When Feng Xunyun woke up, Shen Qingzhu was making medicine outside the house with two big dark circles under his eyes.

Hearing the noise in the house, he hurriedly put down the cattail leaf fan to fan the fire and ran into the house.

"Xiao Yun'er, you finally woke up." Shen Qingzhu was so happy that his brows and eyes were filled with smiles.

"Who are you?" Feng Xunyun saw the face that had lost weight.

"I am Shen Qingzhu, your childhood sweetheart Xiaoyu." Shen Qingzhu stretched out his hand to Feng Xunyun's forehead, his eyes were filled with worry. Is this child crazy?

"You're not Shen Qingzhu, who are you?" Feng Xunyun looked at the person in front of him coldly. He had been in a coma for the past few days, waking up from time to time. He knew that Shen Qingzhu had been taking care of him and talking to him.

Talk about old things from childhood, miss each other after saying goodbye.

But Qingcheng got into trouble because she was following him, and Qingcheng's death was inseparable from him.

"I'm Xiao Yu, if you don't believe me, look at it." Shen Qingzhu pulled up his sleeves, and there was a scar on his arm. When he was a child, Feng Xunyun went to pick fruits from the tree and fell, causing a scratch.

"Who are you now? Why are you close to Siyu? Why are we alienating our brother and sister?" Feng Xunyun looked at the scar unmoved. He is the same person as he was when he was a child, but his heart may not be the same as when he was a child.

"Xiao Yun'er, I am..." Shen Qingzhu stopped talking.

"Don't dare say? Where did that bell come from?" Feng Xunyun stared at the bell on Shen Qingzhu's waist.

"Xiao Yun'er, my feelings for you are universal, but I have no choice but to do so."

"Oh, hardships. If all the evil people in the world say that they have hardships, will those who died in vain die in vain?" Feng Xunyun coughed violently.

"Xiao Yun'er, don't worry." Shen Qingzhu hurriedly tried to help Feng Xunyun, but Feng Xunyun blocked him.

"What is your relationship with Dugujue? Are those people his?"

"No, Xiao Yun'er, those people were not sent by my adoptive father." Shen Qingzhu said anxiously.

"Father, you screamed so affectionately." Feng Xunyun got up and got out of bed, approaching Shen Qingzhu step by step.

"You approached Siyu and sneaked into Fengshuang Pavilion. You knew that Nian Nian was the wife of Brother Mu Feng. You also knew the meaning of the bell, right?" Every time Feng Xunyun said something, don't take a step forward. Shen Qingzhu

Forced into a corner.

"You used the bell to attract our attention, create misunderstandings, make Siyu run away from home, let us track him down, and then ambush the killer in the bamboo forest, right?" Feng Xunyun grabbed Shen Qingzhu's neck.

"Xiao Yun'er, let go and listen to my explanation..." Shen Qingzhu was choked so hard that he couldn't breathe.

"Explain what, explain how you and Dugujue have a deep love for each other as father and son, and work together in an affair." Feng Xunyun slowly tightened his hand.

Shen Qingzhu's breathing became increasingly difficult, and his handsome face turned red. He tried his best but could not speak.

"Xiao Wu, let go." Just when Shen Qingzhu thought he was dead, Feng Cangyue arrived in time.

Feng Xunyun's hand relaxed a little, but did not let go.

Shen Qingzhu seized the opportunity to gasp for air.

"Xunyun, let go." Feng Cangyue put her hand on Feng Xunyun's, "The man in black is not a lonely person."

Feng Xunyun let go of his hand numbly, and Shen Qingzhu fell to the ground, gasping for air.

"Master Shen." Feng Cangyue went to help Shen Qingzhu, but Shen Qingzhu avoided his hand.

"Mr. Shen, your injury."

"It doesn't matter."

"Fourth brother, why do you care about him? He is Dugujue's adopted son and our enemy." Feng Xunyun pulled Feng Cangyue aside.

"For the sake of our childhood friendship, if I don't kill you today, I will get out of Maple Frost Pavilion immediately. If we meet again, I will kill you to avenge Qingcheng."

Shen Qingzhu wanted to say something more, but looking at the hatred in Feng Xunyun's eyes, he said nothing after all. He spurted out a mouthful of blood, looked at Feng Xunyun with broken and sad eyes, and left in embarrassment.

Feng Xunyun looked at the retreating figure, his heart felt an inexplicable pain, and his body was shaky.

Feng Cangyue helped him back to the bed and lay down.

Outside the house, the medicine has been fried on the small red clay stove.

Feng Xunyun poured the medicine into a bowl, brought it into the house, blew it to cool down, and fed it to Feng Xunyun one spoonful at a time.

"He has been taking care of you these past few days." Feng Cangyue said while feeding her.

Feng Xunyun said nothing.

"Without him in the bamboo forest, our losses would have been even more severe."

"Brothers from Tianqinglou said that on the way you sent No. 81 back to Jiangning Mansion, a man in black robes was always behind you. He killed all the men in black who were chasing you."

Feng Xunyun's eyes widened when he heard the word "black-robed man".

Dugujue appears, but why does he want to help Fengshuang Pavilion?

"How can a weasel be so kind as he wishes a rooster a New Year's greeting?" Feng Xunyun said angrily.

"There is news from the elder brother that the three people have been safely delivered to the general." This is the only good news in these days.

"Have I slept for so many days?" Feng Xunyun felt resentful and angry when thinking of the dark circles under that man's eyes.

"Mr. Shen has been taking care of you day and night these days. Otherwise, you will have to sleep for a few more days." Feng Cangyue comforted her younger brother, "The truth needs to be verified slowly."

"How is Changle?"

"Fifteen came back after sending a message. He was fed with a bowl of blood every day. His burns have improved a lot, and his pulse is stable, but he hasn't woken up yet."

"Finally one survived." Feng Xunyun murmured, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Feng Cangyue looked at her haggard brother, thinking about the incident in the bamboo forest, and frowned.

Shen Qingzhu stumbled out of Fengshuang Pavilion, took out all the scraps of silver on his body, bought a group of thin old horses, leaned on their backs, and headed southwest step by step.

The old horse walked for nearly an hour before reaching the bamboo forest. After passing through the bamboo forest and winding around several mountains, a quiet and peaceful village suddenly opened up in front of him.

"Master Qingzhu." An old man spotted Shen Qingzhu on horseback.

"Ship." Shen Qingzhu faintly uttered one word.

The old man led the horse forward in a hurry, passing through farmland and fruit trees, and came to a large lake.

There was a small boat parked on the shore of the lake. The old man and the boatman helped Shen Qingzhu into the boat, and the boat left the shore at high speed.

Walking to the other side, there was a man in black robe standing by the lake. He was about forty years old, with deep eyes and a calm face. He was Dugujue.

"Master, the young master is injured."

Dugujue got off the boat and picked up Shen Qingzhu, with a reproach in his eyes.

"Father." Shen Qingzhu murmured, but there was no movement.

There was a hint of distress in Dugujue's eyes.

Shen Qingzhu was seriously injured, and treatment was delayed. It took Dugujue two successful attempts to stabilize his injury.

Dugujue stayed by Shen Qingzhu's side until he woke up leisurely.

"Why are you so stupid?" Dugujue scolded.

"Father, I'm sorry." Shen Qingzhu blamed himself, "I didn't find out about Lin Mufeng."

"You've been injured like this, and you still worry about this." Dugujue sighed, "Is it worth it?"

"It's worth it for Xiao Yun'er." A smile appeared on Shen Qingzhu's pale face.

"Take good care of yourself and don't worry about anything else." Dugujue stood up and left. This child always made him want to cry.

This child is not his biological child, he captured him and raised him. In name, he is the child's adoptive father, but in fact, the child's gentleness and mellowness are his medicine.

Fifteen years ago, he was severely injured by Meng Huitian. He was as panic-stricken as a lost dog and hid in a small courtyard in panic.

The child was only seven years old at the time. When he saw Dugujue covered in blood, he did not panic or scream. Instead, he slowly squatted down, tore his snow-white clothes hard, and carefully bandaged him while the blood was still bleeding.

Bloody arm.

His little hands were clumsy, his expression was nervous, and his face was covered with beads of sweat.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Dugujue asked.

"You have saved me, and I will save you too." The child replied.

"Have I saved you?" Dugujue suddenly remembered that he had indeed saved two children a few days ago. This child was lying on top of another child, crying hoarsely and shouting at Xiao Yun'er not to die.

He couldn't bear it for a moment and rescued them.

He had forgotten this incident long ago. He was so murderous in Dugujue. Who would remember that he saved two little babies?
Chapter completed!