Walking to Zheng Yu's ward, Han Ling made countless assumptions in his mind.
Perhaps Zheng Yu's life was hanging by a thread and he could not continue the long journey; perhaps Zheng Yu had been completely disappointed with Han Ling after experiencing the catastrophe of life and death.
Or maybe Zheng Yu can forgive him and be willing to continue to accompany him?
Han Ling knew that this possibility was slim. When he regained his memory, he wanted to destroy his hands.
Devoured by internal force, he has lost his humanity, leaving only his murderous intention. What lingered in his mind was the violent release of power. Everything in front of him, houses and trees, were the targets of his destruction. All those who escaped were just humble ants in his eyes.
Only Zheng's language is different.
She sat there far away, between him and the "ant", her figure was delicate and vulnerable.
But Han Ling couldn't take action no matter what. Zheng Yu seemed to be covered with a warm glow, and Han Ling couldn't help but reach out to touch her, fearing that he would hurt her.
But how dare she hurt me?
Han Ling was in pain and struck out with his palm. The wheelchair under Zheng Yu immediately fell apart and flew several feet away. Zheng Yu, however, held him firmly and tried his best to drive the last of his inner strength into his body.
He woke up, but Zheng Yu almost couldn't wake up.
Han Ling lowered his eyelashes and followed Wang Xun silently. His heart was full of worries, but he tried his best to appear gentle and harmless.
When the two of them reached the end of the stairs, a secret door appeared in front of them. Wang Xun tilted his head coquettishly and took out a key from his bun.
"Mr. Han, please."
Han Ling did not dare to make any mistake, so he bowed his head and saluted: "Master Wang, please."
The two entered the secret door one after another, and the sound of their footsteps suddenly became much lighter. Wang Xun was in front, walking slowly and leisurely, while Han Ling was behind, preoccupied, and fell a few steps behind unknowingly.
By the time he realized that Wang Xun had stopped, the two of them had already arrived in front of Zheng Yu's door.
The door is ajar, and you can vaguely see that the room is elegantly decorated and the windows are bright and clean. There was a wooden bed in the house, and Zheng Yu was probably resting there.
There was no sound in the room. Han Ling hesitated for a moment, fearing that he would rush into the room and disturb Zheng Yu's rest, so he looked up at Wang Xun.
Wang Xun was a little amused by him. She pursed her lips to prevent her majesty from being undermined, and knocked lightly on the door.
A young girl walked out of the door, opened the door for the two of them, lowered her head respectfully and said, "Master, Miss Yu has woken up and eaten white porridge, and she feels much better."
Wang Xun smiled and touched her head: "Thank you for your hard work."
The girl hesitated for a moment, as if she had something to say, and was worried about Han Ling beside her.
Wang Xun didn't want to appear that Zixunlou was hiding something, so he chuckled and said, "Qin Xin, if you have anything else to do, it's okay to say it. Han Langjun is not an outsider."
Qin Xin said: "That's right, Miss Yu kept calling someone in her dream."
After Wang Xun listened, he lowered his eyelashes and asked, "Did you call 'sister'?"
Qin Xin nodded. Wang Xun said: "Okay, thank you for being careful. Qin Xin, go back and rest."
Qin Xin saluted and retreated as instructed.
Without looking at Han Ling, Wang Xun entered the room with a few graceful steps, and Han Ling followed suit. He was walking so fast that he didn't notice some pieces of wood on the ground and almost tripped.
He patted his clothes awkwardly and heard a few chuckles on the bed.
"Han Ling," Zheng Yu said warmly, "I want to see you very much."
Han Ling's cheeks suddenly turned pale. Before he could speak, he heard Wang Xun's lazy voice:
"When Xiaoyu woke up, I wasn't the first one to miss me."
Zheng Yu turned to Wang Xun and tried to sit up with his arms.
Han Ling hurriedly went to help him, but before he touched Zheng Yu, he smelled a scent.
It was the fragrance of Wang Xun's body, fragrant and long, drifting to Zheng Yu's side and wrapping her up.
Han Ling was stunned for a while, and then suddenly realized that this was Wang Xun's "wonderful skill".
The wisps of fragrance were hidden beside her. Because she loved to use powder, it could easily be mistaken for the scent of powder. Han Ling was a little frightened: If he had really attacked Wang Xun just now, he might not even know how he died.
Han Ling was frightened on this side, and on the other side, the aroma lifted Zheng Yu's body and placed her firmly on the bed.
"You little heartless boy, you don't miss me, yet I still have to serve you."
Wang Xun gently tapped the tip of Zheng Yu's nose, turned around and poured her a cup of tea.
Zheng Yu was leaning on the bedside, wearing a snow-white silk dress that was ironed to her body, and her long, straight black hair hung down like silk.
She smiled softly and said: "Sister Fu Zhi, how dare Yu'an miss you for a moment? It's just that I came to Cole City empty-handed this time, and I'm afraid that my sister will blame me."
This was the first time Han Ling heard her coquettish tone, and he felt a little itchy. He hurriedly walked to the table and pretended to be calm and looked at the map on the table.
That was the territory of Yu State, with the eleven states clearly visible and their borders clearly defined. While Han Ling rubbed the map with his hand, he raised his ears and listened carefully to the conversation between Wang Xun and Zheng Yu.
I just heard Wang Xun smile and say: "I don't care about those pearls and gems you brought. If you ask me, just don't give me this 'big gift' again."
As she spoke, she glanced at Han Ling with a sharp look, her reproach evident in her words.
Zheng Yu noticed the mismatch between the two and said softly: "Sister said it is true. However, I am able to see my sister this time because of the help of Mr. Han. If not, I might not be able to come to Gele."
Wang Xun knew she was having sex with Xini and didn't care. She raised a delicate white hand, gently played with the butterfly silk ribbons in her hair a few times, and asked, "Have you thought about it?"
Her voice was very soft when she said this, but the questions she asked were as sharp as a knife. All three of them knew what she was asking, and they all wanted to know the answer. At this time, Han Ling's heart was in his throat.
Zheng Yu looked in Wang Xun's direction and nodded with a smile.
Wang Xun asked again: "Do you have a clear conscience?"
Zheng Yu said gently but firmly: "Yes."
"Worthy of God?"
"yes."
"Worthless?"
"yes."
"Being worthy of yourself?"
"yes."
"Ashamed of...your sister?"
Han Ling looked at Zheng Yu. Her face was still gentle and calm, but there was a faint layer of sadness between her eyebrows for some reason.
She was silent for a while, then raised her head with a smile.
"yes."
Wang Xun then returned to her previous smile. She smiled and patted Zheng Yu. She wanted to speak, but sighed.
"Xiaoyu, you have made up your mind, so I can only support you." She touched Zheng Yu, "I support you and believe in you."
Zheng Yu also smiled softly and sighed: "It is an honor for me to have sister Fu's help."
The two seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding. After chatting for a while, a little girl ran over and called Wang Xun away, leaving Han and Yu alone in the room.
The two sat opposite each other, again in silence.
This scene reminded Han Ling of their first encounter at Yanshan Inn. At this time, the world has changed, and the two people sitting opposite have also experienced many twists and turns.
Han Ling wanted to say something. He wanted to thank Zheng Yu for choosing him without hesitation, apologize to her, and ask what the relationship between her and Wang Xun was.
After all kinds of thinking, what he finally said was: "Zheng Yu, are you okay?"
Zheng Yu said softly: "I'm fine. I just need to take good care of myself. Han Ling, are you okay?"
Han Ling said with a shy face, "I'm so ashamed."
Zheng Yu laughed softly. She motioned for Han Ling to sit beside her bed, and Han Ling stood up, still holding the map in his hand.
"Is Sister Fuzhi teasing you?" She fumbled for the map and smiled, "I can see that she is not hostile to you, she just likes to tease people."
Hearing this, Han Ling smiled bitterly and said, "I just didn't expect that the world-famous Master Wang Xun would have such a character."
He told Zheng Yu about his experience in detail. Zheng Yu listened and smiled from time to time. Finally, she said: "I just thought that Sister Fu is confused when she is concerned. From this point of view, you are also confused when you are worried."
Han Ling smiled and recognized "Xianxin"'s name and asked, "But Lord Wang's martial arts comes from the same lineage as mine?"
Zheng Yu said gently: "Yes. Sister Fu's body was damaged when she was young and she was unable to practice internal skills. Her magical skills are the same as yours. They can only be learned by those who cannot practice internal skills. She can transform others into herself and transform foreign objects. For the inner.”
Han Ling smiled and said: "The poster said that you did not teach her amazing skills. I didn't expect that there would be anyone in the world besides you who knew this skill."
Zheng Yu also laughed: "Yes, Sister Fu's wonderful skills were taught by my elder sister."
Han Ling had wanted to know who this "sister" who kept appearing in the conversations between Zheng Yu and Wang Xun was. But looking at Zheng Yu's sad face, he really couldn't ask. This thought was spinning around in his mind, almost getting around him.
He was speechless for a moment, but Zheng Yu spoke.
"Han Ling, you want to know about my sister, right?" Her voice was very soft, with a faint smile, "It doesn't matter, we are partners. There is nothing to hide between us."
She whispered: "My sister, her name is Zheng Chen."
When Zheng Yu was twelve years old, his sister took the "medicine" when she was fifteen.
The dusk sunlight was cut into pieces by the wooden door, and the room was dark, making her shiver. Her sister stood in front of her, smiling carelessly. It was a bit cold in the early spring afternoon. My sister stood against the light and smiled at her, which somehow made her feel warm again.
Her father stood behind her, looked at her sister, smiled and stroked his beard:
"Aji, today is your fifteenth birthday, you have grown up."
My sister understood and smiled mischievously: "Father brought us here for more than just celebrating birthdays."
The father stroked his beard and laughed: "Yes. There is such a ceremony in our family." As he spoke, he took out an ocher wooden box from the brocade bag and opened it. There was a blood-red bead lying inside. .
Zheng Chen said clearly: "Medicine."
Zheng Jingyi smiled and stroked his beard: "Xiaoyu, when will you 'read thousands of books' like your sister, there will be nothing you don't know."
Zheng Yu was puzzled. He looked at the pills, then at his sister, and asked, "What kind of medicine is this?"
Zheng Chen pinched her soft face and said, "You will understand when you grow up."
She took the medicine and looked at Zheng Yu with a faint smile.
Zheng Yu also wanted to laugh, but the next moment, she couldn't laugh anymore.
My sister's face turned ashen in an instant, and her smile disappeared, replaced by distorted facial features and cold sweat on her head. She was shaking all over. Zheng Yu hurriedly stepped forward, but was pushed away by his sister.
At this time, her hairs stood on end, her whole body huddled up in pain, and she fell to the ground. A heartbreaking roar of pain came from her clenched teeth, her lip was bitten, and streams of blood flowed from it. Not long after, Zheng Chen stopped screaming and collapsed to the ground. His face turned a sickly red color, foam came out of the corners of his mouth, and his body was still shaking unnaturally.
Zheng Yu didn't know when she shed tears. She wiped her face, looked at her stunned father, and ran out crying to find her mother, hoping to ask her mother to save her sister.
But a pair of hands held her shoulders, preventing her from moving.
"Congratulations, sir, and congratulations to the second lady, the eldest lady has inherited the 'Tianyan'!"
"Congratulations, sir, congratulations to the second lady!"
The voice of congratulations roared like a tsunami, making Zheng Yu a little confused——
There are obviously only three of them in this room?
"Xiaoyu," she heard Zheng Jingyi's voice: "You should be happy for your sister."
"As a direct bloodline, the fact that she has such a big reaction shows that she has inherited the 'Tianyan'.
"This is the first 'Tianyan' in two hundred years! Xiaoyu, you should be happy for your sister."
Zheng Yu turned his head and stared blankly at his father with a tear-stained face, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about.
How could the father abandon his sister's life?
Is this really the father?
She was so frightened that she shivered and wanted to run away, but Zheng Jingyi grabbed her shoulders with force, her expression reproachful, but her voice faintly revealed excitement:
"Aji inherited Tianyan. This is a happy thing. How can you cry?"
Zheng Yu's lips trembled and her body felt chilly, but her father's unusual excitement infected her, making her smile involuntarily.
"I, I want to be happy, I want to congratulate my sister..." Zheng Yu's voice trembled, not daring to look at his father and afraid of seeing his twitching sister lying on the ground. She stared at the jade plaque on her father's waist and said over and over again:
"I want to congratulate my sister...I want...I want to congratulate my sister..."
Blocking her peripheral vision and ignoring her hearing, she pretended that she didn't know that her sister was lifted up by a servant and returned to the house; she pretended to ignore the blood stains on the ground and allowed them to be washed away soon after.
When Zheng Yu walked out of the room, his clothes were soaked with sweat and his legs and feet felt weak. She managed to walk back to her room without collapsing to the floor.
After that, she didn't see her sister for three months.
My mother is still gentle, my father is still loving, my brothers and sisters are well-behaved and sensible, but my sister seems to have disappeared from the world.
Zheng Yu knew that this harmonious atmosphere could easily be broken. The love of parents is like a stringed piano. Every note is played carefully, but it still cannot change the fact that the strings will break.
The sensibleness of the younger brothers and sisters is just the most negative reaction to the fear of the unknown.
The weather is getting warmer and the days are getting longer. This means that Zheng Yu has to spend more time with his parents, siblings, and is trapped in a depressing and sluggish atmosphere.
She vaguely felt that her string was on the verge of breaking.
Zheng Yu sighed, walked to the back garden, and sat on the stone bench in front of the chess table. Usually, she likes to play chess with her sister here. While making moves, she laughs at her sister for being a "stinky chess player".
She opened two exquisite chess cages, picked up a black piece, dropped it, and then dropped a white piece. Back and forth, playing chess with yourself.
But she only took a few steps and couldn't continue playing. She lay on the stone table and started crying.
Sister, sister.
She could endure the silence of her parents and younger siblings, and she could endure the words "my sister is sick" when asked by others. But she was almost unable to bear that her sister was not by her side, and she was experiencing some sad things in a place she had no idea about, and she couldn't face it together.
She cried so hard that she even heard her sister's voice in her ears.
"Oh, is this a chess game played by Xiaoyu and myself? It's such a good game. I'll play it for this black man! I will definitely win this time."
Then, she felt a warm hand on her head.
"Xiaoyu," Zheng Chen said with a smile, "I haven't won yet, why are you crying?"
