Urbaner Blumentraum - Kapitel 123
Liu Yue smiled and nodded. Sigh! This child is so cute when he's being silly, so...easy to fool...
"Alright then! I'll guess!"
"Guess! Guess!" Zhu Huihui urged. Thinking to herself, whatever you guess, I'll say it's wrong!
Liu Yue smiled and said, "I guess you're thinking about your mother."
Zhu Huihui immediately shook her head vigorously and said, "Of course not! Why would I want to think about her for no reason!"
Liu Yue asked in surprise, "How could this be wrong?"
Zhu Huihui said gruffly, "Of course that's wrong! What does my mother have to think about!"
Liu Yue repeatedly expressed her regret, saying, "I've spread the pattern on your arm throughout the martial arts world through various channels, hoping your mother would see it and come looking for you. Alas! Who knew you wouldn't care about that at all!"
Jianghu Sky is Clear II 12 2009-08-20 13:08 Zhu Huihui tightly shut her mouth. Although she really wanted to ask clearly, she thought that asking would mean losing, so she finally insisted on not speaking.
Liu Yue asked, "So, what are you thinking about?"
Zhu Huihui's eyes darted around as she said, "I have so many things on my mind. Like what to eat for breakfast tomorrow, why the people from the Blood Pavilion were killed, whether Song Xiaobei died in the cabin, and whether the great hero's eyes have been healed..."
Liu Yue's face darkened slightly, and she interrupted, "Alright, alright! You don't need to think about it anymore, I give up!"
Zhu Huihui immediately jumped up, grinning from ear to ear: "Great! Let's go sign the indenture!" She pulled him away.
Oh dear! This child has suddenly become shrewd again; he even knows about indentures! Liu Yue was quite troubled: "Well, we don't need to sign this, do we?"
"Sign it! Sign it!" Zhu Huihui said immediately. Otherwise, what if you back out?
Liu Yue took her hand and patted it gently. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a noise. He turned around abruptly and looked back. He saw a fast boat sailing on the lake, and a person standing under the boat's lantern.
Zhu Huihui saw the figure in the bright red python robe and with the pale face from afar and exclaimed, "Ah! It's Steward Qin!"
Chief Steward Qin leaped across the waves and knelt on one knee: "Greetings, Young Prince!"
Liu Yue's face was ashen: "What is it?"
Steward Qin dared not raise his head and said, "The Prince summons you back to the manor!"
Liu Yue narrowed her eyes slightly, remained silent for a moment, and then gave a soft "Oh".
He looked at Zhu Huihui with eyes full of reluctance: "Huihui, I have to go home for a while, I'm afraid I won't be able to go to Hidden Spirit Island with you."
Zhu Huihui glanced at Steward Qin, wanting to say something but holding back. Finally, she said with a sigh, "Brother Liuyue, don't worry, it's very close to Hidden Spirit Island. I'll be there soon."
Liu Yue nodded slightly and gave a few instructions. The speedboat and the dragon boat moved closer together. The two hall masters of Fengxue City carried the unconscious Song Xiaobei to the speedboat, and Zhu Huihui also moved over.
The two boats passed each other and sailed away. Liu Yue stood under the palace lantern at the bow of the boat, waving goodbye to Zhu Huihui from afar.
Zhu Huihui watched from afar as that warm orange-yellow hue quickly blended into the night. She felt nothing but deep regret. If that damned eunuch had arrived even a little later, she could have forced Brother Liuyue to put his fingerprint on the contract of indenture. Now, well, the cooked duck had flown away…
The Sky is Clear in Jianghu II 13 2009-08-20 13:36 Hidden Spirit Island, a quiet room.
Feng Xuese sat peacefully on the couch, her eyelids lightly closed. Silver needles, tinged with a deathly gray color, were inserted into acupoints such as Yintang, Zanzhu, Yuyao, Sizhukong, Taiyang, Qiuhou, Tongziliao, Sibai, Chengqi, and Qingming.
Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating his face, and a fine layer of sweat glistened on his smooth forehead.
Mr. Chen lit a wisp of medicinal floss and handed it to Madam Wan. While twisting the needle, she used the floss to fumigate the needle's tip, forcing the medicinal power through the hollow silver needle and into the snow-white eye muscles—this was the seventh day of her treatment for Maple Snow. On the first day, the silver needle turned black immediately after being inserted into the acupoints. After seven days of detoxification, the silver needle had darkened, but the grayish-white tinge remained, indicating that the residual poison could not be extracted.
Chen Muwan felt a pang of heartache and gently wiped the sweat from Feng Xue's forehead with a handkerchief. The muscles around the eyes are extremely delicate and sensitive; one could tell how painful this method of extracting poison with silver needles was just by looking at the beads of sweat on his forehead.
In the past few days, under his mother's skillful hands, Young Master Xiye has almost fully recovered, and Young Master Yan's injuries to his bones and tendons have also greatly improved. Given time, they will be able to fully recover, and even their martial arts skills will not be greatly affected.
Only with Young Master Feng, his mother seemed to have absolutely no confidence in his eyesight...
"Father, Mother, has Young Master Feng's eyes improved?" Chen Muwan couldn't help but ask.
Mr. Chen remained silent. Mrs. Wan, while removing the snow-white silver needles from Feng's face, sighed, "The poison in Young Master Feng's eyes is extremely potent, and it has been there for a long time, penetrating deep into the body. Currently, we can only use hollow silver needles to probe the acupoints around his eyes, slowly drawing out the poison and introducing medication through the needle. Only after the poison is completely removed can we decide on the next treatment method. As for whether his sight can be restored, that remains to be seen..."
Chen Muwan looked somber. Feng Xuese, however, remained composed and said calmly, "Madam, you need not worry about me. My eyes—" He stopped abruptly after saying only a few words, turning his head slightly to listen to the footsteps approaching from afar.
There were about three people approaching, and their footsteps were different. Two of them had heavy steps, but they were heavy but not clumsy, as if they were people with excellent lightness skills carrying heavy objects. The third person was jumping and skipping, and his steps were messy and chaotic. His feet seemed to be rooted to the ground, and his movements were light, restless, and his skills were almost non-existent.
However, the sound of those messy footsteps was the one he knew best, so familiar that he blurted out without even thinking, "Huihui!" A surge of joy welled up in his heart; the child had finally returned!
Sure enough, Zhu Huihui's voice came from outside the quiet room: "Granny Ding, is the hero here?"
Granny Ding, the housekeeper of Hidden Spirit Island, had been standing outside, waiting for the young master to deliver a message. At this moment, she said respectfully, "Miss, Mr. Chen, Madam Wan, and Miss Mu are currently treating the young master's injuries. I'm afraid it's not appropriate to disturb them!"
Feng Xuese smiled slightly: "Grandma Ding, let Huihui in!"
Before Granny Ding could answer, Zhu Huihui shouted, "Yes! Great hero!"
He pushed the door open and his first words upon entering were: "Madam, help!"
Behind her followed closely the two hall masters of Maple Snow City, who were carrying a stretcher.
The person on the stretcher had turned purplish-black, their skin so swollen it was almost reflective. Despite it being the height of summer, a layer of pale frost covered their skin, making them appear at first glance like a frosted eggplant. It was impossible to tell whether they were alive or dead, or even whether they were male or female.
Madam Wan's expression suddenly changed. Without even asking a question, she flicked her delicate hand and five silver needles were already between her fingers, which she gently inserted into the man's fingertips.
The man's fingers were swollen like radishes. As soon as the five needles were inserted, five streams of purplish-black blood gushed out. Even though the two stretcher-bearers were quick to dodge, a few drops of blood were sprayed onto their hands and faces.
Madam Wan's fingernails gleamed like lightning as she pierced the acupoints one after another, her accuracy flawless even through clothing. With each movement, blood gushed from several points all over the man's body, and he deflated like a punctured balloon, turning from a plump eggplant into a raisin in no time, as if all his vital essence had been expelled.