Don't be tempted, sir

Chapter 112: No Harm

The servant of the Song Mansion opened the door, and Shen Yining ran to his garden in tears, and it was pitch black...

Song's parents were also very worried tonight. When they heard that Yining was coming late at night, Mrs. Song and Song Jueming also came. When they entered the garden, they saw her sitting on the ground dejectedly. Mother Shen hurried forward to help her: "Yining, what's wrong with Yining?"

"Xiao Yuan said....he wanted to go home..." Shen Yining shed tears silently, sobbing and mumbling: "He said...he wanted to go home..."

"Child, Xiao Yuan will be back. Listen to your aunt and get up quickly. The ground is cold."

"Is Xiao Yuan lost? The war is over, he must have lost his way!"

Shen Yining stood up, took the lantern from Xingyue's hand, and lit up all the flower lanterns she had made in the garden. Song's parents also joined her, and the servants went into the house to light the candles.

"Xiaoyuan, you are one of the lights among thousands of houses! You must come back! Xiaoyuan..." Late at night, the garden of Song Xiaoyuan was brightly lit.

"Your Majesty, this young man may not be able to make it!" The Qiang doctor took off Song Xiaoyuan's shirt. He was lying on the couch with a severe wound on his left chest. His originally white skin was now completely bloodless.

"Go, go call Yaojiu."

"The master is also injured. Yaojiu is treating him."

The saint was furious. She stood up and paced back and forth: "You useless thing. You can't even look at a person properly. How could he get out of the cage!" She turned around and saw the Qiang doctor kneeling on the ground. She said unhappily: "Can you save him by kneeling? No matter whether he lives or dies, give him stitches first..."

The saint opened the necklace pendant, took out a pill and fed it to Song Xiaoyuan: "Is it so difficult to raise a canary?"

Song Xiaoyuan slept for a long time. He who never dreamed had a very long dream. Petals slowly fell from the girl's shoulders. The girl looked at him seriously and smiled brilliantly. She wiped her cheeks with a handkerchief while the fragrance lingered. Her eyes sparkled under the lights of the city, and she danced under the apricot petals in the lights of the garden.

The girl in the mist spoke with worry, "Song Xiaoyuan, where are you!"

The eyes opened, clear and bright [Shen Yining, I'm here] but when he saw the things in front of him clearly, they became dark again.

"woke up."

"Ah."

"I still can't bear to die."

"Ah."

The saint sat beside the couch and asked him questions one by one. Song Xiaoyuan was lying on the birdcage couch, and the sealed area on the roof was opened again.

The sky was so wide that it was hard to tell the season. Song Xiaoyuan asked hoarsely, "Is it autumn now?"

"You've been asleep for half a month. Winter is almost here."

Song Xiaoyuan murmured: "Winter...her birthday...has passed."

For half a month, Song Xiaoyuan was like a dead object, lying on the couch motionless day after day. The saint used elixirs to keep him alive, but he still had a weak pulse and was barely breathing.

"You are very important to your Liao Kingdom. You have led troops to attack every day for half a month. There have been many shadow guards who have entered the palace. But don't worry, I have killed them all."

There was no fluctuation in Song Xiaoyuan's eyes. She just stared at the sky without saying anything for a long time. The saint was bored and wanted to leave.

"I have paper and pen."

The saint smiled and waved her hand, and the lady brought paper and pen into the cage. Song Xiaoyuan began to struggle, and his right hand trembled as he picked up the pen. He put it down after writing a few strokes, and the lady handed it to the saint.

"Nothing bad happened. Don't worry. Just four words?"

"what do you want?"

"Nothing, I'll just take the trouble to report your safety."

The prince led a large army to Tongzhou, and the two armies were deadlocked at the gate of Qiang. Late at night, a seriously injured shadow guard was released from the palace and brought the note to the Tongzhou military camp. When the prince saw him, he hurriedly called for help, and the shadow guard took out the note from his arms.

"Nothing happened." The prince took it.

"Don't worry." Seeing that he hadn't responded for a long time, Shen Changjun took it and took a look.

Zhao Jinmo was standing aside: "Just, four words?"

The three of them had known for a long time that Song Xiaoyuan was not dead. Whenever Luo Xi had the chance, he would leave the palace to deliver the message under various excuses. Although they didn't see him, as long as the imperial guards were still guarding the place and the ladies went in to clean every day, they would know that he was definitely not dead.

"He's asking us not to waste our energy and to let the two retreat..." The prince looked at the familiar pen strokes, which were unstable but just as sharp.

Shen Changjun was sitting, thinking back to the moment when Song Xiaoyuan fell to the ground, and felt very upset: "Yining said she wanted to come to Tongzhou, but my father stopped her and asked her to wait for half a month. But now, how can I have the face to go home."

The prince looked up: "Retreat... There is new news."

When Shen Changqing heard that Song Xiaoyuan had woken up, Gou Xiao came to Quelong. Every time he came for half a month, he felt like he was dead. Now he could finally tell him the good news.

"Go, hang him up for me!"

"Yes." The guards entered the cage and put shackles on Song Xiaoyuan's hands. As the gates on both sides of the cage turned, his hands were pulled up by the chains, and the whole person was half-hanging in the cage with his arms outstretched.

Song Xiaoyuan was unconscious, hanging with his head down. Shen Changqing entered the cage with satisfaction, and raised his chin with a dagger: "Dead?"

Tan opened her eyes and said calmly, "It will be soon."

Shen Changqing smiled and said, "It's not time to die yet, how about we make a bet?"

"No time."

"You must be free for this. I want to marry Yining!"

The hollow eyes focused light and opened. Shen Changqing put down the dagger and turned around: "Let's make a bet. If Yi Ning agrees to the marriage, then you can live... If my sister doesn't let you go, I can't do anything. If Yi Ning doesn't agree, then you will die! How about it?"

Song Xiaoyuan frowned: "She is not a bargaining chip for you and me, you shouldn't drag her into the game!"

Shen Changqing turned around and raised his lips: "Song Xiaoyuan, don't pretend to be a gentleman, she will definitely agree to me! After all, if she knew I was still alive, she would abandon you without hesitation!"

Song Xiaoyuan's left chest was bleeding, and he spoke with a pale face: "Yining is a person, not an object for you to use to fill the twisted heart. No matter what she chooses, I can't survive. Please let her go..."

"I love her, and she must love me too! Since you are going to die, what are you afraid of? It's a sure bet! Live well and watch me grow old with her!"

Shen Changqing stabbed Song Xiaoyuan's wrist with a dagger: "I have cured you of the poison. Now you are living a life worse than death. Die on the day of your wedding with Yining, and that will be your destiny, Song Xiaoyuan."

The iron chain was put down, Song Xiaoyuan knelt down weakly, his eyes looked at the blue sky above the building, which gradually became blurred...

The imperial guards removed the shackles and went out. Luo Xi got another chance after half a month. He rushed in during the day. The young man in white fell to the ground bleeding again. Why did he look so decrepit every time he saw him?

Walking to the closer railing, Luo Xi called out softly: "Sir, Master! Are you still alive?"

Song Xiaoyuan, who was in a daze, heard someone talking but had no strength to respond.

"Sir, I'm here to return your ring! Sir!"

Hearing the word "ring", his hazy vision crept up. He could not see clearly who was groping closer and reaching out to hold the railing. Luo Xi took his left hand and put the green ring on him: "Sir, I return the ring to you. Live well!" There was a noise outside the door, and Luo Xi hurriedly stuck his head out.

Song Xiaoyuan looked back. He couldn't see clearly, but he could vaguely see the green. He clenched his left hand.