Flowers fall into mud, spring is not dead

ruined the happiness of all of them.

Gu Feifeng's hand shook violently when Situ Wuji mentioned the name he had been thinking about day and night, and spilled a lot of tea.He immediately put the teacup on the table, lowered his eyes, "There is no such thing as fair or unfair, so are you fair to Nangong Yi?" Looking into Situ Wuji's eyes, Gu Feifeng threw the question to him again.

"I..." Situ Wuji was breathless, speechless for a moment, dodging Gu Feifeng's gaze, he and Nangong Yi had already become enemies, and it was impossible to recover.

"Okay, let's not talk about this problem, Situ Wuji, the visitor is a guest, you are responsible for receiving me well." Gu Feifeng didn't want to talk about it, not only because this is a problem that they can't solve, but also because He was puzzled by Yan Moyun's thoughtful gaze.

Situ Wuji turned his head to look at Yan Moyun, and smiled at him. "Of course there is no problem, right Mo Yun."

Yan Moyun's lips twitched, and he gave Situ Wuji a cold look. "Well, Feifeng, you can have fun here." Calling him Feifeng just blurted out, as if it was just a habit, Yan Moyun was also stunned after calling it out, what is the reason for this familiarity.

Gu Feifeng looked very happy. He hadn't heard such a title for a long time. Hearing it again seemed like a world away. "Then I will call you Mo Yun like Wuji from now on." Patting the table, Gu Feifeng said to himself.Yan Moyun was noncommittal, and did not object to Gu Feifeng's decision, he did not hate this person.

"Then, let's go shopping." Gu Feifeng said, pulling Yan Moyun up and dragging him out of the teahouse.When I met Zhuifeng a year ago, he was buying a folding fan to give to Tang Meiren. Can I still buy a folding fan now? It’s already winter, and it will be the Lantern Festival in two months. Nine years ago they first encounter.

Yan Moyun let Gu Feifeng pull him, he liked this person very much, he was the same as Situ Wuji, he didn't care about his indifference, he just wanted to make himself happy wholeheartedly.What is the relationship between myself and them?

"Hmm..." Yan Moyun suddenly covered his head, and broke away from Gu Feifeng's grasp.It hurts so much, just like when he met Situ Wuji, he had a splitting headache, don't think about it, don't.

"Tang... Moyun, Moyun, what's wrong with you?" Gu Feifeng panicked, holding Yan Moyun's trembling body, calling his name in his ear.

"Hurry up, I'm going to take him back to the palace to treat Brother Yan." Situ Wuji rushed up and said anxiously to Gu Feifeng.Are you sick again? It seems to have become more frequent recently.

"What's wrong with him?" Gu Feifeng asked tremblingly, because Mo Yun seemed to be in pain, and Situ Wuji also seemed to be experienced.

"Don't ask too much, I'll tell you later, let's take him back to the palace now." Situ Wuji didn't have time to explain the reason, the most urgent thing now is to bring Yan Moyun back to the palace for treatment.

"Well, it hurts...it hurts... Haoxuan..." Yan Moyun murmured in pain, then passed out in Gu Feifeng's arms.Both Gu Feifeng and Situ Wuji looked at the fainted Yan Moyun in surprise, and accelerated their speed to go back. Why did they call out this name.

"Yue'er!" Huangfu Haoxuan yelled, then opened his eyes, looked around, it was his Qinglong Palace, in front of him was a pile of unfinished memorials, he fell asleep on the desk.Just now it seemed that someone called his name, such a familiar voice, with pain, and my heart ached. "Yue'er, Yue'er..." I called out the name subconsciously, but who is it, the owner of the name.

"Chasing the wind." Huangfu Haoxuan summoned his most trusted secret guard.

"The subordinate is here." Zhuifeng replied.

"What happened to the matter I asked you to investigate." Leaning on the dragon chair, Huangfu Haoxuan asked vicissitudes of life. Although there was only one day, he couldn't wait.

"Return to the master, the subordinates can't find out." Zhuifeng lowered his head, this was the first time he lied to Huangfu Haoxuan, and refused to complete the task Huangfu Haoxuan gave him.

"I see." Huangfu Haoxuan nodded, "You go back first." Waving his hand to signal for Zhuifeng to back down, Huangfu Haoxuan closed his eyes.Zhuifeng, even you have to hide it from me, what is it that made you two partners tell such a big lie.

Zhuifeng exited the Qinglong Palace, his gaze sank, just now he heard Huangfu Haoxuan calling Tang Yue's name, Yue'er, it was a year since he had heard anyone say that.Back at the residence, Zhuifeng picked up a pen and wrote a letter to Yan Tianxing, explaining everything in just a few words: Your lord is suspicious.

"Tianxing, what are you looking at?" Huangfu Juechen entered Yan Tianxing's room with a cup of tea, and saw Yan Tianxing reading a note at a glance.Putting down the cup in his hand, Huangfu Juechen walked to Yan Tianxing's side and asked.

Yan Tianxing gave Huangfu Juechen the note from Chasing the Wind and Flying Pigeon, and sighed deeply. Last time he didn't know what to do with Yueer's jade pendant. This time Huangfu Haoxuan Really doubt it.

When Huangfu Juechen saw the words on the note, his face turned pale. How could he be suspicious? He suspected that everything was a hoax. In fact, the person he loved was already dead. "Tian Xing, how should we deal with this?" After stabilizing his emotions, Huangfu Juechen spoke slowly, not because they were unwilling to tell Huangfu Haoxuan the truth, but because they had to hide it from him.

"I don't know, he remembered too quickly, now we have to wait for Master and Master to come back before giving acupuncture to Huangfu Haoxuan." Yan Tianxing said weakly.My wife once said that sooner or later the needles she applied would lose their effect, but I didn't expect it to be so fast. It would be better if it took a few years.

"Well, that's the only way to do it." Huangfu Juechen leaned on Yan Tianxing's arms and said, still holding the note in his hand.Maybe in a few years, his brother won't be so sad.

"Brother Yan, come quickly!" Situ Wuji kicked away Yan Mo's medicine shed and rushed in.

Yan Mo raised his head in a panic, and put down the herbs he was fiddling with in his hands. Mo Yun was probably the only one who could make Situ Wuji so flustered. "Does Mo Yun have a headache again?" Yan Mo asked while packing up his medicine box, which was usually prepared.

"Yes, this time seems to be particularly powerful." Situ Wuji rubbed his hands helplessly and replied, Yan Moyun had never fallen into a coma like this time.

"I see, I will give him the needle right away." Yan Mo could tell from Situ Wuji's eyes that Mo Yun was probably in more pain this time than the previous one.Is this his own fault? Giving him that kind of medicine makes him feel so uncomfortable now.

Pushing open the door of Yan Moyun's room, Yan Mo's body visibly shook when he saw Gu Feifeng guarding Yan Moyun's bed, and then quickly recovered, walked quickly to Yan Moyun's bedside, took his hand and started Pulse diagnosis.In fact, Yan Mo already knew the cause of Yan Moyun's illness when he saw Gu Feifeng, and it would always be good for him to have a diagnosis and treatment.

"Wuji, hand me the needle." Yan Mo stretched out his hand, and Situ Wuji immediately handed over a thin needle in cooperation, watching Yan Mo insert him on Yan Moyun's head.

"Ah!" Yan Moyun yelled in pain, his body trembling restlessly.

"Gu Feifeng, press him!" Yan Mo ordered loudly, his hands kept moving, as if Mo Yun was getting more and more painful every time.If this continues, I can no longer continue to give him needles, and I will still hurt him.

Gu Feifeng immediately did as Yan Mo said, pressing down on Yan Moyun's body vigorously.Yan Moyun's cry was like a thorn piercing his heart, causing him pain.Turning his face away, he didn't want to look at Yan Moyun's painful head covered in cold sweat and his pale face.Does he suffer like this every time he gets sick?

"Don't be distracted, wipe his sweat for him." Yan Mo yelled, calling Gu Feifeng back, and at the same time took another needle, stuck it on Yan Moyun's forehead, and then quickly pulled it out.

"Huh..." Yan Moyun breathed a sigh of relief, and then fell into a deep sleep, her body no longer struggling.

Gu Feifeng, Situ Wuji, and Yan Mo finally took a breath. Situ Wuji and Yan Moyun covered the quilt and signaled Gu Feifeng to come to his room to talk.Yan Mo glanced at them, took the medicine box and walked out, leaving space for them to speak clearly.

Explanation

"You better explain it to me!" Gu Feifeng grabbed Situ Wuji by the collar, pushed him into the room, and glared at him angrily. "Why Tang Meiren is here, why does he have a headache, why did he forget us?" A series of questions hit Situ Wuji like cannonballs, revealing Gu Feifeng's anger.

"I'll explain it clearly. Sit down." Situ Wuji raised his eyes to look at Gu Feifeng, with sad eyes all the time.Pointing to the bamboo stool in the room, Situ Wuji didn't want to hide anything from Gu Feifeng.

"Okay, I'll just listen to your explanation." Gu Feifeng hooked his feet over the stool, sat on it angrily, folded his hands on his chest, and stared at Situ Wuji with burning eyes.

"My second brother once gave Mo Yun the medicine of feigning death." Situ Wuji said with difficulty, because he was used to Mo Yun's address, so he didn't change it for a while.

Gu Feifeng froze, the medicine turned out to be a medicine for feigning death. "It was developed by that person just now." Gu Feifeng asked, almost sure.The hands were clenched tightly, and then they hung down feebly, even if it's no use hating now, after all Tang Meiren has suffered the pain she deserved. "Then what's next? How did you get Tang Meiren?" Gu Feifeng raised his eyebrows and asked through gritted teeth.

"Second brother sent someone to get it, and Zhuifeng and the others were negligent at that time." Situ Wuji said indifferently, when he heard about it at that time, he punched and kicked his second brother. "Brother Yan was the only one who could save him at that time. The medicine must have been pierced into his heart.