Being hunted down as soon as you pass through

Of course Fu Changge knew that something was wrong with him—his headache came and went, and it hadn’t stopped since he arrived in Ding’s Mansion. At first, he just thought it was the noise and noise, but now Fu Changge also felt that something was wrong—no matter how lively or Well, no matter the offense, the irritability, or the anger, even if the headache was caused by these, Fu Changge didn't suffer any injuries to his head all at once, just because of this little disturbance, why did it make him hurt so badly.

But Fu Changge is not in the mood to find out the reason now, and he has no way to find out the reason-now Fu Changge only feels that his two temples are about to burst, and the pain gathers on his head, which will not go away for a long time.

Gu Chensheng turned around and left, looking at his back, Fu Changge wanted to say something, at least stop him.But Fu Changge didn't say a word, he didn't want to talk to Gu Chensheng about the unbearable headache, not at all.

——Fu Changge knew in his heart that what he said at this time was a meaningless explanation, and he couldn't change what happened, let alone take back what he said; It wasn't traumatic, but it was exhausting enough for a day of pain.

He slammed his head twice with his right hand. Fu Changge watched Gu Chensheng turn around the courtyard wall and finally disappeared, and then said in a low voice: "Didn't you agree to go to Ding's garden... look Come on, I can only go alone..."

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Fu Changge didn't even think about going to any garden to relieve his headache, he just didn't want to join in the excitement of the banquet, and the garden with few people was just a good place for him to be alone and quiet.

Until Fu Changge smelled that strange smell.

It was a strong and special fragrance. Although the fragrance was uncommon and very strong, it was not choking in the slightest. On the contrary, it was very attractive, and one couldn't help but indulge in it.

Fu Changge also lost his mind in the scent, and even forgot the severe headache, enjoying the pleasure brought by the scent easily, as if he had never been disturbed by the pain—it was something else that disturbed Fu Changge's mind now .

When Fu Changge woke up, he had unknowingly walked a long way in search of the scent.What appeared in front of his eyes was a red cloud—no, Fu Changge blinked his eyes, it was not a cloud, but a large piece of flowers growing on the treetops.

The flowers and branches were dyed with ink, almost blending into the night, and the crimson flowers seemed to be floating in the air.Clusters of brocades were connected together, and the darkness of the night made ordinary things lose their color, but it failed to wash away a little bit of bright red from it.The night wind blew, and three or two pieces of residual flowers floated in the red "clouds and mist", illusory and dreamy, as if the beautiful scenery only in fairyland.

"...Begonia." Fu Changge stretched out his hand to catch a little red star falling, looked at the petals, and couldn't help murmuring.

Fu Changge lowered his head, leaned closer to the flower in his hand, took a deep breath of the intoxicating fragrance, and indulged himself in the strange fragrance.

"No, that's not right!" It was as if a crackling sound played in Fu Changge's ear, waking him up suddenly, "This is not a crabapple flower... the flowering period of the crabapple should have passed at this time, but there are accidents, and the crabapple It won't be this lush, it won't be this tall, and..."

"Begonia has no fragrance...but such a flower is a crabapple."

The moment this thought appeared in Fu Changge's mind, those unusually rich aromas disappeared in an instant.

The thoughts that were immersed in the fragrance before were pulled back and returned to the pain.The short-term comfort of those aromas made Fu Changge's headache more severe at the moment, and the blood in his chest was churning again. Every breath seemed to be a blunt knife turning and sawing in Fu Changge's chest.

The pain of coming back suddenly made Fu Changge tremble all over, he couldn't even stand up straight, his upper body curled up and almost squatted on the ground.The disappearance of the fragrance threw Fu Changge into severe discomfort, but the pain also awakened Fu Changge's consciousness, and his five senses became clear in an instant - Fu Changge heard a slight sound, it was...someone was talking, Not far behind the crabapple tree.

Fu Changge shuddered.

He didn't know who was standing behind the tree, maybe someone was plotting something, or maybe it was just a lazy maid and servant chatting.But Fu Changge knew that if he woke up for half a moment at night and bumped into the person talking directly in the mist caused by the fragrance—whether there was danger or accident, this was definitely not what he wanted to see or try. matter.

Fu Changge endured the dull pain in his chest, took a deep breath, and settled down.Then he approached cautiously, and slowly hid himself in the shadow of the crabapple tree—he decided that the person talking here must not be a coincidence, at least it couldn't be some sweeping servant resting his feet.

Clinging to the back of the crabapple tree, confirming that he was completely hidden under the flowers, Fu Changge poked his head out slightly and squinted his eyes - there were two people standing not far in front, and their conversations were not loud at all. In the ears that were ringing because of the pain, there were only vague words left.

Fortunately, although Fu Changge's hearing is not good for the time being, he can still see the figures of the two people clearly at such a short distance.

Facing Fu Changge was a man with gray beard and hair. This man was dressed in a brocade robe and was very well-dressed. He also looked elegant, calm and extraordinary.

Fu Changge frowned, he had never seen this middle-aged man, neither a hundred years ago nor a hundred years later.But this person made Fu Changge faintly feel that something was wrong. While thinking about it, he fixed his eyes on the person whose back was facing him, and this sight surprised him—although he couldn't see the face, but the light Judging by his figure, Fu Changge had to be familiar with this person, let alone the gray robe.

——A few days ago, in the southern city of Xinzhou City, this man cut a long gash in Fu Changge's waist with an iron hook he picked up at random.

"They are really going to attack today!" Fu Changge knew clearly that with his current strength, he might have no chance of winning against this gray-robed man, and there was still a middle-aged man who didn't know how deep he was standing, which could not make him When trying to be brave.

Thinking of this, Fu Changge stepped back cautiously, out of the shadow under the crabapple tree, and retreated to a place where he could not hear a single voice. His movements were silent and did not attract the attention of the two people, just like a bird in the middle of the night. Sneaky cat.

Just when Fu Changge walked to the gate of the garden and was about to go out, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest and abdomen, which was more severe than ever before.Fu Changge curled up in pain all of a sudden, unable to make a sound.

If he hadn't been alone at this time, Fu Changge would almost have thought that someone had hit his chest with a hammer and stone lock.

Fu Changge struggled to walk to the wall, squatted down slowly while leaning on the wall, and then fell to the ground—he was not sure if he had retreated far enough, but there was no sound of footsteps yet, which was a good sign information.

But that's all the good news. Fu Changge felt his chin itch a little. He stretched out his hand to touch it, and felt a wet hand.

Something flowed out of his mouth - Fu Changge thought.Immediately afterwards, the rusty smell on the tip of the tongue, the fishy sweetness in the throat, the suffocation in the chest and the severe pain... These feelings became vivid one by one, cheering and jumping in Fu Changge's mind——

"Ugh..." Fu Changge's last waking memory was the uncontrollable blood gushing out of his throat.

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Just as Fu Changge lost consciousness, the conversation between the middle-aged man and the gray-robed man was coming to an end.

The gray-robed man clasped his fists at the middle-aged man, then jumped up and disappeared in an instant.But the middle-aged man was not in a hurry to leave. He stood on the spot with his hands behind his back, and stared at the direction Fu Changge left for a while, "Looking for incense? Hmm...interesting."

Not far from the middle-aged man's eyes was a tree of begonias—the branches were like ink-stained, stretched and beautiful, but it was too late, and only the dying flowers on the branches were hidden in the night.