Ren Sheng Xuanyuan was so jealous and annoyed that these two men with evil intentions stayed in front of Qiong Yi's bed for so long without permission, but Qiong Yi didn't wake up either, so he could only stay by her side and whisper her name over and over again.
Mo Yungu and Sheng Xuanyuan had heard about it for a long time. The first commander of Xirong, whose age was unknown and whose cultivation was extremely high, was not only ruthless in swordsmanship but also extremely vicious in the use of soldiers.
In the battle at Shanguan, he suffered a defeat at the hands of Qiong Yi. This time, there was no way he was not deliberately retaliating.
However, no one expected that he would lurk in the adjacent camp twice and launch forceful killing raids so close to each other, especially during the day when the monks gathered on the front line and were short of manpower.
Lu Li said that before Qiong Yi fell down due to poison, he severely injured Mo Yungu, so he withdrew his troops and fled. Otherwise, the end of Yu Liao is likely to be the annihilation of the entire army.
"Qiong Yi..."
Holding her hand, Sheng Xuanyuan gently stroked the back of her hand with his knuckles. His fingertips were already very rough, filled with knife wounds and calluses from fighting in the desert. Before he came to see her, he specially trimmed and smoothed them so that he wouldn't scratch or nick her when he held her.
Qiong Yi's pulse was very stable, as if she was asleep.
But she had slept for too long, too long, so long that it made people feel panicked.
Sheng Xuanyuan brought her hand to his lips and kissed her very gently. The remaining warmth lingered for a brief moment in the moment of contact and then slowly disappeared. He looked at her face, tied away the broken hair from her forehead, and waited for her to wake up.
Qiong Yi's eyelashes trembled and she opened them slowly. Her eyes were unfocused and she just looked at the beams.
When Sheng Xuanyuan saw her waking up, his face was filled with joy: "Qiong Yi, you wake up..."
But the next second, he realized that the emptiness in her eyes was not the confusion caused by waking up after sleeping for too long, but that it was really scattered and empty.
Qiong also sat up, got out of bed from the other side, and walked out the door with bare feet.
If there was anything wrong with her eyes, it only made Sheng Xuanyuan a little uneasy. It could be seen that she was walking numbly. Sheng Xuanyuan was completely panicked and hugged her from behind: "Qiong Yi! What's wrong with you?"
Qiong was also trapped by him and did not struggle. Instead, she fell down on the soft couch, her eyes dull and her face expressionless.
"Qiong Yi? Qiong Yi, you... can you please say something like this? Don't do this..." Turning her around in his arms, Sheng Xuanyuan looked at her eyes, which were as lightless as those of a dead person, asking him questions There was no response at all.
Sheng Xuanyuan was puzzled and tremblingly looked at her and touched her cheek, but she was like a puppet, making no sound.
……how so?
How could such a thing happen in the world...
Sheng Xuanyuan folded his fingers together and placed them between her eyebrows to detect the soul. The soul was intact, with no trace of missing or damaged. It was not caused by the loss of the soul.
"Qiong Yi!" He called her a few more times, but she just looked ahead and seemed unable to hear the sound.
Sheng Xuanyuan picked her up and put her on the bed. He rushed out of the door and went to the village to find a doctor who was treating the wounded. When he called all the doctors and monks who knew poison, Qiong Yi was still the same as before. Lying slumped on the bed, motionless.
"You guys, look at her!..." His voice had never been so weak and trembling: "Qiong Yi's pulse is normal, and the stab wounds on her body are not fatal. Why is this happening?..."
"You who know medical skills, look at her!..."
The doctors kept silent and gathered around the bed for a long time, taking pulses and performing surgeries. After a long discussion, their faces became increasingly ugly. They invited Sheng Xuanyuan outside the room and then dared to say: "Mr. Sheng, Miss Lu." She...may have been poisoned by Xirong's strange poison."
"I heard that there is a kind of herb in the snow-capped mountains that can make people forget themselves. It's called 'soul-purifying grass'. Maybe Miss Lu was poisoned by someone in the tragic battle a while ago. This poison is weird and her pulse is... There were no signs on the body, which led to... As a result, it was only discovered now that the poison has spread all over the body and entered the bones. It may not be possible to save..."
Sheng Xuanyuan took a step back, his body seemed to have been drained of strength, and the objects in front of him were blurry and unreal.
He just shook his head repeatedly, saying "impossible", staggered back to the house, and walked towards her. He suddenly remembered the battle on the battlefield a few days ago. When the soldiers shouted, "Your counselors have been destroyed", in his mind Feeling confused, he half-collapsed in front of the bed.
"Qiong Yi, you are awake..."
"Look at me...please see if I'm okay..."
The doctors showed unbearable expressions and looked at each other with pain in their eyes. They comforted in a low voice: "Mr. Sheng, we don't know much about this symptom. We will find ways to treat it. If we can save it, we will do our best to save Miss Lu from consciousness. ." Then he bowed and exited the room.
Qiong Yi just looked at the beams of the narrow room and blinked quietly. She was completely unaware of the soft closing of the door as everyone left, the choking sounds of the people beside her, and the wet cuffs of their sleeves.
Sheng Xuanyuan gradually became speechless and had difficulty breathing. Every time he took in a breath, his lungs felt like knives twisting. He just held her hand and buried it on the bedside, shrugging his shoulders.
Being an empty person in this life is no different from killing her.
*
At night.
The monk who came to the stage from the Sheng family came to invite Sheng Xuanyuan to come back and take charge of the game. He just took out the token and handed it over. His voice was extremely low and hoarse: "I leave this to you. Tomorrow morning, you go to the main camp and invite Su Ye to the stage. , and everything from now on will be left to him."
"Also, don't..." His eyes fell on Qiong Yi's stunned eyes, and he closed his eyes in pain: "...don't tell them, Lu Xiyan is already awake."
"Brother!" The monk was shocked and returned the token with both hands: "You are the only leader of our clan here, how can you hand over this power to a young son from another clan!"
"I don't want to say it a second time." Sheng Xuanyuan put his hand on Qiong Yi's hand: "There are few people from the Su clan. Su Ye is my best friend. I can trust him to lead me. If you are worried, I will I write every day.”
The monk thought again and again, glanced at Qiong Yi lying on the bed, and lowered his brows: Miss Lu, who was still alive not long ago, was in good order when she lived in Taitai, and he and his fellow disciples would secretly praise her, but now she is It became like this...
He couldn't bear to say: "Yes, senior brother. I will help Mr. Su take care of everything before Miss Lu wakes up."
Sheng Xuanyuan waved his hand and asked him to leave.
Qiong Yi lay quietly on her back, with only a little breathing sound. Sheng Xuanyuan had never seen her so quiet. Although his eyes were open, it was as if he couldn't see anything. He could only blink, a dull and repetitive blink.
*
The next day.
The doctors stayed up all night, looking through medical books, and only came back with more desperate news: Soul-purifying grass can indeed cure the disease, but it can only be done by taking the antidote before waking up from drowsiness. After waking up, he has lost his soul and lives in a body.
After Sheng Xuanyuan learned the news, he remained silent, shut out everyone, and hugged Qiong Yi tightly.
Outside the door, there were doctors who felt incompetent, Su Ye who was entrusted with important tasks without knowing what happened, Yan Tingshen, Lu Yuhao, Lu Xu who wanted to see how Qiong Yi was injured, and too many fellow seniors.
Qiong Yi was just held in his arms, motionless.
"Qiong Yi, what they said is all false."
"You'll wake up. You won't be like this forever."
"Your soul is fine, it can't be apathy. I am a ghost exterminator, and I know everything about souls."
"They're doing random diagnoses, they're crazy."
Su Ye stood outside the house, listening to these words in a daze, and then hammered the door like crazy: "Sheng Xuanyuan! Open the door! What happened to Qiong Yi?! What happened to her?!"
There was a seal on the door, and Su Ye couldn't knock it open.
"Sheng Xuanyuan!!!" Su Ye hit the door with his body, but it was in vain. He was bounced away by the barrier and roared: "Sheng Xuanyuan, come out! What's the use of closing the door! Come out!" !!——”
"What happened to Qiong Yi?! Didn't she wake up?! What happened to you?!!!"
"Su Ye!..." Yan Tingshen went to pull him, but he threw him away. The two looked at each other, as if they had guessed something, and their eyes were red.
The sound of Sheng Xuanyuan talking to himself was heard in the room, and no one responded to him. It was like a one-man show.
Su Ye bit his lip for a long time, wiped his cheeks, and then turned around: "Brother Yan, let's go."
Yan Ting closed her eyes tightly, put her hands on his shoulders, and the two of them turned around and rushed towards the direction where Sheng was on stage.
The people outside the house gradually dispersed, but the people inside were still talking.
Talk to yourself.
*
Qiong also had no reaction to the outside world.
Sheng Xuanyuan tried to touch her eyes, but she would not change her blinking speed. He was afraid of hurting her and did not dare to touch her eyes again, so he gave up.
After the people outside left, he removed the barrier of the narrow room. He felt that even if Qiong Yi was like this in the future, he still had to take her out for a walk, which was better than lying in bed.
From then on, Sheng Xuanyuan would apply medicine to her wounds every day, and the doctor would also take over all the care work.
Qiong Yi didn't seem to know when to sleep or when to open her eyes. During the day, her blinking eyes suddenly closed, or at night, she opened her eyes silently and looked into the sky. Covering the roof tiles.
Sheng Xuanyuan felt that this was not good for her health, so he would pat her to sleep at night and shake her awake in the morning until she opened her eyes.
He thought that being able to shake Qiong Yi awake meant that she was aware of the outside world, but was just stunned.
Qiong can be coaxed to sleep easily, but it often takes a quarter of an hour or a stick of incense to wake her up.
Sheng Xuanyuan never found her troublesome and he was always patient enough with her.
The change started early one morning.
After Sheng Xuanyuan got up early and came back from morning exercises, he saw that she was still sleeping soundly, so he shook her up as usual. He shook Qiong Yi for a long time, but she kept her eyes closed, closing them tighter and tighter, as if she was deliberately not opening them. .
Sheng Xuanyuan let go of her hand and let her continue to sleep peacefully. After a while, Qiong Yi's closed eyes relaxed slightly, which was a normal sleeping state. He started to hold her arm and shake it again. As expected, Qiong Yi's eyes closed again. It was tight, and this time he even frowned, as if he was particularly unhappy about being woken up.
Sheng Xuanyuan was a little surprised, and let her go back to sleep. When she fell asleep again, he shook her again. Qiong Yi seemed to be annoyed, and finally opened her eyes, confused, half-squinting her eyes, and frowning. Wrinkling, the corners of the mouth turned up, it was a very small expression, but it was very different from the previous face, and it seemed to be a little more lively.
The meaning of her expression was that she was angry.
Sheng Xuanyuan understood, she didn't want to get up.
"Qiong Yi." He called her, testing his hand in front of her eyes, but still just shook his head without responding. The expression on her face faded away and turned back to indifference not long after.
"It's okay." Sheng Xuanyuan caressed her cheek: "It's much better than before. It's okay."
Since then, Qiong Yi's blinking speed has begun to change. Sometimes she squints lazily, sometimes she blinks flutteringly, and her eyes seem to have a focus in front of her eyes and are no longer distracted.
But it never happened to him.
The stab wounds on her body have also scabbed over and she can start walking again. Sheng Xuanyuan thought it was time to take her out of this narrow room and get some air.
