng's eyes that were still hiding hope, he paused, asked the prince and the old Hou Ye to go a few steps away, and then lowered his voice: "Your Highness, Old Hou Ye, Weichen suggested... It is better to cut off the legs of the young master as soon as possible, after a few years to get used to it, and then make a pair of iron legs, at least you can survive."

Ying Jingjue was stunned, and murmured: "How could this be?"

When they found the dirty money together yesterday, they were obviously fine.They also discussed that they would sneak out to Zuixian Pavilion together to have a good meal.

The old Hou Ye trembled, took a step forward, held the imperial physician's hand tightly, and said in a difficult voice, "...Master Jiang, please think of a way, I beg you, Feng'er is not yet 20 years old, how can you do it?" , How can you be as bad as the old man, trapped in this square world and spend the rest of your life..."

"Our Li family is full of loyal families, only Feng'er is left. Mr. Jiang, Doctor Jiang, if you think about a way, you will be cured."

His right leg had to be chopped off three years ago, and it was frozen to death in the ice and snow.But Li Ningfeng became like this for no reason, obviously being framed!

Who the hell wanted to kill his son!

Ying Jing decided to appease the old Hou Ye first, and said to Jiang Taiyi: "Talk to me about why Ning Feng became like this."

Physician Jiang explained the reason again.

The disorder of internal force skyrocketed, but the reason could not be found out.

Generally speaking, it is possible that a traitor framed him, or it was possible that Li Ningfeng had become obsessed with practicing kung fu.

Ying Jingjue was silent for a long time after listening, he knew how proud Li Ningfeng was, could such a person accept his life without legs from now on.

"Ning Feng's leg...?"

Doctor Jiang sighed.

inside the house.

The light in Li Ningfeng's eyes gradually faded away, and his eyes became extremely dark.

He hasn't fallen in the state yet, and he can probably listen to most of the conversations outside that avoid him.

His legs were still in severe pain, but he didn't have the strength to struggle anymore. The handkerchief he was biting loosened, and he lay pale on the bed, letting the imperial doctors and folk doctors come and go to heal his legs.

The matter still got out.

But what the outsiders know is that the young master was injured from practicing kung fu, is bedridden, and needs to take care of his body.The matter of his legs was sealed tightly by Emperor Jing Cheng himself who ordered him to die and killed some people.

The people who didn't know the truth also praised Li Ningfeng for his dedication to the country. In order to improve his own strength, he was injured in a hurry. There are eggs.

After a day of diagnosis and treatment, the imperial physician said that Li Ningfeng could barely eat now, so Ying Jingjue came in with a bowl in person, pretending to be relaxed: "Come, let's eat."

Li Ningfeng didn't respond.

After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want to eat."

Ying Jingjue paused: "Eat it to heal quickly."

"Is it still okay?" Li Ningfeng smiled miserably, "Your Highness, don't lie to me, I heard everything you said outside. Can my leg be saved?"

"..."

Ying Jingjue was silent.

Li Ning closed his eyes, and tightly clenched his hands under the quilt.

He couldn't imagine his life in the future, or in other words, in the 19 years of his life before, he never thought that he would one day lie in bed and lose his legs forever.

Li Ningfeng remembered the time when his father lost his right leg and came back from the frontier.

More than once, he saw his father, who had valiantly killed the enemy on the battlefield, slumped down like that, his realm fell, and he looked at the empty legs with powerlessness and despair, until he was connected to an iron weapon.

And he was more serious than his father.

Even with the prosthetic leg attached, it was still difficult for him to stand up, lying on the bed like a grave, with the smell of death in his bones, watching himself become a cripple...

Li Ningfeng couldn't accept it.

"I don't want to break my leg," he said.

really.

Ying Jing was determined to sink: "Ning Feng, Doctor Jiang said, you can still live if you break your leg, otherwise your leg will fester and you will only die."

Li Ningfeng opened his eyes: "Father will definitely let me live, Your Highness, for the sake of you and my brother, if you don't want to see my life as worse than death, then give me a relief."

"no!"

Ying Jing said resolutely: "I will do my best to keep your leg. I have already sent people out to find capable people and strangers in the world."

"The Feng family! You know the Feng family! I can definitely invite them over!"

Li Ningfeng was taken aback.

He knows the Feng family, which is very famous. It is said that there have been six generations of single inheritance, and each successor is very precious.

The Feng family's reputation is not only reflected in the Feng family's medical skills, but also because their location is not fixed, the number of people is small, and they travel all year round.

In the family motto of the Feng family, there is a rule that those who have no fate will not be treated.

Over the years, countless people have sought medical treatment, and even if someone was lucky enough to contact the heirs of the Feng family, they were all blocked by this rule.

There are many people who refuse to be treated, but there are many people who are treated by them. Unless there is a blood feud, no one is willing to offend the famous Feng family doctor.

Even if it was subtle, a glimmer of hope surged uncontrollably in Li Ningfeng's heart.

The tense spirit relaxed a little. I don't know what medicine the people in the Tai Hospital took. He didn't feel any pain in his legs, he just felt hot and swollen. He barely ate something, but he couldn't hold on to the exhaustion and drowsiness.

Ying Jing decided: "Go to sleep, it's no accident that you became like this, I've been here for the past few days, you should think about if there's anything wrong recently."

Li Ning responded with a seal, and the strength of the medicine came up. He was really weak, half in a coma and half in a deep sleep, and soon became silent.

late at night.

A burst of inexplicable fragrance spread into the Hou's mansion, and the sleeping people fell asleep even more deeply.

Two figures in black costumes and cloth scarves landed silently.

Feng Ke let go of Lian Shenwei's shoulders, a little embarrassed, the former...now Dasheng Regent actually did the act of sneaking into the boudoirs of good women and men at night.

Even Shen Wei couldn't use his internal strength, so naturally he couldn't use his lightness kung fu. He could climb over the wall, but he slipped in quietly and needed Feng Ke's help.

"Don't worry, this fragrance comes from Meng Po Tang, which can make people lose their memory. Just a little smell will make people fall asleep unconsciously." Feng Ke glanced at him and comforted him softly, "Even if people die, I will I can snatch it back from the hands of Hades."

Not to mention anything else, just talk about the friendship between the Feng family and the Lian family for generations, and Li Ningfeng is the heir of Fudu Villa at this stage, so he will save whatever he says.

The same is true for his old man here.

Lian Shenwei was still thinking about Li Ningfeng's matter in his mind, he was a little bit late when he heard the words, and realized: "Mengpo soup? Is it the kind I asked you for last time?"

"Correct."

"I remember that when Jing Jue was taken away, he once took the royal family's secret medicine, which is the medicine that can make people forget the past. Is there any conflict between your Mengpo soup and what he took?"

"This..." Feng Ke pondered, "I don't know the ingredients of the royal family's secret medicine, but it should be fine, after all, he has been taking it for so many years, and there is no sign of memory recovery."

Lian Shenwei was relieved and did not mention this matter anymore, and the two quickly walked to Li Ningfeng's bedroom.

The boy on the bed slept restlessly.

The imperial doctor and servants who were taking care of him by the bed had fallen into a coma.

Feng Ke lifted the quilt to look at his legs, and the moonlight outside came in. After he saw it clearly, he gasped: "Gu?"

The legs were bruised and blackened, and the pus and blood were still leaking out even after treatment.The imperial physicians of the imperial hospital seldom come into contact with the witchcraft in the rivers and lakes, and no one can see that this is not an ordinary injury.

Lian Shenwei: "What Gu?"

Feng Ke's eyes darkened, he took out a long glazed needle, picked out a piece of rotten meat, put it on the tip of his nose, smelled it, frowned, and threw it into the bloody copper basin beside him.

Then he hesitated for a moment, and took out a small jade bottle, which was Lian Shenwei's blood that he injected this morning.He poured blood on Li Ningfeng's leg.

These few drops of blood mixed with countless medicines and poisons seeped into the rotten flesh of the legs.

In the next second, the skin that touched the blood began to squirm, and many blood-colored, rice-grain-sized Gu worms scrambled out of the swollen skin/flesh of their legs.

And the moment it touched the air, it quickly melted into blood, like an illusion, as if it had never appeared before.

Feng Ke cut off a piece of rotten meat again, and dripped a drop of Lian Shenwei's blood on it. The piece of meat trembled on his dagger, and after a few worms emerged, it became even more rotten.

Lian Shenwei: "How?"

Feng Ke walked over and fed a pill to Li Ningfeng, frowning, and said, "Troublesome."

Lian Shenwei's heart tightened: "It's more difficult than me?"

Feng Ke: "..."

The co-author also knows that you are tricky.

He rolled his eyes greatly: "Then I might as well go home."

"I originally thought that the Gu worms in him were not at the same level as yours back then, but now it seems that his situation is much better."

Lian Shenwei was hit by a poisonous Gu from the Central Plains. The demon monk had low internal strength and was a master at raising Gu. Although he died later and could not die again, he regarded Lian Shenwei as his most perfect medicine man at the beginning. Gu has reached the level of King Gu and is very poisonous.

Even after so many years, Lian Shenwei's blood eroded by medicine and poison still retains the toxicity and aura of the original king Gu, which is a sharp weapon to restrain the other Gu insects.

Coupled with the balance of toxicity and medicinal properties in the blood, Lian Shenwei's blood is very special, extremely precious in another way, only this family has no semicolon.

So he first used Lian Shenwei's blood to test the details of the Gu worm in Li Ningfeng's body, and lured it out.

Lian Shenwei: "How to say?"

"This Gu is called Melting Blood Gu. It is very rare in the world. It doesn't exist in the Central Plains. According to my family's medical records, this kind of thing appeared in Beiyi 60 or [-] years ago. This kind of Gu insect has no effect on ordinary people, but if it is People above Yinyuan Realm ate...

The internal force in the meridians will make the blood-melting Gu multiply rapidly, and the internal force of the person affected by the Gu will heat up and become restless. When the Gu insects accumulate to a certain level, the internal force will be detonated and people will die. "

Feng Ke sighed: "He should have consumed some of his internal energy by practicing martial arts before going to bed, and he is still quite smart, so he put all the soaring internal energy on his legs. Otherwise, his body would be cold for a while."

"Blood fusion Gu will slowly consume his flesh and meridians. Although the speed is very slow, it will take a year for the Gu insect to be expelled with medicine. It is impossible to completely keep it... but he can still stand up. Afterwards, it was difficult to enter the country, and there was no other problem except that my legs often ached." He stated his judgment in detail.

Beiyi's things appeared in the Zhongyihou Mansion.

Take precautions and let the Beiyi people take advantage of the loopholes. This kind of method is really vicious.

but……

Something to expel Gu worms?

Lian Shenwei: "Would it be faster to use my blood?"

He saw clearly just now that his blood is very effective in expeling Gu worms.

Feng Ke's pupils shrank violently, his expression turned cold, "Are you crazy?!"

"Your blood is not good!"

"Why?"

"Using myself as an introduction to the medicine and asking me why, do you know that once you use it, every step of his treatment in the future will be inseparable from your blood."

Feng Ke sneered: "Do you think you won't die? No matter how fast the treatment is, it will last for four months. I want to ask you, are you the reincarnation of the Daluo Jinxian or the Queen Mother in person? Can you let the blood out for four months?" Are you still alive and kicking against me?"

Lian Shenwei called him softly: "Feng Ke."

Feng Ke turned his back, turned his head and left, and said coldly: "I can't save this man, he should follow my method or wait for death."

"Fengke."

The young man with the small medicine bag clenched his fists, stopped in his footsteps, but didn't look back.

Lian Shenwei: "He is the half descendant of Fudu Villa and Sister, and also my apprentice."

Feng Ke sneered: "Yes, I don't know you, and I still harbor murderous intentions for you. Sister Yuwei must be more angry than me if she knows about it. She will definitely ask you to beat you to death."

Lian Shenwei was silent for a moment, "Even if he has nothing to do with me, he is still a little general in the frontier, concerned about the safety of the people in the frontier."

Feng Ke said nothing.

Lian Shenwei: "Did I be like Li Ningfeng now, lying on the bed unconsciously, waiting to open my eyes and become a useless person?"

"..." Feng Ke's throat was congested, and he couldn't hear himself calling him a useless person in such a calm voice.

Lian Shenwei: "Feng Ke, I can't just watch him turn into another me."

Feng Ke couldn't refuse his words. After a long time, he slowly loosened his clenched fists, his face was more stinky than ever, and he stared at Li Ningfeng as if he owed him ten thousand taels of gold.

"...I don't want people in Jianghu to know that I am here, but I need an identity that can be trusted by Li Ningfeng and can heal him at close range."

"Also," Feng Ke sneered, "if this kid abandons himself and has no strength of character, he is not worthy of your rescue. I can take a small amount of your blood first, and control the blood fusion Gu for him. Take this opportunity to observe him If your performance in the constant face of despair is not up to standard, you apprentice, I advise you not to do it."

"I can't refuse. This is the last chance I'll give you to regret using blood to treat him." And he will also spend the next few days to see if he can find an alternative medicine.

Lian Shenwei glanced at the person on the bed, nodded: "I understand."

He untied the wristband, exposed his arm, and signaled Feng Ke to take blood.

You can't cut the heart of your palm, otherwise it will be easy to be seen when you go up to court. With your arms tucked in your sleeves, you won't be noticed if anyone comes into close contact with him.

Feng Ke took out a needle.

Lian Shenwei subconsciously withdrew his hand.

Feng Ke: "?"

Lian Shenwei reached over again, pondered for a moment, and tried to negotiate: "Use a dagger?"

Feng Ke: "..."

Oh.

He was so angry that he forgot that he was very shy about the silver needles for treatment, especially the ones specially made by his Feng family.

He ignored it and stretched out his hand expressionlessly.

The thin silver needle cut through the thin layer of pale skin, and the dark red blood flowed out in the blink of an eye, overflowing the small jade bottle drop by drop.

Tick.