Traditionelle Chinesische Medizin - Kapitel 56
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Someone walked past me.
He didn't notice Yang Nianqing; it was as if she were invisible. But Yang Nianqing recognized her at a glance—it was none other than the young Old Man Ren!
"Wuyi, it's getting late, you should rest early."
"With such a beautiful moon, I can't sleep even if I try, so I might as well go for a walk."
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With a loud shout of "Who?", a cold laugh followed as expected.
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That magnificent and captivating red shadow reappeared on the rooftop, still so radiant, dazzling, dignified, passionate, and breathtaking, almost suffocating.
Yang Nianqing was completely speechless; she could practically recite the rest of the lines by heart.
"You can still sleep?"
"Yun'er!"
"I thought you had long forgotten this name... If you wanted to avoid me, why didn't you go further away? Twelve years... It's Mid-Autumn Festival again, but there's no moon... Twelve years, Bai Wuyi, how can you still sleep?"
"Afraid to see me? What are you afraid of? You've lived in Zhenmo Pavilion for over twenty years, and now you're afraid to even mention it?"
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"Yun'er, I wronged you back then. If you want to kill me now, I will have no complaints. I only ask that you not ask any more questions, okay?"
"Kill you? Give me back my life... So you had it all planned out. It's a good deal indeed. One death and you don't have to worry about anything anymore."
"I……"
"Tell me, what would I do with two lives!"
"Two lives?" she asked in surprise.
"Twelve years ago, on Mid-Autumn Festival, at Zhenmo Pavilion, five days after Brother Bai and I broke off our engagement, you don't even remember?"
Mid-Autumn Festival?
"Yes... Mid-Autumn Festival, no moon, you've really forgotten all about it..."
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"You...you that day..."
"You finally remembered?"
"Twelve years ago... Mid-Autumn Festival... Pillow Ink Pavilion... Could it be that Xiao Bi, that day..."
"Uncle Ren, you don't know it's me."
"What have I done!" The old man slumped back down to the ground. "So that's how it is! Little Bi, that day, that day actually..."
With a loud crash, the stone table, which was over a meter tall, collapsed as expected.
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"Yun'er, I was wrong back then. Now, how can I appease the hatred in your heart?"
Even if you die, my hatred will never be extinguished!
"Yun'er, I..."
"You deserve to die, you and she both deserve to die! Yes, you both have to die! I'll grant your wish, I'll take your life first, and then I'll let you recognize each other on the road to the underworld."
He leaped forward and pounced.
"No! Yun'er, even if you kill me, I will have no complaints, I only beg you to spare me..."
"I've kept her alive for over ten years, just waiting for you to die so I can be buried with you!"
"Yun'er! Listen to me!" He blocked her jade-like hands again. "If you really kill her, even in the afterlife, your second brother and I will never forgive you."
"In twelve years, you haven't done anything for her, so why bother remembering her?"
"Yun'er, please, I'm begging you."
"You'll talk after you're dead!"
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The jade palm reached out and then stopped.
"Want to die? Not so easy! Don't forget you still owe me an explanation. Now that you're not even afraid of death, it's time to tell me."
"Yun'er..." (7e)
"Why is that?"
"I……"
"Tell me!" she grabbed his arms. "Even if you die, you have to explain yourself first... Tell me, why, why did you do that... Why? What about the words you said to me back then? I endured the humiliation of breaking off the engagement, why did you still do that?"
silence.
"You won't tell me? Or are you still unwilling to tell me?"
"I kill you!"
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Yang Nianqing covered her mouth, watching with trepidation. She remembered that the show had stopped right after it reached this point last time. Would it stop this time as well?
Luckily, it didn't stop.
Unfortunately, those palms still landed squarely on someone.
It's not Bai Wuyi.
Bai Wuyi was dressed in a blue robe, while the one who pushed him away and took the blow for him was a slightly older, more handsome man in white, who was less refined but more dashing.
"Second Brother!"
Old Man Ren was also shocked and rushed over to hug him: "Second Young Master, you..."
Second Young Master? So he must be Bai Wufeng, the Bai Erxia who broke off his engagement with Yun Biyue. Yang Nianqing was secretly puzzled; it turned out that Bai Erxia really did take a blow for his younger brother.
Bai Wuyi said urgently, "Uncle Ren, quickly help Second Brother inside to heal his injuries!"
Unexpectedly, Bai Wufei smiled slightly, pushed away Old Man Ren's hand, and said softly, "No need, Uncle Ren, please let me say a few words to Yun'er."
Bai Wuyi's expression changed: "We can talk after you've recovered!"
It looks like he's about to make a move.
"No memory!" Bai Wufei coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood. "So that's how it is. There are some things I must explain to Yun'er today, otherwise, I will not find peace even in death."
Old Man Ren cried out, "Second Young Master!"
"Second Brother..." Bai Wuyi glanced at Yun Biyue, gritted her teeth, and turned her face away.
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Yun Biyue seemed stunned: "Second Brother!"
"Yun'er." His face, even more handsome than Bai Wuyi's, was deathly pale, as white as paper and as white as snow. Bathed in the cold moonlight, it presented a sickly beauty.
“Yun’er, it’s my fault,” he frowned and took a few breaths. “Now, I don’t ask for your forgiveness, I only ask that you stop blaming Wuyi.”
After a while.
Yun Biyue also shed tears and murmured, "Second brother... I didn't want to kill you. You meant well. I didn't blame you. Why did you do this..."
Yun Biyue was surprised that she didn't blame Bai Erxia for breaking off the engagement, but was even grateful to him.
Bai Wufeng panicked: "No, Yun'er..."
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
Old Man Ren cried out in anguish, "Second Young Master!"
"Listen to me, it's my fault, it's all my fault," he struggled to push away the hand that was supporting him, his face full of pain and guilt, "It has nothing to do with Wuyi, it's my fault!"
"Second Brother!" Bai Wuyi finally couldn't hold back anymore, "You...stop talking!"
Yun Biyue lowered her head and murmured, "Second brother, I know you broke off the engagement for my own good. I really didn't want to kill you. I'm sorry..."
As she spoke, she suddenly raised her head again, her face filled with hatred: "Once I kill him, I will definitely repay you with my life. You know, I can never forgive him!"
Bai Wufei shook his head: "No, it's not his fault, it's mine, it's actually me..."
At this point, he could no longer continue and closed his eyes.
Bai Wuyi gritted her teeth and said, "Second Brother, there's no need to say anything!"
"Second Young Master!" (14)
Yun Biyue was also stunned, a look of confusion on her face: "You..."
for a long time.
He suddenly opened his eyes, stared straight at Yun Biyue, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhenmo Pavilion!"
Yun Biyue was shocked and stared at him in disbelief.
He gave a bitter laugh and said, word by word, "Mid-Autumn Festival - Pillow Ink Pavilion!"
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Bai Wuyi finally turned her face away, no longer looking at the two of them.
Bai Wufei seemed to have spoken a major truth, and the strength supporting his entire body vanished instantly. He collapsed to the ground, his expression a mixture of laughter and tears: "Yun'er, do you understand?"
Yun Biyue seemed to be infatuated.
“No… I don’t understand,” she shook her head blankly, slowly backing away, “No… I don’t…”
“I…I didn’t know at the time that Uncle Ren was keeping it from me,” Bai Wufeng said, his expression sorrowful, but his complexion had improved considerably, showing signs of a final burst of energy before death. “Now that I’m dying at your hands, I’m content. I only ask that you not blame Wuyi anymore; he didn’t know…”
Yun Biyue seemed not to hear these words, lost in thought.
"Yun'er," her voice had softened considerably, "Second brother has one more request of you: spare her... Even if you hate me, she is innocent. For so many years, I didn't know..."
"No……"