And the old man has already made a decision.

The low chuckle in the chests of the black-clothed squires suddenly disappeared, and they all rushed forward and raised the blades in their hands high!

The quiet summit was suddenly filled with a voice, and the knives in the hands of the attendants were also stunned.

It was the boy's roar, the words he uttered in his already stiff throat before he was about to die:

"My name is Qi Buchen!"

"I'm coming from far away!"

"I want to follow Mr. Kei's broom and learn the art of slashing the sky from Mr.!"

"I still have a lot of wishes!"

No one dared to imagine that this dead man could make such a sound, it was a roar, and no one knew what the young man was trying to say at the end, he ignored the blades at all, but just stared at the sky with wide eyes, tears falling down his cheeks.

Quiescence.

The attendants exchanged glances, and the young man named Qi Buchen had lost his voice. The leaky firewood was vigorously pushed open, creaking and creaking, and the old man sat quietly behind the door.

"What's your name?"

"Qi Buchen."

"Where did it come from?"

"Far away."

"Why don't you go the long way?"

"I hope to be able to hold a broom and serve the sir."

"What about serving me?"

"I hope to learn the art of cutting the sky from Mr."

"Then, come with me!"

When the black-clothed attendants carried Qi Buchen into the door in a sedan chair, the old man looked at him silently, Qi Buchen only looked at him, and he was speechless.

"I really wanted to kill you. But you're right. You are indeed more sincere than anyone else. Then you are the one I am waiting for. I've been waiting for you for years! ”

……

Now that he has passed the age of standing, the art of cutting the sky is also in his body, but his greatest wish still seems to be far away......

"Mr. Qi." A young man who looked like a scribe came up behind Qi Buchen and called softly, interrupting his memories.

"How?" Qi Buchen didn't turn back, but just asked lightly.

"Everything was as Sir expected, the thief Balchi was killed by Little Thunder. Xiao Lei also failed to retreat and died under the guns of the ninjas under the Lin clan. The young man replied respectfully.

"Xiao Lei is too confident, he is alone, he never brings a helper, I expect him to succeed in this trip, but it is difficult to escape." Qi Buchen sighed, "Who else is in his family?" ”

"He has only one blind lady at home, and he hires a mother-in-law to take care of him and sends money to the family every month." The young man replied.

"Give him more money!" Qi Buchen sighed, "Tell those few people who are familiar with him." I had time to visit his mother often, and his mother passed away later. Let them send it well, and all the money they need will be counted in my account. ”

"Yes, sir."

"There you go."

The young man saluted and retreated, and Qi Buchen enjoyed the snow for a while before returning to the mansion and asking to see Prince Jing.

"Done?" Seeing Qi Buchen's arrival, Prince Jing seemed to have guessed something and asked with a smile.

"Back to the prince's words, the matter is done, Baltan's brother Balchi is dead, there is no one in the world who knows the antidote to the life-killing needle, and that woman will die of poison in a short time." Qi Buchen replied, "Once this woman dies, she should be spared a lot of trouble. ”

"Hmm." Prince Jing picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of tea, "Then Lin Yiqing is afraid that he won't be able to understand the good intentions of this king." ”

"Of course he wouldn't know." Qi Buchen replied quietly, "But the people we sent have already killed his men." ”

"Alas! I can't imagine that we have lost one of our good hands because of this, which is really regrettable! Prince Jing put down the tea bowl and sighed, "But there is no way, the battle before the battle, death and injury are inevitable, his family, let's take care of it." ”

"Yes." Qi Buchen replied respectfully, "The prince's kindness will be remembered by his family." ”

Of course, Qi Buchen couldn't tell Prince Jing that he deliberately sent Xiao Lei alone to carry out this mission!

Coming out of Prince Jing's place, the night was already late, but Qi Buchen did not feel sleepy at all, he came to the garden, looked up at the night sky with fine snow, took a deep breath of air with cold wind and plum fragrance, and thought for a while.

"You...... Don't ......"

"Be honest! Don't you want to die? ”

"You...... Presumptuous ......"

"Less nonsense! Be honest with me! Lao Tzu, this is all for you! What the fuck is it? What kind of county lord's shelf do you put for Lao Tzu? ”

Hearing the sound of quarrels coming from the carriage, the female ninjas who were riding beside the carriage covered their smiles and turned crimson.

Xingyue Liuli heard the quarrel in the carriage, and her face was red, but she was still a little annoyed that Lin Yiqing had ventured into the forest that day.

That day, she and the people of Yangen Mountain took away some people because of another task, but the rest of the people were still enough to take on the task of defending, and Lin Yiqing did not let these people play, but mobilized the Boren cavalry with very poor combat effectiveness, but in the end, although they were caught, they still didn't know the way to detoxify Zhu Xueyan, but they almost hit the enemy's killer with a gun.

And the woman named Zhu Xueyan did not appreciate it, but had this attitude towards the lord......

Not every woman who likes the lord can get such a "naked warm-up" treatment from the lord......

Xingyue Liuli suddenly realized that she was thinking too much, and her face couldn't help but burn even more.

She gathered her mind and observed her surroundings.

At this time, they were already very close to the city of Beijing, but because the road was difficult to walk in the snow, it was still dark and they still could not enter the city.

"Tell everyone to stop and camp here!" Lin Yiqing's voice came, "I'll leave after dawn." ”

The convoy stopped advancing, and soon, a tent was erected, and after a while, the fire was also lit, but Lin Yiqing did not get out of the carriage.

At this time, Zhu Xueyan in Lin Yiqing's arms had quieted down, although there were four copper braziers lit in the carriage specially arranged by Lin Yiqing, which could be said to be as warm as spring. But she still felt cold. It's like being naked in the snow. Only when Lin Yiqing hugged her, she would feel a trace of warmth - of course she knew that only extremely violent cold poison would have such a performance.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that she was soaked in potion by her master since she was a child, she developed an anti-poison physique, and the Fog Hidden Flow Ninja Secret Elixir that Xingyue Liuli accidentally gave her by mistake, and partially dissolved the toxin, she would not have survived until now.

Of course she understood. Lin Yiqing used her body to warm herself in order to save her life, not to covet her beauty, but the concept of "male and female defense" since she was a child still made her a little unable to turn around.

But Lin Yiqing looked at her concerned gaze, but it melted her heart little by little.

These days, Lin Yiqing has been looking for medical treatment for her, and the anxiety and uneasiness from her heart also moved her inexplicably.

Although what this person said was a little unpleasant......

"Who's there?" A ninja shouted loudly, startling Zhu Xueyan.

Lin Yiqing gently let go of her. After adding another layer of mink fur to her body, she came to the window. Look out the window carefully.

"Amitabha!" A Buddha horn sounded, followed by an old voice, "Dare to ask Lin Yiqing if Lord Lin is there?" The old man has something important to tell you! I look forward to seeing you! ”

Lin Yiqing couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the old monk's voice, but Zhu Xueyan's face showed surprise.

"Yes...... Master Mingxuan......"

Lin Yiqing looked at Zhu Xueyan with some surprise, but Zhu Xueyan's originally dull water-cutting eyes suddenly appeared bright.

"Ask this master to come over." Lin Yiqing knew that this old monk might be Zhu Xueyan's friend in the rivers and lakes, and immediately said.

A short time later, a white-eyed monk wearing a cotton monk's robe, a hat, and holding a tin staff appeared in front of the carriage.

Although the old monk only had a copper tin staff in his hand, the ninjas were still worried that he would be unfavorable to Lin Yiqing, so they were all secretly on guard.

Lin Yiqing wrapped his body in a mink fur, and was about to get off the carriage to greet the old monk, but the old monk said: "Lord Lin doesn't need to be polite, it's important to save people." ”

"Master Mingxuan......" Zhu Xueyan called weakly in the car.

"Miss Zhu, please be steady, don't waste your physical strength and spirit." The old monk named Ming Xuan said with concern.

"Master, please get in the car." Lin Yiqing got up and opened the car door and stepped forward to greet him in person.

Ming Xuan entered the carriage, and Zhu Xueyan, who was wrapped in a mink fur, saw the old monk, like a daughter seeing her father, and instantly burst into tears.

Ming Xuan couldn't help but sigh when he saw Zhu Xueyan's face was pale, her lips were bruised, her voice was weak, and she looked like she was poisoned and blind.

"Can the master be a doctor? She was poisoned by cold, how can she solve it? Lin Yiqing asked eagerly on the side.

"Lao Qu was on a whim a few days ago, remembered the past, and got a hexagram for Miss Zhu, and calculated that the girl was in trouble, so he came in a hurry, and just caught up with Lord Lin here." Ming Xuan nodded and said to Lin Yiqing, "The whereabouts of the lord are uncertain, if it is delayed for a few days, I am afraid that Miss Zhu's poison will be incurable." ”

Hearing that the old monk said that Zhu Xueyan was in trouble with the fortune telling, Lin Yiqing couldn't help grinning slightly.

As a person who has traveled from modern time and space, he has always been "respectful and distancing" from things such as fortune-telling that are classified as "feudal superstitions" under the influence of modern concepts.

He didn't believe that the old monk was a fortune teller and that he and Zhu Xueyan were here, but he didn't say anything, but asked politely: "Ask the master, can the poison on her body still be removed?" ”

"Fortunately, Lord Lin has a ready-made antidote in his hands, if there is no antidote, Miss Zhu is afraid that she will not survive tomorrow." The old monk seemed to understand what Lin Yiqing was thinking, and smiled slightly, "Lord Lin actually got the antidote a long time ago, but he didn't know the usage and dosage, so he didn't dare to use it for Miss Zhu, yes or no?" ”

Hearing the old monk's words, Lin Yiqing was taken aback, and his contemptuous heart immediately disappeared without a trace.

"The master is really a god, just as the master said." Lin Yiqing didn't care about asking carefully, so he quickly took out the medicine box, put it in front of the old monk, and opened the lid of the box.

The old monk carefully examined the medicine bottles in the box, took out the medicine bottles one by one, opened the lid, put it on his nose and sniffed it gently, and then picked out two medicine bottles, one red and one yellow, he poured out a little of the medicine powder in the red medicine bottle, measured the dose with the bottle cap, and put it in a bowl to dissolve it with clean water. Let Zhu Xueyan take it directly. He also applied the medicinal mud-like thing in the yellow medicine bottle directly to the wound where Zhu Xueyan's poisoning needle had already festered.

Lin Yiqing smelled the medicinal mud in the yellow medicine bottle, and there was a strong smell of sourness. It looks like rancid corn paste, which can't help but be very strange.

"Dare to ask the master, what kind of medicine is this?" Lin Yiqing pointed to the yellow medicine bottle and asked.

The old monk showed an unfathomable smile: "It is enough to treat the symptoms, as for what is made of, why should the lord bother?" ”

Lin Yiqing smiled and didn't ask again, but carefully observed Zhu Xueyan's face.

After Zhu Xueyan took the medicine, she seemed to become sleepy. Soon fell asleep, Lin Yiqing noticed that her complexion gradually turned ruddy, and the green energy between her eyebrows gradually dissipated, and she couldn't help but let out a long breath.

"Thank you, Master." Lin Yiqing solemnly saluted the old monk.

"The medicine in this red bottle can be swallowed with only half a cap every day, and it can be dissolved with water; The medicine mud in this yellow medicine bottle is applied externally, and it is changed every two days, and within ten days, it can be healed with peace of mind. Ming Xuan raised his hand and returned the salute. said to Lin Yiqing, "It's just that this toxin is gone." saved her life, but Miss Zhu lost all her skills and could not recover for a year and a half. ”

"It doesn't matter, I'll protect her for a year and a half." Lin Yiqing looked at the sleeping Zhu Xueyan, "No, I will protect her for the rest of my life." ”

"Miss Zhu has a lifelong support, and the old man is here to congratulate her first." The old monk smiled and stroked his white beard.

"The master's life-saving grace, I don't know how to repay ......" Lin Yiqing didn't finish his words, and was interrupted by the old monk.

"Marriage in troubled times, it is not easy to get, I hope that Lord Lin can not despise her background, move forward hand in hand with her, and cherish each other (and cherish it?). ）。 Mingxuan smiled.

"The words of the master, the younger generations keep in mind and will never forget." Lin Yiqing is colorful.

Ming Xuan nodded, folded his hands in salute, turned around and got out of the carriage, took the tin staff, and went away.

Lin Yiqing watched the old monk's back disappear into the darkness, and turned his head to look at Zhu Xueyan, probably too happy, tears oozed from the corners of his eyes.

The next day, Beijing, Forbidden City, Yongshou Palace.

"Ju'er, hand the silk thread to your aunt." Behind the staggered wisps, the woman's voice was gentle and kind.

Five-colored silk threads and gold and silver coins slid through the delicate fingers, and shimmered with dazzling colors on the sleeves of the palace robe, as if to reflect this beautiful color into the pair of dark and shining pupils, and the owner of the pupils, a little boy in brocade clothes, blinked his eyes, raised his little face, and looked at the wooden giant in the center of the room.

The length of one zhang five feet five inches, the height of one zhang two feet, the width of four feet five inches of the carved silk weaving jacquard machine, the thousand heavy color thread is fixed on the jacquard faucet, the loom is high and low to sit a woman, the various weaving patterns of the clouds and flying flowers, are woven by her on the plate in front of her. When he saw the jacquard machine for the first time at the age of three, the little boy froze in the arms of the maid, a pair of crystal pupils staring at the abstract weave, and his tight little face suddenly lost his childishness.

"What? Do you still think of the jacquard machine as a wind monster? The woman who had just spoken turned her face from the position of the weaver, took the silk thread from the little boy's hand, and smiled and pinched his delicate little face.

"It's not a monster." The little boy pursed his lips dissatisfiedly, "The aunts of the Yongshou Palace use it to make clothes with flowers and brocades; But my aunt is on the left and right, and wants to weave the future from this pattern! He stretched out his little hand to the unformed curly grass pattern on the lower edge of the loom, coughed and sobbed twice, and two sickly light reds appeared on his pale little face, "This is like a rolled up cedar leaf, and Ju'er recognizes it, and my aunt will leave in the future when she weaves such a flower!" ”

The child spoke rapidly and coughed even more irrepressibly. The woman hurriedly put down the silver shuttle in her hand, took him to her lap and sat down, patted her gently on the back, bowed her head and comforted: "What is the little Puzhuo guessing?" It's not that my aunt is leaving, it's that you're going to grow up and have to study. ”

High up, a woman wearing a silver ring of hair on her head in the tearing position was full of worry, and she wanted to take the child back but was blocked by the brocade line, so she had to frown and complain softly to the woman: "Auntie, why are you bothering to tell him this?" He was still a child, and he didn't understand. ”

"I don't know what to worry about, but I grow up with my wings, and most of the princes of the past generations have been like this." The woman with the little boy in her arms raised her head, her young but somewhat melancholy face, the wrinkles at the corners of her forehead were like a net, dividing the beautiful silhouette into pieces, but her gaze penetrated through the warp and weft, looking directly at the little Belle who was actually noble on the side of the golden silk wisp, "And then?" She smiled, her words were like needles, uncovering the gorgeous brocade carved with clouds and flowers, and slowly and decisively, piercing the dripping wound under the brocade, "Although his heart is as pure as snow, he can only be trampled like a weed in the cold winter against the current, watching him plan the vitality of the coming year under the dirty snow and frozen mud?" ”

There was no answer, the huge loom rattled, the one who ripped the thread vigorously raised his hand to pull the thread, the streamer was dazzling in confusion, and in the gap between the dense changes of the colored thread, the silver light flashed, and the beautiful woman wearing a silver ring bowed her head silently, her slender fingers clenched the needle lifting hook, and the pearl and jade between the white hair swayed, and when her hand rose and fell. The two aunts and nephews, one high and one low, were separated by several layers of brilliance, avoiding each other's gaze, and the atmosphere froze.

"Aunt mother-in-law, don't be angry," it turned out to be a little boy whose breath gradually stabilized, and he moved his hands and feet to the satin weaving stool beside his aunt, and his child's voice was crisp, "The Queen Mother's mother-in-law didn't let me see my father and mother, because I was afraid that they would pamper me and become a talent, I know it in my heart." The childish voice, the tone of the voice, the unreachable legs swaying, he comforted this woman like his mother, as if the matter had nothing to do with him in the first place.

On Chongjin's side, the hand that hooked the hook was released, and the woman stared at the child behind the colorful Tongwei, stunned: "Ju'er, you...... Do you remember what your biological parents looked like? She choked up and burst into tears. (To be continued......)

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