Chương 41: Chapter 71 : Outside the Royal City

When the two brothers met again, it was outside the Inspectorate Office's prison. The autumn wind blew freely, causing the banners to roll and snap. Jiang Wenyan and Mute Uncle staggered forward, supporting Lu Zhiyuan, who had already passed out.

"Anu!" Jiang Wenfeng hurried forward. He saw Lu Zhiyuan's mouth covered in blood. His hands had already disappeared from both arms, replaced by sleeves wrapped in tattered clothing. Blood had soaked through the cloth, turning it a deep purplish-red.

"Uh-ah, uh!" Mute Uncle gestured anxiously, pointing at Lu Zhiyuan, his face full of grief and panic.

"Anu, how is Teacher?" Jiang Wenyan raised his head. Tears suddenly fell from his eyes.

"Big Brother, save Teacher." He himself had already suffered twenty strokes before the court, and his body was wounded. This one sentence seemed to drain all his strength. After saying it, he collapsed to his knees and cried bitterly.

"Teacher?" Jiang Wenfeng carefully took Lu Zhiyuan and called out softly, but Lu Zhiyuan gave no response. Seeing this, he tested the pulse at Lu Zhiyuan's neck. After discovering that there was still a pulse, he no longer had time to say more. He directly carried Lu Zhiyuan on his back and ran toward a medical clinic. A great scholar of his generation now had both hands severed. His head rested weakly against Jiang Wenfeng's shoulder, blood constantly spilling from his mouth.

His hair was disheveled, and his appearance was unbearably miserable. This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it"No!" After running for a while, Jiang Wenfeng clearly sensed that Lu Zhiyuan's breathing was weakening. If this continued, he would not last until they reached the medical clinic. He hurriedly put Lu Zhiyuan down.

After hesitating briefly, he took out the porcelain bottle from his chest, gritted his teeth, removed one Qi-Nourishing Pill from it, and placed it into Lu Zhiyuan's mouth. The Qi-Nourishing Pill melted as soon as it entered his mouth. Its medicinal power slowly flowed into his abdomen and spread through his body. Gradually, Lu Zhiyuan's breathing stabilized somewhat. Only then did Jiang Wenfeng carry him again. Ten days later. At an inn in the Royal City.

After learning that the storm had calmed, Zhang Bin returned to the Cloud Central Border Army ahead of them. As for Lu Zhiyuan, after the effects of the Qi-Nourishing Pill and treatment from the medical clinic, his condition had basically stabilized.

"Teacher, let's go home." Jiang Wenfeng came to the bedside. Seeing that Lu Zhiyuan's complexion had improved slightly, he slowly spoke. The group was staying at a Royal City inn, and food, lodging, and daily expenses all cost money. By now, the fifty taels Zhang Bin had left behind were already spent. If they did not leave soon, they would be driven out onto the street. Lu Zhiyuan's expression was bleak. His entire person looked much older. Now, he could not speak, and he could not write.

He had become even less capable than Mute Uncle. Hearing Jiang Wenfeng's words, his expression turned sorrowful. He struggled to rise and tried to walk outside.

"Uh, uh-ah!" Mute Uncle hurriedly stopped him, then gestured repeatedly at Jiang Wenyan. The two had accompanied one another for decades. Even though Lu Zhiyuan could no longer speak, Mute Uncle seemed to know what he intended to do. Jiang Wenyan also rushed forward and knelt before Lu Zhiyuan.

"Teacher, come back with Anu!"

"Didn't you often teach Anu that a gentleman must not abandon himself because of hardship?"

"Anu still wants you to stay with me. Let us continue walking this road together." Lu Zhiyuan stopped struggling. He slowly stretched out both arms and touched Jiang Wenyan's head.

"Wu, wu…" A pained, sobbing cry came from his mouth, making all who heard it feel inexplicably sorrowful. Jiang Wenfeng silently turned away, unable to bear watching this scene. The next day, a carriage slowly left the Royal City and headed toward Cloud Central Prefecture.

"Is that Brother Jiang?" On the official road outside the Royal City, as the carriage moved slowly, a familiar voice came from behind. Jiang Wenfeng pulled the carriage to a stop and looked back. He saw a luxurious carriage approaching from behind, accompanied by more than ten Black Scale Guards on horseback. The ornate carriage caught up and slowly stopped beside them.