Shen Sheng agreed, and turned around and left three times in one step. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Li Xianyuan and the maid Xiaohong came all the way to a small courtyard, and there was a guest room in the courtyard.

Squeak-

The door was pushed open, Xiaohong stood outside the door with her hands tied, pointed to the two-story building outside the east courtyard wall, and said, "Li Gongzi, there is the Li family ancestral hall." The old lady was not an outsider when she was alive, you can casually visit the Li family, including the ancestral hall. If you have something, just say hello to the slave. ”

After saying that, he turned around and left the courtyard.

Seeing her leave, Li Xianyuan looked into the room. The guest room was dry and tidy, Li Xianyuan buried himself in the threshold, looked at it and closed the door.

Take off your shoes and go to bed, and close your eyes to the bright hall.

Everything is the same in the Ming Hall, the five poems on the mud wall on the front show their own visions, the early two vision poems each exude a milky white halo, "Butterfly Love Flowers, Spring Scene" butterfly phantom, "Swordsman" is a faint phantom glass sword. "Chivalry Walking" in the center presents an illusory back with a long sword and a slender body.

The starry sky above the Burrow, the stars twinkled at five o'clock. Perhaps the ravine has not been restored, and the wall is still a simple mud wall mixed with straw and yellow mud. There was no sign of recovery in the partial ravine, and it was like a huge ugly scar.

The palm of the hand touches the mud wall, and the cracks are finely rubbed, and the tiny mud blocks fall off and return to their original positions.

Black and white impermanence, dry, cold, stiff dialogue echoed in the mind.

"Time is short. ”

Hallucination? Or is it real. Li Xianyuan couldn't say clearly, but either way it was not a good thing.

"Ahem—"

The itchy throat forcibly summoned Li Xianyuan's consciousness, and he fell on the bed and coughed violently, hoarse, almost coughing up his lungs.

It's so quiet that no one knows the sound of coughing through the guest rooms and echoing through the courtyard.

"Ahem, cough, cough—" Li Xianyuan grabbed his throat and retched for a while, coughing for a while, and the itching subsided.

With his hair unkempt behind his head, he lay on the bed with his strength out of his breath, his eyes slightly red and tears coughing up. Li Xianyuan has rarely been so embarrassed.

After recovering his strength for a long time, Li Xianyuan climbed out of bed and staggered to the bronze mirror.

In the bronze mirror, the bloodshot eyes have not dispersed, and the hair is messy on the forehead.

Li Xianyuan stretched out his hand to push up the hanging hair, revealing his white forehead, closed his eyes and opened them for a few breaths, and saw an ink mark slowly appearing on his forehead.

The plum blossom has five petals, and the center of the eyebrows has four petals of plum blossom ink, and only one corner is missing. In the middle is a little round ink mark, like the heart of a flower. It corresponds to exactly five poems in the Ming Hall.

Momei is printed on the center of the eyebrows, with indifferent black eyes, which sets off Li Xianyuan's dusty temperament.

Remove your hand, messy hair falls, and plum blossoms loom on your forehead. Li Xianyuan didn't have time to hide it again, and pushed the door and stood in the courtyard.

The warm breeze blows, blowing away a little of the gloom in my heart. But the phrase black and white impermanence is still rooted in my heart. In particular, the vomiting of blood and coughing before were simply a reflection of those words.

"Time is running out,......" whispered, Li Xianyuan glanced at the ancestral hall outside the courtyard wall, retracted his gaze, left the courtyard and walked out of the Li Mansion, and went straight to the county office.

After a small half-pillar of incense, Li Xianyuan came to the gate of the county government.

"Master Li. The official in front of the gate of the county government recognized Li Xianyuan, and let him in with a respectful greeting. Li Xianyuan went straight to the county back garden from the side corridor, and saw the two people sitting in the pavilion from a distance, with heavy faces.

They already knew about the old woman Li driving the crane west.

Li Xianyuan stepped forward and explained the matter of vomiting blood. They already knew that they thought it was because of the death of Old Lady Li that they were in a hurry. As soon as he heard Li Xianyuan's words, he hurriedly called Lang Zhong to treat Li Xianyuan.

Na Langzhong is a thin old man, who is assigned to the county government in Xinjing, specializing in the treatment of diseases of various officials, and has good medical skills. At first, he refused to see a doctor for Li Xianyuan, saying that he was a young man and naturally had no official position, and he was not related to local officials, so he could treat you very well.

The two Zhixian County Cheng said that he was Guan Neihou and didn't believe it, and the angry Fang County Cheng wanted to do it. It was Li Xianyuan who took out the jade pendant he was given, and he was convinced, knelt on the ground and thanked for the crime for a long time, and only after Li Xianyuan said that he would not pursue it, he got up to call for him.

"Master Li...... Your pulse is normal and your tongue coating doesn't change. The old body has the same opinion as Na Langzhong, which is caused by the fire of the heart. Drink some tea and Chinese medicine to dispel fire and clear heat.

Li Xianyuan shook his head, he didn't believe it would be so simple.

"This ......" Lao Langzhong looked helplessly at the magistrate.

"You will do whatever Master Li says. The magistrate said solemnly.

"But the little ones really can't help it. The thin man looked embarrassed: "Master Li's illness is the answer even if the doctor of the Tai Hospital comes to see it." Everything is normal with the pulse and tongue, unless you can find a monk and a fairy to see a doctor. ”

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart.

Hearing the phrase, "Unless you can find a monk or a fairy to see a doctor." Li Xianyuan thought slightly.

The bell also needs to be tied to the bell. If you want to know the truth, you can only ......

He didn't stay in the county government for too long, went out after half a pillar of incense, borrowed a carriage from Zhixian, and went to Shen Sheng's house with the two brothers Song Shan and Song Shi.

The Shen family was with Shen's father, and when he saw Li Xianyuan, his face turned cold.

"It seems that the little cub has gone to the Qinglou again. ”

Li Xianyuan only thought about it, and understood probably. Father Shen thought that Shen Sheng was accompanying him. And he asked Shen Sheng to go, he didn't go home, but went straight to Xiangfang Courtyard to find the girl.

Li Xianyuan promised Father Shen to drag the bastard boy back, and then ran to Xiangfang Courtyard.

It was already night when Li Xianyuan arrived, the lanterns of Xiangfang Yuan were hung high, the hall was hotter than before, the seats were full, and Li Xianyuan coughed again and again with rouge and gouache, covering his mouth and nose. I asked the bustard to know that it was so hot because of the card.

Li Xianyuan was suddenly, he almost forgot about it.

After inquiry, he learned that the poetry competition was three days later, and Li Xianyuan found Shen Sheng and dragged him out of his disheveled clothes.

Shen Sheng drooped his head, not daring to squeak. It's just that Li Xianyuan didn't look for him to teach him a lesson.

"Shen Sheng, help me. Let the Song Shan and Song Shi brothers wait in front of the carriage, and Li Xianyuan pulled Shen Sheng, who was hurriedly tying his belt, to the stone bridge.

Not far away, the huge flower boat warbler sings and dances, and the sparkling lake water is reflected. Cruises on the lake are like shuttles.

A pleasure boat passes through the bridge, and the occasional lady on board is heard chuckling. Pedestrians come and go on the bridge, and it is very lively.

"Brother Li, what's the matter?" Shen Sheng dressed up and hurriedly said.

"Help me search for the person who died in Wuhou County. It's better to die in the near future. ”

"What?" Shen Sheng was stunned, suspecting that he had misheard.

"If there is a person in Wuhou County who is seriously ill and does not recover, a person who is still suffering from asthma, or a prisoner who is about to die in a few days, find me his identity and address, understand?"

Shen Sheng nodded as if he understood whether he understood or not, and said a little puzzled: "Brother Li, are you looking for these...... What are you looking for?"

Li Xianyuan didn't answer immediately, staring at Shen Sheng until he stared at Shen Sheng's hair, and then spoke.

"Find a ghost. ”