Yuan Mingkong had his back to Zhao Rang and Ximen Da Zhuang, standing naked, and the water on his body was constantly slipping. Under the candlelight, his body is full and healthy, with solid muscles and long sleeves, which is really a rare beautiful man. The most important thing is that all the skin on Yuan Mingkong's body is no longer pale, but all have a snow color, pink and tender, like a born baby.

What others don't know, they think that Yuan Mingkong has some unique magic method, or what secret medicine has been added to the bath water to get such a state. But Zhao Rang knew best that when Yuan Mingkong was bathing, he ate hot water and had nothing else.

Even the hot water almost broke in the middle because the firewood was not available, not to mention that there was time to find him something else......

Yuan Mingkong picked up a large towel on the shelf and carefully wiped the whole body, but did not wipe his head. Then he walked behind the screen, where there were the clothes that his sister Yuan Kexin had prepared for him in advance.

Dressed neatly, Yuan Mingkong walked out again, the whole person regained his original spirit, and his face also exuded a confident glow!

He spread his hands, walked towards Zhao Rang, and then pounced on him, giving his brother a strong hug.

Zhao Rang didn't like this kind of intimate physical contact...... Not to mention that it's still one man hugging another...... He felt that smashing two punches on Simon's belly was already his ceiling.

After hugging, Yuan Mingkong closed his hands in front of him with a "snap", as if he wanted to enter the temple to worship God, bowed to Zhao Rang to the end, and then looked at Ximen Dazhuang, and muttered in his mouth:

"Yes, and you, brother!"

Then it was another bow.

Zhao Rang watched Yuan Mingkong worship happily without saying a word, and finally he felt thirsty.

A person who has taken a hot bath for two hours is still thirsty! If Yuan Mingkong was replaced by an ordinary person, he must have died in the bathtub due to dehydration.

Zhao Rang took him to the hall of the house, and deliberately put an extra teapot on the table, for fear that he would not drink enough after taking a bath.

Both teapots were full of tea, but it had been two hours since he had just gotten out of the tub, and it was already cold.

Yuan Mingkong didn't pay attention to it, he lifted the teapot, one in one hand, and drank the tea in the teapot in one go. The second is also business as usual.

After drinking the two pots of tea, Zhao Rang could see with the naked eye that his stomach had risen slightly, flattening his originally loose clothes a few points.

"Ahh It's so comfortable! ”

Yuan Mingkong slumped into the chair, tilted his head to the sky, looked at the ceiling, and couldn't stop admiring it.

Zhao Rang walked next to him, sat down like him, looked at smallpox, and said:

"Do you feel hungry again? At this time, there will be another roast leg of lamb, which must be the best! You can't eat meat without wine, if the meat is rotten, it must be good, how about I invite you to eat good wine and rotten meat? ”

As soon as Zhao Rang said the word "leg of mutton", Yuan Mingkong swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva. But after touching his stomach, he replied to Zhao Rang:

"No, you can't eat it yet. If you want to eat, you'll have to wait two hours! ”

Zhao Rang was very puzzled, why did he take a bath just now and wash it with hot water for two hours in a row. Eat now, but you have to wait two hours?

But this time, without waiting for Zhao Rang to ask, Yuan Mingkong took the initiative to explain:

"Because I'm poisoned!"

Zhao Rang's expression tightened, and he asked:

"What poison?"

Yuan Mingkong stretched out his right hand and put it on the table. In addition to the middle finger, the four fingers prop up the palm, but the middle finger is stretched out and cocked high, looking like a king!

"Where did Wang Ba get the poison?"

元明空 says:

"Wang Ba can live for a thousand years, do you know why?"

Zhao Rang shook his head and said he didn't know.

Wang Ba's longevity is true, but he has never seen anyone who can really live for thousands of years.

Yuan Mingkong continued:

"Wang Ba can live for a thousand years because of its special breathing method that can prolong life."

Zhao Rang suddenly laughed and said:

"Even if you really fell victim to Wang Ba's poison, then when I fished you out of the coffin, how could you feel like you lost half your life?

Yuan Mingkong shook his head and said:

"If you use more poison to harm people, you can save people with less poison, I just used Wang Ba poison this time to save my own life!"

Before getting into the coffin, Yuan Mingkong took a special poison. This poison is condensed using the essence of ninety-nine kings, each pill is only a little bigger, and one bite can be exchanged for a person's drowsiness without eating or drinking for two days and two nights, and the breathing pulse will become extremely weak, and even the most experienced old man cannot detect it, and he is in a state of life and death.

This poison also has a very special name, called "three and a half". As the saying goes, the king of Hades wants you to die on the third watch, who dares to keep you until the fifth watch? And the effect of this medicine is to lock the time of the person taking the medicine, firmly locked in the time of three and a half, so that he will not offend the king of Hades, and he will not report there immediately.

"I ate two in one go, and it stands to reason that I won't wake up naturally until this time tomorrow, but I didn't expect you to be so fast that you woke me up a day earlier!"

Yuan Mingkong's "wake up" refers to Zhao Rang's strength with a knife, and under the violent vibration and shaking, Yuan Mingkong struggled out of the medicinal effect. But because he was a day earlier, he couldn't return to normal immediately, but had to borrow external forces to shorten the recovery time.

There are twelve hours in a day, and it only took two hours for Yuan Mingkong to take a bath. Two to twelve, a full ten hours more, and most of the day's time, is undoubtedly a very cost-effective deal.

Zhao Rang smacked his lips, picked up a pear on the table and ate it.

The pears of the Western Regions will not come down until autumn, and this is the Dawei pear that was transported from the north. The juice is rich, but it lacks some sweetness and aroma. After working for so long, Zhao Rang was already so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back. While eating pears, he and Yuan Mingkong continued to speak.

In the past few days, Zhao Rang has encountered many bizarre and complicated incidents here, and he believes that Yuan Mingkong is the same. Now that the two are reunited, the two complement each other, and the whole picture of things can almost be restored.

Yuan Mingkong looked at the plump pear in Zhao Rang's hand, and his Adam's apple moved unconsciously. After looking at it for a moment, he forcibly turned his head away and said:

"Remember that night when we split up, right?"

Zhao Rang replied:

"Of course! But I didn't find anything in the third prince, but I met a big man! ”

Then, Zhao Rang told him about his meeting with Amani, the princess of Lan Moguo, and then took Ye Sanniang and Lian Gongzi, as well as Ximen Dazhuang, who he met on the way here, and talked about it in detail.

Yuan Mingkong listened quietly and carefully, without interjecting, until Zhao Rang finished speaking, he asked again:

"What about Shen Liushu? Still alive? ”

Zhao Rang replied:

"Zhong Jiaban was washed in blood, I returned to the semicolon, and I was almost cornered by a female killer with two knives...... These unclear things, Ximen Dazhuang gave him all the things on Shen Liushu's head. ”

"I think so! This man seems to be all out of his mind, but when I think about everything, there is a shadow of him, so I locked him up with his newlywed little lady. ”

Yuan Mingkong sighed and said:

"Then I guess he's dead now."

Zhao Rang exclaimed:

"Impossible! There were always only two people in the house, he and his little lady, and the guards were very tight, and not a single mosquito had ever flown in! There are also guys who deliver water and food on time three times a day, and before they carry you back, there is a word that everything is fine! ”

Yuan Mingkong looked at Zhao Rang deeply, got up and walked out.

Outside the house, Yuan Kexin had been standing here, looking anxious.

Now seeing that his brother was intact and standing in front of him with great vigour, he immediately burst into tears, jumped up, hugged Yuan Mingkong's neck, and cried.

Yuan Mingkong touched Yuan Kexin's head very fondly, and then slowly patted her on the shoulder. When Yuan Kexin's crying turned into a quiet sob, he grabbed his sister's arm and said to her:

"Okay girl, your brother and I have the eight lives of the king, even if we don't live well sometimes, we will never die!"

Yuan Kexin turned crying into joy and said with a smile:

"You might as well say you're a cockroach, at least you can fly!"

Yuan Mingkong laughed and walked to the coffin that had to be carried back by Zhao Rang before, pushed open the coffin lid again, and then beckoned Zhao Rang to come closer.

The courtyard is brightly lit, and the coffin is clearly illuminated!

Zhao Rang took a closer look and said in surprise:

"It's all books!"

There was nothing else in the coffin, it was all neatly arranged books. Coupled with the weight of an adult in Yuan Mingkong, it is no wonder that he can resist Zhao Rang's three-point strength.

"Take a closer look!"

Yuan Mingkong said.

Zhao Rang stretched his head in again and found that these books were not ordinary books, they were all poetry collections. And it was not compiled in the usual way, it was almost always a collection of famous sentences, more like a book specially used by a reader to excerpt it.

"Jiangling to Yangzhou, 3,300 miles. One thousand and one have been done, and all two thousand two. ”

Zhao Rang picked up a book, flipped through it casually, and read one of the poems.

"That's not right, right?"

Zhao Rangmeng read this poem when he was a student, and the last two sentences should be "One thousand and three have been done, and all two thousand are in!" ”

Yuan Mingkong didn't answer, but asked Zhao Rang to take a look at something else.

"Nine thousand miles of the homeland, two hundred years of deep palace."

"The flying stream went straight down to 8,000 feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way fell for nine days."

"Three thousand miles away from the two hairy people, eighteen beachheads and two leaves."

Some ancient poems Zhao Rang was not familiar with, and he looked through a few poems that he had an impression of, and found that the numbers in them had changed.

"Three thousand miles became nine thousand miles, and twenty years became two hundred years. And this, children know that the current is 3,000 feet down! The last sentence, I remember, is seven thousand miles, a leaf body, right? ”

Yuan Mingkong nodded and said:

"So you can see that these are not poetry books at all, nor are they excerpts."

Zhao Rang reacted suddenly, and then frowned and looked at the booklet in his hand again.

"A few plums in the corner, Ling Han opens the ...... alone"

"I see!"

Zhao Rang suddenly shouted.

"These are all books!"