Chapter 290: Poison Sacrifice: Blowing Leaves and Deep Comatose
The music played by the leaves is more like a minor tune, romantic and wanton, bright and sentimental, beautiful but a little sad. It is obviously the first time for one to play and the first time for the other to listen, but the minor tune gives both of them an inexplicable sense of memory at the same time.
The beach and the night sky are filled with flying flowers and faint candlelight.
When I was a young man wearing bright clothes and angry horses, I lived up to my youth and knew it.
Lu Zhanfeng raised the willow flute and started playing along with the minor tune played by Tang Yejue. The melodious tune flowed slowly in the night sky.
- "Su Ziwei." A voice that looked very similar to Lu Zhanfeng called this familiar yet unfamiliar name, "Su Ziwei..."
-"He Yu, happy birthday. May you always be a young man." His own voice inexplicably read this sentence in his mind.
He took the leaf from his mouth and looked at Lu Zhanfeng blankly.
Lu Zhanfeng also stopped playing: "What?"
Tang Yejue shook his head in confusion, and Lu Zhanfeng chuckled: "This song is very nice, what's its name?"
"There is no name," Tang Yejue smiled, "I always had this tune in my mind when I was very young. Maybe it was a lullaby from my infancy."
"It's a very special lullaby." Lu Zhanfeng said. Tang Yejue chuckled, took out the wine bag given by Uncle Orion from his waist, opened the spout and took a sip, then threw it to Lu Zhanfeng.
Lu Zhanfeng raised his head and took a sip.
Peach blossom wine paired with the night sky, green grass and fireflies, and having friends play music and cheer, it was really pleasant. Tang Yejue drank a lot during dinner tonight, and drank a lot more wine this time, making him more or less drunk.
He stared at Lu Zhanfeng's sword and said, "Actually, I can also use a sword and dance with it."
"Oh?" Lu Zhanfeng was quite surprised and actually pulled out the Kuiyu Sword and handed it over, "I want to take a look today."
Tang Yejue smiled, reached out to take the sword, and drew a silver sword energy into the sky.
"Then I'll show you today, what does it mean to move the sword in all directions with a sword dance?" Tang Yejue waved Lu Zhanfeng's sword. The sky and the earth were spinning in an instant, the sword light flashed, and the flowing fireflies and falling flowers were fluttered by the sword wind. Tang Yejue waved Lu Zhanfeng's sword.
When he dances with a sword, he not only has the heroic spirit of a man dancing with a sword, but he is also different from the people from the Central Plains. He also has the unique charm of a foreigner. He often wears a hood and a mask, and when he turns around occasionally, only his beautiful eyes can be seen, and his eyes are flowing,
It's something you don't normally see.
Lu Zhanfeng smiled, raised his willow flute again, and played the unfinished song just now.
Accompanied by the aroma of wine, a tune belonging only to the two of them, floating in the woods with the flower petals and fireflies stirred up by the sword energy, the heroic figures in front of them, the sword energy, everything is like a hearty dream.
The person in the dream seems unwilling to wake up——
The area was quiet, and the only restless sound was the sound of the ventilator operating in the special ward. Looking in the window of the ICU, the boy in the room seemed to be asleep and unresponsive. The nurse recorded the time and date of admission to the ICU at the door.
The patient fell into coma 10 minutes after the male artist fell off the set wire and injured his head and came out of surgery. The patient showed no signs of waking up. The doctor said to continue to observe.
"How is the other patient?" The head nurse came over and pointed to the other ward that was not in the ICU. "They both fell off the wire at the same time. How come one just twisted his neck and the other is still not awake yet?
."
The little nurse also wondered: "Yes, they all fell on the cushions. Logically speaking, the safety measures of their crew are quite complete. Head nurse, is the one who twisted his neck Qiu Tianlu? I can
Ask him if he wants an autograph!"
"No! He is a patient now..." the head nurse said, holding the record book and walking towards the ward. After a while, she turned back to greet the little nurse, "Come here, what are you doing standing around? Come and give the patient an infusion...
…”
Everything in the hospital is going on in an orderly manner——
In another manor, a housekeeper was also recording something with the doctor.
"The young master has been unconscious for longer than before." The housekeeper stared at the infusion dropper and asked the doctor anxiously, "What's going on?"
The doctor was hurriedly recording the time and medicine in his notebook. Hearing the housekeeper's question, he raised his head and replied: "The system connected to No. 02 has failed, implicating the young master. The system is still trying to call, please don't
in a hurry."
On the bed covered with goose down cushions, He Yu also fell into a deep sleep. Although the coma lasted a long time, it seemed to have been more than an hour, he did not look painful. Maybe this time,
Is it a sweet dream?
Go back to another world.
At dawn, Li Qingjun finally found his token and hurried back. The three of them then drove for half a day. At this time, they were not far from Dali City. But strangely, almost all the villages outside the city had doors and windows.
It was tightly closed, and almost no one was walking outside. It would not make sense to say that it was too early, after all, there were many farmers outside the city, and they should have gotten up to plow the fields by this time.
The three of them walked towards the city gate calmly. They all seemed to have doubts, but neither of them spoke. Until they arrived at the gate of Dali City, they found that the gate was actually closed, with guards guarding both sides, even on the city tower.
Guards defense.
"What's going on?" Tang Yejue looked at the two serious-looking guards at the city gate in confusion, "How can Dali City be locked up? This is the capital of Nanzhao."
Lu Zhanfeng said: "When I saw the outskirts of the city, something was already wrong. Dali City is prosperous and can be considered a trading capital. How could it be in such a depressed situation?"
"Indeed," Li Qingjun agreed, "we might as well ask the guards?"
"I'll go," Tang Yejue said, "I can speak Miao dialect, so I might be able to speak the language better."
With that said, Tang Yejue stepped forward quickly, but before he could speak, one of the guards said impatiently: "What are you doing? Dali City is temporarily closed, and outsiders are not allowed to enter!"
"Hey, I haven't spoken yet, are you too rude?"
Tang Yejue looked confused. Just when he was about to open his mouth to argue, another guard suddenly poked the one who was talking to Tang Yejue and whispered: "Look at his arm, it's a tattoo of the Five Saints Sect. This is a member of the Five Saints Sect.
…”
Sure enough, when he saw the tattoo on Tang Yejue's arm, the guard immediately changed his attitude: "I'm sorry, I didn't know he was an emissary of the Holy Religion! My words have offended me, please forgive me."
Hey, it turns out that the Five Saints Sect is really famous in Nanzhao Kingdom, and Tang Yejue didn’t know it if he didn’t come out. He quickly cleared his throat and said: "It doesn’t matter, I am also entrusted by the leader to come out to do things. How can I
Is it convenient for us to go in?"
"This..." The guard still looked embarrassed until another guard pointed to the notice posted on the city wall.