After Ling Yun drank the bowl of decoction according to Sai Zhongjing's instructions, he fell on the bed and lay down quietly. He felt sleepy as his thoughts flew around, and he fell into a hazy sleep.
After an unknown amount of time, there was a soft knock on the door outside, and a graceful woman in white walked in with light steps and slowly approached his bed.
Her face was as pale as ice and snow, which made people feel cold and desolate; she was obviously so fragile, yet so strong, like a beam of light shining into the darkness, so beautiful that it was dazzling.
He stood silently in front of Ling Yun's bed, looking at his handsome and innocent face, just in a daze.
Finally, she hesitated and stretched out her slender hand, but when her hand was about to touch Ling Yun's cheek, it suddenly stopped. Two lines of clear tears fell down her beautiful face. She sobbed, covered her face and turned around. And go.
The light rain was still pattering outside. Sometimes dense, sometimes sparse, and sometimes blank.
Sai Zhongjing's sigh came from behind her, "Being ruthless is not as painful as being passionate. Since we still have feelings for each other, why do we need to torture each other? Alas, I really don't understand..."
The woman in white was stunned for a moment, but still ran out of the courtyard without looking back. Sai Zhongjing followed him out, and the two stopped in front of a bamboo forest.
The woman in white sobbed: "Auntie, tell me, what should I do?"
Sai Zhongjing said sincerely: "Since you are still deeply in love with him, and he is frustrated and wandering at this time, and needs the comfort and comfort of your lover the most, you should let go of the past grudges and use your true feelings. Warm and soothe his scarred heart with love.”
The woman in white raised her face slightly, her beautiful and ethereal face was covered with a little wetness, and she couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.
"Auntie, please stop talking. I loved him, but that is in the past. Yes, he is frustrated and hesitant now and needs his lover to comfort him; but who would have thought that when I was in pain and hesitation? At that time, who came to comfort me? It is his own fault that he is here today, he deserves it, he deserves it!... In short, I will never pay attention to him again in this life!"
Sai Zhongjing smiled and said, "Are you making angry remarks again? If only one of you two could give in, alas, things might not be like this!"
"Auntie, please stop talking!..." The woman in white snorted lightly and turned around.
Sai Zhongjing watched her slim figure disappear from his sight little by little, a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he shook his head helplessly.
The woman in white turned around a mountain forest and was walking quickly with her head lowered. Suddenly she felt something moving in front of her. She raised her eyebrows and stood up suddenly. She drew out her long sword and said, "Who is it?"
A white figure flashed behind the tree, and a man slowly walked out, blocking her way.
The woman in white clothes couldn't help but her breath was stagnant, and her whole body immediately froze as if she had been electrocuted. The sword in her hand also fell to the ground with a bang.
The visitor was dressed in plain plain clothes, with flowing jet-black hair. A pale and melancholy color condensed on his eyebrows, and his eyes were white, making him look empty and void. Under the extreme contrast of black and white, the whole person has a sense of broken desolation in the cold wind and rain.
It was Ling Yun.
Time stood still for a moment. The two of them just stared in silence, as motionless as two statues. The wind was soft and thin, gently blowing their trembling clothes and their messy hair.
For a moment, the two of them seemed to have lost all their thoughts, their minds went blank, and it seemed that no sound could be heard for a while. It seemed that everything in the world had ceased to exist, only the two of them...
After an unknown amount of time, the two finally recovered from their confusion and returned to their original state.
The woman in white's eyes turned cold for a moment, with a kind of coldness that burned away the ashes. She sneered and walked straight away, not squinting as she passed Ling Yun, as if she didn't bother to glance at him.
Ling Yun said in a deep voice: "Chun'er."
The woman in white stopped, without any trace of nostalgia in her tone, and said calmly: "If you have anything to say, just say it."
Ling Yun lowered his cold, silent eyes and spoke in a low voice, appearing tired and heavy, "After so much, you still refuse to forgive me?"
The woman in white looked cold and snorted slightly.
Ling Yun said: "Tell me, what should I do before you are willing to forgive me?"
The woman in white was silent.
Ling Yun said: "Since you refuse to forgive me, why do you still help me and save me again and again? If you do it to pity me or humiliate me, then I will tell you clearly: Lian Nanchun, from now on I I don’t need you to interfere with my affairs anymore. Even if Ling Yun dies, he won’t want anyone’s charity!..."
His tone was tight and hoarse, as if he was trying his best to endure something, but there was a hint of resentment and accusation beneath his words.
At the end, he could no longer speak, and a bitter, astringent, fire-like gas instantly choked his throat; he simply stopped talking, raised his face, and walked forward.
Lian Nanchun was extremely angry, turned around suddenly, hooked his toes, held the long sword in his hand, and raised his hand to attack Ling Yun like a storm.
Ling Yun was still injured and was in a depressed mood. He had no intention of fighting back. He just tried a few symbolic prevarications and then stopped, letting the opponent's sword stab him in the chest.
Lian Nanchun's heart trembled, and he quickly retracted his hand. The tip of the sword stopped when it touched the opponent's clothes.
He raised his eyes and met Ling Yun's dim and lazy eyes.
Those eyes were empty and cold, like two pools of lifeless stagnant water, which made people feel disheartened and desolate.
Lian Nanchunfang's heart twitched in pain. She dropped her sword and slapped Ling Yun hard on the face!
Ling Yun's chiseled handsome face was immediately covered in severe pain. His tall figure staggered and almost fell; a trace of blood oozed from his tightly biting lips.
Lian Nanchun felt extremely angry. She roared angrily and rushed forward like crazy, beating and beating Ling Yun while crying.
There was no expression on Ling Yun's furrowed brows and on his face, which was brushed by the sharp cold wind.
His figure remained motionless, letting the other party's fists fall on him like raindrops, and letting the other party vent their rage on him.
Finally, he suddenly grabbed her wrist with trembling hands and pulled her into his arms without any further explanation, roughly and stubbornly.
Lian Nanchun's delicate body fell on him uncontrollably, her closed eyes were full of tears, and her trembling eyelashes seemed to have been soaked in water; she cried and laughed, crazy.
In the cold wind and rain, a pair of lovers who had finally resolved their differences after suffering for a long time hugged each other tightly and burst into tears...
The two of them returned to Sai Zhongjing's small farmyard together. Facing Sai Zhongjing's smiling eyes, both of them looked a bit embarrassed and uncomfortable.
Just when he didn't know how to speak, Sai Zhongjing already smiled and said: "You don't have to be embarrassed. Is there anything you can hide from me? I already know everything that happened just now!"
Lian Nanchun's eyes flashed, and he said angrily: "Okay, aunt, you are actually following me!"
The corner of Sai Zhongjing's mouth curved slightly, and he spoke in a nonchalant manner, "Even if my old lady does something wrong, will the two of you be flawless? Chun'er, let me ask you first. Just now I advised you with all my heart. You two got back together, and you kept saying that you would never care about him for the rest of your life. Why did you change your mind immediately when you saw him? Are my old lady's words so useless? Oh, it's really chilling to think about it! "
Lian Nanchun's face turned red and he was speechless.
Sai Zhongjing turned to scold Ling Yun again and said: "And you, looking at your expression of grief just now, it is really pitiful. The old lady feels compassion and has enlightened you so much with sincere words. Even if the words she said are not worth mentioning, No matter what good words or words you give, they should always come from the bottom of your heart!
"But you don't take it seriously. You still look half-dead. Why are you suddenly so energetic now? Alas, now I finally believe that sentence: The power of love is infinite - Chun'er's words are better than those of my old wife. All your words will work!"
Ling Yun had already experienced Sai Zhongjing's perverse temper. At this time, he did not argue with her sarcasm and just nodded in agreement.
Lian Nanchun's beautiful eyes raised slightly, and she pouted her mouth and said, "Okay, aunt, have you vented enough of your grievances? It's time to get back to business!"
Everyone couldn't help laughing.
Everyone was chatting in a harmonious and harmonious atmosphere, telling what had happened over the years since their separation, and they couldn't help but sigh when it came to the sentimental parts.
During the discussion, Ling Yun learned that the famous doctor known as "Sai Zhongjing" turned out to be Lian Nanchun's aunt Lian Xiezhong.
Lian Nanchun's father, Lian Tingzhong, has five brothers and sisters: Lian Ting is the third eldest, and the four uncles and aunts are: the eldest, Lian Louzhong, the second, Lian Pavilion, the fourth, Lian Xuanzhong, and the fifth, Lian Paizhong. .
Now Lianlouzhong, Liantingzhong and Lianxuanzhong have passed away successively; only the brothers and sisters Liangezhong and Lianxiezhong are still alive...
When everyone recalled the past, they lamented the changes in the world and the changes in things and people. They couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
At this time, there was a sudden rush of footsteps outside the door, and Bao'er rushed in with a look of panic on his face.
Sai Zhongjing asked: "What's wrong?"
Bao'er glanced at Ling Yun and said, "I just heard from the two detective brothers at the Villa that something seems to have happened to Ling Daxia's friend named Du."
"Du Zhenghai?..." Ling Yun couldn't help being frightened, "What's wrong with him?"
Bao'er said: "I heard that a few days ago he broke into the Marquis's Mansion alone to assassinate He Yuting, but failed and was captured - I don't know what happened next..."
Ling Yun said blankly: "Why did he do this? He knew that there was so much danger there but he still risked his life to go there?"
"No need to ask, of course it's for you!" Lian Nanchun rolled his eyes at him and sighed: "You haven't come back for so many days. In order to save you, he didn't care so much and had to risk his life to go there.
"You two, you are at a disadvantage. You are doing things based on momentary whims, without considering the benefits and consequences of the matter. Your spirit is commendable, but your methods need to be improved!"
Is Ling Yun the one who suffered the loss? He raised his sword eyebrows and immediately retorted: "You just said that the two of us are brave and foolhardy, why bother beating around the bush?"
"It seems I went too far again!" Lian Nanchun's eyebrows moved slightly, and then he smiled. "Okay, let's get back to business and discuss how to rescue Du Zhenghai."
