In the early morning of the next day, Beiming left the Ministry of Military Affairs early and rushed to the ceremonial department in the city. Red lacquer red tile, carved corridor carved columns, phoenix eaves fly away, the whole ceremonial department is like a noble and exquisite cinnabar hall, hollow red lacquer flower gallery dwelling, ingenious workmanship, expensive pressure group. Bei Ming stepped into the cinnabar hall in a dark red and golden tiger military outfit.

"Lord!" Outside the hall, the ceremonial officer of the ceremonial department saluted Beiming. He had already informed the Ministry of Etiquette early in the morning that he would come to visit today.

"Fall. "The Northern Underworld.

Bei Ming came to the hall and was introduced by the ceremonial officer to Hua Po's residence. Walking through the red lacquer corridor, the fragrance of flowers is quiet, and the corridor lights of the ceremonial department are made of amber glazed tiles, which are warm and silky. Through a few meanderings, in front of the corridor is a golden silk luan sparrow red gate, so not magnificent. Beiming walked into it and felt more and more that something was wrong, the rich floral fragrance had become choking, lingering, and had long lost its previous lightness. And under this extremely heavy aroma, a trace of fishy smell and bad smell are rolling and surging, rushing to people's brains, and there seems to be some sizzling noise in the vicinity.

Beiming walked to the door, the door opened, the ceremonial officer retreated, and a bright and upright woman dressed in green silk opened the door, it was Mo Dori.

"Mr. Mo. "The Northern Underworld.

"You're here," Mo Doli said when she saw Beiming, and then she felt that it was inappropriate to follow, "Lord General." ”

"Where is Hua Po?"

"Inside, I'll take you. Modori stepped along, invited Bei Ming in, and closed the door.

As soon as he entered the door, Beiming felt that the fragrance of flowers was completely gone, and the room was full of fishy smell and commotion. Beiming's heart sank, and he hurriedly walked inside. I saw a man lying on the bed, covered with a green silk curtain, and his breath was chaotic. There was also a man sitting next to the bed, holding a stone bowl for pounding medicine. The man was thin and thin, not tall, with a strand of white hair tied on the top of his head, quite exquisite, it was Chen Jiuren, the general director of the Spiritual Division. Chen Jiuren, 75 years old this year, is the oldest general director of Dongling, has a withdrawn temperament, does not interact with people, and has not participated in the affairs of Dongling for nearly 20 years. Beiming hadn't even seen him a few times.

"Mr. Chen. Beiming stepped forward and saluted respectfully, but Chen Jiuren didn't reply.

Beiming bypassed Chen Jiuren and whispered to the man on the bed: "Hua Po, I came to see you, are you still well?"

The person on the bed heard movement outside, moved his body, and did not respond. Bei Ming stepped forward, walked to the side of the bed and leaned down, and said, "Hua Po, can you hear my voice?" Chen Jiuren saw that Bei Ming and Hua Po were very close, and they looked obedient, like a grandson. He sat aside and stared coldly, and Beiming didn't care. Thinking that there was such a big movement in the Guozheng Hall yesterday, the new master would dare to threaten the Guozheng Hall with such a big posture, Chen Jiuren originally had no friendship with the Guozheng Hall, but the movement of the Ministry of Military Affairs was a bit deceitful, and Chen Jiuren had no good impression of the Northern Tang Dynasty and Beiming, and only regarded him as a powerful and scheming person. But at the moment, it seems that the young man in front of him looks very handsome, and he is intimate with Hua Po, not like a person who is consumed by interests. But he thought about it, who knows if it was pretended.

When she was young, Hua Po reluctantly turned over, stretched out her arm from under the green mantle, and muttered, "Is it the boy who came to see me?"

"Hey, it's me, Hua Po. Beiming immediately held Hua Po's thin hand, only to feel skinny, and suddenly his heart was sour, and he almost burst into tears.

"Look, how old a person is, still crying nose, just became the main general, ashamed or not. "Hua Po's heart is like a mirror, and she knows the appearance of Beiming without looking.

Beiming smiled and said: "Hua Po, I'll see if you are okay, and it will be easy to breathe when you open the bed curtain." ”

"Hey, don't look at it, Hua Po looks ugly now, and she doesn't want to see anyone. ”

"That's nonsense, I haven't seen anyone more beautiful than Hua Po. Beiming teased her and said.

Hua Po chuckled inside, "You, this mouth is just talking nonsense to me, it's really like a stone in front of a beautiful girl, not as dexterous as your brother." ”

Beiming smiled and said nothing, holding Hua Po's hand, and said slowly, "I opened the curtain?"

Suddenly, Hua Po choked, Beiming didn't wait any longer, gently lifted the curtain, only to see that the person in front of him was as thin as a tree, the original fair skin had already been wrinkled, the neck was full of vertical lines, the green tendons were protruding, the eyes were dark and blue, the cheeks were concave and dark, and the lips were blue.

"Hua Po. Beiming forcibly suppressed the consternation, clenched Hua Po's hand, and felt distressed.

"Didn't it scare you, my boy of the Dead. Hua Po wanted to avoid Beiming's gaze, but thinking about this child, she couldn't help but look at him.

"Nope. Bei Ming said softly, stroking Hua Po's snow-white hairline with his hand.

"Look, our boy is really good-looking. As she spoke, Hua Po was about to stretch out her hand to touch Beiming's face, but she didn't have enough strength and collapsed. Beiming caught it and put her hand on his face. The two looked at each other, laughing and laughing, and suddenly they both cried.

Bei Ming abruptly withdrew from the tent, wiped away his tears and said to Chen Jiuren: "Mr. Chen, can I still save my Hua Po? How can I save it?"

Chen Jiuren looked at Beiming, not knowing whether he was true or not, after all, he had no friendship with him, and besides, friendships were all fake, and people's hearts were unpredictable. Seeing that he didn't answer, Bei Ming asked, "What methods do you use to maintain Hua Po these days?" Chen Jiuren avoided and continued to make medicine. The North is incomprehensible. I don't know why he's so hard to get along with.

"The Lord. Mo Doli whispered, called Beiming aside, and told Hua Po how to survive these days, Beiming was shocked when he heard it. "Drink monkey blood!"

"Yes. Modori said.

No wonder Beiming smelled the fishy smell and commotion after entering Hua Po's room. The smell of blood is blood, and the smell of the monkey is the monkey. Just outside Hua Po's room, there are many little monkeys in the next few rooms. Hua Po's illness is uncertain and more frequent, and she has to drink blood almost every three or five hours, and even more so to take blood to drink, so the monkeys can only be kept in captivity. Hua Po loves beauty, at first refused to take monkey blood, insisted on pressing it with spiritual power, but gradually the poison intensified, Hua Po couldn't resist the pain, and could only seek perfection.

"In fact, drinking monkey blood is also a last resort, originally Mr. Chen meant to drink human blood. Modori whispered.

"Yours?" Bei Ming was puzzled, but Mo Doli now had the wolf venom resolved, and the blood on his body had the same effect as Hu Qingqing's anti-wolf venom. Mo Doli was poisoned that day, and Beiming had already helped her suck out most of the poisonous blood in time, so that she was lucky enough to be able to cure the wolf venom, otherwise it would be useless.

"It's not mine, it's baby's. ”

"Baby's?"

"According to Mr. Chen, baby blood and marrow herb can restrain the attack of wolf venom, but after drinking it, people can no longer quit baby blood, and they will drink more and more, and it will soon hurt people's lives. Hua Po knew the result and refused to say anything. Mr. Chen couldn't just use monkey blood to reluctantly replace it, but the effect was not good, and Hua Po's body was getting worse day by day. Mo Duoli said, her expression darkened, "And the number of marrow erosion grass in Mr. Chen's private collection is getting smaller and smaller, and I am afraid that it will be used up in the next few days." ”

"I'll go to Liaodi to get it, and you let Hua Po wait for me. "The Northern Underworld.

"You've just recovered from your serious injuries, and you're going to Liaodi!