Story of Yanxi Palace: Fu Ying's banner will never fall

Chapter 226 Return to Camp

Fu Heng suppressed his discomfort and smiled at Wei Yingluo. That smile was like a dying flower in winter that was still holding on, weak and powerless.

The slightly upward curve of the corners of his mouth was full of reluctance, and in every smile there was unspeakable pain. In Wei Yingluo's eyes, this smile only made her heart feel as if it was hit hard.

Fu Heng said slowly: "Yingluo, I'm fine. Let's go back quickly, it's getting dark, and if there are any more wild beasts, I'm afraid I can't protect you." His voice was like a dead leaf rustling in the wind, weak and intermittent, and every word seemed to be squeezed out with difficulty from the depths of his throat.

His eyes revealed deep concern for Wei Yingluo. Although he was extremely unwell, Wei Yingluo's safety was still on his mind.

Deep in his heart, Wei Yingluo is the one he wants to protect at all costs. Even though he is already weak at this moment, this belief has never wavered.

Wei Yingluo tried hard to hold back her tears, but they still flowed down uncontrollably. The tears were like a flood that broke through the strong defense line that she had tried so hard to build.

Her eyes were filled with pain and self-blame, as if Fu Heng's pain had turned into sharp needles, piercing her heart again and again.

She nodded vigorously, with a resolute movement, as if telling Fu Heng that she would follow his arrangements, while also encouraging herself to bring Fu Heng back safely.

The two of them supported each other, and every step was full of difficulty.

Fu Heng's body was swaying like a candle in the wind. He had to rely on Wei Yingluo's support every step he took. His legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and he needed to use all his strength to lift them.

Wei Yingluo herself was also dizzy. She felt as if the whole world was spinning. The road under her feet seemed to have turned into a rough sea, making it difficult for her to stand steadily.

But she still clenched her teeth, clenching them tightly together, as if trying to gather all her strength.

She held Fu Heng's arm tightly, using her body to support him, trying to keep herself awake, like a drowning person looking for a ray of light in the darkness.

Finally, they arrived at the camp with great difficulty.

The secret guards quickly gathered around, their faces instantly filled with concern. Their eyes were full of worry, and their footsteps were hurried and anxious, quickly running towards the two people.

They helped the two of them into the tent, and placed the herbs and food they found in Wei Yingluo and Fu Heng's tent. Their movements were quick and orderly, like well-trained soldiers carrying out an important mission.

At this time, Wei Yingluo, who was not greatly affected by the miasma, still felt dizzy, but she gritted her teeth, as if she was fighting tenaciously against the discomfort to keep herself awake.

Her brows were tightly locked together, like two insurmountable mountains. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and slowly slid down her cheeks.

Wei Yingluo bit the tip of her tongue hard to wake herself up.

She quickly let Fu Heng lie down, and she felt his pulse with her shaking hands. Her fingers were on Fu Heng's wrist, and she could clearly feel her hand trembling slightly uncontrollably. She tried hard to concentrate her attention, trying to find out the extent of the miasma from Fu Heng's weak pulse.

Her eyes were full of concentration, and she used some related medicines. When she was looking for the medicine in the medicine bag, her fingers were groping in the medicine bag a little panic. Every time she took out a medicine, she would look at it carefully to confirm, hoping to stop the poison of the miasma.

However, Fu Heng's face was still pale, as if covered with a thick layer of frost and snow, without a trace of blood. The medicine did not improve his condition, but only stopped the spread of the poison.

Wei Yingluo looked at Fu Heng, her heart filled with despair and helplessness.

Her eyes were full of anxiety, like a little animal trapped in a cage and unable to find a way out. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.

Looking at Wei Yingluo crying non-stop, Fu Heng felt more pain in his heart than in his body. He felt as if his heart was being slowly cut by countless knives, and each cut brought him excruciating pain.

He watched Wei Yingluo cry, as if he saw his most precious thing being destroyed.

He raised his hand with force, and the movement of raising it seemed like he was fighting against huge resistance. His arm trembled slightly in the air like a leaf struggling in the wind.

Fu Heng wiped Wei Yingluo's tears and gently touched her cheek with his fingers. There was a hint of coolness in his fingers, as if he wanted to convey his calmness to Wei Yingluo.

"Yingluo...heal yourself...I'm really fine, I'll be fine after a while of sleep."

His voice was getting weaker and weaker, like a candlelight that was about to go out, and it could disappear into the darkness at any time. His eyes were half open and half closed, and his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and every time he opened them, he had to make great efforts.

Wei Yingluo cried even louder, her cries echoing in the tent, full of grief. She hurriedly shouted, "Fu Heng! Don't sleep yet, I'll give you an acupuncture, you will be fine, really."

Her eyes were full of determination, as if she had grabbed the last straw in the darkness. She kept praying in her heart, hoping that she could make Fu Heng better.

Her hands quickly searched for the golden needles in the package. Her movements were quick but not chaotic, and her eyes never left Fu Heng's face.

Fu Heng smiled, and that smile was pale and weak, like a faint starlight flashing in the darkness. He tried to open his eyes, but they seemed to be pressed by heavy stones, and it was extremely difficult to open them a little.

Wei Yingluo took out a set of golden needles. Her hands were very dexterous and her eyes were focused and serious. She held the golden needles steadily with her fingers and gently inserted them into Fu Heng's acupuncture points, hoping to expel some of the toxins, but it still had little effect.

She became more and more anxious, and the sweat on her forehead increased, gathering into beads as big as beans and rolling down her forehead. Her breathing also became rapid, as if she was running a difficult race.