Good Fortune Dictionary

Zhu Moyu straightened up, while stroking his chin with his hand to think about countermeasures, while frowning, staring intently at Wang Feng, who was already unconscious on the chair, he couldn't help but sighed.Stepping on the steps beside the chair, he bent down and stretched out his hand, touched Wang Feng's forehead that had already been covered with a thin layer of sweat, and then tried it on his own forehead solemnly. After testing the temperature, it was confirmed that Wang Feng's forehead was extremely hot, so he couldn't help but sighed deeply, paced back and forth anxiously, looked up at Wang Feng, and found that there was continuous sweat rolling from Wang Feng's forehead Falling down, a face was extremely pale and terrifying, and there was a faint tendency to become transparent in the air. Even the thick black eyebrows that were usually beautiful were tightly knit together, as if they were going through something huge enough to The pain that submerged his whole body, his mouth was dry and cracked by the high temperature, and it was also very pale. It was shaking at an extremely fast frequency, and then his brows frowned even tighter, and his mouth They opened and closed, as if they were talking about something, Zhu Moyu leaned down, and vaguely heard Wang Feng's mouth murmuring something vaguely, after careful identification for a while, he realized that what he said was right It was: "Don't...don't...don't kill any more, don't kill any more, blood... woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... so much blood...mother..." Although Wang Feng was only ten years old at that time, he experienced that killing At that time, he was still a little ignorant and didn't have too much fear, but the memory of that killing has been preserved in his mind for a long time, and it has been reciprocating in him for nearly ten years. It kept replaying in his mind, and gradually, fear and pain grew out of this memory, firmly rooted in his flesh and blood, entwining every nerve of his to death.

Zhu Moyu looked at Wang Feng, who was slumped on the stool, and couldn't help but feel sad. He only knew a little about Wang Feng's life experience, and he didn't take the initiative to learn more about it, because Wang Feng seldom shared his life with him. He talked about those past events because Zhu Moyu knew that this event had already caused indelible damage to Wang Feng's heart. Bringing up these past events with him undoubtedly made him recall these sorrows and caused him great harm. Second injury.However, Zhu Moyu did not expect such injuries to be hidden so deeply. To Wang Feng, these injuries were like a suppurated wound. On the surface, he was completely healed, but in fact, it was still going on inside. The pain rots to a deeper place.Originally, as a subject, he shouldn't despise his own emperor, but at this moment, Zhu Moyu suddenly felt that the emperor who stepped on other people's corpses and walked up to the Golden Palace was such a heinous sin, but throughout the ages, so many Which of the emperors and generals in the world didn't walk to his position on the mountain of corpses and blood?Zhu Moyu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed some strange thoughts in his heart, stretched out his sleeve to wipe Wang Feng's sweat again, and muttered in a very low voice: "Didn't you be fine just now? Why did you see me?" Once the emperor came here, he had a fever... and he was so sick..."

Wang Feng was able to come back, and he also brought back three young eunuchs. Obviously, he has successfully realized his wish to become a national teacher. In this case, his current tired and fragile state must not be noticed by outsiders. Yes, otherwise, at least he will be squeezed out by others, and at worst he will be harmed by others, and he will be kicked out of this position directly, so even if Wang Feng's illness has reached the current stage, it is absolutely impossible to call the imperial doctor to diagnose him Moreover, he has become so sick that he must be in a daze now, and he has no idea what he will say in his mouth, just like the nonsense he just said to Zhu Moyu, but fortunately Zhu Moyu listened Now, if someone else is invited to watch, if he talks nonsense again, then his identity may be exposed. In this way, all his previous efforts will be for naught!It may even directly lead to death!Just like those things that happened in Lizhou before.

Lying on the chair, Wang Feng's pretty brows were tightly frowned, and he was muttering nonsense, with sweat and tears on his face, and he hugged Zhu Moyu tightly. The hand that wiped his sweat was like a person who was about to drown in the river and suddenly grabbed a life-saving straw.

--How to do?
Zhu Moyu was very anxious in his heart. He knew that in a short time, the little eunuch over there would come to urge them, and looking at Wang Feng's situation, it was absolutely impossible to heal himself in a short time. It is even more impossible for him to wake up under the action of external force. After all, this place has neither herbs that can be used to reduce fever, nor silver needles that can be used for acupuncture. …

Zhu Moyu stroked Wang Feng's back lightly with his hands as if comforting, closed his eyes, as if he was thinking, after a while, suddenly frowned and said softly: "It's all in this situation now, you still Show up."

As soon as he said these words, he fell directly to the ground, no one came to answer his fault, the room was very quiet, except for Wang Feng's babbling, there was no other slightest movement.

"Come out," Zhu Moyu opened his mouth slightly, his eyes still closed, "In his current situation, even if you save him, you will definitely not know your existence, and besides, you are the only one who can save him here , if you don’t save him for the sake of secrecy, he will probably die like this. Think about it, if you are punished for breaking the confidentiality agreement, and you are punished for refusing to save the prince, what do you think the higher-ups will do? Is the punishment for one kind of punishment heavier? Don’t worry, you saved him, and I will explain it to the higher authorities for you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden "rustling" sound from the beam above his head, and then a person suddenly tumbled off the beam and landed on the ground peacefully, looking at Zhu with his back behind his back. Silent words.The man was all black, with a golden mask on his face. Although it was hollowed out, it was covered with exquisite, complicated and strange patterns, making it impossible for people to see his true appearance. Except for this mask, he seemed There is no other peculiar place to mention, it is ordinary, without any characteristics.

Zhu Moyu noticed the appearance of the man in black, so he opened his eyes suddenly, looked at the brown pupils behind the golden mask for a while, raised his head slightly, narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice: "You Finally came out."

The man in black didn't say a word, he just lowered his head and walked to Wang Feng's side. He raised his hand slightly, and at some point there appeared a shining silver needle in his hand, and then he put the needle in his hand. The silver needle pierced the back of Wang Feng's neck, and Wang Feng passed out just like that, and loosened the hand that was holding Zhu Moyu tightly.Zhu Moyu and the man in black put Wang Feng on the ground and settled down, then the man in black stretched out his hand and untied Wang Feng's belt, and as the knot on his side was untied, Wang Feng's snow-white chest was just like that. It was displayed in front of the two of them, but at this time Wang Feng's chest could no longer be called white, because there was another black mass on his chest that was spreading around. With a slamming hammer, a circle of tiny spider web-like cracks burst out from the place where it was smashed, and the cracks were jet black, and the black lines were coming from Wang Feng's chest. It has been spreading to the surrounding bit by bit, and the eye-catching kung fu has almost covered his neck and is about to develop towards his face.

Zhu Moyu was taken aback by Wang Feng's appearance, took a step back, and said in a low voice, "I knew that his fever was so sudden, it was definitely not a normal fever... What's going on with him? ?”