C860 860 Life and Death

Yan Yuan's heart sank, "What do you mean?"

"Rumor has it that only thirty years ago, a Medical Saint named Shen Gu Zi had successfully treated a person. As a result, due to the high requirements of the technique, other than requiring a high level of medical skill, it also required a thick amount of internal energy to support it. At that time, Shen Gu Zi spent a lot of internal energy before he started to live in seclusion.

"Some say he's dead, and some say he's hidden deep inside the mountains. As long as he doesn't appear, no one will be able to find him. With this tricky healing technique, even if he does find Shen Gu Zi, he might not necessarily agree to help."

Every word that Lu Yuan He said made the light in the depths of Yan Yuan's eyes fade bit by bit. In the end, he didn't say anything, only pursed his lips and left.

Inside the sect, Liu Ruo Qing sat on the chair. After enduring for a long time, she finally could not help but cough out loud.

She knew that Yan Yuan was outside the door, so she didn't dare to make a sound, afraid that he might suspect something.

Just now, when Lu Yuan He checked her pulse, she used her inner force to change her pulse a little. That was why Lu Yuan He was unable to see that she was a woman.

Once Yan Yuan found out that she was a woman, he might even investigate further.

In these two days, it wasn't as if she didn't feel anything special about Yan Yuan. Perhaps it was because they had been together for so many years, many habits and auras, they couldn't be changed no matter what she did. Thus, Yan Yuan was able to retrieve her previous shadow from her body.

Right now, as long as he could confirm that he was a man, no matter how familiar he felt with her, he would never connect her with Liu Ruo Qing.

Just now, she was already weak and had used her inner force. Now, her lungs were weak and she couldn't control her coughing.

Despite her best efforts to suppress it, she coughed.

"Cough, cough, cough …" "Cough, cough, cough …"

She covered her heart and coughed until her face was red, but at that moment, Lu Yuan He and Yan Yuan had already pushed open the door and entered.

Seeing her cough so uncomfortably, Yan Yuan's eyes warmed up and he shifted his gaze away.

Lu Yuan He walked up, and poured out a pill from the jade bottle he gave Liu Ruo Qing earlier, and gave it to him.

A wave of comfortable coolness finally eased the uncontrollable cough somewhat.

"Thank you, Mr. Lu."

She thanked Lu Yuan He and got up from the chair, "It's very late, I won't disturb Mr. Lu's rest anymore."

She brought the medicine that Lu Yuan He had given her and walked in front of Yan Yuan, "Your Highness, thank you so much for tonight."

Yan Yuan looked at her face and faintly nodded his head, as if he had a lot of things to say, but he couldn't find a single word to say, "Let's go."

When they left Lu Yuan He's courtyard, the two of them quietly walked under the night sky. The cool breeze in the middle of the night blew up their black and white hair.

Yan Yuan looked at Liu Ruo Qing's quiet profile. After thinking for a bit, he opened his mouth and said, "Your illness … This King will think of a way to cure you. "

Even though he knew the chances were slim, he still wanted to do his best.

Liu Ruo Qing's footsteps paused for a moment, then, in her heart, she felt as if she was ruthlessly pierced, the pain was unbearable, but her expression was still indifferent. She raised her eyes to look at Yan Yuan's gloomy eyes and said: "Life and death are intertwined, as long as one can live, Your Highness does not need to worry."

She smiled so indifferently that no one knew how sad and reluctant her face was, which was covered by the human skin mask.

Yan Yuan looked at the side of her face. This kind of calmness and ease, that seemed to be able to see through life and death, actually caused his heart to tighten even more.

He didn't like the feeling, but he couldn't control himself.

It was like something that pierced his heart, the pain of bones moving from being uprooted. This kind of pain was something that he had only felt when he experienced the death of Qing Er.

"If you think about it that much, there is no one in this world that you care about?"

People I'm concerned about...

The fist Liu Ruo Qing had placed under her sleeve tightened with all her strength. Her fingertip had sunk deeply into her flesh, but she didn't feel the slightest amount of pain.

The person she cared about the most was around, but she couldn't say it out loud.

She glanced at Yan Yuan, and a trace of unconcealable pain flashed past her eyes. She smiled lightly and said: "No matter how many people I miss, I still won't be able to make Duke Yan show mercy, right?"

She indifferently shrugged her shoulders: "It would be better not to let him know that we are going to leave in peace. That way he won't be too sad in the future."

Yan Yuan naturally did not know who she was referring to with "he", but he had always known that the relationship between Qin Xuan and this brat was unclear.

A flash of pain and reluctance in her eyes, and he saw it all.

From the looks of it, he really did like Qin Xuan, if not he would not reveal such a sad and reluctant expression because of his illness.

He tried his best to suppress the bitterness in his heart and pursed his lips, not saying another word.

"Your Highness, I've arrived. Hurry up and go back to rest, it's already very late."

Liu Ruo Qing's respectful voice brought him back to reality. He looked at her, nodded, did not say a word, and turned to leave.

Liu Ruo Qing did not immediately enter the courtyard, but instead stood at the entrance of the courtyard, watching his tall and slender back. Under the night sky, he was dressed in black, had a head of white hair, and the loneliness and loneliness exuded from his body made Liu Ruo Qing feel as if her heart was pierced by needles.

"I'm sorry, Yan Yuan."

A hoarse voice came out of her mouth. She looked at Yan Yuan's back and quietly disappeared into the night. Only then did she turn around, and her tears instantly fell like rain.

On the second day, in Zhaoming Hall, Grand Preceptor Pang's face was dark, and his spirit was exhausted, as if his soul had left his body.

"The Grand Preceptor."

As Yan Shuo sat on the golden palace, his father, who was no longer as tender as before, became much calmer and more reserved.

A pair of sharp, deep eyes swept across the officials in the hall, then stopped on Grand Preceptor Pang's face.

Seeing that the Grand Preceptor Pang did not respond, Yan Shuo called out again, "Grand Preceptor Pang."

Behind Grand Preceptor Pang, Magistrate of the Supreme Court Wang Yuan carefully pulled on the hem of his clothes, and only then did he come back to his senses.

Seeing Yan Shuo looking at him, he walked out of the queue in panic, "I'm here."

Looking at the anxious look on Grand Preceptor Pang's face, the corner of Yan Jue's lips curled up in disdain as he said to Yan Xiao who was standing beside him, "With just the courage of this old thing, he dares to act like a traitor?"

Yan Shuo looked at Grand Preceptor Pang's tired face and thought back to what Yan Xiao had told him yesterday. The fire in his heart was forcibly pressed against his chest, but his face was still gloomy.

The Wei Aimin that Yan Shuo spoke of was Jing Zhao Yin.