northernbook Chapter 115 - Lovesickness
Chapter 115 - Lovesickness
In the inn, looking at Ying Ren who was hesitant to speak, Feng Muyan frowned unhappily and said with his thin lips: "Ying Ren, what exactly do you want to say? Don't be so secretive."
"Master, I have something to say, but I don't know if I should say it or not?" Ying Ren asked with a bow. Seeing Feng Muyan nodded slightly, he said, "I feel that since the prince met the young master of the Mu family, he has lost his former sharpness and agility. Is it that the prince treats him..."
"Ying Ren! Stop talking nonsense!" Qingying beside him suddenly pulled Ying Ren's arm, but it was too late. Ying Ren had been slapped away by Feng Muyan. He curled up on the ground in pain, coughing up blood. After a while, he slowly got up and knelt down.
Feng Muyan glanced expressionlessly at Shadow Blade who was kneeling in the distance. The coldness in his eyes gradually grew. He crushed the teacup in his hand with a click and said coldly, "Get out!"
"Yes!" Qingying breathed a sigh of relief and left quickly with the shadow blade.
Feng Muyan shook his head slightly in a self-deception. The evil girl only looked like Li'er's eyes. His Li'er would definitely not grow up to be so fierce.
He used to not care much about many people and things. Even when Li'er called him A'mu, he just let it go. Until he could no longer find her, hearing that simple A'mu became a luxury.
"Qingying!" Feng Muyan shouted sternly.
"I'm here!" The green shadow outside the door responded instantly.
"You and Ying Ren should go to the Mu family immediately to check and see if they can find out whether there is an antidote to Forget Worry Powder." Feng Muyan tightly grasped the tiger-shaped blood jade until he felt a sharp pain in his palm. He then remembered that he had hurt his hand when he crushed the teacup. He panicked and lowered his head to see if the blood jade was contaminated.
"Yes! I will go right away!"
Feng Muyan in the room was shocked by the changes in the blood jade in his hand. He was sure that part of the blood that had just flowed out was swallowed by the blood jade, and the color of the jade was better than before. There was a slight burning pain when he placed it on the injured part of his palm.
Feng Muyan stared at the blood jade for a long time, until the pain in his palm disappeared and the gloss on its surface no longer changed. Then he carefully put it in his arms and gently held it against his chest for a long time. Li'er, where are you!
"Li'er... Li'er..." Feng Muyan murmured softly, and as if he was suddenly awakened, he stood up abruptly and walked to the table, threw aside the rice paper and began to write quickly, writing down all the people and things he did not want to forget. After more than twenty pages of rice paper were used up, he realized that fifteen or sixteen pages were all about him and Li'er.
Gently stroking the wet ink, Feng Muyan laughed bitterly at himself, and that cute little face kept appearing in his mind. She said that she was in her thirties in her two lives combined, she said that she felt like an old cow eating young grass, and she said that she liked him a little.
In fact, he is the one who is attracted by the young. He couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart back then. He couldn't convince himself to like the child with an adult soul. He once thought that he was the person who disdained to be bound by the secular world, but looking back, when did he break free from the secular world?
Until that chattering little person disappeared from his life, the suffocating feeling of loneliness invaded him every day. She pulled him into the bright and lively world little by little, but pushed him into hell in an instant by disappearing.
When he was stabbed by Qinghong in the palace that day, he was still confused as to why only the wound hurt, but his heart didn't feel any pain at all. But now he seemed to understand a little, not because he let go of Qinghong, but because Qinghong had never really been the most important person in his heart.
If it was Li'er instead of Qinghong who cut his face, perhaps he would not be so eager to take revenge and attack the city, but instead handed her a knife and let her continue to cut the other side.
"Report!" A slightly tired voice came from outside the door.
"Why did you come back so soon?" Feng Muyan asked in a low voice.
"My Lord, it has been three hours and it is already bright outside."
"Oh?" He had been thinking about it for three hours without realizing it. He smiled at himself and asked, "Have you found the antidote?"