【Kuan Xin】Snake and Venom

When Fan Zaizhi and others were sent away, the sky was already faintly bright, and Yuan Zhongxin slowed down his pace, stepping through the thick fog and cold, feeling heavy on his mind and feeling oppressed.

When he returned to the backyard of Qizhai, Yuan Zhongxin was shocked to find Xiaojing sitting alone at the stone table with a sad face, depressed, as if he was worried about something.

Yuan Zhongxin naturally understood what she was thinking. Xiaojing was very skilled in medicine. He must have found something strange when he checked his pulse that day. He sighed helplessly, walked forward quietly, and said gently: "Xiaojing, Why did you wake up so early?"

Xiao Jing suddenly raised his eyes, saw that it was Yuan Zhongxin, forced a smile and said, "Brother Yuan, I can't sleep, so I want to come out and sit for a while."

Looking at Xiaojing's hesitation to speak, Yuan Zhongxin sat down and asked with a light smile, "Do you have anything to ask me?"

Xiao Jing was flustered, she really wanted to ask what happened to the disordered and disordered pulse that day, but she was afraid that Yuan Zhongxin would confirm her worst guess, she struggled for a long time, but she still couldn't open her mouth.

But Yuan Zhongxin was very patient, he encouraged softly: "Ask, it's all right."

Xiaojing took a deep breath secretly, and his voice trembled faintly: "Brother Yuan, is there something wrong with your body?"

Yuan Zhongxin lowered her eyes, and she really knew it. She didn't say it these few days because of the word "no" that I wrote on her wrist that day. Yuan Zhongxin nodded indifferently: "Yes, I'm poisoned."

Xiao Jing was frightened suddenly, and asked at a loss: "Brother Yuan, what kind of poison have you been poisoned by?"

Yuan Zhongxin was silent, thought for a while, and decided to tell her the truth: "Half life and death."

All of a sudden, Xiao Jingru was struck by lightning, she felt chills suddenly, tears were about to come out of her eyes, she trembled her lips, her voice was choked up: "Brother Yuan, how did you get poisoned like this? How could..."

She is a healer, and no one understands the poisonous effects of half-life and death better than her. People who are poisoned will gradually lose their senses, but their sensitivity to pain will increase accordingly. Just a slight scratch is extremely painful. It may cause the poisoned person to die of pain, wishing to kill himself with a knife.

The most desperate thing is that Xiaojing doesn't know how to develop an antidote for half-life.

Xiaojing was so flustered that she couldn't help but put her hand on Yuan Zhongxin's side vein, and stubbornly took his pulse again and again. Her palms were covered with cold sweat, and her fingertips were white and trembling. She said incoherently: " Brother Yuan, let me feel the pulse, this may not be a half-life, I have a way to save you, there must be..."

Until the end, under Yuan Zhongxin's gentle gaze, Xiao Jing could no longer deceive herself. She couldn't make a sound, and gripped Yuan Zhongxin's wrist tightly in grief. She hated her incompetence so much. But he couldn't help him with anything, he could only watch helplessly.

Yuan Zhongxin reached out and touched the head of the girl whom he had always regarded as his younger sister, with a helpless smile on his face: "Xiaojing, it's not your fault, it's my own carelessness that made people take advantage of it, Don't be sad, I have found a way to detoxify."

Xiao Jing was overjoyed by Yuan Zhongxin's words. She sniffed and said in a crying voice, "Brother Yuan, go and detoxify quickly, okay?"

Yuan Zhongxin shook his head slowly but firmly: "Not yet."

The joy on Xiaojing's face faded immediately, and she asked dejectedly, "Then when can I detoxify?"

A trace of uncertainty flashed across Yuan Zhongxin's eyes, and he whispered, "At least, I have to wait until I force them all out."

Xiaojing was puzzled: "They? Who are they?"

Yuan Zhongxin himself was also in a state of confusion and had no clue: "I don't know yet." His eyes shifted, and his expression was solemn: "Xiaojing, I need your help with something."

When Wang Canzheng returned to the mansion, he sat quietly and silently in the study room, and never stepped out of the room until the sky was completely bright and the housekeeper pushed the door open. Then he asked in a deep voice: "Wang Kuan is here?" where?"

The housekeeper lowered his head and replied: "Since returning home, the young master has been staying in the room and rarely going out."

Hearing this, Wang Canzheng rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, and remained silent.

The butler said worriedly: "Master, the young master has had a very poor appetite for the past two days. The food brought in has basically not been touched, and he doesn't rest even after night shifts. Is the young master feeling unwell? The doctor will show him and prescribe some medicine."

Wang Canzheng sighed, feeling helpless. Wang Kuan is his son, and knowing his son is like a father. How come he doesn't know why Wang Kuan is like this? He waved his hand: "There is no need to find a doctor. Alright, go back to the Secret Pavilion tomorrow and see Yuan Zhongxin and you will be fine."

The butler was confused by what Wang Shenzheng said. What does this mental illness have to do with that man named Yuan Zhongxin?

Wang Canzheng stood up, walked to the door, looked at the transparent light outside the room, and ordered: "Old Fu, help me make a pot of rattan leaves." Then he walked out of the study and walked towards the room where Wang Kuan lived. room to go.

The door of Wang Kuan's room was closed tightly, Wang Canzheng frowned slightly, stepped forward and gently pushed the door open, the cool breeze blew in, and a wisp of incense white smoke floated in the air, the room was dimly lit, and the only bright place was the desk. Dengzhu, there was a person standing by the table, with a gloomy expression, a tall figure, with his left hand behind his back, and his right hand holding a pen, writing something unhurriedly, aware of Wang Shenzheng's gaze, the person's writing movement paused slightly, He spoke suddenly, with a cold tone: "What did Yuan Zhongxin say to you?"

Wang Canzheng was not at all surprised by Wang Kuan's question. Wang Kuan was thoughtful and thoughtful. If he didn't notice anything, Wang Canzheng felt that something was wrong with his son. Tell you."

Wang Kuan suddenly stopped, raised his eyes casually, his eyes were soaked with water, and he stabbed at Wang Canzheng like a knife blade. He stared at Wang Canzheng speechlessly, then looked away after a while, and continued to write on the paper: " Then what are you doing here?"

Wang Canzheng's breath was almost suffocated by Wang Kuan's stare. He restrained his heart and said calmly, "Yuan Zhongxin was targeted by people from Daxia. Do you know about this?"

As soon as Daxia was mentioned, the tyranny in Wang Kuan's heart began to rise again, but he still said without changing his face: "I know."

"Yuan Zhongxin is in a difficult situation now, and there are not many people around him who can use him, you..."

Before Wang Canzheng could finish speaking, Wang Kuan interrupted him with a mocking sneer, and looked at his father angrily: "Why, you advised me to keep a distance from him, avoid disasters, and protect myself wisely?"

"You should give up this idea as soon as possible. Yuan Zhongxin and I will be tied together until we die. No one can separate us!"

Wang Canzheng looked at the paranoid and frenzied Wang Kuan without saying a word. After a while, he slowly shook his head: "I didn't mean to ask you to do this."

Hearing this, Wang Kuan's hostility disappeared instantly, and he blinked at Wang Canzheng in a daze: "What did you say?"

Wang Canzheng glanced at him meaningfully, and said meaningfully: "I know you really want to help Yuan Zhongxin, but what do you think you have the ability to help him at this time? Only with your own strength, What can you do for him?"

Those who have to deal with Yuan Zhongxin are not simple hooligans. The people sent by Daxia are cruel and cruel. Many eyeliners provoke people's hearts, and it is easy for them to attack Yuan Zhongxin.

Wang Canzheng continued: "What about you, Wang Kuan, what capital do you have to fight against those menacing people? Is it based on your pure heart for Yuan Zhongxin? If you really want to help him, Even if it's a bottomless officialdom, it's time to go and make a fortune."

Wang Kuan was shocked. He never thought that Wang Shenzheng was more transparent than he saw. He always thought that as long as he was by Yuan Zhongxin's side all the time, he would be fine. Man-made disaster, Wang Kuan is also confident that he can protect Yuan Zhongxin safe and sound.

But Wang Shenzheng's words completely awakened himself.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that he really has nothing but his unwavering heart for Yuan Zhongxin.

When Wang Shenzheng left, Wang Kuan didn't pay attention, remained silent, staring at the bamboo paper on the table with a dark expression. The dark red snake letter is looming, and the tail of the snake is slightly curled up, drawing out all the darkness in Wang Kuan's heart. It is obviously just a portrait, but it makes people shudder.

He raised his hand abruptly, traced the snake with slightly trembling fingertips, kept stroking it, stood silent for a long time, opened his mouth slightly, his voice was hoarse, and murmured the name that made him mad and inhuman: "Zhongxin... ..”

Even though he was so close to the candle lamp, the faint firelight still couldn't drive away the mottled and complex darkness and coldness on Wang Kuan's body. His shadow swayed with the firelight, and in a trance, he seemed to be devouring the light. The room was dead silent. No matter how depressed he was, chaos would emerge, and his soul would tremble——Wang Kuan suddenly realized that his truest self was actually like this.

If he is alone in the world, he can be a gentleman, but with Yuan Zhongxin, he will become a madman.

After Wang Canzheng left, he stood quietly in the yard, staring at the clear waves in the pond, lost in thought.

Before returning home, Wang Canzheng was the last one to leave the secret pavilion. He turned to look at Yuan Zhongxin, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you like Wang Kuan?"

Yuan Zhongxin blinked in surprise, then nodded frankly: "Yes, I like your son, is Mr. Wang going to beat the mandarin duck?"

Wang Shenzheng: "..."

Obviously just now he was going to die, why did he look like a rascal now...

He flicked his sleeves, and gave Yuan Zhongxin an annoyed look: "I don't know why Wang Kuan likes you because of your temperament."

Yuan Zhongxin crossed his arms, thoughtfully, and said solemnly: "Maybe it's because I'm good-looking."

Wang Shenzheng frowned, and couldn't find anything to say back. After a long time, he snorted heavily and said, "Since you like it, let's go."

Then, he left without looking back.

Wang Shenzheng was so fascinated that he didn't even realize that the butler appeared beside him. The butler stepped forward and said in a low voice: "Master, the tea is ready, go back and drink it, it's not good for your body if it cools down. "

Wang Canzheng regained his senses, but he didn't go back to the study. He suddenly pursed his lips and smiled lightly: "Old Fu, do you know that Wang Kuan has a sweetheart in mind."

The old man was surprised and delighted when he heard the words, and he even spoke out his hometown dialect happily: "Who is the young master's sweetheart, you should prepare to propose marriage—oh, young master should be married long ago at this age, it's rare to meet someone I like , can’t let the other party run away!”

Wang Canzheng's eyes flashed with relief, and he exclaimed, "Yeah, it's rare that he likes it..."

It is really rare for Wang Kuan to have someone he likes.

He was born with a cool mind like water, like throwing a stone into a pool, the waves are hard to break, but your stone will never come back.

Wang Shenzheng originally thought that Wang Kuan's heart would remain cold.

Wang Kuan treats people with kindness, humility and courtesy, and his every move has etiquette. something is missing.

The question that he couldn't understand after racking his brains, when he saw Yuan Zhongxin, he had the answer inexplicably in his heart.

It turned out that what Wang Kuan lacked was breaking through the constraints of etiquette and recognizing his inner anger.

And Yuan Zhongxin, a guy who does things out of line, doesn't follow common sense, and makes up for troubles from time to time, just happened to teach Wang Kuan: people should not only be judged by etiquette, they are people, not things. Not good enough.

It was Yuan Zhongxin who gave Wang Kuan the anger he should have bit by bit.