"Aunt Zhou... Nope. ”

An Jing stayed for a moment, wanting to grab the door and go out, but Mo Bunuo hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "Aunt Zhou is gone, and it won't help you to go back!" ”

"Have you forgotten who we met on the road?"

An Jing realized that after he left, Heninghou would definitely not leave Aunt Zhou, the person assigned by the company today. It's just that I'm so annoyed, and I've been focusing on my own affairs lately, but I haven't noticed the people around me......

After calming down for a long time, An Jing spoke: "You can rest here, I'll go down the mountain to deliver a letter to the palace master." ”

With that, he tore a corner from the worn-out curtain, picked up the charcoal on the ground, and wrote something. Then he picked up the fish that had fallen on the ground, ignored the grass and wood ash on it, and hastily entered his mouth.

Mo Bunuo motioned for An Jing to smear the charcoal ash on his face, "Wait, bring this!" Then he took the dagger out of his bosom and handed it to An Jing.

An Jing was pleased, took the dagger, turned around and went out to get on his horse, and galloped down the mountain.

"Hey, I heard that the city has not been peaceful lately! You know the Confucian scholar surnamed Xiao in the tea shop, he was killed, hung in the hall, his tongue was cut, and there was a lot of blood on the ground! ”

"Also, I heard that the night before yesterday, Taishou was assassinated! He died on the couch! ”

"Terrible, isn't it?"

"Let's go back to the city early after we finish firewood!"

An Jing heard the two farmers who passed by say this, and couldn't help but look at the dagger in his hand.

It turned out that Mo Bunuo had done so much for himself......

Don't worry, I'll take good care of you.

Thinking about it, but what happened to Taishou's assassination? It seems that Henin has been very unpeaceful recently, and it is necessary to plan early.

It was useless to think too much, An Jing went to the shop specified in the letter and handed over the heartless hairpin to the shopkeeper. When passing by the alley of the Hou Mansion, An Jing thought of Aunt Zhou, although Aunt Zhou often withheld her own food, but in the end she pulled herself up, if she could get justice for Aunt Zhou, how good it would be, but now, she is difficult to protect herself......

On the way back, I bought some daily things, thought about Mo Bunuo's injury, bought some medicine, and returned in the evening, when the sky was gradually clouded.

"I'm back!" An Jing pushed open the door, but saw Mo Bunuo curled up on the edge of the bed, trembling all over, his brows were tightly locked, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, his lips trembled, and he muttered, "It's so cold......"

An Jing touched his forehead, "It's so hot!" ”

It can't be a suppurating wound, right? Thinking so, An Jing rolled up her clothes and looked at it, as expected. The big thing is not good, the conditions in this mountain are simple, if you don't take care of it well, I'm afraid Mo Bunuo will worry about his life. An Jing wasted all his strength before helping Mo Bunuo to the couch, changing the medicine, and carefully covering Mo Bunuo with his coat. I was going to go to the side to boil the medicine, but I checked the medicine, but there was no antipyretic medicine, thinking that it was just on the mountain here, you can try to find a dandelion and bupleurum and the like.

An Jing searched for a long time in the middle of the mountain, and finally found a few Bupleurum plants, and then looked down the mountain, and finally found the dandelion, but it happened to be raining at this time. It didn't take long for the torches to go out. By the time they arrived at the hut, Anjing had already been drenched in soup.

An Jing didn't care about this, and hurriedly began to boil medicine. Suddenly thought that he was also drenched in the rain, and now Mo Bunuo is injured, and he can't be sick, so he has to drink a bowl of firewood to clear heat and detoxify, prevent typhoid fever, and drink a bowl himself.

After the medicine was boiled, it was already close to midnight, and the wind and rain outside had finally stopped.

An Jing spoonful by spoonful, carefully fed the medicine to Mo Bunuo. I added another handful of firewood, but I was really tired, so I fell asleep on the edge of the collapse.

There was a burst of bird singing outside the window, and Mo Bunuo also woke up. found An Jing lying on her stomach on the edge of the collapse, sleeping soundly. Look at the medicine bowl next to it, there is also a lot of medicinal fragrance between your lips and teeth......

These are all sons... Do it for me?

Mo Bunuo knew the answer, so he quietly looked at the sleeping An Jing.

"Childe, are you awake?"

"Huh? Are you awake? An Jing was ecstatic, touched Mo Bunuo's forehead with his hand, and sure enough, there was no fever, "The fever has subsided, how do you feel?" ”

"With Mr. Lao, I'm much better!" Mo Bunuo's voice also became a little more powerful.

An Jing went to the side and poured a bowl of water, still soaked the dandelions that were dried by the fire last night, and fed them to Mo Bunuo, "Now call me Gongzi again, tell me how to deal with myself..."

"I'll do it myself!" Mo Bunuo took the bowl, "Yesterday you asked me to call you Xiaojing, then I took it seriously..."

An Jing smiled and did not answer.

Changan

Weiyang Palace

"Smack!" Emperor Yuan threw Na Song Shu to the ground, "Okay, you Heninghou!" I won't kill you, but you don't know what to do! ”

"Your Majesty! What happened? Guo Changshou saluted and stepped forward.

Emperor Yuan held his forehead with one hand and pointed to the music on the ground with the other, "Look for yourself!" ”

Guo Changshou picked up the song and took a cursory look, but he was also shocked.

"News came from Hening's side, Zhang Jing died." Emperor Yuan was extremely angry, "Do you know that it's Heninghou!" Raise the dead! Night raid on Taishou Mansion! Still want to go back to Chang'an to participate in the festival? ”

"Do you know about witchcraft back then? And that Tai Shi Ling? Emperor Yuan slightly retracted his anger.

Guo Changshou put the piece on a few cases, and looked at Emperor Yuan tentatively, "Earlier, Emperor Wu ordered that no discussion of this matter in the palace was allowed, Weichen..."

Emperor Yuan squinted, "Okay!" Where did you get these false gifts in front of me? Go ahead! ”

Only then did Guo Changshi step forward and talk about this dusty royal past that had been sealed for decades.