The next morning, the mist was obscene, the frost and dew were covered, and a thick layer of ice crystals formed on the dead wood branches in the court, which looked extremely crystal clear under the light of the fine sunlight, and the man who was flying with a sword in the court was as white as snow, but the dark and deep eyes were blue and black.

Jintong shrunk his shoulders and ran over, his voice a little rough: "General, it's not good." Raising his hand to wipe the beads of sweat from the corners of his forehead, Jintong's face became darker and darker: "The person is gone, even the corpse that was brought back is gone." ”

"What?"

Dou Xiaoyang turned over and landed firmly on the bluestone slab, his eyes were cold and a little thicker than the frost and snow on the treetops, he withdrew his long sword slightly, and rushed out with a flick...

Jintong followed behind with self-reproach, his hands clenched into fists and secretly spit on himself, he understood the importance of the dead body and the man in black brought back last night, and blamed himself for the smoke he drank in the middle of the night, and suddenly a stabbing pain in his left shoulder hit, Jintong snorted, gritted his teeth and stepped forward, but before he reached the arch of the cloister, he went crooked.

"Ahh

"The Hibiscus guard fainted..."

The maids and maids who swept the court screamed and ran to help, the hibiscus on the ground was as white as death with a black and red face, thin lips were pursed and gray, and red blood continued to ooze from his shirt on his left shoulder.

Dou Xiaoyang, who ran to the steps of the arch porch, rushed over with an arrow step....

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"Does it matter if he's injured?" Rolling up the white brocade robe, Dou Xiaoyang sat on the soft chair with a heavy face and ate tea, watching the doctor tremblingly pierce the red-hot silver needle into the blood-red arm, the hibiscus on the bed was already fainting in pain, and there was no sound at all, but the maid who was waiting for the water and medicine on the side covered her mouth and shouted softly in fright.

The old doctor shook his hands in the vines and ravines, walked to the edge of the soft chair and bowed: "General Hui, what this son is in is the poison of the five gods, fortunately he found it early, otherwise Hua Tuo would not be able to protect him if he is alive!" The old doctor picked up a coarse cloth to wipe the cold sweat on the tip of his nose, and his old face drooped like a bitter gourd.

"Five gods?" Dou Xiao raised his eyebrows and frowned, his bronze face glowed with cold light, and his clearly carved silhouette was cold and bewildering.

He narrowed his eyes and carefully recalled the events of last night, could it be that he was injured last night? What did the five gods san do to hurt Jintong? Could it be the sharp arrow that suddenly shot...

"Wushensan was first developed by the Hu people, it is refined with toad crisp, scorpion powder and Shirui Shanglu, this poison is fierce and dangerous, if you do not use fire puncture acupuncture in time, I am afraid that three to five days later it will be poisoned to death. The old doctor stroked his gray beard, hooked up and pinched out a thin needle the length of bamboo chopsticks, and ordered the maidservants to serve the candlesticks and take the needles to roast...

"In addition to silver needle puncture, there is no other way to detoxify?" Dou Xiaoyang jumped forward steadily, and pressed Jintong's moving left arm, only to see a bang, the blood-red tender meat was instantly burned into a big hole, and for a while, the bright red skin and flesh on that side were roasted and blackened, and the maidservant woman on the side turned pale in shock, and she didn't dare to look at it.

Jintong's face was as white as paper, and he suddenly opened his black eyes in pain, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and his eyeballs bulged and stared at the blue curtain above his head, and his silver teeth almost crushed him.

The old doctor reached out and took out the ** end in the brocade box, and poured it towards the black and scorched wound: "If there is no silver needle puncture soaked in mercury, you can use this alone, but the wound heals a little slower." As he spoke, he poured a few more on the blackened wound.

Dou Xiaoyang only smelled a trace of the faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers, and the familiar fragrance of flowers rushed into his nose, and his dark eyes sank slightly: "This is the pollen of the double stamen golden osmanthus?" He remembered, on the hill facing west from the east corner tower, there were not a few such peculiar osmanthus trees in the sleeping place of the girl who died early!

Thinking of the playful and clever woman who died early, Dou Xiaoyang's heart suddenly softened, and his cold eyes became gentle and moist as if soaked in spring water.

"General Dou has good eyesight, this is the pollen of the double golden cinnamon. The old doctor cast an approving gaze, gently wiped his tendoned palms with a soft cloth, and his cloudy old eyes sank a little: "It's a pity! ”

"It is said that the old man also saw it once in the Ningxi Hou Mansion more than ten years ago. The old doctor's face was sad for a moment, his dry lips trembled like cracked old bark, and he hurriedly raised his hand to wipe the moisture from the corners of his eyes: "These pollen are still the old man's reward for the Marquis of Ningxi at that time!"

Recalling the old things and the old people, it is inevitable that there is some sadness, the old doctor squirms the corners of his mouth, and he is deeply absorbed in memories...

Hearing the light cough of the man in brocade clothes beside him, the old doctor knelt down busily: "The little one should be damned!" The little one ....." The old doctor hung his head on the ground in fear, and curled up with his thin body and didn't dare to say more.

Who doesn't know that eight years ago, the home of the Marquis of Ningxi who was raided for collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country was very prosperous, and the Ningxi Marquis Mansion, which was constantly favored, was killed overnight and wiped out the nine clans.

Now who dares to mention a few words of Naning Xihou Mansion...

If the old doctor's words were listened to by someone with a heart, he would not say that he would destroy his relatives, but he was afraid that the head on his neck would not be safe! He knew that he had missed his mouth, and a burst of horror rose on his old face covered with vines, and the placket of his back had already been wet with cold sweat and stuck to his body, and the silence made his back like a sharp light.

In the middle of the night, a pair of powerful palms lifted his trembling shoulders, and his clear and slightly hoarse voice was like a spring breeze blowing: "Old doctor, please get up!

"General Xie is gracious. ”

The old doctor kowtowed in gratitude, shrunk his shoulders and got up, glanced at the curled eyebrows of the man in white like a fairy, hooked his head and said: "This son is fine, apply this packet of powder to him every day, and he will be cured in less than half a month." ”

After that, he handed a packet of pollen wrapped in plain paper to Mama Yang on the side, and bent down to Dou Xiaoyang, who was frowning on the soft chair.

"Dr. Xie Tang. Dou Xiao raised his head and rolled his eyes, and instructed Mama Yang: "Mama is good to send Dr. Tang out, and the doctor has a meritorious service in saving Hibiscus, and he will be rewarded for his good life." ”

Mama Yang hurriedly responded, and opened the curtain to send the sweaty Dr. Hu out.....

Dou Xiaoyang glanced at Jintong who was sparkling with cold sweat on the bed, and ordered the left and right maids to serve carefully, and his cold eyes looked straight at the carved screen behind the round case, where there were figures moving.

"Have you inquired clearly?" Dou Xiaoyang leaned half of his body close to the light gauze screen, pricking up his ears to listen to the black gauze covered guard's announcement.

This black gauze guard is called Shadow, and he is his personal guard, just like Jintong, he is the person who accompanies him at all times, but the shadow is different from Jintong, and the shadow's bizarre appearance is different from ordinary people, so he can't see people from time to time, but his martial arts are even more high.

Dou Xiaoyang's dark eyes turned slightly, and he raised his hand to touch his cold chin: "Really, did you see Yuwen Jingyi go to the red house in Shiqiaozhou?"

The red house of Shiqiaozhou is rumored to be the nest of Meishamen, and the current owner of the door is said to be called Xie Qianqian, although a female stream but the appearance of martial arts has always been talked about by the world, since last night he found out that the man in black was done by Meishamen, Dou Xiaoyang couldn't help but feel strange, he thought that he had not offended the Meishamen, who dominated the rivers and lakes.

What's more, he had heard rumors that the reason why Meishamen was hegemonic in the rivers and lakes was mostly because of the support of the royal family, and he recalled that in the past, he had also heard many deeds of Meishamen from the mouth of the Northern Emperor Yuwen Lingyong, so Dou Xiaoyang didn't want to act rashly.

The dark shadow blown by the cold wind in the lattice of the window lattice, the black veil on his face floated, and in a trance, a red and gorgeous lotus flower loomed under the white porcelain eyelids, and the shadow stood with his chest crossed, and his voice was clear and cold: "The subordinates can see clearly, Yuwen Jingyi's thief hooked the woman's waist and back into the red house." ”

"That woman is Xie Qianqian?" Dou Xiao raised his armrests and flicked his forehead, leaning on the agarwood screen with his side waist, his dark eyes were as dark as dark clouds in the sky, and his knife-like handsome face became more and more frowning.

He thought about it for half the night, even though Meishamen was standing in the rivers and lakes, he didn't have the courage to attack him! Besides, he had never had any grudges against that Meishamen, and he couldn't imagine that Xie Qianqian would dare to attack him! There must be a "nobleman" behind Meishamen, and that person was Yuwen Jingyi! The corners of Dou Xiaoyang's mouth crossed a sneer, and it was as clear and deep as frost falling on a winter night.

"It should be her. The shadow frowned, raised his hand to brush away the fluttering black hair on the black veil, the tip of the sword's nose was red from the cold, and his hands were folded and tightened: "It is rumored that Xie Qianqian, the owner of the Meisha Gate, only wears red clothes and hairpins. ”

The shadow touched the cold coarse fingertips and recalled, the woman was frivolous and twisted her waist and climbed up the thief's arm, the exaggerated hairpin on her head was extremely gaudy and vulgar, and he could smell the kitsch fat powder from a few feet away, and the shadow thought that his face sank a little more, and a trace of boredom welled up in his eyes.

"That's it. Dou Xiaoyang stretched out his hand to hook his lips, glanced at the inner room behind the curtain, and swept his gaze sharply towards the shadow: "The black-clothed person and the corpse held in Qingshui Hall last night were all robbed, you go and check..."

"It's been intercepted by his subordinates. ”

Before Dou Xiaoyang finished speaking, the shadow pulled his lips expressionlessly, looking like a young man: "It was a party sent by Meishamen, who was chased by his subordinates to a puddle in the western suburbs and killed. ”

Dou Xiaoyang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and patted the shadow on the shoulder: "Good job!

A violent cough hit the inner room, Dou Xiaoyang waved his hand to let the shadow retreat, he only flicked his sleeves, and in the blink of an eye, the shadow was gone, only the light veil on the screen raised a corner.

Turning around and walking to the inner room, Jintong coughed with a dark red face, and the two maids waited cautiously on the side, seeing him come in and hurriedly retreat to the side, Dou Xiaoyang lowered his eyes and let them out, and he pulled over the soft stool and sat up: "Are you better?"

"Why didn't you tell me when you were injured last night?" Dou Xiao raised his eyebrows and oozed a trace of anger, brushing the mist stained on the hem of his clothes, he said with a cold face: "Do you know that you almost died!"

The hibiscus on the bed was haggard, and a few beads of blood appeared on his chapped lips, and the corners of his lips trembled: "General, it's the incompetence of his subordinates, and he has lost important people..."

"Don't change the subject!" Dou Xiaoyang scolded in a deep voice, looking at Jintong's withered face, Dou Xiaoyang's heart became more and more cold: "That prisoner and the dead body were chased back by the shadows, what I said is why you are injured and have to hold on?"

Jintong pulled his lips, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he caressed his heart and gasped: "Fortunately, I chased it back..."

"So you're going to drink and numb the pain?" Dou Xiaoyang rolled his blue eyelids, reached out to help Jin Tong tuck the quilt, and the black lines on his face suddenly rose...

Jintong was stunned, smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, revealing snow-white and neat teeth: "It's all the fault of the subordinates, it's harmful..."

He couldn't stand the pain last night, so he drank a pot of wine, but he slept until the early hours of the morning, and the cold air invaded his body, and his fierce nerves tensed, and he rushed to the Qingshui Hall to see, and the person and the corpse in the side room were gone..."