He Lan Tianxia

Chapter 268 The Pavilion of Separation and Hatred

"Your Highness, we're back."

Jiang He, Luo Xie, and Ling Yi also rushed in, looking exhausted. Undeniably, they had traveled day and night, and Murong Junlan could understand their hardship. However, it was quite frustrating that several people and two horses had only managed to bring back two large blocks of ice. But saving lives was the priority, and he had no time to reprimand them. He told Jiang He and the others to move the ice to the cave entrance, but Jiang He suddenly stumbled and his leg buckled, causing him to fall to the ground. Luo Xie also slumped to the ground like a snake, while Ling Yi was resting with his eyes closed.

Hong Xiuying happened to walk over, and she instructed the monks to push the large ice block to the cave entrance. The eagle threw the purple bamboo flute back to Murong Junlan and flew onto the ice block.

The eagle chirped a few words to Lingyi, who then told Murong Junlan that the eagle wanted the bag of pills back. Without a second thought, Murong Junlan pulled the pills out of his sleeve and tossed them back to the eagle, since the eagle was the rightful owner of the pills.

"Finally, you've refined the elixir?" The gorilla excitedly hopped over, standing respectfully beside the eagle as if it had changed its nature.

"Hey, what do you know? This pill could save its life!" The gorilla picked up the pill bag and followed closely beside the eagle, acting as a true helper.

Murong Junlan ignored them and began to work on his new method of opening the cave entrance. He held the purple bamboo flute to his lips again, took a deep breath, and then slowly began to play the flute.

"Hey, has the prince lost his mind?" Hong Xiuying and the monks exchanged bewildered glances, but dared not speak. It was one thing for the prince not to order ice to be smashed against the cave entrance, but he also had time to play the flute?

Oh dear, this is terrible! To be honest, although Hong Xiuying hadn't spent much time with the princess, she admired the princess's character. If it weren't for the princess, Hong Xiuying might not have been able to marry Zhong Ziqi, that scholar. Although Zhong Ziqi was a weak scholar, he was impeccable in terms of character, appearance, and temperament. He was the kind of person who could be both domestic and elegant, a truly virtuous wife.

Seeing that half of the ice had melted, Hong Xiuying couldn't hold back any longer. She suddenly stood up and reached out to snatch Murong Junlan's purple bamboo flute. Lingyi was so frightened that she leaped up and blocked Hong Xiuying's hand. Her heart was in her throat: "My dear sister, are you trying to cause trouble? Or do you want the prince to die of vomiting blood?"

Lingyi knew that Murong Junlan was using ice as a medicinal catalyst and the sound of the flute as internal energy to promote the healing of the Pavilion Master's internal injuries, so that the Pavilion Master would wake up and automatically open the cave door, because only the Pavilion Master himself could open this cave door.

A door that shuts out life and death can only be opened automatically by the arising of hope. To outsiders, even the most skilled martial artist is helpless.

Murong Junlan used the sound of the purple bamboo flute to wake up the Pavilion Master, expel the newborn virus, and tell the Pavilion Master that there is a person he loves who needs to be saved. He also tells the Pavilion Master that there is someone outside who is concerned about his beloved. Is he willing to let his beloved die with him?

There is a kind of enduring companionship that involves being together day and night, and another kind that involves watching over each other. Sometimes, watching over each other makes one love more deeply than being together day and night.

As the saying goes:

Xianyun is clever, Feixing spreads hatred, and Yinhan looms dark. When Jinfeng Yulu met, it won over countless people on earth.

Tender feelings flow like water, a beautiful time like a dream, how can I bear to look back on the road to the Magpie Bridge? If our love is destined to last, why should we be together every day and night!