Tuoba Yu leaned into Xi Yu's arms and said with guilty expression: "It's all my fault for being willful, which has caused us to go through so many twists and turns."

Xi Yu looked at her gently, shook her head gently, and said, "Don't say anything, I have forgiven you. I only care about where you have been during this period and whether you are doing well."

A hint of emotion flashed in Tuoba Yu's eyes, and she lowered her eyes slightly and began to tell a series of things that have happened recently.

"After I left in anger that day, I felt full of regret, but I didn't know how to turn back..."

Xi Yu was shocked and heartbroken when he listened to Tuoba Yu's story.

He never expected that Tuoba Yu would have experienced such hardship as amnesia.

"It turns out that the two Taoist priests Qingfeng Mingyue helped you. We must remember this kindness in our hearts. When I have time, I will take you to Kunlun Mountain and thank them in person."

Xi Yu said solemnly, his eyes full of gratitude and respect.

At this moment, Tuoba Yu suddenly yawned.

Seeing this, Xi Yu felt pity.

He looked at Tuoba Yu gently and said softly: "You must be tired. Go back to your room to rest. Have a good sleep and drive away all the fatigue of these days."

Tuoba Yu nodded slightly, with a hint of fatigue in his eyes. Xi Yu gently helped her up, and slowly walked towards her room as if she was caring for the most precious treasure in the world.

He laid the bed for Tuoba Yu and carefully covered her with a quilt.

Looking at Tuoba Yu's quiet sleeping face, a warm current surged in Xi Yu's heart.

In the room, the atmosphere instantly became hot.

Xi Yu was like a long drought and rain, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time in his heart completely exploded at this moment.

He pounced on Tuoba Yu, his eyes full of affection and desire.

Tuoba Yu was slightly stunned, then a blush appeared on his face, and the same feeling appeared in his eyes.

The two hugged each other tightly, feeling each other's temperature and heartbeat.

After the passion, Tuoba Yu's eyes were still confused, but soon, her expression became solemn.

"Husband, is Yu Ping'an really dead? I always feel that things are a little strange. Are you acting?"

Tuoba Yu stared at Xi Yu tightly, trying to find the answer from his expression.

Xi Yu was slightly stunned. He didn't expect Tuoba Yu to notice so quickly.

After a moment of silence, he sighed and said, "You are indeed keen. Since you have already noticed it, I will not hide it from you. Xi Ping'an is indeed not dead. All of this is a game I set up."

Tuoba Yu waited for Xi Yu to continue to explain. Xi Yu said slowly: "The situation was very critical at that time, and we were facing a powerful enemy. In order to protect Xi Ping's safety and to let the enemy relax their vigilance, I had to create the illusion that Xi Ping's safety is dead. I secretly moved him to a safe place and waited for the time to ripe before letting him appear."

"Then where is the opera safe now? Is he safe?" Tuoba Yu asked with concern.

Xi Yu held Tuoba Yu's hand and said, "Don't worry, he is very safe. He is now in a secret place and has someone to protect. When the time is right, we can get him back to everyone's sight."

Tuoba Yu nodded, and the doubts in his heart finally disappeared.

Xi Yu gently stroked Tuoba Yu's hair and said gently: "Okay, you have a good rest. This matter must be kept confidential and no one can know that Xi Ping'an is still alive, otherwise our previous efforts will be in vain."

Tuoba Yu raised his head slightly, looked at Xi Yu's eyes, and said firmly: "Don't worry, I must keep my mouth shut. This matter is of great importance, and I will not take it lightly."

Xi Yu smiled with relief and kissed Tuoba Yu gently on the forehead.

"Sleep, when you wake up, everything will be fine." He whispered.

The next day, Song Shuwen woke up slowly, his head still a little dizzy.

He slowly opened his eyes. He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, nor did he know whether it was night or day now.

Just then, he heard a slight sound of footsteps.

Immediately afterwards, a voice sounded: "When you wake up, hurry up and eat. After eating, you must answer whether you agree with the boss's request. Remember, don't make any requirements just because you know medical skills."

Song Shuwen was eating the food voraciously, and he was really hungry.

The taste of the food dissipated in his mouth, which made him feel extremely satisfied. While eating, he was thinking about his situation in his heart.

"The situation is not good now. I am trapped here and don't know what the situation is outside. If I don't agree to their request, it will be difficult to survive. But if I agree, I don't know what consequences I will face." Song Shuwen's heart was full of contradictions.

At this moment, the person who delivered the meal came in again. He looked at Song Shuwen and asked, "Have you considered it? What are you thinking?"

He took a deep breath and said, "I am willing to agree to the boss' request."

The person who delivered the meal showed a satisfied smile: "Very good, a person who knows the current affairs is a hero. Don't worry, as long as you are obedient, the boss will not treat you badly."

Song Shuwen lowered his head slightly and sighed in his heart. "I don't want to do this either, but in order to survive, I have no choice. Let's live first and then find a chance to get rid of their control in the future." He thought silently in his heart.

The person who delivered the meal explained some precautions and turned around and left.

Song Shuwen sat there, feeling heavy.

He didn't know whether his decision was right, but he knew that now he had to take one step at a time and wait for the opportunity.

After a while, Song Shuwen keenly heard a slight sound of footsteps from far to near.

His heart suddenly tightened, knowing that the person was coming in again.

Soon, the man came to him and put a mask on him again without saying a word.

"Follow me." The man said briefly.

Song Shuwen did not resist and stood up obediently and followed the man.

After walking for a while, Song Shuwen felt as if he was in a strange and mysterious world.

Finally, they stopped. Song Shuwen guessed that he had come to Old Song's place again, but the mask was not taken off.

I also need to go to Lao Song’s mother’s house.

Old Song's voice rang in his ear: "Song Shuwen, have you thought about it?"

Song Shuwen's throat was a little dry. He nodded slightly and said, "Yes."

Old Song looked at Song Shuwen, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Very good."

Then, he waved his hand and signaled his subordinates to take Song Shuwen away.

Before Song Shuwen could react, he was pushed forward by someone.

Soon, Song Shuwen got on a carriage.

As soon as he sat down, he heard a slight breathing sound coming from beside him.

He knew that the cook was also in the carriage to prevent him from opening his blindfold.

A sense of helplessness surged in Song Shuwen's heart, but he also understood that in this case, resistance was useless.

He simply thought about nothing, leaned against the wall of the carriage, and let the carriage lead him forward.

The carriage was shaking and making a "crying" sound.

The carriage slowly stopped, and Song Shuwen's heart also rose.

The person who delivered the meal jumped off the carriage first, and then reached out to pull Song Shuwen down.

Song Shuwen's steps were a little vague.

The person who delivered the meal took Song Shuwen into the village without saying a word.

This is an ordinary village, with houses arranged in an orderly manner, smoke rising from the chimneys, and the air filled with the smell of soil and grass.

Finally, they came to a farmer's home.

The person who delivered the meal stopped, turned around and looked at Song Shuwen, and said, "It's here."

Then, he reached out and took off Song Shuwen's eye mask.

Song Shuwen blinked and adapted to the sudden arrival of light.

What was presented to him was an ordinary farmyard.

There were some vegetables and flowers and plants planted in the yard, and an old hen brought a few chicks to feed in the yard.

The house is made of adobe and wood. Although it is simple, it gives people a warm feeling.

Just as Song Shuwen was sitting in the room thinking, a man slowly walked out of the room next to him. When the person who delivered the meal saw the man, he nodded and said respectfully: "This is the miracle doctor Song Shuwen brought by the boss. Hurry up and treat the old man to the doctor."

Hearing this, the man's eyes fell on Song Shuwen, looked up and down, and then said in a plain tone: "Come in."

Song Shuwen stood up and followed the man.

The man said as he walked, "I am Lao Song's younger brother, named Song Dabao."

As Song Dabao walked into the room, an old aura came to his face.

The indoor light was a little dim, and a simple bed was placed in the middle of the house, with an old woman lying on it.

The old woman looked pale, her eyes were closed, and she looked very weak.

Song Shuwen walked to the bed and carefully observed the old woman's face and pulse.

His brows frowned slightly, thinking about the possibility of illness.

Song Dabao looked at Song Shuwen nervously and asked, "How is it? Can my mother's illness be cured?"

Song Shuwen was silent for a moment and said, "It's hard to say at the moment. I need to know more about the condition."
Chapter completed!