Chu Yu rushed over at the next moment, grabbed Feng Xie's neck and shook him desperately. Feng Xie was too trapped to fight back, so he had to let Chu Yu do whatever he wanted.

Jian Yao took good care of Jimo, walked to the two of them, picked up Feng Xie's wrist and checked his pulse, pulled away from Chu Yu and said:

"Stop torturing him. In the past two days, in order to fight against toxins, he has used up too much internal energy, which has messed up his heart. Now he can't sleep. If he delays it any longer, he will definitely die!"

"What should I do?" Chu Yu panicked. Although he kept fighting with Feng Xie, he liked his nonsensical character from the bottom of his heart. After all, Chu Yu had no real friends in this deep palace.

"It's impossible to go back to Dongyin to get the antidote now. I know the formula, but it's all about strange flowers and plants. I don't know if Nishizawa has any. I can only rely on his luck!"

After Jian Yao finished speaking, he looked at Feng Xie worriedly and began to regret that he had teased him like that. If he died...

Jian Yao didn't dare to think about it. Chu Yu beside him asked: "What kind of flower? Does it have a name?"

Jian Yao shook his head: "No, I only know that it grows in clean water sources and blooms at night. The flowers are small, lightly fragrant, bright red, and unbeatable all year round!"

Chu Yu said in embarrassment: "It's hard to find one without a name. There are so many red flowers!"

Jian Yao thought for a while and then said: "Why don't you take me out of the city at night, and we can follow the water source to find it!"

"……this"

Jian Yao knew that this matter was quite difficult. After all, there was also King Jing'an in Xize, and it was almost impossible to cover his eyes.

"Why don't you tell King Jing'an Ming that I'm homesick, weak, and mentally depressed. You want to take me to relax at night, and let King Jing'an arrange a guard for me!"

"...Okay, let's try it!" Both of them frowned and looked at Feng Xie who was sleeping on the couch. Jian Yao took a step closer and wanted to lean over to take a look, but unexpectedly Feng Xie hugged his thigh.

His head kept rubbing against her body and he said pitifully:

"Girl, if I am sleepy to death, will you miss me?"

Jian Yao screamed in surprise and wanted to push his head, but Feng Xie hugged him tighter and tighter, muttering coquettishly: "Is it possible? Is it possible?"

Jian Yao rolled his eyes fiercely, feeling vaguely hesitant about tonight's trip...

Tonight is an extremely dull summer night. The dusk is low, there is no wind, and the flowing clouds are still. A heavy rain is about to come. Although the rain is about to come and the wind fills the building, the only thing in the air now is dullness, dullness...

Jian Yao sat in the carriage, with the curtain raised, trying to find traces of flowers on the river beach with the faint moonlight. Her hand was tightly held by a sweaty palm, and Feng Xie's head was resting on the ground tiredly.

On Jian Yao's knees, Jian Yao's palms, which had become cold due to anxiety, gently pressed against his forehead, eliciting a suppressed moan.

"...You can definitely find it..."

Jian Yao murmured, feeling Feng Xie's life disappearing from his hands bit by bit. At this moment, he no longer had any energy to think about anything, let alone shed tears.

"Chu Yu!" Jian Yao shouted, and the carriage stopped. Jian Yao let go of Feng Xie's hand and jumped out of the carriage, running towards the plain ahead.

"Have you found it?" Chu Yu chased after him.

Jian Yao shook his head, but still didn't stop: "No! But I feel there might be one here. You go back to the car first. Feng Xie has half of the potion I prepared on him. You go and put it away. I'm right here.

Look for it. When you feel better, go over there and look for it."

Chu Yu nodded, turned around and ran towards the carriage. Jian Yao lowered his head and walked haphazardly, but it was too dark and couldn't see anything clearly. His foot slipped and Jian Yao fell to the muddy ground, looking up at the sky.

Under the bright moonlight, tears kept flowing out of my eyes.

The person in my memory is always laughing, making trouble, and trying every possible means to make you laugh and make you happy. Even though he carries many secrets and hurts, he only licks his lips alone when there is no one under the moon. Feng Xie is so good.

, the good thing made Jian Yao not want to care about his origins, she would rather he was just a

A runaway slave has no identity, no background, no ambition, and nothing to accompany her on her journey. No matter how much she has experienced, no matter whether the people she cares about still care about her, as long as she thinks of the man who stood under the shade and made love to her

The figure with a grimace will definitely make you feel at ease.

Feng Xie, I can't give you anything. All I can do is remember your goodness and stand with you under the green shade...

“If you don’t claim to be the king among flowers, you will be frivolous.

All things in heaven and earth follow him, without turbidity and soft yang, there is really no place,

Wearing Xu Yeshuang..."

A high-pitched singing sound came from afar, and Jian Yao looked with tears in his eyes. Under the night cover, an old man stepped on the grass, with a faint halo of light all over his body, his face full of red light, and he looked like an immortal.

Jian Yao felt his head sink. When he wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, the old man was already standing in front of Jian Yao.

"Girl, why are you crying?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand towards Jian Yao to pull her up.

"I can't find the flowers, he's dying...it's all my fault..."

"If you can't find it, you can't find it. Death is just the beginning of another life. Everything in this world reincarnates and reincarnates endlessly!"

"No, I don't want him to die!"

"Why?"

"..."

"Is he your relative?"

"no!"

"But the one you love?"

"no!"

"In that case, why try so hard to save him!"

"But I want him to be alive. Among so many people around me, he is the only one who can bring me happiness!"

"You like him but don't love him!"

"right!"

"But do you really understand what liking is and what love is?"

"I... understand!"

"Oh? Look at the color of the gourd on my waist."

Jian Yao looked at the old man in surprise and said softly: "Apricot yellow!"

The old man looked up and laughed: "Silly girl, do I really have a gourd around my waist?"

Jian Yao looked again and saw that the place where the gourd was originally hung was indeed empty. He couldn't help but look at the old man in surprise.

"Girl, don't believe what you see, don't believe what you insist on. Everything in this world is reflected in the mirror and turned upside down. Who will remember its original appearance? Look, isn't this gourd just apricot yellow?

?”

After speaking, he raised his hand, picked up the gourd from his waist, waved it in front of Jian Yao's eyes, and then said:

"Only when you look with your heart can you see the truest things. As for feelings, when your heart hurts the most, you will find true love!"

Jian Yao suddenly stood up excitedly, pulled the old man's sleeves and said:

"You are a god, right? Can you save him?"

The old man laughed and pushed Jian Yao away gently, "I am not a god. The gods in this world fell asleep three thousand years ago. I am just a dream..."

After saying that, he pointed forward, and the dark clouds in the distant sky came in droves. The wind was surging, and the sultry heat was suddenly released in the strong wind. The red light suddenly appeared on the grass waves, layer upon layer, like a corner of the sky burning red, and suddenly a large area opened.
Chapter completed!