Amnesiac General and Infatuated Brothel Keeper 10

After a long time, the young man asked him again, "Do you really... not remember me?"

Looking into his eyes, Feng Jiuli was momentarily speechless. Those eyes were filled with hope, floating upon a layer of watery light, like flowers in a mirror or the moon reflected in the water, incapable of withstanding any touch, ready to be scattered by even a gentle breeze.

Seeing him remain silent, the young man dazedly lowered his eyelashes, similarly not saying a word.

In the deathly silence, he suddenly heard a soft chuckle.

He looked up and saw the young man close his affectionate peach blossom eyes. Like a small beast driven to the utmost despair letting out a wail before death, a laugh broke from his throat, gradually growing louder and louder.

"Hahahahahahahaha..." The young man laughed maniacally with his eyes closed, not stopping even when tears brimmed at the corners of his eyes and his gentle voice turned hoarse.

Feng Jiuli was puzzled as to why he was laughing so merrily. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the young man shift his sitting posture. Leaning half-against the soft pillows as if he were soft and boneless, the corners of his lips curled up, and the seductive charm he had previously suppressed resurfaced on his face. His voice, slightly hoarse from laughing, was melodic and alluring: "Wuyan was just playing a joke with the General, please don't take it to heart, General."

"You—" Feng Jiuli frowned slightly, staring into his eyes, seemingly not believing these excuses.

Su Jinzhi turned his face away, covering his mouth as he coughed a few more times. When he moved his hand away, his palm was full of bright red.

Feng Jiuli subconsciously reached out to support him, but the young man grasped it in one fell swoop, gripping his hand tightly. Continuing to smile, he spoke with a hoarse voice, his rippling peach blossom eyes shimmering with moisture: "However, Wuyan is feeling unwell today, and I'm afraid I cannot continue to entertain the General. It would be best if the General left first today, and Wuyan will make amends to the General another day..."

Saying so, the hand gripping him gently let go, and with some resisting force, he pushed him toward the door.

The young man's strength was actually very small. If Feng Jiuli didn't want to comply with his wishes, even if the young man used all the strength in his body, he wouldn't be able to move him an inch. But Feng Jiuli was stunned by the scene of him suddenly shedding tears and then laughing madly. By the time he recovered his senses, he was already outside the door.

Meanwhile, Su Jinzhi, who continued to giggle foolishly inside the room, was truly laughing, laughing happily and heartily—because Feng Jiuli had increased his total Progress Value by 50 points! He had chased Feng Jiuli out the door because he was afraid he would laugh too presumptuously and break character.

They had only met twice and had his face touched once! Yet Feng Jiuli gave him so much face, instantly skyrocketing the total Progress Value by 50 points! He was nothing like that fake cripple Qin Yezhou. He had engaged in so many dirty transactions with Qin Yezhou, partying every night, and had only managed to stack the total Progress Value to 47 points. It infuriated him!

Obviously, the two of them looked exactly the same, and their tempers were equally rotten, so why was Qin Yezhou so stingy?

No. 0's mechanical boyish voice was also full of awe and praise: "Wow—Host is so amazing!"

"Hahahahahaha... cough cough cough—" With no one in the room, Su Jinzhi laughed so rampantly that he forgot he was currently a person suffering from a severe illness. Laughing until his lungs hurt, he hurriedly sat down and stroked his chest to catch his breath.

The young man's eye sockets were red, his cheeks covered in tears, his clothes and hair disheveled. The purple silk garments draped over the floor like a spreading water mist. He sprawled over the low table, giggling foolishly: "No. 0... I laughed so much my lungs hurt... Fuck... I-I'm not having an attack, am I?"

As Su Jinzhi kept laughing, he suddenly couldn't laugh anymore. He found that he was actually somewhat out of breath, and after coughing violently a few times, he choked out a lot of bloody froth.

"Ah—" No. 0 exclaimed, but quickly comforted Su Jinzhi, "It seems so, Host, but you don't need to worry. Divine Doctor Yun will soon come in to save you, you won't die!"

Su Jinzhi: "..."

Su Jinzhi clutched his chest, coughing up blood while glaring, his face full of the look of someone who has lost all will to live.

In Yun Mengchen's memory, Huaqi Pavilion's pavilion master Hua Wuyan, Chongluo's former Young Master of the Jun Family, had always been a quiet person. During the day, the world only saw his peerlessly magnificent skin, but they could not see his sorrowful and painful blood and bones at night.

But even though he saw it, he still could not help but fall for him like the rest of the world.

Like all the people in the world who admired the young man, he also wanted to cup all his body's warmth in his hands and present it before the young man, dispelling the loneliness that lingered around him at all times.

It was just that... he already had someone he deeply loved.

If it weren't for this, Yun Mengchen felt that he would definitely take him away from this chaotic mundane world, placing him in the palm of his hand like a supreme treasure to meticulously protect and care for him.

But many times, Yun Mengchen would still maliciously and silently pray in his heart, hoping that the person the young man was waiting for would never return. If Su Jinzhi refused to leave this mundane world, then he would simply accompany him in descending into the mundane world.

However, such a dream did not last very long.

Sweet dreams had to be woken up from sooner or later, and lies would eventually be exposed one day.

Yun Mengchen thought in a daze, yet just as his thoughts reached this point, he heard a nearly hoarse laughter coming from upstairs. This sound passed through wooden doors and corridors, taking several turns before reaching his ears, yet he could still distinguish who the owner of this voice was.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately broke into a run towards Peony Pavilion. Seeing this, Xile quickly followed.

"Jinzhi!"

Feng Jiuli stood outside the door, listening to the person inside making sounds that seemed like neither quite laughing nor quite crying. Pacing back and forth, hesitating whether to go in, he saw his senior martial brother Yun Mengchen rushing up from downstairs with a face full of anxiety, calling out that person's courtesy name.

Feng Jiuli let out a low chuckle and turned to leave, but his collar was violently grabbed by Yun Mengchen, listening to him shout in a low voice, word by word: "Feng Jiuli!"

"Senior Brother." Feng Jiuli raised his eyes, looking back at him with a faint expression. "Is there something the matter?"

Hearing Xile, who had barged into the room, calling Su Jinzhi's name in a panic, Yun Mengchen closed his eyes and let go. Without saying another word, he turned and entered the room.

Feng Jiuli lowered his eyes to straighten his disheveled collar. When he raised his eyes again to look at that room, the gloominess in his eyes rose, densely intertwined like a net.

"Jun should have everlasting joy, like silk and satin, elegantly beautiful... Jinzhi." He repeatedly muttered the young man's name in a low voice. Pausing for a few breaths, he added, "Wuyan today is my Wuyan, but who knows whose Jinzhi is Jinzhi."

The twilight gradually deepened, and sparse stars began to emerge. The long street outside the pavilion remained ceaselessly noisy.

Yun Mengchen sat firmly on the edge of the bed, administering acupuncture to Su Jinzhi. He stared blankly at the peony on the young man's right collarbone, which bloomed due to the surging of blood and qi during his pain, and slowly withered after the needles were removed. After zoning out for a moment, he snapped back to his senses, hurriedly and gently pulling the young man's open clothes shut. He then tucked him in properly before standing up to pack his medical box.

With red eyes, Xile quickly soaked a wet handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat off the young man on the bed, continuously wiping away his own tears: "Who did the Young Master offend to deserve this... The couple of ounces of flesh he just grew have been lost in just a few days... Wu wu..."

Yun Mengchen heavily exhaled the stale air he had been suppressing in his chest. He got up and opened the window that he had closed earlier for fear of freezing the young man during the acupuncture. Glancing at the setting sun outside, he had just tied the window screens back when he heard the young man on the bed calling that person's name again: "Ah Shan... Ah Shan..."

Hearing his sleep talk, Yun Mengchen's body suddenly stiffened.

Xile cried even more miserably, lying over the edge of the bed and saying: "Young Master... Young Master... Stop thinking about him..."

Agitated and annoyed by his crying, Yun Mengchen shouted in a low voice, "Stop crying, you're disturbing Jinzhi's rest."

Xile quickly reined in his crying and whispered with a pouted mouth: "I don't even know who this Ah Shan is that the Young Master has been thinking about for so many years, how could he bear... to make the Young Master so heartbroken..." As he spoke, Xile couldn't help but cry again, "The Young Master is so good, but his body is so weak... If this goes on, who knows how many more years he can endure... Divine Doctor Yun! Divine Doctor Yun! You must save the Young Master, only you can save him! Wu wu..."

Yun Mengchen looked at Xile kneeling beside him, his brows tightly furrowed: "Of course I will save him, get up first."

Having received his guarantee, Xile wiped his tears and stood up from the ground: "Then Xile will go boil the medicine for the Young Master first!"

After Xile left, Yun Mengchen glanced at the young man on the bed, who seemed so frail he was nearing the end of his life, and his eyes abruptly reddened. He quickly blinked twice to relieve the soreness in his eyes, turning around to continue looking out the window at the ten-mile stretch of Peach Blossom Street.

The spring scenery on the long street was just right, yet the young man's life was like a speck of fading red at the end of spring, trembling and ready to fall from the branch.

Of course he would save him, how could he not save him? But how was he going to save him?

After all, no matter how good the spring scenery was, sooner or later it was bound to be buried under the winter snow.