He knew that his aunt had grown up in the mountains and was completely ignorant of worldly affairs. She would usually snatch and possess anything she liked.
If this continues, it will inevitably lead to a major mistake.
Luo Shuiliu refused and flew into a rage, pointing at Leng Wushuang and shouting, "Only if Wushuang refuses will I stop embracing him."
She pouted and looked at Wushuang.
Leng Wushuang was filled with torment. He lowered his eyes and thought for a long time. Then, he slowly reached out and pried apart Wu Shilang's hand, one finger at a time, which was hanging on his arm.
“I don’t like being touched.” His voice was cold and indifferent.
An indescribable bitterness filled Wu Shilang's heart. With tears welling up in her eyes, she watched with immense grievance as Leng Wushuang broke off her fingers one by one.
With each piece I break off, my heart aches a little more.
Before Wushuang could even touch the last finger, it fell to the ground on its own, and crystal tears instantly streamed down her face. She gasped for breath, her large eyes shining brightly with tears.
She remained silent, sulking, staring at Leng Wushuang.
Leng Wushuang felt a pang of pain in her heart from her gaze, so she gritted her teeth, turned her face away, and walked to the front with a flick of her sleeve.
“Wushuang,” Luo Shuiliu hopped over, hooked her arm around his, and said with a grin, “If you want to save her, I will.”
"Yes, you should save her."
They were a perfect match, one black and one white, the other handsome and the other charming.
Isoro stood there blankly, a gust of wind carrying away the tears on her face. Now, she couldn't even shed a single tear; she just stood there, suddenly overwhelmed with self-loathing.
"Fifty, let's go." Luo Jinfeng was silent for a long time before suddenly saying, "He only did this to heal your injuries."
"Hmm," Igarashi responded in a muffled voice.
She understood everything, but her heart was aching terribly.
Chapter Nineteen: The Darkness Before Dawn.
Luo Shuiliu was eager to return to Luoxia Manor, and although Wushilang was unwilling, he still followed her because of Leng Wushuang.
"I don't like being with her. I want to share a courtyard with Wushuang," Luo Shuiliu instructed as soon as he entered the manor.
Luo Jinfeng turned around and looked at the haggard-looking Wu Shilang, sighed, and said, "This is not reasonable, Aunt."
"Those rules of etiquette are to me like..." Luo Shuiliu's eyes darted around, and he said with a grin, "...the vital energy of the human body."
Leng Wushuang turned around and silently looked at Wushilang. Just one glance made his heart clench, and heartache quickly spread to every part of his body. In just three days, she had become so haggard and weak.
Her chin became increasingly pointed, her face even smaller, and she looked deeply tired. Her once bright and lively eyes had lost their usual sparkle.
He hardened his heart, turned his head away, and refused to look at her. (Typed by Orange Garden Maple Blossom Blood Moon)
"Anyway, I've arranged a courtyard for each of you. Everyone is very close together, so if anything happens, you can just visit each other." Luo Jinfeng looked at the haggard-looking Wu Shilang, his tone becoming firm.
Luo Shuiliu could only purse her lips, skipping and hopping as she took Wushuang's arm, and said with a grin, "Wushuang, let's..." She rolled her eyes, looked at Wushilang, and said, "Let's study the circumstances of her poisoning in private."
Since it concerned Wushilang, Leng Wushuang immediately became extremely alert, subtly snatched the sleeve from her hand, and nodded, saying, "Okay."
"No!" Igor suddenly exclaimed angrily, her body trembling slightly with excitement and her face flushed. "I don't want her to treat me."
Seeing Wushuang and Luoshui Liu spending more and more time together each day, Wushilang's anger grew stronger and stronger.
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Over the days, the number of people gathering increased until it finally erupted.
"Fifty-Lang!" Leng Wushuang frowned, her voice carrying a reprimand.
Filled with grievance, Isoro angrily retorted, "It's my own body, I can make my own decisions. I don't need you to be so hypocritical and try to please her. I hate her, I hate her..."
Her emotions grew increasingly agitated, and a sharp pain spread from her arm, piercing her heart along her meridians. She bent over in pain, and through her blurred vision, she saw Leng Wushuang's figure rapidly approaching.
“Fifty…” His voice was so urgent, filled with heartache, and for the first time he lost his composure and calmness, trembling slightly.
"I hate you even more for this!" Igoro's vision went black, and he fainted.
Luo Jinfeng frowned, a hint of anger flashing across his jade-like face. He turned around and said angrily, "Auntie, are you just going to stand by and do nothing?"
His eyes held a deep heartache and reluctance that made Luo Shuiliu tremble. Then, she smiled knowingly and said, "Alright, for your sake."
She skillfully took out her acupuncture needles and inserted them into Isoro's temple. Isoro groaned, but did not wake up.
"Is she seriously injured?" Leng Wushuang's eyes were filled with panic, and she held Wu Shilang tightly in her arms.
"Of course it's serious."
Luo Shuiliu lifted Wushilang's sleeve and pointed to the black lines spreading up her arm, saying, "Look, the Gu poison can no longer be controlled. It is spreading along her meridians. If one day it reaches her heart, then her death will be imminent."
She spoke casually, yet both men turned pale at the same time.
"Do you have any way to save her?" Leng Wushuang asked, her face pale.
"Not at the moment, I can only restrain myself."
Luo Shuiliu took out a bottle of pills and said, "One pill a day will stop the poison from spreading. During this time, I can try to prepare her antidote, but I have some conditions!"
She rolled her eyes and said with a grin.
"What are your requirements?" Leng Wushuang's eyes were as dark as ink, unfathomable, but now he had calmed down.
Luo Shuiliu bit her lip, slightly embarrassed, and said, "I want you to be my husband, and I want you to break off all ties with her."
Leng Wushuang gritted his teeth and remained silent, tightening his grip on Fifty Lang in his arms, causing him to frown and let out a soft groan.
Should you or shouldn't you?
Luo Jinfeng frowned and was about to interject when Luo Shuiliu glared at him fiercely and said, "Don't interfere in my affairs. Otherwise, I would rather die than save this girl."
Knowing her aunt's temper well, Luo Jinfeng could only hold back her words and stand quietly to the side with a frown.
"Okay, I agree!" Leng Wushuang replied through gritted teeth after a moment.
"That's good. Here's the pill for you. Give it to her yourself and make sure she cuts off all her hopes completely." Luo Shuiliu was very pleased with herself, patting her dress and smiling sweetly.
Leng Wushuang gripped the white porcelain medicine bottle tightly in his large hand, remaining in a half-kneeling position for a long time. He silently gazed at Wu Shilang in his arms, and finally gritted his teeth and picked her up in his arms.
He walked very, very slowly, as if trying to hold onto this last tender moment.
"There is only laughter for the new, but no weeping for the old." Wu Shilang sighed deeply, resting his chin on his hand. He looked at the two people strolling in the garden. The woman was dressed in white, as graceful as a startled swan. Wherever she stood, she was like the goddess Luo reincarnated. The man was dressed in black robes embroidered with lotus flowers. He was incomparably handsome, but his face was cold, and the air around him seemed frozen.
"Fifty, can you stand to watch this?" Luo Jinfeng casually peeled the melon seeds, handed the kernels to her, and Fifty took them, piled them into a handful with her small hands, swallowed them in one gulp, and smiled.
"Why wouldn't I like to look at them? Handsome men and beautiful women are pleasing to the eye and are also very helpful for my healing."
She was all smiles, but her complexion grew paler and paler. When the sunlight shone on her, even her lips were pale white, making her look like an extremely fragile glass doll.
"Wushuang, look how beautiful that wintersweet is. Could you pick it for me?" Luo Shuiliu's eyes darted around, and when she saw Wushilang smiling and eating melon seeds in the pavilion, she couldn't help but feel annoyed.
Leng Wushuang remained silent, her expression calm and composed. Upon hearing Luo Shuiliu's words, she turned around with her hands behind her back and said, "If you like, you can pick them yourself."
Luo Shuiliu was furious and stomped her foot, saying, "We're going to be husband and wife, how can you not even grant me this little wish?"
The more coquettish she acted, the colder Leng Wushuang's eyes became.
He curled his lips coldly and said disdainfully, "Does being husband and wife mean I have to obey you in everything?" He snorted and paced back and forth, looking up at the pavilion.
Isoro immediately became excited, stood up, and waved his hands frantically.
Her smile was weak, and even when she was excited, she could no longer blush. Leng Wushuang felt a pang in her heart, silently watched her for a moment, and forced herself to turn her head away.
I suddenly remembered the time we parted ways a few days ago.
That afternoon, the sky was clear and the sun shone warmly on the entire courtyard.
"Wu Shilang, from now on, I will be closer to Luo Shuiliu." Leng Wushuang's voice was low, but her gaze was fixed on a certain place outside the courtyard, as if a small flower had grown there that she couldn't help but look at.
"Hmm." Isoro sat there quietly, his lips pale.
"If I were closer to her..." he began hesitantly, his voice trembling with difficulty, unable to continue.
“Yes, I know. If you get close to her, you won’t be able to stay by my side often.” Wu Lang took over his words, her face calm, her eyes deep. For the first time, Leng Wushuang couldn’t guess what she was thinking.
"But did you consult with me before making any decisions?" Igarashi seemed to be talking to himself, his tone indifferent.
"Perhaps what I want is not what you ask for."
Leng Wushuang's heart skipped a beat, and she raised her head blankly, her dark, bright eyes filled with confusion.
"However, since you've made your decision, I will respect it." She seemed to have matured a lot overnight.
"After getting close to her, do you still want to marry her and have children with her?" She smiled bitterly, her eyes fixed on Leng Wushuang, hoping he would shake his head.
"Yes." Leng Wushuang gritted her teeth and replied coldly. Most of the warmth in her heart was completely sucked out with this one "yes".
"Ah, I see." Isoro suddenly jumped out of bed and continued with a smile, "Actually, she's not bad either. She's prettier than me and more capable than me. You and her are a match made in heaven."
Leng Wushuang stood there blankly, her eyes filled with tears, conveying despair and the pain of a dilemma.
Wu Shilang sniffed, nonchalantly patted the hem of his clothes, and chuckled with a grin: "At the very least, I'm a martial arts alliance leader, I can't just cry like that. So, could you please leave before I start crying?" She spoke so casually, and as she laughed, she blinked, her long eyelashes already glistening with tiny, translucent teardrops, making her smile appear even more fragile.
Leng Wushuang's heart clenched, and it felt as if an invisible hand was kneading and tearing at her heart.
He gritted his teeth, his handsome face contorted with pain, and finally walked out silently.
Isoro covered his mouth with his small hands. Although he knew that everything was strange, he couldn't be at ease. Tears welled up in his eyes and swayed back and forth.
She dared not laugh, nor dared to move, for fear that if she were not careful, her tears would find a reason to flow.
"Five pairs, I'll only wait a month for you."
As the door closed, Isoro's tears finally slid slowly down his nose.
"Young Master Luo, why do your trees have different leaves every day?" Wu Shilang squatted under the maple tree full of golden sycamore leaves and asked very seriously.
Luo Jinfeng frowned, tilted his head to look, and sure enough, all the red maple trees in the manor had suddenly sprouted paulownia leaves. He couldn't help but get furious and asked, "Who arranged the bonsai in the manor today?"
His anger caused a servant in black to stand before him with his head bowed, looking uneasy.
"Do you think I'm illiterate? Huh? Why would a maple tree grow sycamore leaves?"
"Because the young master said yesterday that he hoped to see the golden twilight of autumn." The servant was terrified and didn't dare to lift his head.
"In the golden late autumn, you're going to give me a sycamore leaf?" Luo Jinfeng's tone grew increasingly gentle, carrying the premonition of a storm.