In the third year of Shengchang, Jiang Guoyang Huai City, Dugu Yanxiang and his party walked on the bustling street, he was wearing a big robe with a blue background and Li pattern, a white jade dragon pattern glazed pendant tied around his waist, and his feet were striding forward in dark flower boots, walking his head to the back side, and said to the people behind: "It is said that Yanghuai City is more tender, and it is true when I see it today, Beitang, you see, these women who come and go are really more tender and well-behaved than the daughters of Kyoto." ”

"That's right, the girls who are full of tenderness in their eyes, and the women in Kyoto are a little more heroic than them." The person who spoke was Shangguan Beitang, he was dressed in a silver silk robe with lead white cloud patterns, a blue carving auspicious cloud pendant on his waist, and a golden silk nanmu fan was drawn on the fan, and a picture of appreciating bamboo was painted on the fan surface. He folded the fan and said to Dugu Yanxiang.

"Well, this time the micro-service is out of Beijing, I," Dugu Yanxiang paused and said, "This son has really seen a lot again." "Don't say that the son has seen it, and the humble position also thinks that this Yanghuai City is very fresh, you see, childe." Shangguan Beitang pointed to a juggling group not far away and said. "Well, that's a good job, let's go, go over and see!" Dugu Yanxiang proposed.

"The two sons should run slower, wait for their subordinates." Li Ying, the guard who followed behind Dugu Yan Xiang and Shangguan Beitang, shouted and dragged Wei Xu beside him, "Hurry up." The two men chased after the two in front of them and ran towards the juggling group.

When he arrived at the place where he watched the juggling, Dugu Yan Xiang saw that there were too many people around him and it was not too enjoyable to watch, so he pulled up Shangguan Beitang and rushed to the front row. After squeezing through the pile of three or five people, he and Shangguan Beitang stood at the front of the spectators, and the two of them only cared about enjoying the fun and cheering, leaving Li Ying and Wei Xu behind. There were too many people watching the excitement, and Li Ying Wei Xu couldn't get close to their master for a while.

There are really many names of juggling, after performing the chest broken boulder, and then began to perform the rope dance sword, only to see a seventeen or eighteen-year-old woman holding a sword flying and jumping, jumping on the rope tied between two trees, and then a white crane with bright wings and a light and flexible posture, which attracted a burst of applause from the spectators.

"Good!" Shangguan Beitang couldn't help but shout. Dugu Yanxiang looked at the juggler and then at him, and also cheered: "Okay!" I saw that the woman walked on the rope as steady as walking on the ground, and after two or three steps it was a lower fork, and her left hand held a sword with raised eyebrows, heroic and delicate. Dugu Yanxiang and the others applauded again. The woman said, "Ladies and gentlemen, the little girl is performing a sword dance today, and dancing alone is very boring, why don't I have a discussion with you while dancing, how about it?" ”

Everyone laughed and said, "Then we don't know kung fu?" The woman said: "It's okay, the little girl will naturally find someone who knows kung fu to learn!" "What's the point of just sparring, is there any color? Will you be able to take you home if you win? "If you win the slave family, the slave family is willing to be disposed of." The crowd applauded.

Then the woman made a few more difficult movements, and everyone watched it very happily.

Suddenly, the woman's face changed, her eyebrows raised, and the sword in her hand stabbed straight at Dugu Yanxiang, who reacted for a while and took two steps back.

Seeing this, Shangguan Beitang immediately stepped forward sideways, blocking in front of Dugu Yanxiang, and with a swing of the folding fan, he blocked the stabbing blade. Everyone took a few steps back, but they didn't end the scene, they all thought it was an interactive project of juggling. Only a few people in Shangguan Beitang knew the meaning of this. However, Li Ying and Wei Xu couldn't step forward.

Seeing this, the woman held her sword and fought with Shangguan Beitang. After a few rounds, she took the upper hand, frowned and made a trick, only to see her sleeves raised, and a puff of white smoke floated out of her sleeves, rushing straight to Shangguan Beitang and Dugu Yanxiang, and then the sword blade turned and stabbed at Dugu Yanxiang, and the two of them couldn't dodge and were pounced.

In the smoke, Shangguan Beitang saw that the situation was not good, and struggled to push away Dugu Yanxiang next to him, and the long sword pierced straight into his chest. When everyone saw that there was blood, they realized that something had happened, so they screamed and ran away.

"Beitang..."Dugu Yanxiang exclaimed in surprise, and immediately hugged Shangguan Beitang, who was about to fall. He felt dizzy and painful. It was as if the sword had stabbed him.

At this time, Shangguan Beitang only felt a terrible pain in his chest, but the only thing he thought of was to protect Dugu Yanxiang's safety. That's his job.

When the woman in red saw that the assassination failed, she raised her sword again and stabbed at Dugu Yanxiang. said that it was too late, and then it was fast, and I saw that the long sword still hanging with the blood of Shangguan Beitang mercilessly slashed towards Dugu Yanxiang's neck, Dugu Yanxiang held Shangguan Beitang with one hand and took two or three steps back to avoid the sword edge, and the other hand sword struggled to resist the woman's attack. It's just that he still has a Shangguan Beitang in his arms, and he can't help but have some difficulty when fighting.

If it weren't for the trick of this woman in red, where would she be Shangguan Beitang's opponent, and where would she be able to stab him. It was also Shangguan Beitang who was a little negligent, and he didn't expect that there would be assassins in this bustling den of people.

At this time, Li Ying and Wei Xu rushed over and blocked the woman in red, but after a few moves, the woman in red fled immediately when she saw that the assassination was hopeless.

Seeing this, Dugu Yanxiang said angrily with a gloomy face: "Li Ying, quickly find a doctor, Wei Xu, investigate this matter thoroughly." Then he picked up Shangguan Beitang. Li Ying Wei Xu replied: "Yes." ”

Li Ying led Dugu Yanxiang to an inn on the nearby Xishi Street, and it didn't take long to call Lang Zhong to come. Na Langzhong stepped forward and tried to untie Shangguan Beitang's clothes. Seeing this, Dugu Yanxiang immediately shouted: "Presumptuous! Lang Zhong was startled and withdrew his hand. The clothes looked at the wound, cut the vein, and said, "This son's sword wound is not deep, but the sword is coated with white fat and broken bones." Hey..."

"What is white fat and broken bones?" Dugu Yan Xiang said. "White fat is a colorless and odorless poison, as long as the wound touches this medicine, within three days the wound will definitely fester, spread all over the body, and the person will definitely die." "Can you solve it?" Dugu Yanxiang roared. "There's nothing the villain can do, hey!" Lang Zhong replied.

"Quack, if you can't heal him, I want you to accompany you to the funeral." Dugu Yanxiang kicked Lang Zhong hard, and said to Li Ying: "Hurry up and go back to Kyoto and call Liu Yanlai!" Li Ying was about to receive the order, but heard Lang Zhong say: "I'm afraid it's too late." Lang Zhong was probably so frightened that his voice trembled a little, but when he heard that Dugu Yanxiang dared to call Liu Yan, the head of the Tai Hospital, he didn't dare to make too much trouble, and continued: "It will take at least three days to come to Kyoto, but this son only has one day." ”

"This, how is this good." Dugu Yanxiang was paralyzed when he heard this, and he fell to the ground all of a sudden. Fortunately, Li Ying's support was timely, and the talent did not fall. Li Ying helped him to sit down in a chair, and it took him a while before he came back again. said to Lang Zhong: "Is there no other way?" ”

"Yes, yes, it's just," Lang Zhong whispered. "Just what?" "That's right, I recently heard that Mu Nanfeng, the descendant of Miko in the medical madness, is in Yanghuai, but I don't know if I can find him, if he is there, everything will be easy. This poison has been solved from Mizi in the early stage, and presumably Mu Nanfeng will also know it. ”

"Li Ying, go and find it. Wait, "Dugu Yanxiang turned his head and looked at Lang Zhong again, "Where can I find this person?" "It is rumored that the innocent son is lustful, and he must be in some fireworks and willow lanes." "Li Ying, go and find it quickly." Li Ying took the order and left.

There was a burst of music and dance in the Chunxiang Pavilion. Mu Nanfeng watched the Oiran Ziyan girl dancing there with tender eyes, and praised it twice from time to time: "There are thousands of styles, graceful, wonderful!" It's wonderful! After another moment, he called to the old bustard, "Mother, mother." The old bustard responded: "Childe, what do you command?" ”

Mu Nanfeng took out a bag of silver and said, "Miss Ziyan kept it for me tonight." The old bustard looked embarrassed and smiled: "Childe, I can't do the master of Ziyan." "You're her mother, how can you not be the master?" "It's not a secret, Childe, Zi Yan has a high heart, and the guests she serves are all chosen by herself." "Oh, that's interesting." Mu Nanfeng smiled.

After the girl Zi Yan danced, it was time for her to choose someone, she looked around and glanced at everyone, then took out a Xiao section from her waist and said, "Uncles, let's have a song tonight, how about it?" Someone in the audience praised: "Wonderful! It's really ingenious, Miss Ziyan will do what she says. Some people were a little unhappy and said, "I don't know the rhythm, how can this be good?" The person next to him teased: "Then you can come back another day, maybe Miss Ziyan will test your poetry?" The man shook his head helplessly.

While speaking, I only heard the sound of Miss Ziyan's flute. Mu Nanfeng listened for a moment and felt like a confidant, and he took out the piccolo he carried with him and reconciled. Hearing the piccolo sound in the audience, Zi Yan looked towards Mu Nanfeng, and the two of them had already introduced each other as confidants.

After the song was played, Zi Yan retreated to the back of the stage, and after a while, the maid who served Zi Yan walked up to Mu Nanfeng and said, "Son, my girl invites Sone to the warm pavilion to talk." Mu Nanfeng followed the maid up to the second floor, and after turning a few corners, he finally came to Zi Yan's room. Mu Nanfeng pushed the door and entered, only to see Zi Yan sitting at the table drinking tea. Seeing him coming, he put down the tea bowl in his hand and got up and said, "Childe, Ziyan is polite." ”

Mu Nanfeng returned the favor. I saw Zi Yan pick up the teapot with her thin fingers, pour another bowl and say, "Childe, please use tea." Mu Nanfeng said the word "please" and sat down, and said: "Look at the girl's words and deeds, she should be a young lady from a big family, but somehow she ended up here." Zi Yan smiled sadly: "Yes, the little girl was originally the daughter of the prefect of Yizhou, but her father was exiled for sin when she was thirteen years old. From then on, the family fell in the middle of the road, and soon was sold to this Yanghuai City, and made an Oiran in this Chunxiang Pavilion. ”

"It's a pity, it's a pity!" Mu Nanfeng shook his head and sighed. Zi Yan took another sip of tea: "Childe wants to play chess or listen to music?" "I don't want to play chess or listen to music." Mu Nanfeng said and grabbed Zi Yan's delicate hand, and only then did he expose his prodigal nature. "Childe!" Zi Yan exclaimed. "The Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, come, let my son take care of you." Then he picked up Ziyan and walked towards the inner room.

But just when the two of them were talking to me, Zi Yan suddenly screamed, and then Mu Nanfeng suddenly felt a little cold on his neck, and when he carefully looked over, he saw that it was a sharp cold sword against his neck, and he was suddenly shocked into a cold sweat, he swallowed his saliva and said: "I don't know what advice the strong man has?" "Sir is a martyr, isn't he?" The visitor asked. "It's the villain." "Come with me, then."

"Okay, please wait a moment while I'm dressed." Li Ying waited for Mu Nanfeng to get dressed, put a bag of silver on the table before leaving, and didn't look at Zi Yan, who was stupid and sitting naked on the bed, and said, "Excuse me." Then he took Mu Nanfeng and left.

Mu Nanfeng looked at the sword around his neck and said to Li Ying: "Strong man, please take the sword farther away, in case you miss, then aren't you looking for me for nothing?" "Don't play tricks with me, since I can find you, I naturally know what skills you have, your light skills are good, but you may not be faster than my sword." Li Ying put away his sword and said. "That's that, my villain's kung fu has a few catties and a few taels in his heart, so he naturally doesn't dare to make a mistake in front of a strong man."

After Li Ying brought Mu Nanfeng to the inn and entered the room, he took the sword back into its scabbard. As they walked up the stairs of the inn, they passed by a man carrying a medicine box.

"Master, people have brought it." Li Ying took the person to the inner room to report. At this moment, Dugu Yanxiang was pacing anxiously, and when he saw Li Ying coming back with someone, he didn't lose his demeanor and squeezed out a word: "Hurry!" ”

Mu Nanfeng looked at the person lying on the bed, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and his jade face and red lips. Although people look a little weak and pale in their illness, they still can't hide the sassy breath around them. He looked at the wound again, three inches up his right chest. It seems that Lang Zhong handled it well, so that the poison did not spread all over the body, but to cure it fundamentally, it is necessary to use the Luo Xiang Pill prepared by the master to slowly draw out the poison.

Thinking of this, Mu Nanfeng took out a vial from his sleeve, poured out a pill the size of a soybean from it, and said to Li Ying: "Take a basin of hot water and dissolve the medicine." Li Ying took the pill and asked the shopkeeper for a basin of hot water.

Mu Nanfeng looked at the person lying on the bed, ready to untie his clothes and carefully check the size of the wound, but as soon as he put his hand on the patient, Dugu Yanxiang roared angrily: "Presumptuous! ”

Mu Nanfeng looked at him with some puzzlement and explained: "This son's injury is not light, and he has to use the water of Luoxiang pills to slowly wipe the surrounding skin to draw out the poison." Dugu Yanxiang took two steps forward and shook off his hand on the corner of the patient's clothes and said coldly: "You just tell me what to do, and I'll wipe it." ”

"No, the medicinal properties of Luoxiang pills are too large, and if you don't grasp it well, it will become another hidden danger, and it must be washed by my own hands." "No, is there no other way?" "That's it, nothing else." "Master, it's important to save people!" Li Ying interjected. Dugu Yanxiang thought for a moment and then retreated from the others, leaving only Mu Nanfeng and himself in the house.