Xizhou seems to be very resistant to the person "Ming Hong", which makes Nanfeng feel abnormal. Xizhou coughed a few times intermittently, Xu was involved in his heart and lungs, he raised his hand to cover his chest, and his face became pale and ugly.

"Are you alright? I'll accompany you to the hospital. Nanfeng said.

Xizhou waved his hand and said, "It's just a minor illness, it's not worth a trip to the hospital." ”

But as soon as he finished speaking, he coughed a few more times.

His cough is not as shallow and small as ordinary people, his cough is violent and dull, with some wheezing, like the war drums facing the wind in front of the two armies, and the cough is frightened, no matter how you look at it, it is not a minor illness.

Nanfeng stood up and tugged at his arm: "Look at it, how sick you are, you still have to stand up!"

He pushed Nanfeng's hand away, pulled her back to her place, and said with a smile: "The hospital can't see my illness, my body knows by itself, and I can't die—don't you want to know who 'Minghong' is? Come, I'll tell you." ”

Nanfeng was suddenly in no mood to listen, but had to sit down according to his wishes.

Xizhou's drama of "taking care of him left and right" was very full, and his spirit recovered a lot, and he explained while pouring her wine: "I think about it, more than a hundred years ago, and a scholar who can only be vassal, there is nothing to talk about." But if you are interested, I will tell you about it: his surname is Helian, and his single name is the word 'clothes', and 'Minghong' is his character. Because his father, the then Kuizhou Taishou Helian Lord's favorite poem before his death, was "The Book of Songs, Qin Feng, No Clothes", so he was named He Lianyi. ”

Helian clothes, Helian clothes. Nanfeng silently read it a few times, and felt a little familiar, and that familiar feeling was like a loud burp, with the taste of the past, but after the fight, the internal organs were empty again.

Xizhou said: "He was hit by the list during the scientific examination, served in the imperial court for less than a year, and was exiled to the frontier by Gaozong for treason, and then disappeared, and people said that he died of illness." ”

"Treason?" exclaimed South Wind. Where is the ability of a newly appointed little scholar to commit treason?

But Xizhou said lightly, "um", which can be regarded as affirmation.

Thinking of the little scholars' excited attitude towards the two fakes, Nanfeng was quite surprised: "You can't be mistaken, right? I see that those Confucian scholars are very sought after him, he should be very talented!"

"In vain. ”

How so?

"That'...... Who are the 'Seven Princes' they are talking about? Why did the royal family dispose of all the works of Helian Yi? Is there anything to do with the two of them?"

Xizhou lowered his head a little, covered his mouth and coughed twice, and replied: "The Seventh Prince is the seventh prince of Taizong of the Yi Dynasty more than a hundred years ago, to be precise, she is the only princess of the Yi Dynasty who is buried as a prince. ”

Nanfeng was stunned by what he said: "Ahh......h

"Her name is easy to go down to An, Ye Yi'an. ”

"No, isn't Yi Chaoguo's surname Song? Why is his surname Ye? Didn't Yi Chao not allow the princess to survive at all? Why did she survive?" Nanfeng questioned with the most basic common sense she knew.

"She is a prince that the royal family does not dare to admit. ”

"Don't you dare to admit it? Did the royal family remove her?"

"Her name has never been on the royal family tree. Xizhou's face was a little pale.

Nanfeng still didn't understand, and said, "As a prince—no, princess—but not recognized by the royal family, he's a sinner, right?"

"She's not!" Xizhou suddenly said sharply, his eyes wide open.

"No, it's not, ...... you're so excited?" Before she finished speaking, Nanfeng quickly shut up, because she clearly saw the bloodshot in Xizhou's eyes. He's angry.

Although Nanfeng stopped his mouth in time, Xizhou's excitement was still beyond her imagination. I saw him press his hands on the table, his eyes sharpened, and his voice doubled as loud, as if he was using all his strength to accuse: "She is not guilty! She is not sorry for anyone! Why kill her? Why let her bear the infamy of the ages!"

Xizhou's voice was very loud, and the voice was so poignant that it made people's scalps tingle, attracting the attention of many guests to focus on him. This poignant accusation made Nanfeng feel familiar, like a shattered memory, when Su Chen pointed at her with a jade soul fan that night, he wailed again and again.

However, now receiving the attention of countless guests, Nanfeng felt quite embarrassed, and the first thing that came to mind was how to find a way to regulate Xizhou's emotions. She pulled him and said, "Xizhou, don't be angry. That's just a man who has been dead for more than a hundred years, what are you doing......"

Before Nanfeng could finish his words, he was seen coughing violently suddenly. He coughed more badly than she had ever seen, and this time, even the shopkeeper gave him a look of concern.

"Xizhou?"

Xizhou coughed violently, accompanied by a dull wheezing. He picked at the corner of the table in front of him with one hand, and tugged at his chest with the other, and his eyebrows twisted into a pimple. The more he coughed, the more violent he became, and it was too late for him to hide his pain with his hands, and a dazzling red liquid spurted out......

Nanfeng was shocked and suspicious: It was okay just now, but I talked about two people more than a hundred years ago, why did it suddenly become like this?

Xizhou's palms were stained with blood, his body trembled violently, and a layer of cold sweat immediately formed on his body. His face was white and terrible, and the pain was unbearable, and he rubbed the thin clothes on his chest into a mess.

Nanfeng was so frightened that he hurried over to help him. Xizhou no longer had the strength to sit firmly, so he could only rely on the strength of the south wind to hold on, but the continuous coughing couldn't stop no matter what.

Xizhou seemed to want to say something, but he only moved his fingers, his eyes closed, and he fainted.

His body leaned on Nanfeng's body softly, his breath was like a gossamer, and the mottled blood at the corners of his mouth showed his poor physical condition.

Nanfeng panicked, and finally remembered that he was originally a patient struggling on the line of life and death, and she had to be involved in painting and selling paintings, and she had told her such a lot of things. He must have been exhausted.

Will he die?

Well-meaning customers gathered around, and the store followed. With their help, Nanfeng placed Xizhou in the room on the second floor of this restaurant as quickly as possible, and then invited an old doctor with a white beard and a bit of fairy bones.

The old doctor twisted her eyebrows and diagnosed for a long time, and said a lot of words, only the last two sentences she understood. He said that the little scholar was too weak to be saved.

Under Nanfeng's repeated requests, the old doctor opened a few packets of nourishing medicinal herbs, saying that he could live one day at a time. Nanfeng felt that the old doctor was too straightforward, and he was afraid that he would not be beaten less in his life.

The old doctor was gone, and the hut was clean. Except for the faint sound of Xizhou's breathing, there was no sound.

The south wind suddenly felt cold, cold to the bone.

In just one day, this little scholar who was lying in bed to earn a living brought her rare satisfaction, and every day was more free and warm than that brought to her by Suchen. He told her stories incomprehensibly, patiently listened to her experiences, and gave her a brief moment of beauty.

However, it was too short-lived.

She was just discarded by one person, and now, she is going to be discarded by another person again......