Don't be tempted, sir

Chapter 109 Broken Wings

The saint really raised birds like a bird. For half a month, only the ladies went into the cage to clean, deliver medicine and food, and the clothes they brought were also made of feathers. At first, the lady was worried that she would be killed if she went in, but she saw that the person in the cage was as gentle as jade, and never looked at her. He just sat on the couch and looked at the top of the pavilion, where she could see a square sky.

Song Xiaoyuan was like a bird with broken wings. The toxins in his body tortured him day and night. Sometimes the pain was so severe that he would rather die than live. But he endured it. When he thought of Yi Ning, the pain was not so severe. She said, "Wait until I go back and marry her."

Tonight was really hard. Song Xiaoyuan vomited blood and curled up on the ground. The door of the attic was opened and someone came in.

"How are you feeling, Song Xiaoyuan?"

Song Xiaoyuan covered his chest with his hands, sweating profusely and in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

The man held the Red Moon Sword in his hand, pointed at Song Xiaoyuan on the ground, raised his mouth and said: "Do you still want to go back and marry Yining? Don't even think about it, she will only be mine!"

The red moon pierced into the wound on Song Xiaoyuan's left chest, and the man said with satisfaction: "How is it? Does your sword hurt? Song Xiaoyuan, don't you know nothing about love? Why did you seduce me, Yining! You should have a good taste of the pain I endured back then."

Song Xiaoyuan was lying on the ground, the effect of the drug had improved a little, and he spoke hoarsely: "Shen Changqing, should I call you Alianyi?"

"You should call me Master!" Harder! Chi Yue thrust deeper, and Song Xiaoyuan coughed up blood.

"The Saint made me fake my death and brought me back to Qiang. When I recovered, I rushed back to the capital. You two were so close during the Lantern Festival. I have only been away for three months. Song Xiaoyuan! You are such an unromantic person. You deceived Yining!"

Shen Changqing opened the picture of a happy family and continued with a wry smile: "Song Xiaoyuan, I never thought I would be alive! But now that I am alive, Yining! Can only be mine."

Shen Changqing dropped the scroll and took up his sword. Song Xiaoyuan took a long time to get up, reluctantly reaching for the painting on the ground. Half of his clothes were stained red, and blood flowed down the iron cage. In the painting, Yi Ning smiled gently. [Happy birthday, Mr. Song, may your bright light shine! ]

"Yining..." Song Xiaoyuan's vision gradually blurred and he fainted beside the cage.

Luo Xi is now in the Palace Music Department. She spent many days asking around before finally finding this building. She only heard that there were people imprisoned inside and the building was guarded by imperial guards every day.

Tonight, a man came out with a sword and sent the imperial guards away. Luo Xi went in quickly and saw a huge bird cage in the middle of the tall building. A young man in white clothes fell in a pool of blood beside the cage. He hurried over. He stretched out his hand from the cage, as if to take the painting at his feet. Luo Xi put the painting in the cage, stretched out his hand to feel the breath and said: "Young Master, Young Master..."

The man on the ground did not respond for a long time. Luo Xi did not want to stay any longer. He took off the jade ring on his left hand, put it in his sleeve and left in a hurry...

When he came to the corridor outside, he muttered to himself, "Why is the door of that building open in the middle of the night? Could there be a thief?"

Two imperial guards passing by shouted, "How could there be thieves in the palace? You! Why are you wandering around outside in the middle of the night?"

"I passed by at night and saw that the door of the building was open in the middle of the night!"

The imperial guards rushed over, and Luo Xi returned to the Ministry of Music. It was impossible to go in again, so he could only think about how to send the ring out of the palace and ask the adult he had been looking for.

In the Song Mansion, Shen Yining sat on the chair where Song Xiaoyuan usually reviewed memorials, fascinated by the Liao Kingdom Tongzhou Chronicles. How far was it from the capital? Why hadn't he come back yet? When he got tired of reading, he looked up at the sky. Another day had passed. Was there something else that delayed him on the way? "Xiaoyuan..."

Emperor Yan appointed Shen Changjun as the governor to attend the Qiang Kingdom celebration and bring some shadow guards into the palace. If Song Xiaoyuan is found, he must be brought back no matter what.

Song Xiaoyuan's scabbed wound was dug open again. He coughed up blood every day and it was unknown how long he could live. He lay on the couch with his eyes closed, looking like dead. The cleaning lady timidly approached him, wanting to feel his breath.

"Not dead." Song Xiaoyuan turned his head, and the lady stepped back in fear.

"Mr. Lao, drink today's medicine quickly, or it will get cold soon."

"When will you Saints celebrate the conquest of Loulan?"

The lady lowered her head to look at the medicine without answering. Song Xiaoyuan was disdainful of making things difficult for a little lady. He took the medicine and drank it all in one gulp, frowning at the bitterness.

The lady took back the medicine bowl and said, "Thank you, sir. The Holy Lord will hold a celebration the day after tomorrow."

"Did you see a green ring while cleaning these days?"

"Sir, I haven't seen it."

Song Xiaoyuan was locked in the cage day and night. When he woke up one day, he found that the ring on his hand was gone, the scroll was gone, and all of Yining's belongings were gone... Now he could only wait for the celebration the day after tomorrow to find a chance to leave.

The moon is full tonight, and Song Xiaoyuan, who is in pain from the poison, cannot sleep. He gets up under the moonlight, and walks slowly alone, holding the bird cage. His moon-white feather clothes make him look even more lonely and desolate.

The autumn wind was getting colder. Shen Yining sat alone on the roof. It had been more than a month. She didn't know if he had brought a cloak while on the road. It must have been cold when riding a horse. Shen Yining raised her hand and looked at the ring on her hand and murmured, "I miss you so much, Xiaoyuan! You must miss me too. If you miss me, please come back soon." She felt a little sad and cried, hugging her knees, "You must be safe, Xiaoyuan!"

The two people under the moonlight are like birds. The migrating geese always return home, but now the goose has its wings broken and is trapped in a cage, looking up at the sky.

A banquet will be held in the Qiang palace tomorrow. In order to prevent people from mistakenly entering the building, a lot of guards have been added, and a circle of guards have been set up around the building.

Song Xiaoyuan knelt on one knee and coughed up blood. He raised his eyes and looked at the imperial guard who was looking at him. Seeing him frowning, he sneered and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He stood up with difficulty and walked to the cage: "Turn around, you can also defend."

The imperial guards felt somewhat embarrassed as they looked at his cold eyes, but they did not insist on watching him. They turned around and turned their backs to the cage, and the others followed suit.

Song Xiaoyuan drank the medicine, returned to the couch, closed his eyes and rested.

"How is my bird today?"

"My Lord, the poison has not yet been eliminated. I am in so much pain that I cannot sleep. The wound on my left chest is getting harder to heal... I'm afraid the medicine won't work any longer." The Qiang doctor replied.

The Saint drank a sip of milk tea and said, "Alianyi, are you still unwilling to help him detoxify?"

"Yes, I pierced the wound a little deeper a few days ago."

"Go, tell Alianyi to take it easy, don't kill my bird."

"Yes."

Shen Changqing was unhappy when he heard this, and angrily went to the attic: "Open the cage door!"

"My Lord, it's dangerous inside!"

"I asked you to open it!"

The imperial guards hurriedly opened the cage door, and Shen Changqing went in with a sword in hand. He saw him lying motionless on the couch. Chiyue poked open Song Xiaoyuan's gauze-wrapped neck, revealing the wound caused by his own poisonous arrow.

"It's not healed yet, Song Xiaoyuan, why are you so weak?"

He frowned in pain and opened his eyes. Shen Changqing was standing in front of him with the Red Moon Sword in his hand. He looked at the sky above the roof with calm eyes and didn't want to pay any attention to him.

Shen Changqing looked at it pleasingly, turned around, smiled and ordered the guards: "Go, seal the top of the pavilion!"

"Yes."