"Xiahou is too strong." He turned his head and stared at the yellow paper glued to the ceiling again. He muttered, "How can I kill someone at the peak of the martial arts realm? If I didn't pursue cultivation, I would never be able to kill him.

"The princess said it before. If the young master still insists on going to the old library to torture himself, your body won't be able to stand it. Sang Sang took the bowl of boiled ginger soup, sat on the edge of the bed, and helped Ning Que up with all his strength before adding softly: "Before you even cultivate, I believe that you will have died in front of Xia Hou by then."

Ning Que took the bowl of ginger soup, put it to his lips weakly, and then drank it one by one. At the same time, he paused in his drinking and replied softly: "There is not much hope, but at least it is better than no hope." I'll try anyway.

Sang Sang looked at him quietly, and suddenly asked, "Young Master, have you ever thought about what if Haotian really makes you unable to cultivate?" What would you do?

Ning Que returned the empty bowl to her, wiped the sweat from his forehead weakly, and smiled softly. Then he replied to her in a very slow and calm way, "If Hao is so ruthless...... Keck. I must disobey the will of God!

Does it mean nonsense? Sang Sang thought silently, and she began to think that when the master was resting, the bad habit of talking nonsense must have returned. After she put him down, she made her attitude clear to him and continued to wash the dishes, after which she completely ignored him.

In the middle of the night, Ning Que began to mumble more nonsensical words. He had a fever, a pale face, and unhealthy red spots. Sometimes, he would open his eyes and stare at the yellow paper on the ceiling or Sang-sang's little face when he responded to her. However, his eyes don't seem to focus, as he moves his dry and chipped lips, muttering something that no one can understand.

Bicycle backseats, registration fees, youth and children's palaces, helicopters, chocolates, blood. Child, blood. Minshan, blood. Wei Cheng, blood. Prairie, bloody. The General's Mansion, full of blood.

"Why is that? Why do you have to do that?... Why?

He grabbed Sangsang's cold little hand, and his gaze fell on God knows. He frowned, closed his lips gently, a sad question mark in his dimple, and grievances written all over his face. He kept repeating his words, looking pitiful.

Sangsang changed the towel and put it on his forehead and held him in his arms. Then she gently patted him on the back and whispered to him, "Yes, it's all their fault." The young master has nothing to do with these, nothing to do with it. They are the bad guys.

In the early morning, the rain in Chang'an City finally stopped. Ning Que also recovered from the fever. He opened his eyes blankly, a burning sensation of pain in his throat. Just as he habitually asked Sangsang to pour him a drink, he noticed someone next to him. He finally turned his head to take a look, and saw Sangsang wearing pajamas, half-sitting on the edge of the bed. I don't know when she fell asleep in that position.

He looked at her apologetically and tried to push himself out of bed and pour himself a drink. Unfortunately, his movements woke Sangsang from his sleep. Sangsang immediately sat up, hurriedly pushed him back into bed, and then jumped out of the bed himself.

Ning Que stared at her back, and she began to be busy with housework. Then he commented, "I'm useless, am I?

Sang Sang put the water cup to his lips and tested the temperature of the water before replying, "Young Master, you are talking nonsense again."

Ning Que muttered: "I have watched "The Response of the Dao" for many years, but I can't understand it. I can't even remember the words in the thin books, such as the foundations of "The Sea of Air" and "Snow Mountain". I've tried so hard, but I still can't cultivate. Now I'm even in a state where I'm whining and getting sick for killing...... I really didn't use it.

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Early in the morning, behind the thick high walls, in the imperial study surrounded by a unique plantation, Emperor Li Zhongyi stood in the doorway, staring blankly at the raindrops dripping from the leaves of a nearby tree. After the queen served him and finished washing and eating breakfast, she suddenly had an impulse to go to the imperial study.

From the perspective of a commoner, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty and the only trusted male leader of the entire empire should not have too many troubles in this life. However, at this moment, as he silently gazed at the garden, a sense of frustration was evident on his face.

"The dean of the academy has traveled the world again, and he is not sure when he will return. As for Chao Xiaoshu, he also left. Up in the air... Will he come back.

Li Zhongyi felt depressed at the thought of his master and friends leaving Chang'an. He looked at the rain-soaked plantation, and gradually, he felt a sense of loneliness from within. It was a feeling of emptiness and frustration. Perhaps this was also the reason why he visited the Imperial Study, because it was the only room where no one could disturb him, and it was also the room where he could get real peace.

The emperor loved calligraphy. Although he sometimes invited officers to come forward to admire his calligraphy and works of art, no one dared to disturb his peace except his favorite queen and the fourth princess. He didn't even allow eunuchs and imperial maids to tidy up the room. Every book and book was placed and arranged by him himself.

Taking a long breath and sighing softly, he turned around. Just as he was about to scribble a few words on the paper to vent his emotions, he stopped and noticed that the bookshelf diagonally opposite was slightly different from his.

The Emperor slowly walked to the shelves, bent down, and slid his smooth fingers over the neatly arranged books. Then, he stopped in the deepest part of the book – where the stone tablets and precious old books established in the early days of the empire were placed. He remembered very well that the last time he was sorting out the books, they were slightly tilted from left to right. Now, however, these books are being placed in the opposite direction. Perhaps, someone touched the bookshelf?

He raised an eyebrow slightly, and tapped his fingers lightly on the edge of the book. Suddenly, he stiffened the joints of his fingers and pushed the book in the other direction, revealing a piece of paper hidden deep in the book.

The Emperor took out the piece of paper and looked at the ink. He frowned angrily, his eyes fixed on the words for a long time. Suddenly, he roared angrily and asked, "Who else has entered the imperial study?"

A moment later, the three eunuchs knelt in the imperial study. They couldn't help but raise their heads and look at the head of the bodyguard, who was slightly chubby, standing next to the desk with a pitiful look in his eyes. The bodyguards around the imperial study all obeyed Xu Chongshan's command. Since the three eunuchs didn't know why His Majesty was angry, they could only pin all their hopes on him.

Xu Chongshan cautiously stepped forward, approached the emperor, and asked gently, "Your Majesty, I guarantee here that no one enters this imperial study without permission.

Emperor Li Zhongyi was generally broad-minded and fair in governing the country. The guards who followed him in and out every day were well aware of his temper and never felt feared or threatened when serving him by his side. However, when the matter was about the imperial study, even Xu Chongshan did not dare to be careless.

The Emperor slammed his hands on the desk and stared coldly at the words on the paper. He then asked sternly, "If no one enters my imperial study, where did these words come from?" Are you saying they were written by the spirits of the underworld?

He frowned slightly. The words on the paper seemed to pierce his heart, and the more he stared at them, the more frustrated he became. Then he paused and said, "Someone must have entered here this month, you better do your job and investigate!"

Xu Chongshan bowed respectfully and glanced at the ink on the paper. Just as he was about to turn to leave, he suddenly thought of the brave young man who had come at the beginning of the month. There was a piercing explosion in his mind, and his body froze on the spot - everyone in this palace obeyed the rules, and no one dared to enter the imperial study without permission. He thought of all the possibilities, and the only person who had a chance to get close to the imperial study, or even enter the room, was the young guy!

"What's wrong? Do you remember anything? The Emperor asked, staring coldly at the side of his face.

Xu Chongshan smiled softly and said, "I'm wondering, could it be that a scholar in the palace wrote these words in the academy and was accidentally brought into the imperial study?" On the other hand... The words are quite well written.