"This hairpin is your ...... childe"

"It's just a matter of effort." Hua Thirteen looked at her autumn pupils flashing with a flickering soft light, and he was holding the hairpin he had repaired overnight in his palm, his dark eyes were replaced with a bit of evil smile, and he leaned closer to Jingmo, and asked in a low voice, "With the high medical skills of the Beijing pharmacist, he will even hide the elixir in the hairpin, which shows that he must be a treasure for everything in the medical world." There is a question below, as long as you can answer, the price is up to you. ”

This question has been buried too deep and too long in his heart, and he asked the pharmacist in front of him who insisted on accepting the portrait of his true face, perhaps, the safest and safest.

"If there's anything you want to ask, just ask." Jingmo felt more and more strange in her heart, she carefully put away the carefully wrapped hairpin, and unconsciously felt a different kind of emotion in her heart.

Hua Thirteen met Jing Mo's gentle and clear gaze, swallowed his throat, and then slowly asked in a low voice, "Does Jing Yao Shi know that there is any poison in this world that can make people bleed and die in a short period of time?" ”

Jingmo listened, and the relaxation on his face couldn't help but freeze slightly. Speaking of which, poison and medicine, no separation, the world uses poison may not be able to save people, but those who want to save people must not understand poison, poison and medicine seem to be like fire and water, but things are very very interconnected, which is why most of the world's famous poisons come from the hands of pharmacists with excellent medical skills.

"Just say that the seven orifices bleed to death in a short period of time, and there are not a few such poisons." Since he asked about his own business, Jing Mo said truthfully, "The most toxic ones are like Qin's medicine's cold poisonous herbs, Xinglin Valley's water poison dragons, and the less toxic ones are like the unique secret poisons of some other sects of the folk, and so on, but to determine which kind of poison it is, it depends on other more specific symptoms." ”

Painting 13 secretly wrote down the names of these poisons, and when he heard the words "Xinglin Valley", he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, as if there was residual hatred surging in his heart. In that year, after Jiang Li died of poison, the palace thoroughly investigated the cause of death, and finally concluded that Jiang Li died of the world's first strange poison - the water poison dragon of Xinglin Valley, and Tuo Qing, the valley master of Xinglin Valley, thus walked on the guillotine, and Jiang Li's death ended with the destruction of Xinglin Valley.

However, no one asked, how could the strange poison hidden in the Xinglin Valley appear at the scene of the imperial comparison in the palace of the Great Yin Palace; No one paid attention to it, after Jiang Li was poisoned, when the people in the hall were panicking and running to retreat, the child who was adopted by Jiang Li into the palace was stunned and desperate to stay next to Jiang Li, and he found that Jiang Li's dying gaze had been looking in one direction.

He followed the master's last gaze and saw that Zhou Rong took advantage of the chaos to quietly put something on Jiang Li's table into his sleeve, and then he couldn't find any traces of poisoning in the hall.

By the time Hua Thirteen looked at the master who had fallen beside him again, Jiang Li had already closed his eyes, and his bloodstained face was extremely peaceful, so peaceful that Hua Thirteen thought that the master was just asleep, and he would still watch him practice painting and polish his painting skills very sternly the next morning.

Even if others don't know, the thirteenth painting that follows Jiang Li all day long remembers that in his early years, Jiang Li was frail, and every time his old disease recurred, Shi Tuoqing gave medicine for treatment, and even the various herbal illustrations on the "Xinglin Valley Herbal Sutra" compiled by Shi Tuoqing were drawn by Jiang Li. The friendship between Master and Shi Tuoqing is clear, but if the poison in Jiang Li is really the water poison dragon, then how did Zhou Rong get the unique poison that Shi Tuoqing never passed on?

Jiang Li died in vain under Jiuquan for no reason, and the person who poisoned him was his confidant who he carried and made friends with all his life-Zhou Rong, could it be that the person who made the poison would still be his best friend Shi Tuoqing, who was kind to him and kind-hearted? Painting 13 has asked himself countless times in his heart: Why did the human heart come to this? What was the truth ten years ago?

"What's wrong, Childe?" Jing Mo saw that the thirteenth painting suddenly asked about poison, and he didn't know what this eccentric boy was thinking about, and asked, "Who are you going to poison?" Or who is going to poison you? ”

Hua Thirteen's eyes were lowered, and he smiled faintly: "I just read a heroic story in a book, a different kind of hero finally ended up bleeding and dying, and I was curious for a while, so I just asked the Beijing pharmacist."

"Heroic stories?" Jingmo looked at the expression of Hua Thirteen, not dignified, but also a little compassionate, I don't know what story he wants to tell.

"The book says that in a certain dynasty and a certain generation, in a certain year and a certain month, it is rumored that there is such a strange hero, he can't measure words, he can't defend himself, and his life's strengths are all on the brush he holds. At that time, the war was raging, and the enemy soldiers were approaching the city, so he relied on a single brush and a lonely courage to besiege 3,000 raging enemy troops under the gate of the capital, saving countless lives of the prince and the people in the city, and also protecting the country's rivers and mountains. Later, he..."Painting Thirteen couldn't help but pause, his eyes flashed with the light of pain and remembrance, like the stars that are inextinguishable at the beginning of dawn, he suppressed all the waves, whether it was his expression or tone, as calm and quiet as ever, "Somehow, he bled to death. Have you heard the story? ”

Jingmo remembered that he told a story when he asked her to draw a half-faced red birthmark just now, and now he told a story when he asked about poison, and he didn't understand what it meant, but he felt that this son was strange, hot and cold, so he smiled and said: "Childe is really a good storyteller, if you go to tell a story, I will go to eat tea every day."

A wry smile appeared in the heart of the thirteenth painting, it turned out that after a person died, no matter what heroic things he did in front of him, it was just a pinch of loess and passed away with the wind. At most, it is used as a meal and conversation for the small people in the market when they have nothing to do - people go to tea and cool down. As for why he died back then, how many people really cared? However, Painting Thirteen may be glad that Jingmo didn't hear that the 'strange hero' in the story was the same Jiang Li Jiang Taifu who died ten years ago.

"I'm afraid I won't have a chance to eat tea every day. Today, I told some ridiculous stories to the Beijing pharmacist, apologized for the disturbance, and the makeup was finished, so I said goodbye. After the makeup, Hua Thirteen no longer had to wear any white gauze hats to hide his true face, he took the stage like a play, and the half-red play began. He couldn't help but ask her one last sentence, "Jing Yakushi, that portrait of your true face below-"

"I'm going to keep it alive and keep it hidden." Jingmo said with a categorical smile, "As long as the son doesn't do anything wrong, he can leave with confidence." ”

Painting Thirteen sighed helplessly from the depths of his heart, and couldn't help but gaze at this woman who was as firm as a turbulent pillar stone, but beautiful and moving like a moon shadow on the stone, and noticed that there was still half an apple on the table that she had held in her hand when she opened the door. He said inexplicably to Jingmo: "Jing Yakushi still has half an apple left, so I have to eat it empty, otherwise, it's a pity......"

It's just half an apple, and she's still stocking up on a lot, what's the pity? Jingmo saw that the son who had painted half of the red birthmark looked like he was hesitant and wanted to speak, and she only thought that he was going to ask for his true portrait again, and she hurriedly sent the guest away: "It's a pity, it's not a pity, the son walks slowly and leaves."

Painting Thirteen chuckled faintly, and when he turned around, he neatly withdrew his gaze and walked out without looking back. When he raised his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a tall and stout dead tree not far away with a nimble black shadow hanging from it, and a smile on his lips curled up as he walked over.

"This is not your Yuanni Mountain, how can you learn to hang upside down on the fork of the tree?" Painting Thirteen smiled and said softly.

"It's not so hard for people to turn upside down," Chang Ling's ankle slammed into force, spun in the air, and landed steadily in front of Hua Thirteen, smashing his mouth and replying, "Hong Shao has been in for so long, it's boring to wait." Do you still need to salute before you fight? Is it done? ”

"Hmm." Hua Thirteen casually agreed, his eyes as pale as water.

"So smooth!" Chang Ling tightened the sword box on his back, and smiled, "Then let's go!" ”

"Wait." Hua Thirteen raised his hand and brushed away the half of the dead leaf that Chang Ling had on his shoulder, and said in a cold and indifferent tone, "Go and say goodbye to the Jing Yakushi for me." ”

The smile on Chang Ling's face suddenly froze, his flabby back was also tightened like a full bow, his thick eyebrows were deep, he pouted, and asked suspiciously: "Since it's done, why do you want to 'say goodbye' to her?"

What does the so-called "say goodbye to someone for him" mean in the painting thirteen, Chang Ling has long been clear. Over the years, all of Chang Ling's questions to Thirteen have probably focused on the matter of who took care of someone's life for what reason, and the final answer is nothing more than two kinds, one is that the other party is a great traitor and an unforgivable sin, and the other is that the other party is immortal, and Thirteen is in trouble, and for Chang Ling, the second is more important.

"Today's her life, he is my crisis." As soon as Hua Thirteen's words came out, Chang Ling swallowed his saliva and didn't ask any more questions. Hua Thirteen glanced at the deep emerald Qin Garden under the snow, and suddenly came to mind the apple on the table that had been bitten by Jingmo in half, and a row of small tooth marks like a moon hook, he took a deep breath and said lightly, "Don't be in a hurry tonight, three days." Within three days, wait for the opportunity to move. By the way, what did you say in your first sentence? ”

"Huh?" Chang Ling recalled that when the painting Thirteen came out, he was hanging upside down on the tree to count the hours, waiting quietly, "Oh! It's not so hard to turn people upside down. ”

"Hmm." Hua Thirteen's gaze did not linger for a moment in the snowy scenery of Qinyuan, but walked towards the gallery without looking back with a large red mark on the left side of his face.

People's hardships are because many things are difficult to choose, and under the trade-off between good and evil and pros and cons, how to choose the right one? Painting 13 tightened his collar, a pair of starry eyes were gloomy and low, what is the difference between the snowy street under his feet and the bright Milky Way overhead, and what is the difference between good and evil when he looks at it upside down? Each has its own plans and plans.