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"Young master, congee." An unfamiliar voice rang out, but no footsteps were heard as he walked over.

"Yes." The person sitting beside him for a long time softly responded. After a moment, his ice-cold fingers propped up his face. Warm rice soup entered his mouth with a slight bitterness. It was somewhat unpleasant to drink, but he could still endure it.

This person was not Bai Zhen.

"Bai Zhen …" Where have you been?

The bowl that was placed on the table emitted a light clanging sound. The somewhat cold hand gripped the hand that he had raised at some point. The palm was very large, but the fingers were very slender. It was as if he had touched such a hand before, but he could not remember its owner. Who was it?

"Are you looking for Bai Zhen?" If he's not here now, should I call him? " The voice was very unfamiliar, or perhaps it could be said that he had never heard it before. The voice was a little hoarse and cold, but the ending was surprisingly gentle. It sounded very comfortable, but it wasn't easy to remember.

After taking a moment to think about what he had said, he lightly shook his head. "Who are you?"

"Me? I'm a doctor. How does Miss Mu feel now? Can you open your eyes? "

Her ice-cold fingers gently returned her hand to the bed and rested it on her wrist. Xiao Yan struggled to shake his head. Perhaps there was nothing wrong with it. "I'm so tired."

"Miss Mu? Miss Mu? Can you hear me? Please try to open your eyes. Just open your eyes for a second. " He placed his hand on his forehead. The ice-cold feeling made him feel a bit more awake, but he was soon pulled back by the feeling of exhaustion. It was as if he was drowning.

Tired. So tired. I really want to sleep.

Open your eyes, just for a moment ….

He struggled to open his eyes a little bit. The white light flickered in front of his eyes, blurring his vision so that he could not see anything clearly. He closed his eyes heavily several times and opened them with all his might. The white light became clearer, turning into a set of white clothes. It was as if he had put down some heavy burden, and he could no longer resist the immense tiredness. After heavily closing his eyes, he could no longer open them.

That person's voice sounded a little unreal, "Miss Mu, you should get a good night's sleep. When you wake up, everything will be fine."

Wake up? Get better? What happened? Who was this person?

The pair of hands pulled at the quilt that had fallen off for them. The corner of his clothes brushed against his face, and a scent similar to orchids entered his nose. Then, he lost consciousness once again.

"..."

"Why isn't Young Master going in?" Even though it was a question, there was no intention of questioning in his words.

Wen Wan turned around and asked in an unsurprised tone, "When did you arrive? Why is there no sound? "

Wen Ning replied perfunctorily, "I just arrived." Seeing Wen Wan bend over to look through the gap in the window, he couldn't help but be curious. "What is Young Master looking at?"

Wen Wan took a step back and waved his hand, signaling him to come over and take a look. "The number one beauty of the martial arts world, do you want to see how beautiful she is?"

Wen Ning was slightly startled. "Miss Mu?"

Wen Wan shrugged. "The other one."

Inside the room, Zhao Qingyan was sitting on a stool in a white robe. Although the style was exquisite, it was simple enough to be called simple. His long hair was tied up in a bun with a white band. The skin on one side of his face was pale, and the white robe made him lose even more blood.

As far as the man was concerned, his facial features were too detailed, and his quiet appearance lacked the sharpness that a man should have. With his back straightened, he casually lowered his head to look at the bowl of porridge in his hand. He didn't do it intentionally, but the etiquette that was carved into his bones allowed him to remain calm.

No struggles no fights, indifferent as an orchid. This evaluation surfaced in Wen Ning's mind.

The sickly beauty, this kind of beauty might be suitable for some girls, but it would definitely not be able to give any face to a man. Even though he had yet to recover from his serious illness and looked to be in poor health, Zhao Qingyan was still wearing such plain clothes. In Wen Ning's eyes, even the most elegant person was only an ordinary person.

However, upon seeing the current Zhao Qingyan, Wen Ning could not help but laugh.

Wen Wan waved his finger at him, indicating that he should keep quiet. Without saying anything, he mouthed, "What are you laughing at?"

Wen Ning thought for a moment and said, "Probably far from my original appearance."

Wen Wan asked, "Oh? Tell me about it? "

Wen Ning said, "If you play Pan An, then Pan An's pose would be rare in the mortal world. He would have to depend on his disguise to enhance his temperament, making him look like a pinkie." I've always wondered what the appearance of the man on the list is like, being a male beauty in the martial arts world. Could it be that they have to be as meticulously dressed up as the girls? "

Wen Wan curled his lips. "So?"

Wen Ning said, "I didn't expect him to be so similar to Mister Ran."

"Ran …" Wen Wan fell into a daze as he heard this. After a while, he recovered and started laughing, "Ran Hao is Third Uncle's disciple, how can he not be like Third Uncle?"

Wen Ning froze. "I'm talking about the world …" He suddenly understood and immediately shut his mouth.

Wen Wan sighed. "If only he could be like Third Uncle."

Wen Ning didn't understand. "How does young master know he isn't a gentleman like you?"

Wen Wan shot him a glance. "A man knows his own face but not his heart."

Wen Ning suddenly realized something. "Just like Young Master?"

Wen Wan didn't get angry. He reached out his hand to touch his own face and laughed. "That's right." After looking at the window for a while, he said, "Let's go in and take a look." He walked to the door and opened it.

Wen Ning froze for a moment before hurriedly following him.

Ran Hao, who was standing by the side, subconsciously stepped aside when he saw the stranger walk in front of Zhao Qingyan. Zhao Qingyan, who was holding the bowl of porridge and pondering about what to do with the remaining porridge, looked over. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and after hesitating for a moment, he stood up, "Hao."

Ran Hao was slightly startled. He lowered his hand and took a few steps to the side, standing behind Zhao Qingyan.

Zhao Qingyan put the bowl down again and looked at Wen Wan inquiringly: "Your excellency is..." Young Master Wen? "

When Wen Wan saw that he had recognized him, he was also surprised for a moment. With a crooked smile, he replied, "Young Prince, you have good eyesight."

Zhao Qingyan smiled, "Young Master Wen, you're too kind. It's just a guess."

Wen Wan looked at Mu Qinghan, who was fast asleep on the bed, and asked, "How is she?"

Zhao Qingyan hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "I'm not sure either. It was time for her to wake up, and her pulse was steady. She probably doesn't want to wake up. "

"You don't want to wake up?" Wen Wan slightly frowned. "What do you mean?"

Zhao Qingyan looked at Mu Qinghan and sighed. "What's left of her when she wakes up?"

Wen Wan sighed and shook his head, and said: "Thank you young prince for saving Qing Han by risking your life. The rest is up to fate."

Zhao Qingyan glanced at him before lowering his head again. With a calm look in his eyes, he said, "The cruelest is the heavens' will."

Wen Wan was startled, his gaze fell upon the burn wound on Mu Qinghan's cheek, and narrowed his eyes: "Yeah, the most cruel thing is fate. If the heavens want me to die, then I have no choice but to die. "

"Destiny?" He was clearly the one who said this, but he laughed at himself. "Young Master Wen, do you believe in fate?"

Wen Wan said, "I didn't believe it before, but now I do."

Zhao Qingyan was not surprised. He asked casually, "Why?"

Wen Wan smiled. "Because there's nothing we can do."

Zhao Qingyan smiled, his smile was full of ridicule, "What a helpless man."

Wen Wan asked, "Does young prince think it's funny?"

Zhao Qingyan shook his head. "On the contrary. Other than helplessness, I can't feel anything else."

Wen Wei said absent-mindedly, "Is there a time when even a noble king can't?"

Zhao Qingyan said, "My lord..." I'm afraid I'm used to comfort and ease. When I'm at a loss, I seem even more powerless than an ordinary person. "

With curiosity in his eyes, Wen Wan looked at him for a moment and then suddenly asked, "Young Prince, I have a question I couldn't come up with, would you mind telling me?"

Zhao Qingyan was slightly taken aback. "Young Master Wen, there's no need to be so courteous. Just ask away."

Wen Wan cut straight to the point. "How did the young prince recognize the path of the Crippling Feather Sect?"

Zhao Qingyan did not expect him to ask such a question and was stunned.

Seeing him in a daze, Wen Wan explained further, "I did not intend to chat with him and heard him mention that someone had entered the mansion to steal a treasure not long ago, and even stabbed him in three moves, which was quite unexpected. Although Zhao Danchen's martial arts skills were not that high, anyone who could injure him in three moves would not be a nobody, so he asked a few more questions. "They are all martial practitioners, so …"

Zhao Qingyan knew that he was afraid that she would be suspicious, so he quickly explained, "It's just that I was a little surprised when I heard it. I hope that Young Master Wen doesn't mind."

Wen Wan smiled. "Young Prince is too polite."

Zhao Qingyan pondered for a moment and then said, "My legs are too inconvenient to walk and my health is not very good either. Following my master to train in martial arts is just to protect my life and not even to strengthen my body. When it comes to protecting my life, I am not afraid of Young Master Wen's jokes. I intentionally memorized a hundred sword arts to find a way to dodge the attack within a few moves. Furthermore, since I was young, I have been playing in the inner palace. It has become a habit for all the imperial guards to spar with me daily. "

Wen Wan was slightly surprised, and then he exclaimed in admiration: "Ordinary martial artists who are familiar with the martial arts of our sect would need ten years of winter and summer to learn. When they have this kind of eyesight, I'm afraid they will be in the top."

Zhao Qingyan said helplessly, "Young Master Wen, you are very serious. I am just being lazy. In terms of vision, how can I compare with Young Master Wen? Young Master Wen, if you praise me like this, you might think you're boasting too much. "

Wen Wan smiled in embarrassment. "We're both lazy, how could we dare to boast?"

Zhao Qingyan also smiled, "To be honest, the reason why I can recognize the martial arts of the Crippling Feather Sect is because I've seen them before."

Wen Wan was surprised. "The Crippling Feather Sect has been annihilated for so many years, I wonder where this young prince saw it from?"

Seeing him pretend to be stupid, Zhao Qingyan did not expose him. Instead, he smiled and asked, "Does Young Master Wen know that there is a guard named Xia Fan in the palace?"

Wen Wan thought for a moment, then asked with uncertainty, "The one that caught the thieves?"

Zhao Qingyan nodded with a smile.

Wen Wan couldn't help but laugh. "I've long heard of the name of this Black Cloaked Thief. I've always wanted to know the appearance of this guard, but unfortunately, this time he just left and lost this opportunity for nothing."

Zhao Qingyan said, "Boss Xia is rather handsome. If Young Master Wen wishes to see him, I shall call him over."

Wen Wan hurriedly said: "Every day I see them coming and going in a hurry, even if it's official business, I'm afraid I'm already very busy. How could I bother Senior Xia for such a small matter?" If there's ever a day when Leader Xia is free, I'll pay a visit to see you. "

Hearing that he did not seem like he was just being perfunctory, but was truly curious about Xia Pao, Zhao Qingyan casually said, "I have been away for a long time and want to go over and ask him about the past few days. If Young Master Wen is free, why not come with me tomorrow? "

Wen Wan was not the least bit polite and readily agreed. "Then, thank you, Young Prince." Wen Ning looked at her young master's thick skin and sighed inwardly.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Zhao Qingyan saw Wen Ning sighing from behind her and almost laughed out loud. He immediately coughed lightly and held back, "Young Master Wen, you don't have to be so polite. However, I still need your help to see if Senior Xia has the skills of the Crippling Feather Sect. "

Wen Wan noticed the change in his expression, and turned around to look at the direction where he had shifted his gaze. He glanced at the calm and composed Wen Ning, and seemed to have guessed something, but he could only endure it and turn back. "Senior Xia's surname is Xia, and seems to be the surname of the Crippling Feather Sect Master. I have heard that the inner palace's requirements are strict. Didn't Leader Xia say anything about his sect? "