subordinates dare not

Huo Yi froze when he heard this.

When they are in close contact, every slight tremor will be magnified endlessly, and he will truly feel it.

How can anyone not be afraid of death?

In an instant, some memory fragments that were about to be forgotten emerged with clear outlines, and emotions of struggle and hesitation flashed repeatedly in his pupils, as if he was facing a cautious and extremely difficult choice. Huo Yi hesitated for a long time before finally making a decision Like determination, he stretched out his hands tentatively, and approached inch by inch. It was a comforting gesture of hugging the other person——

But he didn't want to touch him, Meng Fuyuan had already pushed him away first.

"...Sorry, I lost my temper."

Meng Fuyuan lowered his head, did not look at Huo Yi, but stared at the complicated patterns on the brocade quilt, his complexion was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his face was sickly, which made him look thinner and thinner, and his cheekbones seemed to be more pale than before. Standing out, Meng Fuyuan paused for a while, then still lowered his eyes, and said softly: "Please don't mind, Hero Yan, I won't do it in the future."

Huo Yi stared at Meng Fuyuan in a daze, and suddenly a dull pain grew in his chest, maybe it didn't happen at this moment, but at the moment, it had reached an unbearable point, and the pain like a steady stream of water was urging him, making him stop blindly To avoid, but to say something to relieve the pain, Huo Yi's lips moved slightly, and he was about to say something——

"Squeak-"

Hua Qiongsheng pushed the door open, and the sound of the wooden door swallowed up all the words Huo Yi was about to say.

The thick medicinal soup is steaming steaming, wandering under the beams of the house. Good medicines are always bitter, and the strong herbal smell penetrates into the nostrils.

Before the medicine soup had cooled down to the right temperature, Hua Qiongsheng put the porcelain bowl on the pear-blossom wooden table. She picked up a round stool of the same color and put it on the side of the couch. There was one more person, so he turned his head and said to Huo Zhizhi: "Please avoid Hero Yan for a while."

"it is good."

Huo nodded to Hua Qiongsheng, his eyes stayed on the sickly and tired Meng Fuyuan for a while, and finally retracted his eyes, turned and left.

"It seems that you have to slow down the matter of getting my wedding dress for me." Hua Qiongsheng suddenly said softly, just because the room was really quiet, even so, it was enough for others to hear clearly.

As soon as the words fell, Huo Yi's footsteps behind him stopped for a moment, as if staggering for half a step, and then returned to normal. Immediately afterwards, the door sang again - "squeak" and closed.

When the scene returned to silence again, Hua Qiongsheng turned his head and glanced at the closed wooden door, suddenly lowered his head and laughed a few times, then coughed a few times to cover up his smile, put three fingers on the other's wrist, and focused on examining Meng Fuyuan's pulse.

When Hua Qiongsheng stopped, Meng Fuyuan suddenly asked: "Did you do it on purpose?"

"Whether it is intentional or not, what I said is the truth." Hua Qiongsheng looked up at Meng Fuyuan with a half-smile, and said sincerely: "When I just came here, I passed by the window, and I accidentally ran into you hugging each other. One piece, you and me, like glue, I guessed that there is an inexplicable relationship between you and Yan Daxia, judging by your reaction, is it true?"

For the first time, Meng Fuyuan was told in person by others that he was "you and me, like glue": "..."

Before Meng Fuyuan could answer yes or no, Hua Qiongsheng had already started talking to herself. She really wanted to laugh, so she didn't try her best to hide it. He mobilized people to go to Jianzhou with great fanfare, just for a woman's wedding dress, how heartbroken and sad this hero Yan is!" She couldn't help feeling, "Oh, I'm such a big sinner!"

Meng Fuyuan frowned a few times, and said: "How do you know, I never told him that the wedding dress is just a cover, a play?"

Hua Qiongsheng said without hesitation: "Do you believe what the owner said?"

Meng Fuyuan didn't answer immediately.

Hua Qiongsheng's smile faded inexplicably, as if he was recalling some old memories, "If he really likes you, even if it's fake, he's acting on occasion, so he'll be jealous." Hua Qiongsheng turned Rolling his eyes, "If he doesn't like you, he won't care or take anything you do for him."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this, the medicine is almost cold." Hua Qiongsheng picked up the porcelain bowl that was left on the shelf, watched the other party drink it in one gulp, and said, "After the owner drinks my prescription, if the body has symptoms If there is any discomfort, you must tell me in time, after all, the problems on the owner's body are really rare, it can be said that I have never seen it before, so I am not 100% sure that there is no problem with this prescription."

"rare?"

"Yes." Hua Qiongsheng suppressed his smile, and said solemnly, "Does the owner know why I fainted?"

"Why?"

"It's funny to say." Hua Qiongsheng shook his head and said helplessly, "It's because of a dish - velvet antler and goose meat. Of course, there is nothing wrong with this dish, but the owner's own problem."

Hua Qiongsheng said seriously: "Our martial arts practitioners have three souls and seven souls. The soul is yang and the soul is yin. The former is where wisdom lies, and the latter is connected to the body. But one of the seven souls of the master is damaged."

Meng Fuyuan couldn't hide his shock for a while.

"The owner also finds it unbelievable, doesn't he?" Hua Qiongsheng frowned and said, "I've never seen anyone in the Jianghu who is damaged. If the internal organs are injured by the opponent during the fight, or the opponent mistakenly Eating poison and cups of medicine means that the seven souls are damaged at the same time, one is prosperous and the other is damaged. How did you do it? Furthermore, the owner has neither wound nor poison, so why aren't the seven souls healthy?"

Meng Fuyuan shook his head, "I don't know."

"I just said that the soul governs yang, the soul governs yin, and the villa master's seven souls are weak in the first place. Recently, they have exhausted their energy, have been running around day and night, and touched pure yang food, so they will naturally faint." Hua Qiongsheng sighed, and said slowly, "The harmony of yin and yang is an unchanging truth. The owner lacks a yin soul, and the yin and yang are out of balance. Therefore, he is afraid of the cold in winter, and afraid of heat in summer. He is weak and prone to disease, and he can't practice lightly. Is what I said right?"

Meng Fuyuan still nodded and said: "Yes."

"In short, in the past few decades, I will do my best to help the owner take good care of him."

"Thank you."

Hua Qiongsheng thought for a while and then asked: "By the way, does the owner remember when he became weak and sick? Maybe he can follow the clues to find the cause?"

"It was more than 100 years ago." Meng Fuyuan frowned and said in a deep voice, "I had a serious illness a hundred years ago, and I fell asleep for half a year before waking up, and it was like this after waking up."

Hua Qiongsheng's expression froze, and he quickly asked, "The owner of the villa still remembers why he fell asleep?"

Meng Fuyuan was silent for a while, letting the scene fall into silence, his eyes didn't know where to focus, and he seemed to be thinking dryly about recalling, after a long while, he lowered his eyes and said slowly: "It's not that I don't want to say, but that I don't want to say anything." Know."

"This serious illness caused me to lose part of my memory. I have forgotten a lot about what happened more than 100 years ago."

For Meng Fuyuan's illness, he was treated in Qiongguang Valley until January of the next year, and his body was almost recuperated, but it happened to be the coldest time of the year, and Hua Qiongsheng knew that Meng Fuyuan was weak and afraid of the cold, so he didn't want more than a month of recuperation to be in vain. , took care of Meng Fuyuan's body, and refused to let him go no matter what, so it was not until the middle of February that a group of people came out of Qiongguang Valley and went to Jianzhou to pick up the wedding dress embroidered by Miss Su, who is famous for being the world's number one embroiderer.

In the rivers and lakes outside Qiongguang Valley, the rumors about Wuwei Villa and the owner of Qiongguang Valley are already full of hype, emerging endlessly, false can be confused with true.

Meng Fuyuan didn't care about this. What he cared about was that Su Qinglang's embroidered wedding dress had already faded and faded under the box. After all, it was a gift from Wuwei Villa to the owner of Qiongguang Valley, even if the person who paid was The head of Bian of the Tianshu faction, this ceremony must be done well, and it is really shabby to send a broken wedding dress.

Speaking of which, this is the third time they have returned to Jianzhou since Wuwei Villa was born, and it is also the third time they have lived in a small bamboo forest. The familiar scenery comes into view, the gate with red lacquer and copper rings and the owl at the end of the ridge stand firm under the wind and rain. Still, the emerald vines are swaying, and the bamboos are as dark green as washing.

Meng Fuyuan went to the study first.

Pushing open the door of the study, I saw a young man in white sitting at the desk with a book in his hand. Hearing the sound, he raised his head——

It was an unfamiliar face.

The young man in white said lightly: "The owner is back."

The voice is also unfamiliar, but the tone is familiar, like the reunion of old people who are as pale as water between gentlemen.

It stands to reason that only Bian Qingyu and Bian Qingyu's people can freely enter and exit the small bamboo forest, but only Bian Qingyu can speak to him in such a tone.

Meng Fuyuan took a closer look, even though the other party's facial features could not be said to be extremely delicate, they could be called gentle and elegant, thin and delicate.Thin lips, high nose bridge, and slightly sunken pupils, it can be seen that his bones are superior. His complexion seems much darker than when he was wearing a mask, but he is still fair enough to stand out among the crowd. Meng Fuyuan's gaze finally fell on his forehead, The place where there are rumors of a bright red birthmark, or a terrible scar——

Clean and flawless, without any traces.

Meng Fuyuan inadvertently became suspicious, such a face, why did he wear a mask?

Frowning and then looking at the lower half of Bian Qingyu's face, Meng Fuyuan focused his gaze on the lower half of his face, trying to compare it with the one in his memory——

They are not the same, although the shape of the lips and the tip of the nose are similar, but the similarity is only six points, not completely consistent, Meng Fuyuan immediately understood——

He wears a human skin mask.

Also.

Thinking of this, Meng Fuyuan actually felt a little self-deprecating. He should have thought of it a long time ago. Bian Qingyu planned to go to Qiongguang Valley to seek medical treatment as the "deputy owner" of Wuwei Villa. Now everyone in Jianghu knows that the head of Bian wears a mask, and Bian Qingyu also wears a mask to go to Qiongguang Valley. Maybe Hua Qiongsheng can see through the lies at a glance.

What's more, after Bian Qingyu made a slight change in his plan, the human skin mask became a key step for him and the head of Bian to test out the traitors in Wuwei Villa, so he couldn't wear the original silver mask, but under the mask If there is a secret he wants to cover up, the best way can only be a human skin mask.

Bian Qingyu lowered his eyes, raised his chin slightly, followed the outline of his face with the slender fingers of his right hand, touched his chin from the ear to his chin, stayed on the chin for a moment, gathered it into the palm of his hand, and looked at his empty hand. The right hand chuckled, "The owner is not used to my face."

He sighed faintly: "It's normal not to be used to it, after all, I'm not used to it myself."

"But I was born with an ugly appearance, so that I won't scare the owner of Qiongguang Valley."

His expression was indifferent, but what he said was true, as if he was speaking from the bottom of his heart. It seemed that he was really ugly, and he could only swim through the rivers and lakes by relying on a mask.

But Meng Fuyuan understands that no matter how powerful the disguise technique is, it is still based on the original facial features of the disguise, that is to say, if the bones are ugly, it is impossible to make the appearance look like Pan An, and if the bones are exquisite, it is difficult to pass the disguise. Play ugly.Meng Fuyuan had the honor to see Bian Qingyu's human-skin mask today to see the high-quality skeleton outline, hearing him say this is even more ironic.

Then I saw Bian Qingyu restraining his smile slightly, and asked: "Have you and the shadow guards who accompanied you explained the matter of the 'deputy owner' of Wuwei Villa?"

Not thinking about the mask for now, Meng Fuyuan nodded, "Naturally."

"Okay." Bian Qingyu raised her lips, seeming to be in a happy mood, but that smile made people feel alienated and cold for no reason, and made people think of Zhu Yeqing who was waiting for an opportunity to spit out a snake letter, beautiful but dangerous, "Su and I Miss Qinglang has an appointment tomorrow. Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed."

Looking at each other and smiling, both of them understood what the other meant.

Bian Qingyu smiled subtly, "I want to see, who can lose their temper?"