Ojos encantadores

Capítulo 62

"Steward Yan, the guards patrolling outside should remain the same as usual. Do not increase or decrease their numbers. Lead a squad of guards to stay inside the Wuyou and Wuchou rooms, and do not let anyone outside see them."

Yan Pingfei hesitated for a moment, but then, at her firm command, he clasped his hands in acceptance.

"Other captains of the martial guards, once you hear the drumbeats again, each of you should send three men out to patrol the vicinity of Yunliu Pavilion. Don't go too deep, or you'll run into Meng Yansi, and they won't be able to handle him."

"yes."

After the guards left, only Feng Yan remained in the outer room.

“Feng Yan, you and I both know very well about Meng Yansi’s people and the poison in the Eastern Region. At present, we must not move the Third Prince. The death drum will sound soon, which will force the poison in Zhu Yu’s body to flow through his heart meridian, thereby shattering his heart meridian and taking his life!”

"Feng Yan is aware of the poison of the drum sound, but the Third Prince has also transferred the poison that Princess Wuyou was poisoned into himself, so the situation is serious."

"Hmm." No wonder the poisonous blood drawn by the Azure Rainbow Sword was so deep and thick. "My Ice Rainbow Sword has medicine hidden in its hilt, but it cannot completely cure the poison in Zhu Yu's body. Therefore, there must be a sound that is calm and steady and cannot be interrupted until dawn, so that Zhu Yu can only listen to this sound."

“If any musical instrument is played now, it will surely let Meng Yansi, who is waiting outside, know that something has really happened to our master.”

Meng Yansi's martial arts are not formidable, but the poisons and venoms he controls are all-pervasive, and we don't even know where he is hiding. Currently, our master is poisoned, and we cannot afford any further mishaps.

“I have a way to deal with this, but once it starts, even I can’t move an inch, so the safety of both me and your master depends on you.”

"Feng Yan vows to protect the safety of the Third Prince and Young Master Su." Feng Yan understood.

"This method can at least delay until the second half of the night. Meng Yansi is a very cautious person. Once Zhu Yu is out of danger at dawn, everything will be much easier."

"I'll leave everything for my master to Young Master Su." Feng Yan went to guard the door.

At this moment, the piercing sound of drums echoed again in the night sky outside the window. Zhu Yu, lying on the bed, had a pale face and her eyebrows twitched in pain.

Su Shaochu helped him up from the bed, unbuttoned her clothes, took off her bodice, and wrapped his head around her bare chest, pressing his face tightly against her chest.

"Listen to my heart's voice, Third Prince. This should be the most familiar and comforting sound for you," she whispered soothingly. "Because it is the heart's voice of the one you love..."

The familiar scent and the stirring of his heart seemed to calm his disordered breathing and expression.

When he opened his eyes, his smile, tinged with wickedness and ruthlessness, was completely replaced by a burning desire when he held her. In contrast, his face, nestled against her soft breasts now, resembled that of a child clinging to its mother, drawing warmth and strength from her heartbeat and skin.

"You're making me increasingly unsure how to view you." She tore off a corner of her robe, pressed it against his neck, and pressed down on the flowing blood. "Would you do this for the safety of your daughter and subordinates?"

Otherwise, given Zhu Yu's abilities, he could have used the Lan Chi Stone to suppress the poison and then left under the protection of his subordinates; however, in order to ensure his daughter's safety, and because this method would inevitably sacrifice many people who had followed him for many years, he did not take the risk.

Seeing the bright red blood dripping onto the bedsheets and the blood dripping from her own shoulder, both from the same spot, mingling and seeping into the bedsheets.

"The Third Prince... Zhu Yu..."

Looking at the tightly closed eyes and ashen face of the person in her arms, Su Shaochu's brows furrowed with complex emotions. She had always faced him with a gentle smile and raised eyebrows, exuding royal arrogance and noble splendor. Even that sword strike from Yunfeng Xueye had made him, who was always high and mighty, consider self-destruction. When had he ever fallen like this...?

“Zhu Yu…”

Unable to discern her feelings at that moment, she only knew that as she softly called his name, her face was buried in his hair, her arms tightly wrapped around his head, and she slowly closed her eyes.

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In the hazy darkness of the night, the guards rushed back to the bamboo pavilion at the foot of the mountain to report on the situation.

"I saw that not long after Meng Yansi's drum sounded, the Third Prince came out to look at Yue Se's figure."

Are there any signs of poisoning?

"It's too far to judge, but the Third Prince seems quite at ease."

Meng Yansi pondered. "Have the guards outside made any unusual movements?"

"Reporting to Meng Yansi, everything is as usual. Only after the drums sounded again did a few guards come out to check the area, and they only went back after the drums stopped."

"Could it be that Zhu Yu has already cured his daughter of the poison?" The poison was colorless and odorless, and it would be impossible to detect it until it took effect. "When I strike the drum again in the middle of the night, if I hear a painful cry or the sound of musical instruments coming from any direction, immediately release the Blood Bat Bird."

Bloodbats will rush towards the sound of poisonous wails or musical instruments, and then collectively devour flesh to the sound of drums.

"Meng Yansi!"

A sound suddenly came from not far behind them, startling everyone. They didn't know when someone had appeared behind them.

Turning around, I saw two people dressed in Eastern Region attire, one light blue and the other dark blue, both with fine beaded veils covering half of their faces.

"What are the Xuanhong clan doing in the Central Plains?" Meng Yansi recognized the other party with his cold eyes. On the cheek not covered by the beaded veil, near the ear, there was a curved line with clouds embroidered on it, a characteristic of Ran Liu Xuanhong.

“We were sent by Consort Xi to assist you.” The man in light blue revealed the nameplate personally given to him by Consort Xi.

"The people sent by Xi Fei are wonderful. The sect has finally sent someone."

The subordinates standing nearby shouted that they had not seen anyone sent by the Moxi Cult, and everyone was afraid that they had been abandoned by the cult.

"Report what you've done." The man in blue walked past them, looking at the Cloud Flow Pavilion on the mountainside.

Just as his subordinate was about to report, Meng Yansi interrupted him.

"The Xuanhong clan members are also carrying swords, and each is dressed in one blue and one green robe. Could they be the protectors of Keluo Qizhen in the Sacred Lake Palace in the Eastern Region?"

"What is so important to Meng Yansi?" the blue-clad man asked with a sneer as he turned around.

"I just didn't expect that the famous Twin Swords of Sacred Lake in the Eastern Region would switch allegiance to Xi Fei's forces." Looking at the figure standing tall in front of him, observing the situation on the mountainside, Meng Yansi's eyes flashed with a strange light.

The legendary Twin Swords of Sacred Lake are said to possess extraordinary swordsmanship, comparable to the swordsman Feng Yan before the Third Prince. It seems he has two good helpers he can use to achieve great things.

"We're here primarily for one thing." A murderous aura slowly emanated from the blue-clad man's eyes as he squinted at Yunliu Pavilion.

"What's up?"

The sword shadow was so fast that it was almost too fast to see clearly. Before he could even turn around, its sharpness had already pierced through Meng Yansi's withered body!

His subordinates behind him exclaimed in alarm. The man in blue had already drawn his sword. The dazzling sword light flashed and slashed through the air in an instant. No one had a chance to retaliate. Even the two burly men next to Meng Yansi did not have time to draw their ring-shaped swords before their necks were slashed by the sharp edge.

"You...you...why?" Meng Yansi asked in disbelief.

"As long as Ke Luoqizhen's death is related to you, then you died without injustice!" The newcomer flicked his wrist, and in the blink of an eye, the sword was back in its sheath.

"You...you came here to...help me, yet you dared to kill me...Xi Fei...will not let you get away with this..."

The man in blue looked at his dying face and said, "You don't know that Yi Pi made a deal with the Third Prince long ago. Eliminating you and the people around you is the only price to pay."

Meng Yansi's eyes gradually lost focus, and he died unwillingly in a foreign land in the Central Plains.

"These are all poisons he carried with him."

The man in blue took out a tinderbox, lit it, and threw it directly into several small wooden boxes on the ground. He watched as the blood bats, unable to escape, were consumed by the flames and died in agony.

Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, the man in blue raised his head and stared at Yunliu Pavilion, coldly saying, "The real murderer who killed Ke Luoqi is still there."

Chapter Eleven

Under the moonlight, the melodious sound of the xiao flute lingered in the autumn breeze.

Zhu Yu slowly opened his eyes. He tried to sit up, but a strange burning sensation came from his body, and his internal energy was flowing in a somewhat chaotic manner.

"You're awake." The veil had been tied up in layers, allowing him to clearly see the elegant figure sitting leisurely on the windowsill in front of the glass window of the outer room. At this moment, she put down the long flute in her hand and rested her face on her hand, gazing at the moonlight outside the window.

Zhu Yu tried to speak, but felt a sharp pain in her throat, only then realizing that her neck was wrapped in a white cloth.

"To force out the poison from the Eastern Region, Lan Qingxuanhong cut open your neck to draw out the poisonous blood, so you can't shout for the time being." A shadowy veil shrouded the bright moonlight, his gaze fixed on that dim shadow. "Meng Yansi's death happened last night. At dawn, his and the rest of the Demon Xi Sect's bodies were found by the guards sent out on patrol that morning. It seems they killed each other. Yunliu Pavilion and everyone else are safe and sound."

He smiled faintly. He never doubted her abilities. As he sat up, a violent tremor ran through his waist, a burning sensation seemed to rise from his dantian, and a surging desire rose in his lower abdomen.

"Your poisoning is no longer a problem, and your neck injury will be much better by tomorrow morning."

She held her flute behind her back and walked leisurely toward him. Every step she took was so alluring to him at that moment that it made his throat tighten and go dry.

"Shao Chu..." The voice was hoarse, but it was a weak, breathy sound.

He wanted to hold her, to kiss her snow-white skin, to hear her moans in his arms…

After a passionate lovemaking session, Zhu Yu carried her to the bed, resting his face against her chest.

"I still remember faintly hearing this heartbeat after I was poisoned."

He gently kissed her breasts, but she simply lowered her eyes and remained silent.

“I cannot change the fact that I was born into the royal family, nor can I change anything I have ever done. No matter how bloody, cruel, or ruthless you may think it was, in that environment, I only knew these methods, and that has always been my mindset.”

“If you don’t like it, then change me. Tell me what you like and dislike, let me understand you.” He reached out and stroked her lower abdomen, a slight flutter in his heart. “Perhaps my child is already growing here. We will have a child together, and I want to feel with you what it will look like and what its personality will be.”

After becoming aware of his fatherly role model, Wuyou and Wuchou, he began to wonder what it felt like to anticipate and care for the birth and growth of a life.

Su Shaochu took a deep breath, knowing it was time to make a final decision about him.

"We...return to the capital!"

Zhu Yu suddenly raised his head.

"I promise you, I will become your third imperial consort."

"Shao Chu!" He exclaimed in disbelief, his expression turning grave. "Is this another of your schemes?"

"It seems I've made it difficult for you to believe me." She smiled bitterly, stroking his handsome face and his furrowed brows. "The only condition for becoming your imperial consort is that no matter what methods you use to arrange my identity, you must never directly say that the sixth son of the Su family is a woman."

"Shaochu, are you serious?"

He excitedly picked her up, but she cried out in pain, so Zhu Yu then lifted her onto his lap.

"Don't forget my shoulder injury."

His intense demands just now almost aggravated her shoulder injury, causing him to carefully hold her while enduring the effects of the drug.

"Why the sudden change?" After her many cunning moves, he couldn't believe it so quickly.

"I believe your feelings, and I just want to try to let go of the past and feel you..."

As she said this, she closed her eyes, and tears silently streamed down her face. A thousand thoughts were swirling in her mind, yet she knew what decision she had made.

"This decision makes you so sad?" Zhu Yu asked, wiping away her tears.

She shook her head. "There are too many things: my feelings for you since childhood, my life being sent to the borderlands by my family, and you... I no longer know how to look at these things, after all... I once only wanted to kill you..."

Zhu Yu silenced her with a kiss.

"Don't say anything that will make you cry."

"Shao Chu, have I really won you over? Do you really belong to me?"