Yu Huang

"Pavilion master... hey!" The black figure leaning on the chair disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"A new file has arrived..." It was too late, and the clothes at the door were swept away.

Bai Qing shook his head, the pavilion master is really impatient, even though he is a year younger than the pavilion master, he still feels that the pavilion master is the immature one; the young master is different, although the young master is one year younger than him, But the young master is always calm and calm, as if he can be everyone's backer, people can't help but forget the young master's age, appearance, and even his poor health all the time, and just want to follow and trust him.

Young Master is very hard, especially now that the Pavilion Master and Young Master are in a stalemate.Although he doesn't know the inside story, he believes that the young master will not be wrong, just like the young master has never missed it before.

"Is Wen Shu in there?" Junhuang rushed to Jiang Xuexuan in a hurry. For a few days, he felt uncomfortable in doing anything, thinking that seeing Wen Shu would help him find out the reason.

"Pavilion Master, please forgive me. Young Master is resting, no one is allowed to disturb you." Feng Yi and Feng Er stood guard at the door and respectfully refused.

"I'm just going to see him."

Two long swords stood in front of him coldly, "Pavilion Master, please forgive me."

"If I must go in, are you still going to draw your sword against me?" Jun Huang growled, it was really bullied by dogs, even these subordinates are so snobbish!

"Pavilion Master calm down." Feng Yi and Feng Er looked at each other, knelt on one knee, and clasped their hands together.They have been with Wen Shu for many years, they are not considered Jinghong Pavilion people, but they don't need to be so polite to Jun Huang.It's just that Wen Shu ordered them not to be rude to Jun Huang, and they dared not disobey it.

"Calm your anger? Why don't you get out of the way?" Junhuang roared, suppressing the tension in his heart for a long time.Who has put him in their eyes this year?The left and right envoys in the pavilion and the masters of the main halls are also served by this young master, why did he ever have him as the pavilion master in his eyes?Wen Shu controls the pavilion master's affairs, big and small. Whatever he says doesn't matter, but what the young master says matters.Apart from his extraordinary martial arts, he can come out to block at critical moments. He is nothing but a puppet placed on a throne for people to bow and worship.

"Pavilion Master, please come in." The door of the ancient coin pattern lattice and flowers was pushed open from the inside, Xi Yin said coldly, and turned around first, "Pavilion Master, please follow me."

"Wen Shu, what happened to him?"

"I'm sick." Xi Yin rushed to open the door before he could ask another question, "I'll talk about the rest after the pavilion master sees the young master."

The curtain of plain thread replaced the screen and was placed in front of Wenshu's bed.Different from the elegant furnishings in the room, the curtains are actually bright red.When Jun Yu really saw Wen Shu, he didn't dare to approach him.The red curtains were drawn to both sides, making the figure in the middle of the bed so thin that the person lay under the quilt, but the quilt didn't fluctuate too much.

"After one and a half sticks of incense, the young master needs to drink medicine, so please take care of me." Xi Yin pointed to the medicine that had been warming in the corner.

"I know, you go out first."

031

Junhuang stood there, staring at the pale face on the pillow in a daze.

When she lost consciousness in the dream, Wen Shu's brows were originally tangled together, completely different from the usual indifferent, incomparably strong

big.He seemed to have never seen such warmth.Of course he couldn't see it. Since a few years ago, Wen Shu ignored his wishes,

After killing Lin Fengmian, there was a gap between the two.Wen Shu's heart is high, how could he show weakness because of illness, and take the initiative to play the part

look for him.This turned out to be the first time in a long time that he saw Wen Shu sick.

After standing for an unknown amount of time, the person on the bed suddenly moved restlessly.Junhuang rushed over almost immediately, and stumbled on the way

A low stool almost fell over.

Wen Shu's smooth forehead was covered with cold sweat, and it was terribly hot. He wiped it with his sleeve a few times indiscriminately, but the more he wiped it, the more he wiped it.

Why doesn't this man's face look rosy even when he has a fever?

Sweat slid down his ears, wetted his bun, and even more than half of the pillow was wet, and the quilt was probably wet too.really

, he reached in and touched it, and it was indeed wet and cold.

Junhuang looked around, thinking about where to put the quilt, "Come here."

The boy waiting outside the door came in to serve Wen Shu, changed the quilt, and tidied it up properly. Jun Huang waved for him to leave.

Wen Shu curled up suddenly, trembling unceasingly, still talking in a daze.

032

After closing those eyes that were shining in the dark night, his pure white face was covered with a layer of sweat, like the morning dew on it.His face was completely white, with only the dark eyebrows and eyelashes being the only abnormal color.His eyebrows, which were as beautiful as distant mountains, were tightly frowned, and his breathing was faster and heavier than usual, as if he was enduring great pain.

The body is so weak, but Wen Shu is stronger than any strong man in his heart.

I leaned my ears and listened carefully, it seemed that what he said vaguely was, "Cold..."

Count nine cold days, Lantern Festival.

There are lights and festoons everywhere on the street, and the crowd is bustling and lively.

A Brahma fire broke through the blurred night, and people watched in horror as the huge and brilliant Leyin Villa was engulfed in the sea of ​​flames.

He came back an hour late because his wife came to him temporarily.

His eyes reflected the jumping flames, the other family was reunited, and he, alone, stood in the maple forest a hundred meters away, watching the flames engulfing the sky, and hearing the screams and sighs.

Witnessing the whole home was burned, but he didn't even dare to show his face.

I just feel cold, uncontrollable cold.

Snow began to fall in the sky, but the fire became more and more intense. The fire spread and engulfed several surrounding shops.

His body was hot and cold, between ice and fire, he felt as if he had fallen into Abi Hell, his body trembling uncontrollably...

The arm was pulled violently and shook vigorously. Is anyone willing to pull him out of the abyss?

An indistinct sound came from far, far away.

"Wen Shu, Wen Shu, it's all right! With me here, it's all right..."

033

"pain……"

"Wen Shu, Wen Shu...it's okay, it's all over, with me here, it's okay!" The voice gradually became lower and deeper, obscure and hard to understand, as bitter as lotus heart tea.Even he himself thought this sentence was ridiculous, but he said it without thinking.

"Who are you?" He opened his eyes suddenly, his face pale and anxious.For a moment, his vision was hazy and gloomy, and he was still trapped in the nightmare of his youth and could not wake up.

"I... I am yours, Brother Jun..."

"Brother Jun...he didn't want me long ago..." Wen Shu murmured unconsciously.

Junhuang only felt a bloody hole in her heart was gouged out by a knife, and the blood kept flowing, unable to heal.

He was no longer the incompetent and humble person who watched the Manchu people being slaughtered but was powerless to save them.Everything in the world can be picked by him. His words can make people live or die. He is already strong enough.Why, he is still so...unhappy...His ambition is only to take revenge, to kill the enemy with his own hands, and the great revenge will be avenged. people.

Why can't his body be as indestructible as his mind?

His body, which was weak due to the high fever, had no resistance at all, and his hands were bound by something, unable to move, and the feeling from his hands was very warm.

"Wen Shu!"

Wen Shu couldn't even fall into a stable coma, his butterfly-like long eyelashes moved lightly, he looked at the person with a weak and misty smile, the smile was as gentle as ever, "Brother Jun, it's really you."

His expression was calm, and he didn't seem surprised.

Jun Huang's fingers on the back of his hand trembled. Why did he think that the person with such a smile was a lonely, gentle and clear boy like snow? Why did he later believe that the person with such a smile was sinister, cunning, cruel and ruthless? Despicable people?

Without waiting for him to answer, Wen Shu raised a face that was whiter than paper, smiled slightly, and continued, "Brother Jun, don't come to see me anymore, you will make me very troubled. Uh..." The same His lip was almost broken by his bite.

Junhuang frowned, when did he come to see him?

"Wen Shu, Wen Shu..." Jun Yu stretched out his fingers to open the wrinkles on his lips, don't do this, he found that there is no way to witness Wen Shu's appearance...

"Brother Jun, it's great that you are warm even in your dreams."

Junhuang was suddenly unable to move as if struck by lightning.

Wen Shu lay weakly under the quilt, slowly opened his lips, and smiled slowly, "Leng...Brother Jun, hug me."

Jun Huang's body was rigid and unable to move. It wasn't that he didn't want to, he just lost the ability to move, and his legs and feet didn't belong to him anymore.

Wen Shu's eyes dimmed, and he closed his eyes lightly, "Brother Jun, even in the dream, do you want to fight against me? Forget it, I've always been delusional..." Sighing into the ears and into the wind, the silence scattered without a trace .