Fragrance rises to dance

Chapter 100

Wenren Nuan suppressed a laugh and said seriously, "The scariest thing is that it's not just a male doctor."

"Oh?" Shengxiang opened her eyes wide and raised her eyebrows.

“That’s an old doctor,” Wenren Nuan said seriously.

Shengxiang choked and laughed, and He Xiaoqiu laughed so hard she almost choked. "Cough cough... That's Anuan's father. I've never seen anyone make up stories about their own father like that. She deserves to be called a brat."

Seeing him smile, Wenren Nuan felt much happier. She uncorked the medicine bottle in her hand. "That quack Ou Yunliang can't kill you or cure you. This is the 'Xuanhuang Pill' from Biluo Palace to strengthen your body and replenish your vital energy." She poured out three pills, dissolved them in water, and gave them to Shengxiang. Xiaoqiu helped cut open Shengxiang's clothes with scissors, removed the bandages, replaced them with new medicine, and wrapped them with new white cloth.

Shengxiang was being served comfortably by the two girls. He was used to being waited on, and by the time half of his wound dressing was changed, he had fallen into a deep sleep, surprisingly without the slightest suspicion of the two girls. Wenren Nuan, who was preparing the medicine, shook her head slightly upon seeing this, sighed softly, and frowned: Shengxiang's spirits were very low. His serious illness, coupled with the two wounds, had severely depleted his vital energy; it was truly beyond the help of her three "Xuanhuang Pills." Fortunately, he had been well-preserved and had a strong constitution since childhood, otherwise... he would have been beyond saving long ago. Xiaoqiu, seeing her expression, suddenly paused, "Anuan?"

Wenren Nuan asked blankly, "What?"

"What are you daydreaming about?" He Xiaoqiu waved her hand in front of her and suddenly asked, "You didn't go out for a while... and fall for him, did you?"

Wenren Nuan stared blankly at He Xiaoqiu's face, then smiled bitterly after a long while, "I didn't want to either, but what can I do when I've fallen in love?"

"Oh my god, does Xiaoyue know?" He Xiaoqiu glanced at Wenren Nuan, then at the sleeping Sheng Xiang, and whispered, "He seems to be Xiaoyue's enemy..."

“He knows,” Wenren Nuan said softly.

"What did he say?" He Xiaoqiu had no hostility toward Sheng Tun, but was curious about Wan Yuyuedan's reaction.

“I promised him that when I married him, I would forget about Shengxiang.” Wenren Nuan sighed softly, “That’s all.”

"And him?" He Xiaoqiu pointed to Shengxiang. "What did he say?"

"Him?" Wenren Nuan was puzzled for a moment, then said blankly, "How would I know about him?"

"Doesn't he love you?" He Xiaoqiu looked at Wenren Nuan with wide, curious eyes.

Wenren Nuan smiled at Sheng Tun, "Of course I don't love him."

"Then who does he love?" He Xiaoqiu's eyes widened.

“He…he probably loves…something else…” Wenren Nuan glanced at her fingers as she prepared the medicine and the instrument between them, “…little things, like everyone being happy, everyone playing together, everyone not dying, and so on…”

"What 'everyone'?" He Xiaoqiu was completely baffled, her eyes widening even further.

“‘Everyone’ means…all of them…” Wenren Nuan smiled bitterly, “all of them…the people he saw.”

He Xiaoqiu turned to glare at Wenren Nuan with wide eyes, "What do you mean?"

Wenren Nuan's smile was filled with pure bitterness. "It doesn't mean anything. Didn't we often think like this when we were kids? We hoped everyone would be happy, play together, and never die... But that's all... That's all..."

He Xiaoqiu frowned and stared blankly for a moment, seemingly pondering what it meant to "everyone be happy, everyone play together, and never die." She sighed, "Never die? I also hope I never die. How badly is he injured? Will he die?"

Xiaoqiu was still a child, yet she so easily asked the word "death." Wenren Nuan felt a chill run down her spine. "Of course he won't die," she said softly. "I will save him. Xiaoqiu, help me give him water. He's lost too much blood; he'll die if he doesn't drink."

"Yes, yes, it's strange that you're marrying Xiaoyue next month, why would I help you save Xiaoyue's rival?" He Xiaoqiu was still laughing, carefully feeding Shengxiang water with a spoon, laughing as she did so, "But he looks just like a doll, so pretty, it's impossible not to like him..."

Biluo Palace.

Wan Yuyuedan was still sitting beside the pot of "Emperor's Hemp". The fruit of "Emperor's Hemp" was gradually ripening. It looked crystal clear and very cute, and it gave off a grassy fragrance.

Xiao Yafeng came to complain that Wenren He had been acupunctured and tied up in his room. Wan Yuyue just smiled and asked Aunt Wenren to make soup for Uncle Wenren to calm his nerves, but did not mention the matter of investigating the criminal.

Yang Xiaozhong, with a sword wound clearly visible on his right chest, seemed to faintly breathe the icy air from the cold coffin on his young, cold face. Although he couldn't see clearly, he could feel it.

Wenren Nuan's condition worsened, and she often fell into a coma. Of course, he knew why her condition was deteriorating.

If Yang Xiaozhong were to be resurrected at this moment, he would surely be able to charge into battle for him, kill Li Lingyan for him, and restore the aura of the Biluo Palace to rule the world, becoming the mainstay of the Biluo Palace, which is currently suffering heavy casualties...

How could a single plant of "Emperor Hemp" save two lives? He said he wouldn't choose, but he was deeply troubled.

When he occasionally feels warm because the cold wind has stopped, he will think of some very distant things, some strange sounds, such as someone swearing that they will strip him naked to see how many tricks he is hiding, that they will set fire to his bathhouse, that they will take half of his property, that someone will go turtle fishing with him, and that someone will lie on the grass singing "I want to go back to the past, to keep the story going, so that at least I won't let you leave me again..."

I want to go back to the past.

In a daze, Wan Yuyue felt a pang of nostalgia. How wonderful it would be if she could live on that carefree journey forever? How wonderful it would be if she were still singing and playing cards on Wudang Mountain now?

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Wan Yuyue suddenly realized something, her eyes dimming slightly: given Shengxiang's injuries and condition that day, she probably wouldn't be able to get through this winter safely.

Wenren Nuan and He Xiaoqiu fed Shengxiang water and medicine, covered her with blankets, left her some light porridge, and then got up to return to Jiajing Garden. On the way, Wenren Nuan suddenly said, "Xiaoqiu, go back first and see if the palace is looking for the prisoner who kidnapped my father. I will only go back if there is no news."

He Xiaoqiu laughed and said, "I'm the one who pressed Uncle Wenren's pressure points, so I'm not afraid at all." Even so, she went back first to scout the way for Wenren Nuan.

After He Xiaoqiu left, Wenren Nuan found a quiet, snow-covered alley and looked at the sky.

It didn't snow today, and some of the snow is slowly melting; it's the coldest day yet.

The sky was clear and not overcast, a beautiful blue, but there wasn't a single swallow in sight, making it look very empty and quiet.

She slowly took off her silk-lined jacket, then untied her mink scarf, removed her cloak and padded jacket, leaving her in only a single garment as she stood gazing at the sky in the melting snow.

A gust of wind blew through the alley, and she shivered. Suddenly, she smiled slightly and softly recited a poem: "The stream flows west and then east, the autumn frost and moon shine in the fifth watch. Where are the separated phoenixes now? The twelve jade towers are empty, even more empty..."

Where are the separated phoenixes now? The twelve jade towers are empty and desolate...

It's unclear why Li Shangyin wrote this poem. She stood in that alley for a while, slowly putting her warm clothes back on. Although she was dressed warmly, a bluish-red tinge still lingered on her pale cheeks, never fading.

"Anuan, Anuan, what are you doing standing here? It's freezing! I've been looking everywhere for you! It's okay, Xiaoyue isn't mad at you, go home quickly..."

She was pulled back to Jiajing Garden by He Xiaoqiu with a smile, and developed a high fever that night.

Given her frail constitution, the illness struck suddenly and quickly; within two hours, she was terminally ill and on the verge of death.