Shi Xinglan drank two bowls of hot tonic soup and took medicine, her face recovered a little, and the feeling of weakness in her body was slightly relieved.

The decoction is an old friend of Shi's father, and the most famous doctor in Yuncheng Zhai carefully prescribes it, telling her that she must take it on time, and she must be quiet and recuperate.

"Don't move your mind, remember, remember!" Shi Xinglan still remembered the sad look on the white-bearded doctor's face.

She wanted to do it too, but unfortunately......

Qing'er is very well-behaved, knowing that her mother is in a bad mood when she is sick, she doesn't bother her, and goes to Yan Saburo's house after dinner. San Lang is taciturn but very kind, and Shi Xinglan is at ease with him.

The fat sister-in-law just came back, saw her walking towards the study, and subconsciously persuaded: "Miss, it's late at this time, you are not well...... "How dare you fight at night?"

"I've got my own measure. Shi Xinglan waved her hand, "You remember to pick up Qing'er later." ”

She refused to be served by her fat sister-in-law, entered the study, sat down in the darkness, and was quietly distracted.

Although Su Yuyan left, what he said in the afternoon echoed in her mind all the time.

He said that winning the Chunning Grand Ceremony was the only way out for him and Yu Guitang, and even for him and her, and he said that he had already figured out how to deal with it.

But in the face of power, if he has a way, he can still delay it to this day?

She remembered the good old days, and she was carefree and carefree.

She also remembered Tan Lang's posture standing on the water that day, with long sleeves and good dancing, smart as a fairy, but he sang all the sorrows of the world leisurely. He was born to belong to that stage, and he was born to strive for perfection and not be disturbed by mundane affairs.

Si people are like jade, and they should not be flawed.

Shi Xinglan let out a long breath, as if she wanted to expel all the turbidity in her chest.

She secretly made a decision.

A light breeze blew in from the window, and the cold swept through her. Shi Xinglan shuddered, stood up and lit a pot of silver filigree coals by herself, and closed all the doors and windows tightly.

With the beeping sound of coals, the study quickly warmed up. This charcoal burns relatively completely, and even with the doors and windows closed, the people inside are not easily poisoned.

Shi Xinglan gathered around the basin to bake the fire, and waited for her hands to become warm, before she pulled out a wall tile from the gray wall behind the bed, put her hand into the hole, and found a narrow box.

On the top of the box, there are six bronze talismans embedded in it.

Generally, talismans are made of fine yellow paper, but this box is different. Each piece of copper talisman was polished thinner than paper, and there were Yin inscriptions engraved on it, all of them were spells like heavenly books, at least Shi Xinglan couldn't understand them.

The box is cold to the eye. The moment it was opened, the temperature in the entire study dropped by at least ten degrees. If it weren't for Shi Xinglan burning charcoal to pre-warm in advance, this house would be no different from an ice cellar.

In the box, a brush lies quietly.

At first glance, this brush is not very special, the barrel is jet black, the edge is extremely thin, I don't know what material it is made of. However, at the top of the barrel are engraved several heads stacked together, some men and women, some old and some young, some handsome and some ugly; some are smiling, some are crying bitterly, some are angry, some are sad, all are vivid, if you zoom in, they look like living people.

In the past, when Shi Xinglan saw this carving for the first time, four words popped up in her mind:

All living beings are in different forms.

She took a long breath, as if she had made up her mind, and finally reached out and picked up the brush and held it gently!

Then, she wrote the words "Queen of Yasukuni" on the paved paper, followed by a string of eight characters on her birthday.

There was no ink, but the words flowed from the tip of the pen, the color of blood!

Shi Xinglan muttered: "I want to know the life of Queen Yasukuni, no matter how big or small, I can't leave it out." ”

There was obviously no one around her, but as soon as the words fell, a strange sound suddenly sounded in the air, like countless people whispering fast, men, women and children, but no matter how you heard it, you couldn't hear what they were saying.

At the same time, the temperature in the house dropped further, and the brazier, which was originally burning brightly, suddenly lost its heat, and even the flames turned a strange and miserable white!

After a few breaths, the flames actually took on human faces one after another, but it was still beating, because the faces were blurry, and they could only barely distinguish their mouths one by one, as if they were talking.

The surface of the furniture in the room gradually condensed with white frost, and the frost spread to all corners of the room, and soon the cracks in the windows and doors froze.

At this time, even if someone is lying outside eavesdropping, they can't hear anything.

Shi Xinglan turned a blind eye to all this and was working hard to write.

Her posture was a little strange, not like an ordinary person, but her back was straight, and her face was almost numb with indifference.

If Yan Saburo was here, he would probably use one word to describe her:

Puppet.

When others write, they all mean to put the pen first. On the contrary, she is like a dragon with a pen at this time, but it seems that this brush dominates everything, and she is just a pen holder.

The handwriting on the pen is completely different from her usual handwriting, each one is the most regular appearance, even if you measure it with a ruler, you can't measure it at all.

The frozen room, the numb female gentleman, the neat handwriting, the color of blood......

I don't know how long this strange scene lasted, until Shi Xinglan filled seven large sheets of paper, and the whispers in her ears suddenly disappeared.

At that moment, the pen stopped, and not a word was written.

The cold in the house quickly faded, the frost flowers on the doors, windows, and furniture disappeared, and even the flames in the charcoal basins returned to their bright yellow and beat enthusiastically.

Shi Xinglan's originally dull eyes moved, her small mouth opened, and a wisp of blood overflowed, dripping down her chest along her jaw.

The color of the blood was very pale in color, as if it had been diluted several times.

When the blood spat out, her eyes regained a little brightness, and then she inhaled heavily, as if she had been holding her breath for too long.

At this time, Shi Xinglan's face was like a defeated leather, her lips were pale, and Yin Tang was black. She reached out and pressed it on the edge of the table a few times, but she couldn't stand up with the strength of her strength.

Her spirit, energy, and spirit were gone, and she sat like this without moving, and she had a deep tiredness, and she couldn't wait to close her eyes and never wake up.

Shi Xinglan laughed at herself, shook her hand and put away the page, put the brush back in the box, and sealed it again.

After doing this, she couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.

......

The next day, Yan Saburo did not go to the Juku Hall because the female gentleman was sick.

Before dawn, Chitose heard the screams of the fat sister-in-law coming from the Shi family.

Soon, the white-bearded doctor rubbed his sleepy eyes and hurried into Shi's house with a medicine box. Less than a quarter of an hour later, the fat sister-in-law rushed to the pharmacy with the prescription in her hand to grab the medicine.

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