General's Palace.

Close to the back garden, you can smell the strong smell of Chinese herbs.

The sun is about to set, and the afterglow of the setting sun is already full. Bei Chuchen leaned on the wooden door frame, looking up at the red glow in the sky for a while, and then at the young man in plain clothes in the courtyard who was lowering his head to sort out the medicinal herbs.

"Ansheng, there is something...... The more I thought about it, the more wrong it became. Bei Chuchen said thoughtfully.

Walking into the house with the dried medicinal herbs, when he passed by the northern early dust, Ansheng ignored him.

Bei Chuchen followed two steps in, and then said: "Qi Tonghan's mother, he left him when he was eight years old. ”

Ansheng put the medicinal herbs away, and took out the newly picked basket of herbs, still ignoring Bei Chuchen.

Bei Chuchen has not been treated by Ansheng like this once or twice, he is psychologically strong, and he doesn't take it seriously at all, so he went out and continued to chatter, "And I was sick for many years before, and I was still bedridden." ”

Kishi took the herbs out of the basket and spread them out on a wooden board.

"It's getting dark, what else are you dying?" Bei Chuchen leaned sideways on the shelf and watched, and said casually.

Ansheng concentrated on sorting out the herbs, and did not have the slightest intention of returning to the beginning of the north.

"Although I was young at that time, I hadn't seen his mother how sick she was, but my second mother had seen it, she had secretly told me before, she was terminally ill, and she couldn't even speak clearly." Bei Chuchen continued his initial topic and said, with a pity in his tone, "A generation of beautiful women and delicate children have been tortured by illness like this, it's a pity." ”

"You say, she is sick like this, can she still teach Qi Tonghan to refine poison?" Bei Chuchen looked at Ansheng, his tone was still casual.

However, when he heard this, Ansheng suddenly reacted. His long white fingers arranging the herbs suddenly paused, his thin lips pursed, and his eyes lifted slightly, but soon, he returned to normal and continued to sort out the herbs.

Bei Chuchen noticed Ansheng's abnormality, but he didn't pick it out directly, but continued his words, thinking and saying, "Qi Tonghan definitely doesn't know how to heal. I've known him for so many years, although I can't beat him, but I'm not stupid, if he uses a drug master, I can't not notice it at all, and besides, he has bullied me since I was a child and became addicted, if he really understands medical skills, I almost died of illness when I was a child, he can't do without me, and he will definitely not care about my life or death. ”

"This is strange, his own mother didn't teach him medical skills, so where did he learn the method of refining five flowers?" Ansheng still ignored it, and Bei Chuchen muttered to himself again, "Although the first emperor didn't explicitly prohibit it before, in fact, he still wants to ban ......the five flowers."

Ansheng turned around and prepared to go back to the house, but when he passed by Bei Chuchen, he stopped.

"What's wrong?" Bei Chuchen looked at him and asked strangely.

"Privately discuss the royal family and covet the priority, and you are not afraid that the emperor will settle accounts with you?" Looking at Bei Chuchen head-on, there was no fluctuation in Ansheng's calm eyes.

"Who coveted the succession?!" Bei Chuchen exploded, didn't he pity Qi Tonghan for his mother.

"Ansheng, do you think I'm too noisy with you?" Following Ansheng to the door, Bei Chuchen leaned on the door frame again, and after looking inside, he continued, "Then you explain the truth, and I will get out immediately." ”

However, there was no movement inside. He could only wait, because there was really nothing else to do but chatter.

Bei Chuchen sighed, looked up and continued to look at the sky.

After a long while, Ansheng walked out of the door, and then, as usual, closed the wooden door.

Then, he looked at Bei Chuchen next to him, his face was still calm, and his voice was clear, "I refined the five flowers. ”

With that, he took a hand behind his back and turned to leave.

A strand of long hair covering the eyes on the right side was gently blown by the evening breeze, completely revealing a delicate face, unwavering eyes, thin lips lightly, fair complexion, with a loose long robe, under the slight sky, the man seemed to be an immortal who came out of the painting.