The correct strategy for the master of the world

Chu Liuxiang could feel the anger bursting from Wen Renxi's body, even though he had tried hard to control it.

But that wasn't pure anger, it was mixed with pain, sadness, and made people feel a little sad for no reason.

Chu Liuxiang is a very considerate friend, and the basic principle of being a very considerate friend is never to ask your friend's sad things.

So he just sat quietly beside Wen Renxi, waiting for Wen Renxi to calm down.

It's almost July, and the weather is gradually getting hotter, but it's still cool at night.

Chu Liuxiang sat on the pavilion, and when she looked up, she could see the stars all over the sky.

Heavenly night is as cold as water, sit and watch the morning glory and weaver star.

He couldn't help laughing, if it wasn't for the current atmosphere, it would be a wonderful thing to see such a scene on such a moonlit night.

Wen Renxi sat on the side without saying a word.

He didn't want to talk now, his chest was constricted and painful, and he frowned in pain.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Zuo Mingzhu did successfully arouse the most secret wound in his heart.

He has no family.

If Kunlun could be considered his home, then Wen Renxi only had an empty palace.

Wen Renxi was at a loss as to whether the master who raised him was considered his family.

If it counted, then when he was a child, when he was full of expectations and asked if he could call Master Father, why would he be punished by the suddenly enraged Master to kneel in the snow all night?

If not, then why raise yourself?

So as a young man, he was keen to build territory everywhere, imagining that the animals in his new territory were his family.

When I grow up, I understand that fantasies are always just fantasies. Those wild animals can become friends, but they will never truly become their own family members, including the goshawk that followed him down the mountain. He didn't show any extra closeness to himself.

Why would I have no family?

Am I an outcast?

Is it because I'm not good enough?

Or where am I wrong?

He doubted himself like this.

The dream of the prodigal son probably started when he realized that he could not have a real family. He put the time of fighting the territory in the piles of books in the library, and escaped from doubts about himself.

The prodigal sons in the book are all wanderers, even if they have no home, they can live a comfortable and happy life.

In the end, he didn't become a prodigal son, but he learned how to perfectly hide the wound in his heart that would never heal.

Probably his pain came from this, the pain of watching his precious feelings being squandered so casually by Zuo Mingzhu.

Otherwise, he and Zuo Qinghou's father and daughter were strangers, so what if they were Chu Liuxiang's acquaintances, he would not care about life or death.

He and Chu Liuxiang just sat on the pavilion without saying a word. With their eyesight, they could naturally see the mourning hall built in the distance. It seemed that Zuo Qinghou had woken up and started to attend to the funeral.

But Wen Renxi didn't want to move, he was afraid that when he saw Zuo Mingzhu now, he would "accidentally" make her fall asleep for a long time.

Chu Liuxiang didn't want to move either, he knew he should go there, his friend needed support and comfort, but at this moment he didn't know how to face a heartbroken father and a daughter who pretended to be dead, if he didn't know what to do How good, he was now beginning to feel the benefits of ignorance.

There was faint crying in the distance, and the two sat like that until midnight.

"Chu Liuxiang, what's your family like?" Wen Renxi asked suddenly.

Chu Liuxiang said: "My family is on a boat, and I'm floating on the sea when I'm free. I also have three younger sisters, and they are all very, very good girls." There was a bit of warmth in his smile, "Wait The matter here is over, you can sit on my boat, and my sister will definitely welcome you very much."

Wen Renxi raised the corners of his lips: "I'll go and sit down when I'm free."

He looked up at the sky again, and said, "It's almost time." Then he stood up.

Chu Liuxiang only felt that the back of her neck was heavy, and Wen Renxi picked her up. Before she could say a word, the scenery in front of her began to fly by, and she arrived outside the mourning hall in a few breaths.

The white banner and white cloth seem to have been prepared long ago, probably Zuo Qinghou also knew that such a day would come sooner or later.

Bright candles were lit in the mourning hall, and Zuo Mingzhu was lying on the mourning bed. She was well groomed, her hair was combed into a complicated girlish style, and she put on a beautiful light green dress, and her shoes were also brand new embroidered shoes. There is no shortage of step hairpins on her head, gold earrings on her ears, and even a light layer of makeup on her face, with a little rouge to make her complexion look better.

If it weren't for the paleness in front of her eyes, she seemed to be sitting up and going to a party in the next second.

This is just a father who hopes that his daughter can walk through it cleanly and decently at the end of her life.

Zuo Qinghou became more and more haggard and old, he didn't even ask where the two of them went just now, but silently held their hands and sighed.

The old man's eyes were no longer full of vigor and vigor, and were full of decadence.

It was a kind of sadness that made others feel sad when they saw it, and it belonged to the father's sadness.

Wen Renxi was silent for a moment, then stepped forward and stroked Zuo Mingzhu's forehead lightly, and said, "She can still be saved."

The wind outside began to increase, and the flames of the blown candles flickered.

Everyone was stunned.

Zuo Qinghou's hand holding Chu Liuxiang tightened suddenly, his expression was complicated, mixed with surprise, disbelief, doubt, and hope.

Zhang Jianzhai opened his mouth to say something, but was frozen in place by Wen Renxi's cold stare.

It's not that we don't work hard, but that the enemy is too strong. Forget it, he has no interest in helping a little girl elope. If he can't help, he can't help.

"You...you mean..." Zuo Qinghou said hesitantly, "Mingzhu, Mingzhu can still be saved?"

Wen Renxi raised his eyebrows, and said calmly: "Her three souls and seven souls have not left her body, so naturally she can be saved."

He took out a small jade bottle from his arms, and poured the medicine in the bottle into Zuo Mingzhu's mouth before everyone could react.

Dead people can't swallow, so all the medicine stays in the mouth, the bottle doesn't look big, but the amount inside is quite a lot, Zuo Mingzhu's cheeks are slightly bulging.

After putting away the bottle, he forced Zuo Mingzhu's mouth shut with his hands, and said, "Wait, I'll wake up in two hours at the latest."

"Okay, wait, wait." Zuo Qinghou nodded his head, but he nodded his head.

Chu Liuxiang patted Zuo Qinghou's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, he said that if there is rescue, there will be rescue." As a member who knew Zuo Mingzhu's fake death, he naturally wouldn't worry that Zuo Mingzhu would not wake up.

"En, um." Zuo Qinghou nodded, but his expression was clearly not listening.

Chu Liuxiang smiled wryly. He didn't know why Zuo Mingzhu faked his death, but no matter what, it was too cruel to the second brother Zuo.

The mourning hall fell silent.

The wind outside was stronger again, and the whirring blowing made people feel uneasy, and the flickering candlelight made the mourning hall feel a bit ghostly.

No one wanted to speak, and no one dared to speak.

Zuo Qinghou moved his feet slightly, and fixed his eyes on Zuo Mingzhu. No one present was in a more complicated mood than him. He was looking forward to Zuo Mingzhu's rescue, but feared that it would be nothing but joy.

There seemed to be some bird chirping twice outside, the voice was hoarse and shrill, like a ghost crying, probably either a crow or a ghost owl.

Accompanied by the chirping of birds, there was a gust of cold wind blowing through the hall, which made people feel chills in the summer.

The candle is extinguished.

Only the faint moonlight penetrated a little light, and everyone in the mourning hall was illuminated with a layer of strange whiteness on their faces.

Even Zuo Qinghou, who was the most attentive, couldn't help but lose his mind, and looked around vigilantly.

There was a very low coughing sound, which gradually became louder, until at the end it felt a bit heart-piercing.

At this time the candles were lit up again, illuminating the mourning hall as bright as day.

The wind outside stopped, and the birdsong stopped.

The sky and the earth fell silent, only the violent coughing sound that seemed to be coughing out the lungs remained.

Again and again, non-stop.

Everyone was shocked.

Then everyone discovered that the voice came from the coffin.

Zuo Mingzhu, who was already dead, was coughing desperately, with a lot of light brown concoction on her face and body.

Embarrassed.

"Pearl!" Zuo Qinghou wanted to step forward, but Wen Renxi stopped him by shaking his head.

Zuo Mingzhu didn't know what went wrong with her plan. When she woke up from suspended animation, her mouth was filled with a fishy and astringent medicinal juice, and she choked directly into her trachea because she resumed her breathing.

All the scenes were not completed, she could only cough desperately, and sprayed the medicine in her mouth all over the place without any manners. The strong bitter taste made her stop talking, and even dared to breathe Come lightly.

After finally recovering her breath, before she could say anything, she heard a very gentle voice saying to her: "I know you are very tired now, don't be brave, take a good rest, and you will be fine when you wake up."

For some reason, the four words "take a good rest" involuntarily filled her mind, which was not sleepy at first, and the drowsiness hit her quickly, and she lost consciousness as soon as she closed her eyes.

what is the problem?

Before losing consciousness, she thought in confusion.

Zuo Qinghou wanted to say something, but found that his throat was constricted, his eyes were blurred, and his face was full of tears.

He wanted to find a chair to sit down on, but he failed to reach the edge of the chair twice in a row, and it was only the third time that he wobbled to sit down.

Covering his face with his hands, his shoulders shrugged slightly.

Seeing that Renxi was standing on the sidelines, and Zuo Qinghou was temporarily unable to take care of things, Chu Liuxiang had no choice but to ask the housekeeper to take Zuo Mingzhu back to the room, and let him get rid of the mourning hall, after all, it was unlucky.

After a while, Zuo Qinghou finally calmed down, and hurriedly said: "Where is Mingzhu, how is Mingzhu?"

"Okay, very good." Chu Liuxiang took Zuo Qinghou to Zuo Mingzhu's room to have a look.

Wen Renxi had already left the mourning hall long ago and disappeared without a trace.

Zuo Mingzhu was lying on the bed and fell asleep, her chest heaving and falling regularly, while Zhang Jianzhai was writing prescriptions for nourishing the body beside her.

Zuo Qinghou carefully put his trembling hands under Zuo Mingzhu's nose, and put it down after a while, with a look of joy on his face.

"Don't worry, the owner, Miss Zuo's pulse has returned to normal." Zhang Jianzhai said with a smile, "It's just that the rice will be weak for a while if it hasn't been watered for a long time. You need to take good care of your body."

"Okay, okay." Zuo Qinghou nodded hurriedly, only to feel that his body became limp all of a sudden, and the exhaustion of the past few days surged up together, his eyelids couldn't stop fighting up and down, and he tried his best to hold on and wanted to see his daughter more. Eye, and finally fell down.

Zhang Jianzhai came up, took out a silver needle and pricked Zuo Qinghou's body a few times, and handed the unconscious man to the butler standing at the door.

The acupuncture points he pierced were all for peaceful sleep, which should allow Zuo Qinghou to get a good rest.

After all, even he felt that Zuo Mingzhu had gone too far this time.

Only Zhang Jianzhai, Chu Liuxiang, and Zuo Mingzhu were left in the room.

"Mr. Jian Zhai, can you explain the matter clearly now?" Wen Renxi asked in a cold voice.

He was sitting on the chair in front of Zuo Mingzhu's window, as if he had been there all along.

Zhang Jianzhai and Chu Liuxiang looked at each other, and smiled helplessly. At this time, Zhang Jianzhai seemed to have regained his usual demeanor, and he was not half suppressed by Wen Renxi's aura.

"Since Your Excellency wants to know so much, I just need to make it clear."

Zuo Mingzhu, who was still asleep, didn't know that her plan had been declared bankrupt the moment Wen Renxi got involved.

What a pity.

Ha ha.

The author has something to say: Zuo Mingzhu plans to destroy ing

The stupid author is resurrected with full blood, drinking brown sugar water makes me want to vomit, I decided to move the brown sugar water to the most hated food No.2

The little angels seem to be dissatisfied with Lu Xiaofeng being a CP. Think about it, isn’t Lu Xiaoji very cute? [Star Eyes]

It is impossible to change the CP, the outline has already been set.

In this chapter, Wen Renxi started pretending to be a magic stick, but if you think about it, he can pinch and count, and it’s almost the same haha

In short, the goal is Susu Susu

The stupid author seems not to be able to write Wen Renxi's high-quality style, try your best

And now that Wen Renxi has something on his mind, Zhang Fang won't be cool if he doesn't avenge his revenge.

It should be a little more carefree later on.

Um......

Stupid author trying his best...

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In the end, it is still the customary request for collection, if you like it, please collect it~ I love you~

There is still time to confess, the little angels who care about my body, the little angels who watch my updates every day, will leave me comments to encourage me to support my little angels, I will be moved by you every day, you have given me The courage to continue writing, I love you ah ah ah