Wine and Frost

Chapter 21

Even though everyone thought the general's wife was dead, Ling Xuehan didn't believe it.He firmly believed in the one-year agreement, and went back and forth between Jiangnan and Chang'an, just to find that bamboo house that no one else believed in.

His Fu Xiaoshuang will be there, recovering well and waiting for him.

When Ling Xuehan went to that forest this time, he saw a strange boy who was chopping bamboos with a sword.The young man was wearing plain snow clothes. He was very tall. He looked like he had just turned twenty. His skin was delicate and smooth, and his long black hair was thick.With bright red lips, he is an extremely handsome young man, but his face is cold, his eyes are as cold as inorganic ice water.

"I can't get in." The young man suddenly said, then raised his face, still with the same indifferent look, but his eyes were horrifying, "You?"

A slight illusion flashed in Ling Xuehan's mind, if he could really break the hexagram formation, he would definitely be forced to break the formation by the young man in front of him.

Too bad he can't.

He shook his head, but said helplessly, "I searched for a year, but found nothing."

The young man withdrew his gaze, and after a while, the young man turned his face and looked at Ling Xuehan expressionlessly, "You've seen him before."

Not an interrogative sentence, but an affirmative sentence.

"Who are you referring to?"

The young man pondered for a moment, as if remembering something interesting, the corners of his cool lips slightly raised a mocking arc, "A dwarf."

"..." Ling Xuehan.

"Doctor Mo?" Ling Xuehan rubbed his chin, and looked at the young man with some doubts in his eyes, "Who are you?"

"It has nothing to do with you." The boy's voice was the same as his own, extremely cold.After a while, he added coldly, "I'm his younger brother."

Whether it's true or not, it's definitely not from your own birth, otherwise how can you not even break this hexagram formation.Ling Xuehan secretly slandered.

The moment he raised his eyes and closed them, the boy had disappeared without a trace.

Ling Xuehan frowned secretly, this man's martial arts might be unfathomable.

He still had nothing to gain from this trip, but it was less than half a month away from the one-year appointment.He hurried back to Chang'an.

In the eyes of others this year, Ling Xuehan is probably no different from a lunatic who lost his mind.Everyone in the world said that Fu Shuang had died in Jiangnan, but he didn't believe it.Only when I dream back at midnight when I see things and think about people, will the piercing pain spread to my limbs little by little.

He is only 27 years old, and the white hair on his temples has grown long.In the eyes of others, this distraught appearance is hard to say anything else.

He locked all those paintings in the cabinet in the secret room and locked them.And the key to the lock was buried in the soil not far from Wei Qie's grave.

Fu Miao originally hated him for provoking her younger brother because someone else was in her heart, but even he couldn't blame him for what Ling Xuehan did this year.It's just that he still hates and hurts, his younger brother, after a year, will he really come back?

Although he felt that it was unrealistic, he still waited with Wei Lin in the general's mansion from sunrise to sunset.

The twilight was sinking, and the setting sun was like the last glimmer of despair, taking away the last bit of brilliance from Ling Xuehan's eyes.

Fu Miao couldn't take it anymore, so she pulled Ling Xuehan who was standing outside the door, who was almost in sedation.

"Ling Xuehan, don't be crazy!" Fu Miao pulled Ling Xuehan's collar fiercely, and said sharply, "Who would believe the nonsense you said about meeting two tall people at the foot of the mountain? Who else would believe it except you?" ?”

Wei Lin immediately rushed to pull the two of them away.

"Fu Miao, let go!"

"Wei Lin, do you want to let your good brother become this walking corpse?" Fu Miao yelled, the sadness of losing his brother and all kinds of resentment spread in his heart. .

Ling Xuehan didn't make any reaction, and let him push and push, as if her whole heart died with the setting sun that was fading away.He just replied indifferently, "I was poisoned by dove poison. If it wasn't for the help of an expert, do you really think I can recover without medicine?"

"You!" Fu Miao gritted her teeth tightly, but the strength in her hand was a little loose.

Suddenly there was a sound of jingling bells in the distance, and it seemed to be the sound of a donkey braying.

Ling Xuehan's sunken eyes turned to a gleam again, he broke free from Fu Miao's hand, and rushed out in three steps at a time.

It was a very ridiculous scene. Behind the howling little donkey was a dilapidated little carriage.

A boy in a goose-yellow shirt and a felt hat was sitting outside the carriage, waving a small whip in his hand to drive the donkey.

Ling Xuehan narrowed his eyes slightly for a moment.

That person is Mo Xinliang.

The donkey cart wobbled to a stop at the General's Mansion, and Mo Xinliang jumped off abruptly, turning his neck on the spot as if exercising his muscles.

"Ahem, here we are, get off the bus."

Ling Xuehan's eyes were fixed on the carriage all the time, and her breathing fluctuated with the flapping of the door curtain.

The one who opened the door curtain was a slender white hand, with a string of red coral beads on the wrist, and the purple veil was flowing out of the dust.

Lin Peiyan was actually pretending to be a woman. He drew slanted eyeliner and raised his eyes slightly. His beautiful face, which is as beautiful as peaches and plums, did not violate the appearance of a woman. Instead, he showed a very beautiful and prosperous expression. gorgeous.

Ling Xuehan's heart suddenly sank.

Why not Fu Shuang.

Wei Lin and Fu Miao also followed from behind.

Suddenly, another hand stretched out from the carriage, and gently lifted the door curtain.

Ling Xuehan's eyes recovered in an instant.

Although the people who got off the car were still weak, their previous sickness was gone.Small and straight nose, still pale and delicate face, light lips, a pair of smiling almond eyes, but no longer the sickness that has been lingering around the side, and the smiling face is full of radiance.

It was his Fu Xiaoshuang.

Fu Shuang just got out of the carriage, and before she could stand still, the tall figure in front of her grabbed her wrist and pulled her into her arms.

He hurriedly raised his face and raised his eyes.

The man buried his head in his neck, and his hands around his waist were restrained.His shoulders trembled slightly, as if he was laughing or crying.

It seemed like a long time before Ling Xuehan raised his head, stretched out his hand to fix the back of Fu Shuang's neck, ran his fingertips through the black hair, lowered his head, pressed Fu Shuang's head, and kissed Fu Shuang's face.

He didn't have time to see the surprised faces of Lin Peiyan and Mo Xinliang who hesitated to speak.

He didn't have time to see Fu Shuang's almond eyes widened in shock.

Fu Shuang's body trembled slightly as if she was slightly resisting, but Ling Xuehan mistakenly thought that Fu Shuang was shy, so she hugged her a little tighter, deepening the deep kiss of the long-lost reunion.

He kissed for a long time until he felt that Fu Xiaoshuang in his arms was out of breath, and then he let go of the restraint.

Before he had time to speak, he was pushed hard by Fu Shuang who managed to regain his composure and stood firm.

Although not pushed.

He grabbed Fu Shuang's hand on his chest and turned his head slightly, seemingly puzzled.

Fu Shuang looked flusteredly at Mo Xinliang and Lin Peiyan, then at Fu Miao and Wei Lin, and finally looked up at Ling Xuehan timidly.He kept trying to withdraw his hand, but Ling Xuehan held it extremely tightly.

"You, let go." Fu Shuang seemed to muster up a lot of courage, and pushed Ling Xuehan's chest with the other hand, her face was full of fear and resistance, "I...I don't know you! Let's go!" , go away."

When Fu Shuang finished injecting the needle and his wrist fell on the mattress and his breathing gradually weakened, both Mo Xinliang and Lin Peiyan were suffocated.

Fortunately, Mo Xinliang reached out to check Fu Shuang's breath and pulse, and she was still alive.

It's okay, I just can't wake up.

Although the body is still alive and well, the consciousness has never been restored.

Fu Shuang just lay quietly on the small wooden bed, not eating or drinking, but miraculously alive.

Fu Shuang had been in such a coma for eight months before waking up.He lay on his back on the bed alone, staring at the ceiling.

He can see.

Fu Shuang bent the corners of her mouth and sat up with her elbows that had not been moved for too long.Just as Lin Peiyan opened the door and came in, he was surprised and delighted to find that he had woken up.

The first thing he said when he woke up was that he was so hungry. Lin Peiyan couldn't help but rubbed his hair and cooked him a pot of thick millet porridge.

He just woke up, his stomach is still very fragile, he can't eat too greasy food, millet porridge is just right.Ling Xuehan explained that Fu Shuang likes to eat sweets, so Lin Peiyan added more sugar when cooking porridge.

Fu Shuang held the porridge bowl and drank it mouthful, and only started talking after a few minutes of fullness.

"Brother Xiaoyan's porridge is very delicious."

Lin Peiyan took the empty bowl and said with a smile, "Why do you think your mouth is getting sweet, I'll get you another bowl."

"Ah."

When Fu Shuang sat on the bed bored and looked out the window, Mo Xinliang came over to give him his pulse.

The baby-faced boy nodded in amazement, "I am indeed skilled in medicine, and I have cured such a difficult poison."

Fu Shuang could only nod with a hmm, yes, yes.

"But your body is still weak." Mo Xinliang pointed his finger at his chin, which seemed to be his personal habit.

"So what's in your life, I can still fix it for you." Thinking of this, Mo Xinliang slightly raised an eyebrow at Fu Shuang and smiled, "Cure you sooner and take you to your General Ling to get it sooner." Consultation fee~"

But Fu Shuang was stunned and confused when he heard this, he asked in a soft voice, "General Ling, who is it?"

Lin Peiyan, who was pushing the door in with the porridge in his hand, felt unsteady and broke the porridge bowl.

Fu Shuang remembered that Mo Xinliang remembered that Lin Peiyan remembered that the members of the Fu family could even call the servants of the general's mansion by name.

He just forgot about Ling Xuehan.

He forgot everything he had experienced with Ling Xuehan.

Mo Xinliang had to think hard about the sequelae of amnesia while treating Fu Shuang's old illness every day.

Just sadly bald.

He rummaged through the medical and poisonous books his mother had left him, and only found a broken page about the poison in a tattered notebook.

"If you say it's cured, you will forget your beloved..." Lin Peiyan repeated after hearing what he said, and then changed into an angry expression, "The person who poisoned him is really vicious."

Mo Xinliang fiddled with the spoon with his fingertips, flattened his mouth and agreed, "Yes, if Fu Xiaoshuang's poison hadn't met me, he would have died without a doubt. Now it's cured, even if the poison is cured, he still has the problem of amnesia. Tsk , Fu Xiaoshuang is really in a lot of trouble."

"Don't talk about it." Lin Peiyan took the notebook on the corner of the table and started to read it, "Why is there only one sentence on the page about amnesia that cannot be forcibly awakened, so the following pages are missing?"

"Well, these books are already in tatters when they were passed on to my mother. I don't know how many years ago the books are. It's normal to be missing this or that." Mo Xinliang took a spoon and smashed the millet porridge in the bowl, He added, "And didn't you write it all down? You can't wake him up forcibly. It seems that you can only get rid of Fu Xiaoshuang's old illness first, and then take him back to Chang'an before making any plans."

"Now it's the only way to go." Lin Peiyan lowered his eyes, stopped talking, and just served a bowl of millet porridge to Fu Shuang.