Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 775: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

It was already quarter of an hour later when Song Yuesheng arrived at Chengjian Hall.

Just as the guard named Jackdaw said, there were no palace servants in Chengjian Hall, only another guard named Hanming who was waiting early.

Seeing her coming, Han Ming silently led her through the heavy curtains.

The smell of agarwood mixed with rust in the inner room hit me in the face.

"boom!"

The porcelain cup exploded at her feet, fragments flying everywhere.

The tea spilled onto the green bricks, spreading a dark color.

"Get out!"

"I'm fine now, I don't need a doctor!"

Amid the hoarse roar, she saw a man sitting on the ground with his back to the door, a dagger flashing coldly in his hand.

The bloodstain on the ground was like a red snake, crawling from the table all the way to her embroidered shoes.

Song Yuesheng finally understood why Wen Yu’s mortality rate was as high as 95%.

It turns out Wen Yu is a little lunatic.

Even stabbed himself.

"You're fine, but I'm not."

Song Yuesheng's voice was very light, but it made the figure tremble violently, "If I die, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost."

The man suddenly turned around, and his black robe smelled of blood.

The moment he saw the person coming, his pupils suddenly shrank and his blood-stained fingers unconsciously loosened the dagger.

"Ah Heng..."

Han Ming retreated silently, and the sound of the palace door closing was particularly harsh in the silence.

Song Yuesheng walked forward slowly, and the sound of her embroidered shoes rolling over broken porcelain made Wen Yu tense up.

"Why do you want to hurt yourself?"

Her eyes fell on the dark marks that spread across his chest.

"The guard outside named Han Ming refused to say a word."

She reached out to wipe the blood off his face, her fingertips touching the hot skin: "It was strange that you left last night. Wen Jibai, what happened to you?"

Wen Yu's Adam's apple rolled violently and he suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"Aren't you afraid?" His palms were terribly hot, but the force was very light.

"Why be afraid?"

Song Yuesheng frowned and looked at the wound on his chest that was still bleeding, "You need to bandage it immediately."

She turned to leave, but was yanked back.

In her weakened state, she couldn't break free.

"Wen Jibai." Song Yuesheng took a deep breath, "You are now dead and three lives."

"What?" His voice was hoarse.

Song Yuesheng looked straight into his scarlet eyes and said, "Do you still remember? When we first met, I told you that I have a unique way to judge whether you are the emperor pretending to be someone else to deceive me. Because it is not good for me, I have never used it."

Wen Yu looked at her and murmured, "...you know."

His fingers trembled slightly, but he still refused to let go.

Song Yuesheng nodded: "Well, after you left yesterday, I used that method. The price was that I was poisoned, and your lives are closely related. If any of you die, I will die too. But my death has nothing to do with you."

"I haven't lived enough, so Wen Jibai, you only have two choices now. Either you let me go now and I'll go find someone to get medicine. Or, when I recover, I'll knock you out and then find someone to get medicine."

Of course it can't be that troublesome.

If he delays any further, let the sparrow spirit fly out, stop time, break free, and then use something to knock him out.

Wen Yu looked at her: "Ah Heng, this joke is not funny."

Song Yuesheng: "Have you ever heard of Nanshan witchcraft?"

Seeing that he had not let go, she was about to call the sparrow spirit out, but she heard him say.

"Jackdaw got the medicine last night, so you don't need to go again."

Wen Yu's fingers finally loosened.

The medicine bag lay quietly beside the table, with blood still stained on the edge of the gauze.

……

Song Yuesheng started to bandage Wen Yu only when Han Ming brought some clean water and gauze.

The black brocade robe peeled off layer by layer, revealing the bloodstained inner garment.

Her movements were gentle, but still affected his wound.

Wen Yu groaned, and cold sweat slid down his tense jawline.

"do not move."

Song Yuesheng held his shoulder and gently wiped the wound with a silk handkerchief dipped in clean water. Wen Yu's muscles tensed instantly.

The water droplets slid down the texture, gleaming with crystal light under the candlelight.

Her fingertips inadvertently brushed across the skin on her chest, causing a slight shudder.

"Are you stupid?" She sighed, and touched the edge of the wound with her fingertips. "If it were half an inch off, it would be my heart, and you stabbed me so hard."

Wen Yu grabbed her hand as she was about to take it back and squeezed it gently.

Song Yuesheng pulled back his hand, dipped his fingertips in medicine, and gently applied it around the wound.

The cool touch of the ointment made his muscles tremble and his breathing suddenly became heavy.

"If it were someone else..." Wen Yu's voice was extremely low and hoarse, "I wouldn't be so helpless."

The wind blew gently, and the morning light seemed to become ambiguous.

"That's stupid. You and Wen Yu are the same person. I saw some records in the library some time ago."

The white cloth was wrapped around his thin waist, and Song Yuesheng continued: "Your condition is not a strange disease, nor is it witchcraft."

Her hair fell and brushed across his bare chest.

"According to the book, at some point between the ages of three and five, you experienced something particularly painful."

"Perhaps that incident made you want a brother to protect you, so you were born."

The cloth strip suddenly tightened, and Wen clenched his fists with a depressed hum.

"It may be that the incident made Wen Yu want to be close to others, which is why you are so approachable."

Wen Yu suddenly laughed softly: "Why does it sound like giving birth?"

Song Yuesheng glared at him and deliberately used some force when tying the bandage: "You can understand it that way. But in essence, you are different aspects of the same person."

Seeing that he frowned in pain, she eased off.

"Just like how I treat you... differently than I treat Zhiqi and the others. It's just that you and Wen Yu have materialized this difference."

The morning light gradually brightened, casting a soft light in her eyes.

Wen Yu suddenly leaned forward, and the scent of medicine brushed across her neck: "You asked the emperor for a decree to go to the library... just to find this?"

Song Yuesheng pushed him away and stood up.

"No."

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows, looking unconvinced.

He reached out to pull her, deliberately breaking the bandage he had just wrapped, and blood immediately soaked through the gauze.

"Ah Heng~" He dragged out the tone, his eyes reddened, "The wound has split open again..."

Song Yuesheng slapped his hand away.

"You think I'm blind?"

His eyes glanced at his left hand behind his back, "Put down the knife."

Wen Yu spread out his hands obediently, his thick eyelashes casting shadows in the morning light, making him look extremely innocent.

Song Yuesheng was too lazy to argue with him, so he pulled a new bandage and pinched his chin to warn him: "If you dare to open it again, I will leave immediately and make you die in pain."

Wen Yu smiled and put his arms around her waist, stroking the softness of her body through the fabric of her clothes.

He walked the fine line, teetering on the edge of annoying her.

suddenly.

Wen Yu lowered his head when her palm left his chin, and gently bit her knuckles with his canine teeth.

"Ah Heng..." His warm lips moved against her skin, his eyes filled with deep affection, "Do you know that some things are addictive? They are harder to quit than poison?"

Song Yuesheng punched his hand and felt his strength restored a little.

Then, she slashed at the side of his neck with her knife—

Wen Yu widened his eyes and fell on the couch in disbelief.

"Comfortable."

Song Yuesheng breathed a sigh of relief and was about to re-bandage the wound when his wrist was suddenly grabbed again.

The man who was supposed to be unconscious suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were as deep as ink.

"Shengsheng, you lied to me."

Song Yuesheng closed his eyes, hardened his heart and slapped him on the side of the neck again.

She also had to go to the Imperial Observatory to find the connecting passage in her dream before Lin Wuxia returned to the palace tomorrow.

Although the location is not specified in the plot, it does mention the pattern that it will open on the 15th of every month.

The mirror appeared on the blood moon day three hundred years ago because that day was August 15th.

And today, there are only five days left until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

It would be a waste of time to solve their problem, so it would be better to wait until she finishes her work.