sbdcsierra Chapter 230: Fighting off the Bandits
Chapter 230: Fighting off the Bandits
Fu Heng used up his last bit of strength to climb up and held Wei Yingluo tightly behind him. His body was like a solid wall, blocking the bandits' attack.
He looked at the bandits sternly and said, "If you don't want to get into trouble, get out of the way." Although his voice was weak, it revealed an unquestionable majesty, and his heart was filled with anger.
The bandits laughed loudly, ignored the advice and rushed forward waving their weapons.
Their laughter was like the roar of a group of demons, echoing in the air. Their movements were rough and brutal, like a group of irrational beasts.
Fu Heng ignored the disturbance of miasma and had only one thought in his mind, which was to protect Wei Yingluo.
Although his body was extremely weak, he still managed to stand up. His arms blocked Wei Yingluo's body like a solid barrier.
In the fierce battle, Fu Heng accidentally got his arm scratched by the bandit's knife, and a sharp pain came over him. The pain was like a flash of lightning, instantly spreading throughout his body.
But he gritted his teeth and continued to fight hard.
Fu Heng clenched his teeth tightly together, as if he wanted to crush all the pain. His eyes were full of determination, and he had no intention of retreating.
Wei Yingluo, who was protected by Fu Heng, finally found an opportunity and stood in front of Fu Heng.
She used poison powder to fend off the bandits' attacks while looking after Fu Heng.
Her eyes were filled with fear, but more of it was worry about Fu Heng. She quickly searched for the poison powder in her bag and sprinkled it on the bandits. She kept praying in her heart, hoping that the poison powder would work.
After a thrilling battle, the bandits were finally repelled and fled away in disgrace like a pack of defeated wild dogs.
Wei Yingluo hurriedly tore off the corner of her clothes and bandaged Fu Heng's wound. Her movements were swift and gentle, as if she was treating a most precious treasure.
"Fu Heng, why are you so stupid? You must hold on." Her eyes were filled with tears and her heart was full of worry. She stared at Fu Heng's wound, fearing that something unexpected might happen.
Fu Heng looked at her and smiled gently, "Don't worry, this little injury is nothing."
That smile was like warm sunshine, dispelling the fear in Wei Yingluo's heart. His eyes were full of tenderness and love, like a deep and bottomless lake.
Finally, peace returned.
They carried the Sacred Heart Grass, carefully avoided other dangers, and headed towards the capital with difficulty.
Along the way, Fu Heng was supported by a will, that is, to escort Wei Yingluo home safely. His eyes were firm, like a star that would never go out.
Wei Yingluo continued to encourage him, changing his dressings and giving him acupuncture.
Her voice was like a warm spring breeze, blowing Fu Heng's heart. Her words were gentle yet powerful, like a bright lamp lit in the darkness.
After going through untold hardships, they finally returned to the capital successfully.
On the way back to Beijing, Wei Yingluo had already taken time out to work non-stop to prepare the detoxification pill.
Her eyes showed fatigue and relief, but she felt a little comforted in her heart because she felt that her efforts were not in vain.
In the end, the pill made from the Sacred Heart Grass was presented to the emperor intact, but Fu Heng, who returned to the Fucha Mansion, had fallen into a coma.
This sacred heart grass carries their hardships and deep affection along the way, and also brings hope of life to Empress Fucha who is troubled by illness in the palace.
Wei Yingluo and Fu Heng's hearts were filled with hope, and they both hoped that Empress Fucha would recover soon.
But in the Fucha Mansion, Wei Yingluo was guarding Fu Heng's bedside, her heart full of guilt and heartache.
Mrs. Fucha's tears kept falling like beads from a broken string. Every tear contained her worry for Fu Heng, and she silently prayed that he would wake up.
There was sadness and expectation in her eyes, and she held Fu Heng's hand tightly, as if she was grasping at the last glimmer of hope.
Master Fucha's body was trembling slightly, like a leaf swaying in the wind. He kept talking to Fuheng, hoping that his son could hear his voice and wake up quickly.
In the solemn yet sad Fucha Mansion, Wei Yingluo finally finished comforting Madam Fucha and Master Fucha and let them go back to rest.
Unfortunately, Wei Yingluo's heart seemed to be tangled in a mess, with worries and anxieties colliding fiercely in her heart. But she still tried to calm her emotions, because she knew that finding her master and master's master was the most important thing at the moment.
At this moment, her eyes were eagerly cast towards Bixiao, and there seemed to be a fire burning in her eyes, with an urgent desire to know the answer.
"Bixiao, how is it, has my master returned to Beijing?"
As Wei Yingluo spoke, she involuntarily took a small step forward, leaning forward slightly, her eyes fixed on Bixiao, her gaze full of hope and desire.