Brilliant thorn

"When did it happen? Did he really die?"

Fu Shaoyu asked him repeatedly to confirm that Feng Yan was dead.

The ointment was caused by Feng Yan's hands and feet. That night he drew a wound on Feng Yan's face and used the same medicine. If Xiao Jue was poisoned, Feng Yan would not be able to escape.

Finding Feng Yan was the fastest detoxification method that Fu Shaoyu thought of.

Although he wished he could eat his flesh right now, he hoped that what Xiao Jue said was not true, he needed Feng Yan to be alive at this time.

Xiao Jue simply narrated the events of that day, and he was very sure that Feng Yan was dead, and a person with severed tendons in limbs and bleeding profusely would not be able to make it through.

Fu Shaoyu pinned his last ray of hope on Wu Shanyun.

He didn't like this feeling of being out of control, but now there was no way out, Xiao Jue's life was in the hands of others.

"Auntie, do you know what kind of poison this is?"

Wu Shanyun shook his head, dug out a small piece of ointment from the medicine bottle, went under the window to examine it carefully, Fu Zhanfeng stood aside with his hands tied, his gray brows knit into the word "Chuan", "Yun'er, please do your best." rescue."

Wu Shanyun raised his eyes and looked over, his voice was not fluctuating: "Father doesn't believe me."

Fu Zhanfeng sighed, lowered his voice and said: "The old man is just worried that Feng Yan's death will affect you."

After all, she has been trained for nearly ten years. Feng Yan is now the deputy leader of the Five Poison Sect, and will inherit her mantle in the future.

A normal person should have some emotions when he died for no reason.

"will not."

Wu Shanyun lowered his eyes again, gently twisted the ointment that was about to form lumps with his fingertips, and then put it under the tip of his nose to sniff lightly. He was focused, calm, and steady, as if the person who died was just an insignificant stranger, and it would not affect her in the slightest. emotional swings.

Fu Zhanfeng sighed again, not because he was worried about Xiao Jue this time, but because he was his adopted daughter.

I think of the scene when my daughter happily brought her home more than 20 years ago. At that time, Wu Shanyun was lively and enthusiastic, with a smile on his young and beautiful face all day long. It's just two extremes.

All the changes started from the day her daughter Fu Mi died.

He grew gray hair overnight, and he no longer had the high spirits of the past; Wu Shanyun knelt in the yard and cried bitterly, and since then he has lived like a wooden man without any emotional ups and downs.

As time passed, his grief over the loss of his beloved daughter eased a little, but Wu Shanyun seemed to be trapped in that snowy night.

She is no longer young. It is a pity that she has closed herself for a dead person for twenty years.

Every time Fu Zhanfeng saw her, he wanted to comfort her, but he swallowed the words again. He himself was a player in the game, so how could he enlighten others?

"New poison, there is no antidote." Wu Shanyun pinched a little bit and licked it on the tip of his tongue, "You can try to make it, but I can't guarantee it will work."

Fu Shaoyu immediately said: "What herbs do you need? I will prepare it right away."

Wu Shanyun didn't answer, he went to the desk and dipped his pen in ink to write Zhang's decree, printed it and engraved it, and Feige sent the letter to Islam, and ordered people to send all the herbs in Feng Yan's alchemy room to Saibei.

Afraid of sending the book on a business trip, Fu Shaoyu copied another copy and ordered people to send it to Tongxi immediately.

In less than seven days, the elders of the Five Poison Sect personally delivered the things to the mansion, and also brought the news of Feng Yan's death.

The body was only discovered a few days ago, and it was already half-decomposed, so it could not be moved to the church for burial, so it was cremated on the spot.

"Deputy Master Feng died in a tragic manner. The tendons in his hands and feet were cut off, and his face was bitten by poisonous insects. There should be a deep hatred. Do you want to investigate carefully to prevent it from harming our sect?"

Wu Shanyun was making medicine, and he didn't even pause when he heard the words, and said calmly: "No need, you will take over the position temporarily, and I will return when I am done."

She decocted the medicine herself, passed it to Xiao Juedu, and Fu Shaoyu stood by the bed and fed the medicine to him, then waited nervously for his reaction.

After a while, Xiao Jue's face turned purple, and he vomited some juice while lying on the bed.

"Why is it still not working?"

Because he didn't know the specific ingredients of the poison, Wu Shanyun could only try to concoct the antidote and give it to Xiao Jue, then observe his reaction, and then adjust the prescription to continue the next trial.

The same process has been repeated for the past few days, and every time he sees Xiao Jue in such pain, Fu Shaoyu's heart feels like a knife is twisted.

And he was very clear that his questioning would not help Xiao Jue's progress.But this time Xiao Jue vomited juice was stained with blood, so he had to ask.

"Normal." Seeing his eagerness, Wu Shanyun explained a few words more rarely, "It's because the medicine is three-point poisonous. He has taken a lot of medicine in the past few days. If the medicine is not right, it will naturally cause discomfort."

Why didn't Fu Shaoyu understand this truth?He just wanted to get a glimmer of hope from Wu Shanyun.

"I'm fine." Xiao Jue said out loud, he had frequent poisoning attacks these days, but the pain was a little less than before, at least not too difficult.

"You still want to be brave?" Fu Shaoyu's tone was not very good, Xiao Jue pressed his hand with his lips pursed.

For the past few days, Fu Shaoyu has been by his side, never taking a bath, never changing clothes, and he doesn't bother to shave the blue stubble on his chin, black and blue under his eyes, extremely sloppy and emaciated.

No matter who came to persuade him, he refused to leave.

Even if Xiao persuaded him when he was never in pain, he would not move.

It was only then that Xiao Jue realized that Fu Zhanfeng's telling him that his grandson's temper was a bit stubborn was not polite.

He could feel that Fu Shaoyu was angry, even though he had taken care of him tenderly these past few days, he was definitely angry with himself.

But what he didn't know was that the anger in Fu Shaoyu's chest was aimed more at Fu Shaoyu himself. He hated himself for being powerless. it can not be helped.

The fire of anger and stagnation burned his internal organs and made his heart jump with fear.

Especially after seeing Xiao Jue vomiting blood, he became even more anxious, and his throat felt fishy.

"I'll go out first."

Fu Shaoyu flicked that hand away, and quickly left the room, Xiao Jue got off the bed with bare feet and tried to catch up, but was pushed back on the bed by Wu Shanyun.

Wu Shanyun said faintly: "When you do things, you must leave a way out. Today's suffering is a lesson, and you deserve it."

"It's just you and me now," Xiao Jue looked up at her, "Please tell me the truth, how much time do I have left?"

"Want to die?" Wu Shanyun asked back, seeing that he didn't answer, he said again: "You are Yu'er's favorite, I will definitely save your life."

He is Fu Mi's son, she can't let him follow in her footsteps.

There are enough wretched souls in the world who have lost a loved one.

"Survival is very difficult, you must persevere."

Xiao Jue clenched the quilt tightly, and the joints turned pale white due to the force. He wanted to live more than ever, and he wanted to grow old with Fu Shaoyu.

When Wu Shanyun went out with the medicine bowl, he got out of bed to look for Fu Shaoyu, searched left and right but found no one, he stood in the bright sun for a while, put on a coat and went to the narrow alley at the back door.

Beside the large tank that catches the rainwater at the door, Fu Shaoyu was sitting against the wall, with his head bowed, looking very decadent.

"Brother Yu."

Xiao Jue heard his own voice shaking.

Fu Shaoyu raised his head and looked over, a few strands of his messy hair stuck to his face, Xia Ri cast a shadow on Xiao Jue from behind, making his face even more silent.

"Ah, why did you come out?"

"I want to go to the desert, take me there."

Not in a negotiating tone, Xiao Jue shortly held Fu Shaoyu's hand, and said again very seriously: "Take me there."

Fu Shaoyu looked at him for a moment, then hooked his finger back: "Okay."

Xiao Jue curled up his mouth, pulled him up and took him to take a bath to repair his appearance. After Fu Shaoyu returned to the handsome appearance he remembered, the two asked their grandfather and aunt for instructions before riding out of the city.

The two rode a horse together, Fu Shaoyu embraced Xiao Jue from behind, and let the horse walk slowly and leisurely towards the north of the city.

Passing through a blue-yellow zone where the grassland and desert meet, they abandoned their horses and walked, and before they walked far, there was endless golden yellow in front of them.

Not far away, a foreign caravan passed by, and the camels lined up, and under the guidance of the guide, they slowly marched into the depths of the desert. According to Fu Shaoyu, that was the territory of the Rouran people.

When Xiao Jue saw a camel for the first time, he told Fu Shaoyu frankly that he wanted to ride a camel.

"Wait." Fu Shaoyu went to chase the caravan. The sand was soft and deep in some places, and it was funny to stagger when he stepped on it.

Xiao Jue smiled happily.

Not long after, Fu Shaoyu came back with a camel, and made a hand gesture inexperienced, making the camel bend its front legs and kneel down in front of Xiao Jue.

"Learn now and sell now." Fu Shaoyu smiled and carried Xiao Jue up. Xiao Jue touched the hard hump curiously, and said, "I heard that it uses this to store water so that it won't die of thirst."

"Smart, sit still." Fu Shaoyu reminded warmly, leading the camel and walking deep into the desert.

It was getting late, and the setting sun slanted down at the end of the sandy sea, reminding Xiao Jue that it was such a beautiful afterglow that day, he kicked Fu Shaoyu into the stream, and bit his lip.

Xiao Jue raised his foot and lightly kicked Fu Shaoyu's shoulder, the camel stopped, he hooked the man closer with his foot, bent down and kissed those two soft and cool lips.

The two rolled into the sea of ​​sand, and the desert, which had been exposed to the sun all day, was like a hotbed laid by the night sky. There was no one left, only the camel that Fu Shaoyu had just bought was boringly digging a small hole in the sand dunes beside it.

Xiao Jue took off all his clothes and let the last ray of sunlight fall on his fair and flawless body.

He wants to dedicate his best self to this man piously.