"Jian'er"
"Jian'er, wake up, don't scare Sister Qing. What would I do if you left? Sob..."
A mature and moving voice constantly rang in his ears, feeling as soft as hands feeling cotton, giving a comfortable and delicate sensation.
Wu Jian slowly struggled to open his eyes and squinted, looking towards the sound.
A beautiful woman dressed in a light pink palace dress that was so long that it dragged behind her, her slender waist restrained by a cloud belt, barely a handful, and a jade coral hairpin on her hair, reflecting her face like a lotus flower.
Her face was extremely gorgeous, with a pair of phoenix eyes that were naturally charming, and her dark hair was combed into a bun with small pearls the size of a little finger, shining brightly like snowflakes, flickering in her hair, and it could be said that she was "so beautiful that she outshined all of history, and so stunning that lotus flowers were ashamed of her beauty."
However, at this moment, the woman's eyes had lost their luster, and she sobbed from time to time, tightly pursing her red lips with a slight trace of bite marks, crying bitterly on Wu Jian's chest.
"I'm okay, um, cough cough, Sister Qing," Wu Jian tried to comfort her as he remembered, but his chest was in extreme pain, and he could vaguely feel a bloody and brutal energy tearing at his internal organs, causing his limbs to be powerless, so he could only give up.
"Jian'er, wake up, wake up, sob, if Jian'er is not here, I don't want to live alone." Ye Qingfu firmly held Wu Jian's palm, her ten fingers tightly clasping his face as if it were made of jade, her tears blurring her eyes, wishing to rub Wu Jian into her own body before she could feel relieved.
Seeing this sister, who was even more beautiful and charming than any star in his previous life, being so concerned about him, feeling the warm touch of her palm, Wu Jian was extremely relieved, but at this moment, his stomach "grumbled" and his face suddenly froze.
"Jian'er must be hungry. He has been unconscious for a day and a night," Ye Qingfu immediately realized this and quickly wiped away the tears on her face, saying to the door:
"Rong'er, hurry up and bring the hot porridge from the kitchen."
"Yes, Miss," replied a young maid who appeared at the door. She was a tender age, with a standard melon seed face, her hair tied in braids, and she peeked inside from time to time, looking very silly.
In no time, the hot porridge was brought up, with a strong aroma wafting through the air, making it very appetizing.
Ye Qingfu carefully took it over, her slender and delicate fingers transparent and sparkling, her fingertips slightly pointed, painted with red rouge, making her look very delicate. She picked up a spoon, scooped a spoonful, leaned it towards Wu Jian's mouth, opened her red lips, and said softly:
"Take a breath, Jian'er, be careful, open your mouth, ah."
Wu Jian moved back and said, "This, Sister Qing..."
"Stop fooling around. What if you injure yourself while moving around? Is Jian'er not listening to Sister Qing again?"
Wu Jian looked at Sister Qing's serious expression and pained eyes, and helplessly said, "Yes, we are all listening to Sister Qing."
A scent like orchids wafted over, and as he watched the charming figure of the woman, Wu Jian obediently opened his mouth...
As night fell, it was time for him to bathe, but he suddenly felt helpless as he couldn't move his body. With only his hands free, was he supposed to be a man who saves the world with his hands?
"Bang, bang."
"Jian'er, Sister Qing is here," came the sound of Ye Qingfu knocking on the door from outside. After Ye Qingfu entered, she had a maid bring in a small wooden tub filled with half a bucket of hot water.
"What are you doing, Sister Qing?" Wu Jian asked with a confused expression.
Ye Qingfu glared at him with an indulgent expression and said in a spoiled tone, "You haven't left the bed for a whole day and night. If you don't bathe and change clothes, aren't you afraid of smelling bad? Let me help you clean your body."
After speaking, her pretty face blushed, and she pretended to be nonchalant as she waved her hand and said, "Well, let me help you take off your inner shirt first. Rong'er, you can leave. I can handle it alone."
"I'll take my leave," Rong'er bowed to Ye Qingfu and then left without hesitation.
This wasn't right, was it? He considered himself a good young man who kept himself clean, but now you're putting on this kind of show for me?
Wu Jian thought this to himself, but he didn't refuse Ye Qingfu's offer.
"Then, I'll trouble you, Sister Qing."
Her slender hands held a hot towel and wiped Wu Jian's body, and the red light from the candles cast a layer of rosy hues on Ye Qingfu's face. Her red lips were slightly pursed, and her clear eyes were shining as if she was afraid of touching his wounds, carefully watching his face.
Sharp eyebrows, starry eyes, straight nose, red lips; when he smiled, he was gentle as a gentleman, and when he was quiet, he was as cold as a banished immortal.
"Jian'er is so good-looking. Oh, with such a good temper and no prince-like arrogance, I wonder which woman will be fortunate enough to marry into the palace in the future!" Ye Qingfu's hands never stopped moving, but her mind was elsewhere.
That year, she was only fifteen years old. The Yong prince died in battle, and the Yong princess died of grief, leaving behind six-year-old Wu Jian.
She remembered the dying words of the Yong princess, "Qingfu, if I don't survive this calamity and can't cross it with the prince, I'll ask him to take you as my adopted daughter, and you'll take care of everything inside and outside the palace."
"Although you are my personal maid, we are as close as sisters. Jian'er is still young, and if my son is mediocre, I hope you will help him slowly inherit the throne and live as a leisurely prince in the Everlasting prefecture, living a happy life. If he is an exceptional person, give him the Qi pearl that I left and this book of "Astral Qi."
In a blink of an eye, Wu Jian has become a fifteen-year-old boy, and she is still worried about this precious little brother who has always called her Sister Qing, but is still single to this day.
Every time she hears the words "Sister Qing", she feels like she is falling into a sweet honey pot, unable to describe the satisfaction.
Quietly watching Sister Qing gently wiping his body,Wu Jian slowly sorted out his confused thoughts.
Ten years ago, Wu Jian inexplicably crossed over here, still in his childhood, with the same name, appearance, and parents who had passed away, but with an additional sister who was peerlessly beautiful and doted on him. After such a long time, relying on his intelligence and wit, he finally understood some things. The area where he was located was Qiguo Kingdom, which was backed by mountains and bordered by the sea. Its territory extended for millions of kilometers, bordered by Northern Liang to the north, Yan to the south, and Qian to the east.
Qiguo and Qian were both countries that had been passed down for hundreds of years, with a large number of martial arts practitioners and scholars. This was a bit of a comprehensive development of "virtue, wisdom, physical fitness, and aesthetics".
The four countries did not have any major wars, but small conflicts were constant, and where there were people, there would be disputes. This was an eternal truth. For the martial arts world, it was even more brutal, with a multitude of small and large forces, a cacophony of voices, and turmoil.
"Jian'er, do you feel better now? It's all my fault. I should have sent more people to follow you during the hunting trip in the east today. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been shot!"
"Sister Qing, it's not your fault. I just didn't expect that someone would dare to hire a killer from the Kill Tower to assassinate me in the Eternal Prefecture and break my Astral Qi. If my heart was on the left side, I would probably have died this time. Cough cough..."
Speaking of this, Wu Jian's eyes were full of resentment. He had been living in discomfort, inexplicably ambushed, how could he not be furious?
Upon seeing Wu Jian coughing and with bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, Ye Qingfu felt as though she was being strangled and couldn't catch her breath. She took her handkerchief and gently wiped away the bloodstains, then sighed softly:
"Jian'er, don't speak. It will only make things worse. Also, you are not allowed to go anywhere during this time. Just stay at the Yong's mansion to recuperate."
Wu Jian strongly agreed with this, after all, there are countless paths in life, but survival is the first.
Without waiting for Wu Jian's reply, Ye Qingfu slipped off her palace shoes and silk stockings, revealing her slender feet with delicate and charming toenails painted in seductive red. She placed her slender legs, slightly arched, on Wu Jian's right arm.
"Jian'er, you are injured. Rest early. If there are any emergencies at night, I will stay by your side for easy care. Don't worry."
Ye Qingfu buried her head in the pillow, accidentally bumping into Wu Jian's hand with her long jade legs. She quickly pulled the corner of the bedsheet over and muttered softly, as if not wanting him to see the blush on her pretty face.
"Sister Qing, I..."
Wu Jian felt himself surrounded by a faint and fragrant scent like orchids. He wanted to say something but his lips trembled and he couldn't form the words. His mind was in turmoil and he couldn't control his thoughts.
In this era, a woman's feet are like a second face. They are never revealed casually when going out or staying at home, except to one's own husband.
Is Sister Qing doing this out of concern for me or does she view me as her...?
If it's the latter, then Xu Qianluo needs to carefully consider his options. After all, he has been single for so long, and it's only a matter of time before love comes knocking.
No matter what happens in the future, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night
Meanwhile, in the Yu City, at the border between the north shore and Qiguo country, there is a city known for its chaotic and disorderly nature due to being at the intersection of two countries. All kinds of criminals, from those unforgivable by the court to the most heinous villains of the martial world, gather here.
This city is known as the City of Sin.
The Kill Tower is located here. It is a huge ancient mansion with doors coated in vermilion lacquer and two blood-red stone lions at the entrance.
A blood-red plaque with a red lotus carved on it hangs on the door, but it is not inscribed. From a distance, this ancient mansion looks like a ferocious beast with its bloody mouth wide open.
Inside the main hall, there is only a single red candle lit, casting flickering shadows and faint voices can be heard.
"My lord, news has come from the Everlasting Prefecture that the Red Lotus attendant has used the Shaking Light Ancient Arrow to shoot and kill Wu Jian, hitting him in the heart. This guy is sure to die!"
A white-clothed man with a masked face knelt on one knee and clasped his fists in respect.
The other person, dressed in red, had his back to the white-clothed man and looked out the window. He tightened his hands behind his back and said:
"The Seven-Star Arrow Box contains only seven arrows. Each arrow can kill a person and attach their spirit to it. It requires the blood sacrifice of a person, and the more powerful the sacrificed person's skills, the greater the arrow's killing power. Although we succeeded in the shooting this time, we also lost a Purple Lotus Guard. Give him a proper burial!"
"My lord, I don't understand why we didn't just send someone to attack directly, instead of sacrificing a Purple Lotus Guard and using the most powerful Shaking Light Arrow?" The white-clothed man asked again, seeming perplexed.
"You don't understand. The Wu family in the Everlasting Prefecture is known as the number one family under the imperial city with extraordinary background. If we couldn't kill him with one blow, we wouldn't have a chance in the future."
"Continue to keep an eye on the Everlasting Prefecture and report any movements immediately."
"Yes, I understand. I'll take my leave now."
The white-clothed man with a masked face gradually disappeared into the darkness, as if he had never appeared.