Unlike the original story, this time when the harem retrieved the body, it alarmed many concubines.
The news spread throughout the Taishu Palace immediately and reached the emperor’s ears, and the impact was particularly great.
In the following week, the entire palace was in turmoil.
However, in the end, things were still the same as in the original work, and the reason could not be found out.
The emperor was furious about this, and Consort Hui not only lost the Phoenix Seal earlier than in the original story but was also punished with half a month of seclusion for reflection.
This time, the harem finally quieted down.
In the blink of an eye, it was the festival of Sheri.
This festival, dedicated to the Land God, was particularly important in ancient times.
But festivities like this usually had nothing to do with the imperial physicians.
In early March, snow fell again in Yongdu.
At night, Wen Qingci was still studying the notes and books left by the original owner under the light of a lamp.
——What is recorded here are all the unique skills of the Valley of Divine Physicians.
Wen Qingci had started testing the medicine a few days ago.
Unlike the original owner’s habit of practicing medicine and poison simultaneously, although he also liked to administer strong doses, his overall medicinal effects were much milder.
Although this resulted in a slight loss of efficiency, the lack of adverse reactions was the greatest victory.
Wen Qingci was busy taking notes, and suddenly, a red light illuminated the thin paper on the table.
Fireworks were set off in the Taishu Palace.
The brilliant fireworks illuminated half of the sky, while the fine snow fluttered down like silver dust.
After watching for a while through the window, Wen Qingci couldn’t resist anymore and put down his pen, put on his cloak, and opened a paper umbrella, and walked out of the courtyard.
The Imperial Medical Bureau, located on the edge of the imperial city, rarely saw visitors at night.
The excessive silence amplified every slight sound.
As soon as Wen Qingci stepped out of the door, he heard—not far from outside the courtyard, there seemed to be some commotion.
What’s going on?
He hesitated for a moment and followed the sound.
The original owner’s Qinggong was pretty good.
Wen Qingci’s toes touched the snow on the palace road. Not only did he not make any sound, he didn’t even leave any footprints.
Finally, he stopped outside a bamboo forest.
Wen Qingci held his breath and looked inside along the gaps in the bamboo forest…
A familiar figure appeared before his eyes.
Xie Bufeng was being held down by several guards, kneeling in the snow.
The fine snow whitened the young man’s long hair and black clothes, and even his eyelashes were covered with a layer of frost.
“…Your Highnesses, look. He really doesn’t feel pain as the legend says!”
“Hahaha, yeah, he doesn’t even know he’s been hit.”
The slightly chubby youth in a fox fur coat laughed and waved his hand, “Who knows if Xie Bufeng is pretending? Let’s try again!”
This chubby youth was the third prince, a cannon fodder in “Supporting the Ming Hall”.
He had been mingling with the dandies of Yongdu since he was a child, full of mischief and skills, all used to curry favor with others.
Sure enough, the next moment, he looked at the second prince, Xie Guanzhi, across from him with a smile, “Isn’t that right, Second Brother?”
“We’ve gone through so much trouble to lure him here, of course, we have to make it clear. If you ask me, it’s because these guards didn’t kick hard enough—” as he spoke, a young man suddenly stepped forward and kicked Xie Bufeng in the chest.
He looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old. He was dressed in fine clothes and a gold crown. He should be a nobleman who came to the palace to participate in the Sheri celebration.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
Blood gushed from Xie Bufeng’s mouth as he fell to the ground in the snow, unable to get up for a long time.
The heart of Wen Qingci outside the bamboo forest suddenly sank, and he clenched his teeth.
Xie Guanzhi was at the age when it was hard to distinguish between male and female. His fox-like eyes, full of impatience, seemed to be carved from the same mold as Consort Hui: “You called me here just to see this monster?”
“Hehe, isn’t it for some excitement…?” The third prince fawned, “Besides, I’m doing this to vent for you and Consort Hui!”
Just as he finished speaking, there was a loud noise from above the Taishu Palace.
A huge waterfall-like firework fell from the sky, illuminating the entire night sky.
Before everyone could react, Xie Bufeng suddenly exerted force, broke free from the guards, and rushed forward.
In his hand, there was a thin bamboo stick that appeared out of nowhere.
“—Stop him, stop him!”
The screams of the third prince echoed throughout the bamboo forest.
Xie Bufeng, holding the sharp bamboo stick, rushed towards the throat of the third prince without regard for his own life.
In an instant, blood flowed like a river.
The guards immediately pounced on him, and Xie Bufeng was violently thrown to the ground.
A cold light flashed.
Suddenly, a crimson burst spread across the snowy ground.
There was still blood on the corner of Xie Bufeng’s mouth, but a faint smile appeared on his face.
His eyes were full of provocation and madness.
“Ah ah ah—” The third prince sat on the ground, his eyes wide with excitement, and his body trembling violently.
Xie Bufeng was just a hair away from slitting his throat!
“Shut up!” Xie Guanzhi walked forward and kicked the third prince hard, “It’s just a skin injury, what are you yelling about?”
Xie Guanzhi felt extremely unlucky about everything that had happened before his eyes.
He wasn’t interested in watching anymore, glanced at Xie Bufeng’s shoulder, and threw out a sentence, “We’ve tried it, isn’t it embarrassing enough? Take these useless people back, don’t wander in front of me!” Then he left the bamboo forest without looking back.
“Second Brother, Second Brother, wait for me!” Seeing this, the third prince immediately covered his wound and got up, followed by the guards and the dandies.
In an instant, only Xie Bufeng was left in the bamboo forest.
He put his hands on the ground, gritted his teeth and half-knelt in the snow.
The fireworks of the Sheri festival were still going on, and there was no sign of the snow stopping.
Wen Qingci couldn’t help but hold his breath and walked into the bamboo forest step by step…
Something faintly shone on Xie Bufeng’s shoulder, reflecting in the light of the fireworks.
The bamboo stick shook lightly, awakening the absent-minded young man.
Xie Bufeng slowly raised his head and looked into the eyes of the visitor.
His gaze was colder than the cold wind tonight, piercing to the bone.
On his shoulder, something was revealed—
It was a rusty !
No wonder Xie Bufeng suddenly became motionless. It turned out that the third prince and the others had buried an beast trap in the snow?
Wen Qingci’s heart was filled with a chill.
The sharp-toothed splint bit the young man’s shoulder tightly, and the blood spurted out condensed into ice, freezing the entire cotton-padded coat into a solid piece of iron.
The fabric at the jaws of the trap had already torn apart, allowing the cold wind to seep in, turning Xie Bufeng’s honey-colored skin into shades of purple and blue.
This giant beast trap, easily capable of crushing the robust bones of a wild beast, was used by hunters to capture and kill gray wolves.
But today, it appeared on the shoulder of a sixteen-year-old boy…
The beast trap on his shoulder magnified Xie Bufeng’s wild instincts.
He seemed like a lone wolf wandering in the snow, ready to pounce and drink the warm blood of the humans before him at any moment.
Run, run—
The instinctual fear made Wen Qingci’s heart pound wildly, and his breathing quickened.
His brain repeatedly warned and urged him to leave this place.
But his body continued to move forward uncontrollably.
Ignoring the snow on the ground.
Wen Qingci passed through the bamboo forest and knelt down in front of Xie Bufeng, tossing the umbrella aside.
“Are you so afraid of me dying?”
The young man sneered, slowly shifting his gaze away.
He reached out and firmly grasped the trap’s handle, trying to pull it off his shoulder directly.
Before Wen Qingci could intervene.
Blood gushed from the wound as he exerted force, staining his entire hand crimson.
“Don’t move!” Wen Qingci reacted quickly, grabbing Xie Bufeng’s wrist tightly, “I’ll take it off for you,” he said softly.
The warm touch made the young man’s frozen wrist tremble in the snowy night.
“If you move around, it will only tighten,” Wen Qingci said, glancing around quickly. He then wedged a dry branch from the snow into the trap’s mechanism.
As a modern man, Wen Qingci had never seen such a thing before.
He hesitated for a moment, then dismantled the umbrella by his side.
“I’ll try to pry it open.” Wen Qingci’s movements were exceptionally gentle, fearing to harm the boy’s bones.
The fireworks in the Taishu Palace were still going on, and the bamboo forest was intermittently illuminated.
Wen Qingci had to constantly monitor Xie Bufeng’s condition, who could faint from excessive bleeding at any moment.
So, he continued his actions while softly conversing with the young man to ensure he remained conscious. “Your Highness, do you know why I am here?”
“I don’t know.”
Wen Qingci chuckled casually, “I just wanted to see the fireworks, but accidentally stumbled upon this.”
Engrossed in monitoring the patient’s condition, he didn’t notice the hint of confusion that flashed in Xie Bufeng’s eyes.
—No one has ever talked to him like this before.
Wide robes with large sleeves were popular, and they were indeed elegant to wear.
But at this time, the wind poured in from his sleeves, and Wen Qingci was about to freeze here.
While Wen Qingci focused on prying open the trap, Xie Bufeng observed him attentively.
Xie Bufeng’s eyes couldn’t help but fall from the animal trap to Wen Qingci’s hand.
The porcelain-white skin was marked with tiny scratches from the umbrella ribs, and even though he didn’t mind his own scars, Xie Bufeng felt that these wounds were particularly glaring at this moment…
Their bodies were close together, and the cold wind brought the familiar scent of bitterness to the tip of the young man’s nose.
Xie Bufeng’s gaze, unexpectedly, moved away and fell on the white expanse of snow, where someone had left behind a trail of blood.
At that moment, the trap on Xie Bufeng’s shoulder finally made a faint sound.
Wen Qingci exerted all his strength and pried at the jaws of the trap.
Fortunately, the beast trap was already rusty and worn.
With a crisp “snap,” the object tightly clamped to Xie Bufeng’s shoulder finally loosened and fell to the ground.
“It’s done.” Wen Qingci breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.
However, he inadvertently forgot that he had been kneeling in the icy snow for nearly ten minutes.
Wen Qingci’s temples throbbed with pain, and his body involuntarily swayed.
He instinctively tried to steady himself with his arm, but the expected pain and cold did not come.
Xie Bufeng, with one hand, firmly supported him.
The two people’s eyes collided without warning.
Xie Bufeng’s icy breath licked Wen Qingci’s neck like a snake.
The bamboo forest suddenly fell silent.
… Wen Qingci even felt like he could hear the faint sound of snowflakes falling to the ground.
After a pause, he quickly stood up, supporting his knees.
Xie Bufeng, on the other hand, casually retracted his hand, then stood up as well.
Thick white snow fell from his knees as he moved, but Xie Bufeng didn’t rush to leave. Instead, he slowly turned around and pulled something out of the snow.
… It was the lamb.
The thick snow covered the small body, cradled in Xie Bufeng’s arms. It nestled in the crook of his arm, looking as if it were asleep.
Not moving at all.
The fireworks continued to illuminate the night sky, turning it as bright as day.
The bamboo forest fell into a silence so profound that the sound of a pin dropping could be heard.
Wen Qingci hesitated for a moment, then walked slowly over.
He couldn’t help but reach out, cautiously touching the lamb.
Xie Bufeng didn’t stop him.
… Different from the softness and warmth in his imagination, what Wen Qingci touched was a piece of cold dead flesh.
The lamb’s body had already become extremely stiff.
It would never bleat at Wen Qingci again.
“It…”
“It’s dead.”
“It was let out by the people from Yuguang Palace and froze to death in the snow.”
Xie Bufeng’s voice was very soft, repeating this sentence over and over again like a whisper.
OMG. 😭😭😭😭😭
not the sweet lamb 😭😭😭😭
Noooo!!!! Not the lamb 😭😭😭
How could they kill the lamb 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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Nooo..not the lamb😫😭😭