Vendetta

"Fu Ling," Lin Yun wiped his tears with a handkerchief, "Do you want to avenge them?"

Fu Ling was out of breath from crying, and threw herself into Lin Yun's arms, "I want to! As long as I can avenge them, I will do anything!"

Lin Yun froze, her eyes struggling a bit, the person in her arms cried for three days, trembling all over, Lin Yun stretched out her hand, patted him on the back, and said softly: "Then if you want to become stronger, just If you want to learn martial arts, my brother is a disciple of Dongqingmen, you go to Dongqingmen to find him, and let him take you to apprentice."

Fuling's face was full of tears, he raised his face: "Sister Xiaoyun..."

"In this world, the strong are respected, and you don't want to be bullied by others. All you can rely on is yourself." Lin Yun caressed his face and said softly, "You must always remember one thing—don't trust anyone."

Don't trust anyone.

For a while, the world was spinning, and Lin Yun, who was wearing a coarse cloth skirt, turned into Ding Yue who was dressed in black. She was covered in blood, and she turned to look at Fu Ling. Her eyes were full of killing intent, and her lips had a sarcastic smile. She walked step by step. Walking on the ground soaked in blood, holding a short knife in his hand, flipped his cuffs, and the silver needle flew towards Fu Ling.

"How do you think they died?" Ding Yue sneered, with every word to his heart, "How would they feel if they knew you were crying in the arms of your enemy? They must be extremely disappointed, right?"

Fu Ling felt as if his body was frozen, and he couldn't move even a little bit. The silver needle pierced his body, causing bone-piercing pain, and he couldn't make a sound.

The terrified cries of his father, mother and sister were earth-shattering, and he hadn't heard them before, but every sound was like a sharp knife piercing Fu Ling's heart, and the knife edge brought out dripping blood, dripping on the ground.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whose blood it was on the ground, or the shadow of the blood-colored sunset shining on the ground.

Ding Yue stepped on the corpses of her parents and sister, with her head down, Fu Ling finally yelled: "Don't! Don't! Don't touch them—"

"Fuling! Fuling! Wake up! Fuling!"

Fu Ling suddenly opened his eyes, dazzling light shone into his eyes, and soon a hand with strong bones covered his eyes.

"Poria."

The gentle and melodious voice, the familiar Lengxiang seems to have a miraculous effect of calming the nerves, Fu Ling is like a drowning person, grasping this little bit of life and struggling desperately.

After a long time, he was fully awake and no longer trembling.

"Yan Zhu." Fu Ling stretched out her hand to pull Yan Zhu's hand down, seeing that Yan Zhu's brows were tightly wrinkled, and her starry eyes were full of worry, Fu Ling suddenly grinned.

Yan Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief, took his hand, and rubbed it in the palm of his hand: "Didn't I let you go? How did you get hurt like this?"

"Didn't you run away? I ran into someone from Tongtian Sect."

"Why did the Tongtian Sect go to Mount Huai?" Yan Zhu carefully lifted Fuling up, let him lean on the cushion, took a bowl of porridge from the table, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew it cold, and fed it to Fuling's mouth, " You lie down for a day and a night, eat some porridge first, and then take medicine later."

When had Fuling been taken care of so carefully by someone, for a moment she felt that her injuries didn't hurt anymore, she lowered her head slightly, ate the porridge, and after eating more than half of the bowl, she suddenly bit the spoon and didn't let it go.

Yan Zhu couldn't help laughing and said, "What is this for?"

Fu Ling bit the spoon, looked up at Yan Zhu, the sunlight outside the window shone into those extremely clear eyes, as if a little bit of gold was sprinkled on the surface of the water, causing ripples in Yan Zhu's heart.

The person in front of him is still childish, but he always looks like a young man, it is rare for him to be so childish.

Yan Zhu stretched out his hand and pinched his face, saying: "Shut up."

Fu Ling loosened her mouth, and said seriously: "I didn't agree to the second prince."

Yan Zhu said: "I know."

Fu Ling was stunned: "You know? Then why are you still angry?"

"I'm not angry about this," Yan Zhu put the bowl on the wooden table in the room, and said seriously, "Fuling, let me ask you, in Huoshan..."

"Cheng Suyu's identity is fake, everything else is real." Fu Ling took Yan Zhu's hand and put it on her chest, "I have been sincere to you from the beginning to the end."

Yan Zhu's eyes are soft, and those bright and deep eyes like lacquer fully reflect Fu Ling in his eyes at this moment. He raised his other hand and traced Fu Ling's eyebrows and eyes little by little with his fingertips, "Then you promise Me, from now on, I will face everything with you, and you must stay by my side for a long, long time."

Fu Ling bent her eyes and smiled. This person he saw in the snow ten years ago was like a banished fairy, this person was as bright as the sky and the earth, like the breeze and the moon.

This person, who he only dared to watch secretly from behind, was sitting in front of him now, holding his hand, with a smile on his face, and only his shadow in his eyes.

Tears welled up in Fu Ling's eyes, he thought, all the cold winds, long winters, and blood and tears that he had experienced before have all melted into this brilliant spring, and the unknown difficulties and dangers in the future , he can deal with it with equanimity.

Because the world is worth it.

Yan Zhu asked: "Why didn't you speak? Do you regret it?"

Fu Ling shook her head and threw herself into his arms.

"Be careful of your injuries." Yan Zhu said, hugging him gently.

Fu Ling looked up at Yan Zhu: "In fact, I really don't like dreams. The nightmares I have are always long and difficult to wake up from, but the sweet dreams are fleeting."

Yan Zhu lowered his head and kissed, softly and tenderly.

"From now on, there will be me in dreams and outside dreams, so you don't have to be afraid of anything."

There was a knock on the door, and then Li Zhong said: "My lord, the medicine is ready."

The kiss was interrupted, Yan Zhu still hugged Fu Ling, he said: "Come in."

When Li Zhong came in, he saw Yan Zhu holding Fu Ling in his arms, with a calm demeanor, he didn't even look at him when he was asked to come in, his eyes were still on the person in his arms.

Even though Li Zhong had already guessed, he couldn't help but be surprised by what he saw with his own eyes. The person who made Yan Zhu anxious all night, that Yan Wang of the Wanqiu Sect, actually had such a monstrous face.

Isn't he very ugly with scars on his face!

That's not counting, the two actually have this kind of relationship?

How is this possible?

Since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by beauties. It turns out that there is no one around their young masters for so many years. Is it because other beauties are not beautiful enough?

But this is a man, and he is also the master of the Wanchou Sect, the king of the evil sword Hades who is known to everyone in the rivers and lakes!

Li Zhongqiang endured the horror in his heart, he put down the medicine very wisely, and walked out together without saying a word.

But there are always people who don't know what to do. Fuling was drinking medicine, and the door was suddenly kicked open. There was a person holding two double knives, standing at the door aggressively: "Fuling! I'm here to save—"

Fu Ling drank the medicine, and was so surprised by him that he choked and coughed. Yan Zhu hurriedly poured some water for him and handed it over. outside the door.

"Help, save..." Seeing this scene, Qiu Yi was so startled that he was at a loss for what to do. His eyes were already big, but when he opened them like this, his mouth opened wide, as if he was being choked by someone, and he didn't say anything.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Fuling breathed a sigh of relief, lying in Yan Zhu's arms, smiling and winking at Qiu Yi.

"Excuse me." Qiu Yi's face flushed red, wishing he could poke his eyes as big as copper bells blind, he withdrew the knife in embarrassment, and planned to back out.

Fu Ling said: "Remember to close the door."

Qiu Yi gritted his teeth, picked up the wooden door that fell on the ground, and carried it out.

Fu Ling laughed out loud in a good mood. After drinking the medicine, he lay in Yan Zhu's arms and yawned. Yan Zhu said, "Go to sleep for a while."

"Don't sleep anymore," Fu Ling shook her head, "I'm not in good spirits after sleeping for too long. What are you going to do about the flood in the south of the Yangtze River?"

Yan Zhu continued to hold Poria, and said: "You are right, there is no flood in the south of the Yangtze River, and the refugee uprising is not because of the flood."

Fu Ling asked, "Why is that?"

"A kind of poisonous insects are rampant." Yan Zhu got up, and took out a small porcelain jar from the cabinet. There was a black scorpion in the jar, which looked like a pipa from a distance, with one finger long and brown patterns on its back, motionless.

Fu Ling stretched out an index finger to poke it, but Yan Zhu grabbed his hand, closed the lid, and said in a stern tone, "Why dare you touch anything? This thing is poisonous!"

"Isn't it dead? It won't jump up and sting me." Fu Ling wanted to look at the porcelain pot, "Isn't this a desert poisonous scorpion? How could it spread in Jiangnan?"

"You recognize it?" Yan Zhu showed it to him from a distance, not letting him touch it.

"When I was a child, my mother seemed to use it for medicine, saying it was for rheumatism," Fu Ling stared at the small porcelain jar, trying to remember, "But I don't remember if it's this kind of scorpion, they all look about the same."

"You're right," Yan Zhu put down the small porcelain jar, and hugged Poria so that he wouldn't disturb the wound. "It is said that there are no scorpions in Jiangnan. There was a master who brought scorpions to Jiangnan in a bamboo tube, so Jiangnan also brought scorpions to Jiangnan. Scorpions are called master bugs." (Note)

Fu Ling leaned obediently in his arms, "That means that scorpions are not produced in the south of the Yangtze River, because the south of the Yangtze River is not suitable for scorpions to live in."

Yan Zhu nodded, cleaned his hands, took an egg and began to shell it: "Most of the scorpions in the south of the Yangtze River are specially bred for medicine, and there are very few wild scorpions. This kind of scorpion is very poisonous, and I have never seen it even for medicine. "

Yan Zhu's white and slender hands peeled off the eggshell little by little, and his fingertips were on the white and tender egg white, which was really pleasing to the eye.

Fu Ling said: "It's flooded, someone must have done it on purpose."

"Why did your mother use desert poisonous scorpions as medicine?" Yan Zhu helped him up, and the two sat facing each other. Yan Zhu fed the peeled egg to his mouth, "Bite one bite at a time, eat slowly, don't eat in one breath Swallow it alive."

Fu Ling smiled and took a small bite of the egg, her willow leaf eyes were shining, bent into crescent moons, when she looked at him she was full of energy, it was indeed a rare beauty in the world, once Yan Zhu's gaze fell on him, it was hard to move away open.

Fu Ling chewed the egg and said, "I don't know, my mother is not in good health and often takes some strange medicines, I can't remember too much."

When the beauty is not moving, it is as bright as a painting, and when it is moving, the world and him are all pictures.

Then, while Yan Zhu was in a daze, the beauty lowered her head slightly, sucked the egg in his hand into her mouth, chewed with puffed cheeks, and looked up at him innocently.

Yan Zhu couldn't help but laugh, fearing that he would choke, poured him a glass of water, and carefully wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

At this time, the greenery is thick outside the window, and the spring in April is fading in the world. Although the flowing water and falling flowers have gone with the spring, but where the love comes, the day and night are more beautiful than the colorful flowers.

The author has something to say: Note: The sentence Yan Zhu said refers to "Youyang Zazu."Insects": "There used to be no scorpions in the south of the Yangtze River. At the beginning of the Kaiyuan period, there was a bamboo tube filled with bamboo tubes across the river. It is often found in the south of the Yangtze River. It is commonly called the scorpion."