"Sir, there seems to be a ...... on the side of the road Person. ”

On a secluded path in Qiluo City, no one passes by on weekdays, but at this time, there is a carriage walking slowly, and the horse's hooves are stepping on the stone-paved road, making a clattering sound.

"People? Who? ”

The carriage slowly stopped, Wen Xianchu opened the door, glanced at the hand of the little eunuch who was driving, and saw a ragged and motionless person lying there on the side of the road.

"Check it out."

Wen Xian got out of the carriage at the beginning, but his always gentle face was a little gloomy at this time.

Early this morning, Wen Xianchu went to find Feng Yusheng, saying that today was the death day of his parents, and he was going out of the palace to worship his parents. Although Feng Yusheng didn't want him to leave the palace alone, firstly, he was discussing with his ministers about attacking Bo Yanguo after the New Year, and secondly, he couldn't get rid of his filial piety to his parents, so he hesitated again and again, although he was a little angry that he was only willing to take a little eunuch who drove out of the palace, but he finally agreed. However, he didn't know that as soon as Wen Xianchu left the palace, he went to a remote street in the south of the city.

"Sir, this man seems to have been whipped and covered in wounds, but he is still alive."

The little eunuch who stepped forward to investigate trotted back to Wen Xianchu with a little unbearable face.

"That'...... Bring him in. ”

Wen Xianchu hesitated, on such a cold day, since he was destined to meet him, he couldn't let him fend for himself here. So he walked forward first, stopping in front of a locked mansion.

"Sir, this is it?"

This little eunuch was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he had some difficulty carrying the dying man on the ground and followed behind Wen Xianchu, and then saw Wen Xianchu take out a key from his arms and step forward to open the door of the mansion.

"Where I stayed before entering the palace."

Slowly pushing open the door that had not been opened for a long time, the expression on Wen Xianchu's face became sad.

"Find a room and put him down, and then go out and find him a doctor."

Looking at the remnants of leaves and dilapidated corridors in the courtyard, Wen Xianchu gave a faint order, then walked straight and turned right, and what caught his eye was the courtyard that often appeared in his sleep, and the familiar could not be more familiar.

"Jiuling, I'...... It's back. ”

Stopped at the gate of the courtyard, Wen Xianchu no longer had the courage to walk in, he was afraid that once he entered, he would think of getting along with that person day and night, remembering that person's gentle laughter, remembering that person always followed him, and called himself "senior brother" with a smile.

"Nine Spirits......

Hot tears slipped from his eyes uncontrollably, Wen Xianchu covered his face with his hands, and slowly slid down the courtyard wall and sat on the ground. A cold wind blew, blowing away the few lonely and desolate leaves on the branches, but it couldn't blow away the suppressed and whimpering sorrow.

In fact, today is not the death day of Wen Xianchu's parents, he has been adopted by his master since he can remember, learn to sing, learn to practice his body, he doesn't know who his parents are at all. But today, it is a special day for him, because the nineteenth day of the lunar month is the birthday of Jiuling.

He still remembers that when he was seven years old, the master came back from going out and brought back a child who couldn't walk steadily, although the child was thin and weak, but his eyebrows were clear and beautiful, and he was very likable, and he was not afraid of life when he saw the people in the troupe, he always smiled sweetly, as if it should be from the first time he saw the child, he was shaken by this innocent smile, and his heart was shocked, so that in the next ten years, he has been spoiling him and loving him, until later, a little bit, there is only him in his heart.

However, since that day, they received an invitation from Miss Lianfu to go to Lianfu to sing for Lian Qingjue, the director of the Duxing Division, to celebrate his birthday, everything has changed. If Jiu Ling hadn't gone that day, then he wouldn't have met the Ninety-Five, and he wouldn't have been summoned to the palace and forcibly stayed in the palace, let alone return to Huangquan that night.

"Jiuling...... I'm sorry...... Until now...... Senior brother can't avenge you yet. ”

Tears have soaked his clothes, Wen Xianchu just sat on the cold ground, raised his head, looked at the dazzling sun in the sky with red eyes, and after a long time, he slowly got up by holding on to the wall, patted the dust on his body, and combed his clothes and hair a little messy, as if nothing had happened just now, and walked away from this courtyard step by step.

"How's that guy?"

As soon as he passed through the corridor, Wen Xian saw that it was almost noon, so he planned to tell the little eunuch to buy some food that Jiuling liked to eat, but he happened to see him send out an old man with gray hair and a medicine box.

"The doctor said that there is no big problem, although the injuries on the body are a little serious, but they are all skin and flesh wounds, and it is good to recuperate, and then there is an infection with wind and cold, the doctor prescribed a few pairs of medicines, and the slave is planning to go out to grab the medicine."

The little eunuch wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and as soon as he carried the man back, he hurried to find the doctor, where the sun was shining and it was really hot.

"Then you go, go to Baiweifang to buy some osmanthus cake and pine nut candy, and then go to the uncle at the end of this street to buy a bowl of wontons and come back, remember not to put green onions, and the rest, buy whatever you like."

"Okay, thank you, sir."

Wen Xianchu took out a piece of broken silver from his purse and handed it to the little eunuch, the little eunuch quickly took it, and then ran out of the house with a smile on his face.

"Why don't you go see the man."

Because this mansion was bought with Jiu Ling and planned to live here for a long time, every grass and tree, pavilion and scene in the mansion can always evoke those beautiful but painful memories of Wen Xianchu. Seeing the figure of the little eunuch disappear at the door, Wen Xian thought and thought about it at first, and finally sighed, and finally gave up the idea of going around the house, planning to see what happened to the person he had just picked up on the side of the road.