Hey, you are reborn too?

"Young Master," Zeng Qing's voice sounded almost next to Jiang Mian's ear, "Do you need to ask the Master to come?"

After spitting out the blood, Jiang Mian frowned at first, and after a moment, slowly relaxed his brows.

It was not as uncomfortable as I had imagined. Instead, the buzzing in my ears subsided, the stuffy feeling gradually disappeared, and my vision slowly began to clear up.

Jiang Mian didn't show it on his face, but he was worried in his heart.

The medicine is working now, but it is much slower than before.

His heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he had taken the medicine too many times and had become resistant to it?

Jiang Mian clenched his fists silently.

He knew very well that life and death were not easy to deal with.

In his previous life, when Avi passed away and he suffered a huge blow, this death and life took advantage of the opportunity and took away his life.

Jiang Mian's heart slowly filled with bitterness. Was there a sign of life and death being out of control so early? It was a pity that he didn't understand at this time in his previous life, and only wanted to become stronger.

Moreover, apart from the Tianhong Heart Method, he has no knowledge of other martial arts.

Once you use the Tianhong Heart Method, you must rely on the power of life and death in your body.

Only the meridians that have been transformed by Yi Si Sheng can contain the tremendous internal force when the Tianhong Heart Method is in operation.

Jiang Mian closed his eyes. His expression was normal, but his hands hidden under his sleeves were clenched tightly. Then, he suddenly loosened his hands.

He let out a breath. It seemed that he had to find a way to resolve the issue of life and death in his body in this life.

However, Jiang Mian felt a bitterness in his heart. Even the person in his previous life could not figure out the problem of life and death. So, could anyone in this life be able to figure it out?

The night breeze blew in from the window, wisps of it somewhat alleviating the summer heat.

"No need." Jiang Mian just opened his mouth and found that his voice had become hoarse. He swallowed slowly, trying his best to relieve the dryness in his throat, and then continued his own words, "Zeng Qing, I will be away for a few days. If anyone visits during these days, I will refuse them all and tell everyone that I am sick."

"This……"

Zeng Qing looked embarrassed, his eyebrows knitted together: "What if the leader wants to see you?"

Jiang Mian's eyes darkened: "Same."

After he finished speaking, he supported himself with his hands on the headboard and slowly sat up from the bed.

"Young Master," Zeng Qing had followed him for many years and always knew not to ask questions, but somehow he felt uneasy if he didn't ask this time, "Forgive me for being so nosy this time, but where are you going this time?"

Jiang Mian paused, then continued moving very naturally.

"Her side."

"Crack!"

Jiang Mian's answer came at the same time as the explosion of burning lamp oil.

The explosion of the lamp oil lasted only a moment, but the answer also only came in that moment.

Zeng Qing clasped his hands, but his face was stiff.

He blinked slowly, but he didn't hear anything clearly.

"Young Master..." Zeng Qing said hesitantly, "I have something to tell you, but I don't know if I should tell you this."

"about what?"

Zeng Qing saw the young master start to change his underwear. His muscular belly was exposed for a moment, and then immediately covered by a new underwear.

"About what you just said."

The young master put on an outer robe and did not answer immediately. He gently hooked the copper pull ring and pulled open the door of the rosewood cabinet with embossed auspicious clouds.

Zeng Qing saw him bend down, pick up a sword with intricate patterns from the corner of the top box and bottom of the cabinet, and hang it carefully around his waist.

"Young Master," Zeng Qing's pupils shrank slightly, and his tone became faster, "You, are you using this sword again?"

Jiang Mian faced him sideways without turning around: "I just started not long ago, I'm not very experienced yet."

"Why," he glanced over coldly, "I can't use this sword?"

Zeng Qing waved his hands quickly, but still looked embarrassed: "But if you use this sword, there will always be backlash."

"Nothing—by the way, what did you want to ask?"

Zeng Qing's face lit up with joy, this time it was not him who brought up the question, but the young master who asked it himself.

"I asked you where you were going, but I didn't hear your answer clearly. I know I did, but I still want to rely on the affection I have for following you for so many years to ask you to tell me again."

Jiang Mian stroked his chin with his index finger, thought for a moment, and said, "Nothing."

Zeng Qing heard it clearly this time, but couldn't help frowning. It's nothing, what does it mean?

Before he could ask, he saw the young master leap out of the window like the wind. His black clothes blended perfectly with the dark night. At the first few times, he could still see the young master's figure, but in just a few blinks of an eye, he could no longer be seen.

The dark robe and the unusual sword disappeared into the night.

Just like white water entering the sea, there is no trace left.

Zeng Qing's heart suddenly tightened. Could it be that the young master would not come back for a while?

He turned around and looked at the empty bed.

He turned sideways again and looked at the inner hall which was empty except for himself.

A strong desire arises from my heart.

He suddenly wanted to yell at the window, Young Master, why do you always leave me to clean up the mess?

If you do this again, Zeng Qing’s breathing became heavy and anger flashed in his eyes.

I will, I will, bear with you just one more time.

Zeng Qing closed his eyes tightly for a moment, then slowly opened them as if resigned to his fate.

He held himself back, took a few deep breaths, and finally stiffened up and walked towards the agarwood and gold-thread Four Seasons Ruyi canopy bed.

His hands were shaking, but he didn't do anything inappropriate in the end. He just slowly lifted the quilt, added two more items inside, and then pulled the quilt over to cover the two items tightly.

Pretend there is someone lying inside.

He walked out of the palace gate himself and closed it tightly.

In the middle of the night, all the palace maids and guards serving the Seventh Prince were summoned.

Zeng Qing followed the young master's instructions and conveyed the message to everyone - the young master was simply ill and did not need any care, and no one was allowed to enter to disturb him.

Everyone opened their eyes wide and tried their best to hold back their yawns, for fear that Zeng Qing would point out their faults. As soon as they finished listening, they nodded in agreement.

For them, not having to serve the Seventh Prince personally is actually a blessing.

After all, the Seventh Prince has always been known as the "Jade-faced Shura".

If the service is not good and His Highness is not satisfied, he will be punished with a punishment more horrible than losing his head.

Therefore, even though he had a handsome face, no palace maid dared to risk her life to approach him.

Seeing everyone nodding their heads in agreement, Zeng Qing waved them away and told them to go back to their respective tasks.

There is a moon tonight, but it is covered by thick clouds.

However, the occasional moonrise can make people feel that the moonlight is like water and the pure light is shining.

Looking at the bright moon that was blocked again, Zeng Qing sighed and said, "Young Master, I can only help you up to this point."

Inside the cave.

Someone spread a blanket on the stone pier, and Xie Yongwei sat on it, staring at the campfire in front of her in a daze.

What on earth was Lord Longyin going to do? Why hasn't he come back after waiting for so long?

"Yawn—"

Xie Yongwei raised her hand to cover the lower half of her face, closed her eyelids, and then slowly opened them again, with a hint of fatigue in her eyes.

Liquid was oozing from the corners of her eyes, and she knew it was because she was sleepy.

Suddenly, a shout was heard outside.