With a "squeak", Jingmo pushed open the door, and there was a lifeless person lying on the couch, as if he had fallen asleep forever, as if he had never appeared in her life with no interest.

"Thirteen ......" Jingmo stepped to the head of his bed in three steps and two steps, and sat down slowly, her shoulders twitched slightly uncontrollably, and she stretched out her trembling fingers to probe his nose faintly.

A wisp of warmth as thin as a gossamer breathed on her fingertips, and Jingmo's heart hanging in her throat finally fell to the ground, but her tight eyebrows did not relax at all. She was busy taking his pulse again, strong and weak, the qi in her body gathered and dissipated, and the whole person was hot and empty.

"Ouch, girl, who are you? How in the patient's room? An old imperial doctor with a gray beard walked in hobbly, he glanced at the painting thirteen who was unconscious in bed, shook his head again and again and sighed, "What, this is your favor?" It's a pity. Girl, I advise you to find another good son-in-law! ”

Jing Modeng's face sank, and a pair of Qiu Bo were as determined as a rock: "What is this old doctor?" Since I have confessed him, I have lived and died. What's more, he still has a glimmer of life at the moment. ”

"A glimmer of life?" The old imperial doctor shook his head ridiculously as if he had heard some ridiculous joke, "Don't be stupid, girl! I've seen him so poisonous, and it's inconceivable that he can live to this day! ”

"Have you seen it? Have you ever seen a water poison dragon? Jingmo's eyebrows jumped, a little incredulous.

"The last time I saw this poison, it was when I collected the body of Mrs. Jiang." The old imperial doctor's cloudy gaze drifted farther and farther away, and Yu Yu recalled, "At that time, Tuo Qing, a generation of grandmasters in the pharmacist world, was summoned by the emperor to the palace to detoxify and save people at the first time. But by the time he arrived, it was too late. If even the people who make drugs can't solve the poison, who in the world can solve it? ”

"You, have you seen Shi Tuoqing?" Jing Mo's heart moved, and she couldn't hide her excitement in her words, this was the first time she had heard the news of her master from someone else's mouth in so many years.

"The head of the Xinglin pharmacist, the senior of Shi Tuoqing, has always been the person who our doctors look up to the mountains." The old imperial doctor's eyes flashed with brilliance, "At that time, he was invited by Lord Ying from Xinglin Valley to come to Beijing, and our entire imperial hospital was a sensation. If you want to see the grandmaster, you can have a good life to ask for advice. But who would have thought that the seniors would be imprisoned just a few days after they arrived in the capital, and they were soon sentenced for the crime of 'poisoning and killing the uncle of the country'. What's even more strange is that the seniors actually took this charge in the end. Hey, a generation of heroes in the pharmacist world, who would have thought that such a thing would be done? In addition, I heard that he has a very personal relationship with Mrs. Jiang, how could he use his own unique poison to poison people for thousands of miles? ”

"Lord Ying?" Jingmo's eyebrows jumped, and his heart tightened. She remembered that when she rushed to Xinglin Valley, she got the news from the dying Tongmen that it was a group of officers and soldiers with the word "Ying" written on their clothes, "It was Ying Chengzhao who took our division... Did you 'invite' Shi Tuoqing from Xinglin Valley to the capital? ”

"That's right. Isn't it, although Lord Ying was not as hot as he is now, he can be regarded as the right and left hand of the saint, and the saint usually hands over to Lord Ying to do when he catches up with sudden important matters. The old imperial doctor explained, and then said stupidly, "Why did you say this, it's far away!" Anyway, I advise you, girl, to find someone else as soon as possible, and don't hang yourself from a tree. I still have to go to the pharmacy and I'm out of company. ”

Jing Mo watched the figure of the old imperial doctor go away, and his words echoed in his mind. She suddenly remembered one thing, that is, in the main hall of the Qingping Banquet, on the day of the poisoning of the thirteenth painting, she had frankly confessed in front of the emperor that she was a disciple of Xinglin Valley Shi Tuoqing, but at that time, the emperor did not have any blame reaction, did not ask someone to take her down, and did not want all the people in Xinglin Valley to be buried for the events of that year.

Then, judging from the fact that Xinglin Valley was destroyed back then, there is only one possibility: the destruction of Xinglin Valley is definitely not a holy will, but someone pretended to be a tiger and took advantage of the fire to rob and take the opportunity to uproot the entire Xinglin Valley. And this matter has never leaked the slightest rumor, because the dead people can't speak, and the people who are alive don't know the truth, and even the emperor and the people of the world don't know what happened in Xinglin Valley.

Thinking about it, Jingmo couldn't help but sneer, her heart suddenly felt lost, she didn't know whether it was worthless for the brothers who died unjustly, or whether she should rejoice that the people of Xinglin Valley died frankly. She was in a trance for a while, facing the truth or conspiracy behind the facts like a behemoth, what role is she, and the lives of the people around her, playing? How far has it been used?

What kind of being is he? Jingmo's gaze fell faintly on Hua Thirteen's face, and she thought that he might know the answer, or maybe he could give her an answer that could be reassured, and she wouldn't have to be disappointed in people's hearts.

Jingmo stretched out her hand and gently stroked the side face of the painting thirteen as pale as paper, she remembered that when she first saw this face, it was obviously high-spirited and warm as jade, and there was a kind of pleasure in the rivers and lakes under the weeping willows of the saddle system. But now, she followed him all the way, watching his youthful spirit, his obsessive wishes, and his clever vigilance being ruthlessly coerced by the huge whirlpool of the capital, he was raised and thrown away, and the planning and fame he had worked on for ten years couldn't be worth the fate of reincarnation?