Traditionelle Chinesische Medizin

Kapitel 47

consider?!

Yang Nianqing finally snapped: "Who do you think you are? Do you think I need your consideration? Go think about your Miss Jiang instead, you narcissist! Disgusting! A playboy like you, I..."

Before he could finish venting his anger, Li You quickly turned around and looked back in the direction he had come from. His handsome face flickered with surprise and uncertainty.

Yang Nianqing was taken aback, immediately stopped talking, and followed his gaze.

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Behind me, in the distance, a patch of fire seemed to be lit, and a faint smell of burning could be heard along with the smoke.

"Fire!" (C7)

"..."

Immediately following was a cacophony of voices and footsteps, and several servants hurriedly ran past.

Yang Nianqing was startled: "This..."

Before she could finish speaking, Li You had already reached out and grabbed her waist, then darted back like an arrow.

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Nangong Xue and He Bi had arrived, both staring silently at the raging fire before them. It seemed they hadn't gone far and had rushed back as soon as they realized something was wrong.

Has Madam Leng finally left?

Yang Nianqing suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart. She held Li You's hand and cried, "She...they...didn't you say everything was alright?!"

Nangong Xue shook her head sadly: "She went with Master Chu in the end."

She finally chose this path? Li You just stared blankly at the firelight and smoke, silent, but his long eyes revealed a rare sadness.

He Bi also had a sullen face.

More and more people were involved in the firefighting efforts, yet the work proceeded smoothly and without the slightest sign of panic. The servants at Nangong Villa were absolutely trustworthy.

The fire gradually died down, leaving only a few wisps of smoke drifting above the ruins.

The smoke has thinned. (5c)

Everyone remained rooted to the spot.

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for a long time.

Li You suddenly said, "She didn't commit suicide."

Yang Nianqing quickly wiped her eyes: "Why?"

“You should know,” he slowly paced a few steps, then stared intently at the ruins before him, “that Madam Leng cherishes her appearance so much that if she truly wanted to commit suicide, she would not have set the place on fire.”

Yang Nianqing calmed down, thought for a moment, and then nodded: "She just said that she was getting old and was afraid that Master Chu would be disappointed."

Then, she shook her head in confusion: "So it was the murderer who did it? But Master Chu is already dead, and Madam Leng knows nothing. What's the point of killing her?"

Li You did not answer, but asked instead, "If he really wanted to kill Madam Leng, wouldn't it have been cleaner to use the Ten Thousand Poison Blood Palm? It wouldn't have led us back either, so why set fire to it?"

Nangong Xue finally nodded and said, "He must have done it to destroy the clues."

"clue?"

"Do you remember that he used cremation solution to destroy Zhang Mingchu's body?"

Yang Nianqing suddenly realized: "So the purpose is the same. He came for Master Chu's body this time. Besides the Ten Thousand Poisons Blood Palm, there must be another clue on the body. He is doing this to destroy evidence, but... Madam Leng is right next to him. Why is he in such a hurry? We haven't found anything."

A flash of inspiration struck me.

She suddenly became extremely excited and blurted out, "Could it be that Madam Leng discovered that special clue on Master Chu's body, and was therefore killed by the murderer to silence her?"

He Bi said coldly, "It must be someone she knows."

Nangong Xue frowned: "That's right, no one heard any fighting. Madam Leng is a first-rate expert. Since she had no intention of dying, how could she have been so easily harmed if she hadn't been caught off guard?"

He Bi nodded: "She doesn't know many people."

Does that mean everyone here is a suspect? Madam Leng really doesn't guard against these few. Yang Nianqing's heart skipped a beat—no matter what, there's one person who absolutely cannot be the murderer, because he was with her at the time.

So she immediately slipped over to Li You's side.

He Bi glanced at her but remained silent.

Nangong Xue smiled: "None of you are."

Yang Nianqing was speechless. What kind of talk was that? If none of us are involved, then the suspicion falls on you...

Having guessed her thoughts, Li You smiled and said, "Even if a master like Madam Leng is caught off guard, it would be impossible for an ordinary person to hurt her with their speed."

Compared to a master, someone without martial arts skills is several times slower in movement and attack speed. Even if Madam Leng is unprepared, she can definitely dodge in time. Only a master with martial arts skills has enough speed to strike successfully.

Yang Nianqing breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, Brother Nangong doesn't know martial arts."

moment.

She looked at everyone with a puzzled expression: "Since that special clue is on the corpse, but you have carefully examined Master Chu's body many times, what exactly did we overlook?"

Because nothing unusual was found, the murderer was negligent and had the opportunity to destroy the body.

Li You paced back and forth a few steps, muttering, "Besides the Myriad Poison Blood Palm, what other clues are there...?"

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All clues and secrets, like smoke, have vanished in the fire.

Madam Leng finally got her wish and lived happily ever after with her husband, but Yang Nianqing was still filled with sorrow, for that regrettable relationship and for their unjust deaths. She cried alone in her room for a while, which made her feel a little better, but she couldn't fall asleep, so she had to go outside.

In the garden, countless fireflies flickered like fireflies, creating a slightly noisy scene. Well-trained servants bustled about tidying up, indicating that the night would be spent in busyness and tension once again.

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Far away, under a tree, a man stood tall and composed, his hands clasped behind his back.

He was enveloped in a gentle glow, and even though it was only his back, he appeared incredibly elegant, with a subtle air of authority. He stood there quietly, and against the backdrop of the bustling crowd around him, he exuded a profound loneliness as rich as fine wine.

Yang Nianqing stood there for a moment, then slowly walked over: "Brother Nangong?"

Nangong Xue seemed taken aback, but after regaining her senses, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Xiao Nian."

Yang Nianqing knew what he was upset about, and gently comforted him, "Actually... everyone is upset, it has nothing to do with you, so don't blame yourself too much."

Nangong Xue looked at her for a moment, then gazed at the dark sky in the distance, and slowly shook her head: "To forget each other in the world of martial arts, it turns out she hasn't forgotten, she still misses Hero Chu."

Bathed in the lamplight from under the eaves, his face appeared even paler. The gentle, melancholy gaze in his phoenix eyes suddenly transformed into a complex mix of pain and sorrow, unfathomable yet heartbreaking.

He murmured, "If we hadn't come looking for them, those two wouldn't have died."

Yang Nianqing remained silent; she truly didn't know how to persuade him.

"If it weren't for us, the couple would probably still be suffering and forgetting each other. They couldn't be together in life, but they can be together in death. Perhaps they feel that's enough. Why should Brother Nangong be so sad?" A magnetic voice rang out.

It was Li You.

Nangong Xue remained motionless, gazing silently into the distance.

for a long time.

He suddenly turned around and looked at Li You: "These people didn't deserve to die. Perhaps he didn't want to kill too many, but as long as we continue to investigate, more people will surely lose their lives because of this. Brother Li, I..."

Li You sighed softly and fell silent.

"If everyone only pities others, there would be no justice in this world." The cold voice belonged to He Bi.

Volume Three explores the heart of love and the "beauty"

Updated on Shuxiang Chinese Website: 2008-02-26 10:50:38 Word Count: 4521

After the Southern Song Dynasty moved south, although the country's power declined, its commerce flourished. This period of peace and prosperity, bought with money, produced countless scenes of prosperity and tranquility. Shops lined the streets, and pedestrians thronged the streets. Peddler and laborer chatted and laughed in their haste, while fine carriages and luxury cars swaggered through the market, and the sounds of hawkers' cries filled the air.

The group of four people attracted a lot of attention.

Three men and one woman.

Yang Nianqing walked down the street, her heart heavy with displeasure. She walked very slowly, almost taking tiny steps, carefully avoiding looking down, as if afraid her feet would peek out from under her skirt. One morning, after waking up, she suddenly realized her boots were missing. Reluctantly, she had to wear her old-fashioned embroidered cloth shoes.

Along the way, nine out of ten sentences she uttered were complaints about her shoes.

Li You insisted on not letting her change into men's boots: "Seeing you walk like this, I will never forget that you are a woman."

Nangong Xue even joined in the stinginess: "If a woman wears men's shoes, people will laugh at her. Besides, women's feet are always small and delicate, how can they wear such heavy things?"

How could Yang Nianqing refute such sweet words? So, she could only mutter and sigh, swallowing her dissatisfaction, and followed the others to a restaurant.

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Faced with a table full of delicious dishes, Yang Nianqing's mood gradually improved.

Across the street, several beautiful girls were throwing flirtatious glances at the three outstanding men, but unfortunately, one of them was a god, and the other was indifferent to women, which was naturally disappointing. Although Yang Nianqing loved to join in the fun, after her two experiences in brothels, she now felt a chill run down her spine whenever she saw other men, and dared not pay any attention to them.

Fortunately, there was a "playboy" among them.

"I never expected to find such a stunning beauty here. This trip has certainly been worthwhile," the magnetic voice exclaimed.

His long eyelashes fluttered, and his gaze became even more cheerful and bright. He smiled and raised his glass to the most beautiful, youngest, and shyest girl in the building across the street, took a sip, and looked very content.

The girl, probably new to the business, immediately lowered her head in embarrassment and hid behind her fellow girls, but couldn't help stealing glances at him with her large eyes.

Nangong Xue smiled and shook her head.

Yang Nianqing immediately scoffed: "Pervert!"

Li You blinked: "The love of beauty is human nature, why should I be the only one to be guilty?"

“Yes, everyone has a love of beauty,” Yang Nianqing sneered, “but only you have a lustful heart.”

"Where have I been lustful?"