Zhan Zhao Adventures - Chapter Seven (Part VIII)

Chapter Seven: Mulan Flowers Slow (Part VIII)

At the time of dusk, the sky again started to fall with light rain.
 
With an "e-nai" sound, at the river side's small ferry port side, a single leaf of a flat boat from within the rain mist steered out.
 
Following, within the rain mist, beside the small ferry port, there appeared a yellow-clothed young girl holding up a bamboo umbrella.
 
The moist micro-wind blew and moved her long hair; it was heaven's dream in flight, it was falling flowers' flowing water dissolving and vanishing away.
 
That pair of her black and beautiful eyes, although in a way difficult to describe were beautiful and bright, yet appeared as if containing a thread of faint sorrow.
 
A burst of blurred carriage-bell sounds from within the rain transmitted over.
 
Mixed and added inside a team of black-clothed warriors' far-away winding along, it was a black colored horse carriage. It was merely that the horse carriage's windows all used heavy and thick curtains to screen tightly, properly, and solidly.
 
Beside the horse carriage, riding upon a single jujube-red colored fine horse, fruitfully and truly was Shao Jizu.
 
The young girl at the river bank, the hand grasping the bamboo umbrella unconsciously within a turn grasped tightly: her heart already was in the middle of "peng-peng" jumping.
——Is it he? Is he able to be within that horse carriage?
 
The warriors at a very far place then stopped down.
 
Shao Jizu, who all along was silent and without words, lightly, lightly waved for a single turn of his hand; the warriors of the Jinshi Hall behind him then from upon the horse carriage lifted down a wooden board stretcher.
 
Upon the stretcher there was a person.
 
The person had already arrived to the near front.
 
Huo Linglong's heart almost wanted to jump out of the throat-mouth.
——Is it he?
 
That person upon the stretcher possessed a face with which Huo Linglong was familiar, but which however was haggard like a dead person's face.
 
Even at the time when possessing no consciousness, his brows also slightly knit, appearing as if using that remaining and surviving little bit of life to endure, to struggle against the death-pain that pressed close and arrived.
 
His pair of eyes was tightly closed, his lips were already pale and bloodless to where there was not a thread of blood color.
 
A strand of his disordered hair-silk was by the rain water very quickly thoroughly soaked, and pasted upon his face.
 
For a time Huo Linglong was as if lost and blank like separated worlds, like a dream, like intoxication.
 
She just so looked at him.
 
She suddenly detected that she so wanted to see him.
——Not knowing having looked over how many thousands of times, not knowing having longingly thought over how many tens of thousands of rounds, dreams pulling and soul lingering, not knowing whether she had once inside a past life, just all along like this looked at him, yet knowing this life and later worlds, she precisely wanted to so eternally look at him!
 
Not knowing at what time the dream will awaken?
 
Not knowing this life this world, will she or will she not additionally carry the hand of the child, micro-smiling beneath your and my brows, looking at this rolling red dust, with one smile passing it over?
 
Shao Jizu in a freezing cold manner said: "What you want, I have already brought. What about what I want?"
 
Huo Linglong slowly took out that piece of yellow silk fabric, yet did not hand it over past.
 
She looked at him upon the stretcher, unable to bear asking: "Wait one wait, he, how does he have no reaction?"
 
Shao Jizu's face color also appeared as if one night not having slept-wise pale, inside the eyes additionally already was filled with blood-streaks. Having heard Huo Linglong's words, his spoken tone was even colder: "At the time of harming him, were you not at the Xiqiao Ferry port? This 'At First Sight As If Old Friends' upon his body was it lowered by me? This 'Great Compassion Palm' was it struck by me?"
 
Huo Linglong was without words. She knew the risk he ran. She could not request and demand too much.
——Although not loving him, not knowing because of what, she additionally did not wish for him to receive harm. Was it because this harm of herself toward him, invisibly within a shape was already too carved to the bone and heart-printing?
 
She bit her lip, and said: "The antidote."
 
Shao Jizu did not speak a single word, throwing over a single small bottle.
 
Huo Linglong grasped this tiny little medicine bottle, just as if grasping his life identical-wise careful; hesitating, she again said: "How do I know this is the genuine antidote?"
 
Shao Jizu's proud head lofted up. Beside his lips there still was a cold laugh: "Since you do not believe, why again toward me want the antidote?"
 
Huo Linglong already could not speak words out.
 
What she owed him, also after all also was too much. Since he had already brought him to before her face, she had no reason to question him.
 
Pondering for half a slice of a day, she finally extended her hand out.
 
Shao Jizu gave a hoist of his hand, the black-clothed warriors had already placed the stretcher to before her face.
 
Having pocketed up the yellow silk fabric, he appeared as if letting out a slice of relaxed breath. Lifting up his head to look at Huo Linglong for a single glance, only then did he detect that she fundamentally precisely was not looking at him. Her gaze was only crazily and foolishly looking at that person upon the stretcher.
 
He turned his body past go. Head-not-turning-wise he walked. His horse inside the micro-rain gave a single light neigh.
 
Behind him, the warriors of the Jinshi Hall mutely and without sound followed him return, the footstep sounds inside the rain mist were fractionally-wise light.
 
Huo Linglong could not look at his face.
 
His face was still handsome, still was the dissolution of ice and fire.
 
It was merely that a thread of malicious micro-smile, unconsciously within an interval had already welled to beside his lips.
 
Huo Linglong did not pay attention to at what time Shao Jizu's human and horse forces departed away. She grasped tightly that tiny little medicine bottle, and then rushed to the stretcher side.
 
Her heart was already tangled, even more tangled! She already could not pant out a breath of air.
——Upon the stretcher his face was even paler, pale to the point of unexpectedly being somewhat unfamiliar.
 
Huo Linglong could not bear to lightly voice call out: "You, how are you——"
 
That face that did not possess half a portion of blood color originally just as if had already lost life, but however precisely at this time appeared as if faintly and indistinctly groaned a single sound, the chest area also appeared as if possessed a one portion of rising and falling.
——Could it be that he additionally possesses life? Could it be that his life still is within struggling?
 
Huo Linglong hurriedly said: "How are you? Quick, quick take the antidote down."
 
His hand appeared as if faintly gave a single tremble. Only because her hand that inside the rain had become freezing cold, had already grasped onto his hand.