After Shang Baiheng and Zhou Ci paid their respects, they stood silent.

"Teacher, Imperial Physician Zhou," Yan Xi looked at them for a moment, understood something, smiled in relief, and spoke first, "Is there no cure for the poison in my body?"

Zhou Ci knelt down and said: "If you follow the usual way, there is no solution for the humble position."

Yan Xi's eyes lit up slowly as if candles were lit, and he said, "Does this mean that there is an extraordinary way?"

Zhou Ci said: "There are two kinds of solutions: one is to use the right medicine for the symptoms; the other is to use the medicine that can cure all kinds of poisons."

Yan Xi said unhurriedly: "The person who poisoned me has not been found so far. Besides, since the other party wants to kill me, it is impossible for him to use the antidote to save me. Doctor Zhou, you can talk about the second method."

Zhou Ci: "There used to be an apricot grove family in my dynasty who developed a pair of medicines that could not only cause all things to wither, but also make all things stand up. They are called 'Kurong'."

"Kurong?" Yan Xi thought about these two words, "One year old and one Kurong, which means that the two medicines are in pairs, complement each other, and act as antidote for each other?"

"Your Highness is wise." Zhou Ci said, "Growth is like lush vegetation, and withering is like decaying leaves. The former ignites essence, while the latter stagnates qi and blood. Both are highly poisonous when used alone.A lingering sick bed will never end well.”

"I understand." Yan Xi pondered, "Extreme things will be reversed, and prosperity will lead to decline. Doctor Zhou wants to say 'prosperity' to me, right?"

Zhou Ci bowed deeply and said, "Yes."

Yan Xi asked back: "Thinking about it, Doctor Zhou and the teacher are hesitant to let me use 'rong', is it because there is no 'ku'?"

Zhou Ci and Shang Baiheng looked at each other, they both bowed their heads to the ground.Zhou Ci replied: "Yes, just before that, 'ku' was lost."

Yan Xi was puzzled: "Why did Su Du lose 'Ku'?"

"I don't know." Zhou Ci said, "Moreover, the prescription has been lost, and there are many flavors in the raw materials, which cannot be copied."

Yan Xi took a deep breath, as if thinking about it.

In fact, joy slowly surged in his heart, and he tried his best to restrain the sense of joy - he can get a strong body in exchange!

Even if it was only a few years, it was something he had never had in his two lifetimes—a normal person's life without illness.

Yan Xi was silent for a while, but quickly made up his mind, and said softly: "I am willing to submit to 'Rong'."

Yan Xi's eyebrows and eyes are full of innocence, as if he doesn't know how scary this thing is.

Even though Shang Baiheng was determined, he couldn't bear it for a moment in Yan Xi's light and hopeful eyes, he said: "There is no rush to make a decision on this matter, Your Highness can think about it for a few more days."

"I can't ask for it." Yan Xi's eyelashes trembled slightly, "Ambush from all sides, besieged from all sides, but I can only evade people and live on."

Shang Baiheng and Zhou Ci listened to Yanxi's tone gradually getting more serious, and they all looked at Yan Xi at the same time.

"I've had enough." Yan Xi said, slowly raising her eyes, "I want to make my own decisions."

Yan Xi stared at the two people in front of him, straightened his body, and slowly, biting every word, he said: "Relying on the mountains to fall, relying on the trees to shake, relying on everyone to run, I don't believe in anyone, I want to hold my lifeIn my own hands."

What Yan Xi said was straightforward and bold, which shocked Shang Baiheng and Zhou Ci.Shang Baiheng said: "Your Highness is blessed with golden branches and jade leaves. In fact, you don't need to do everything yourself."

Yan Xi laughed mockingly, gritted his teeth and said, "Fuyou? The emperor said he loved his concubine mother, but concubine mother died beside him! Concubine mother has been gone for so long, has the murderer been found? Has he asked anyone to blame?He didn't even give mother and concubine an explanation, his love is not worth mentioning!"

These words were outrageous, even with Shang Baiheng and Zhou Ci's composure, they were horrified to hear them.

"How long has it been? Assassinated, poisoned, which one has been guarded by the guards of the imperial tomb?" Yan Xi's voice gradually became hurried, "There are so many people who want my life. I can't rely on other people's swords to save my life."

Shang Baiheng frowned: "Currently, there is no end, Your Highness—"

Yan Xi interrupted him, and he asked softly: "I am weak and weak, my younger sister has no one to rely on, we brothers and sisters put our lives in your hands, if one day, you are also in danger, what should we do?"

Shang Baiheng and Zhou Ci were speechless.

"Father doesn't care about me, disputes don't allow me." Yan Xi raised her voice, "If someone puts a knife on my neck one day, what should I do? Kneel down and beg for mercy? I will never beg for life under someone else's knife. I can't help it, or rather die."

Under Yan Xi's hoarse shouts, Shang Baiheng gradually raised his eyebrows, revealing a gratified smile.

"The knife must be in your own hands," Yan Xi laughed heartily, "Teacher, I want to be the one holding the knife."

Shang Baiheng also smiled: "Your Highness's request, I swear to fulfill my master's death."

Full of fighting spirit, Yan Xi asked sharply, "Excuse me, teacher, how can I break the situation?"

"If you compete for fame and fortune as a prince, you will be the target of public criticism in the seven sons vying for the throne; if you appear as an important member of the court or even a feudal official, you will be the target of the prince's wooing." Shang Baiheng said deeply.The technique is unpredictable, saying, "One, the most brilliant hunters usually appear in the form of prey. Two, the upper officials must control the lower officials, and they must start from the lower officials to be familiar with the pass. Three, in the light and dark.Walking between them, you can know yourself and the enemy, and benefit from both sides. If you want to break through, you must first jump out of the encirclement and find another way."

"It's so good." Yan Xi understood at a glance, he sensed a smoother road, smiled and saluted Shang Baiheng, "Teacher, please teach me the way to win the championship and the way to be an official!"

Shang Baiheng returned a salute and said, "I will never give up on the way of business!"

Zhou Ci was stunned in place by the treacherous fanaticism of the master and apprentice.

He thought: Madman, these two madmen.

The early plum blossoms outside the imperial mausoleum quietly bloomed in the snow that day.

In the winter of this year, there was a big fire in the east garden of the imperial mausoleum. The fire burned all the way to the concubine's mausoleum, and even a few beams of the concubine's shrine were burned.

In that fire, because Wang An discovered it in time, no one was killed, but when the Seventh Prince Yan Xi was rescued, his face was scorched.

Emperor Tianxi in the palace was furious, and ordered people to thoroughly investigate whether someone set the fire, and sent an imperial physician to the imperial mausoleum to treat it for half a year.

The Seventh Prince's fate was saved.It's just that the Seventh Prince's face was disfigured, his temperament became extremely inferior and sensitive, and he refused to see people all day long.At first, some people sighed a few times, but later everyone was too lazy to gossip.

After all, a prince who ruined his face completely lost his right to inherit.

Slowly, Emperor Tianxi seemed to have forgotten that the Seventh Prince was still in the Imperial Tomb. When the imperial physician returned to report, Emperor Tianxi was too busy to see him, and he never asked again. He seemed to just leave the Seventh Prince in the Imperial Tomb.do not care.

After the three-year filial piety period expired, Taifu Pei repeatedly pleaded for orders, and Emperor Tianxi casually named the Seventh Prince the King of Laizhou County.

The two-character county king, the title is not even given the name of an ancient country, and the title is directly used as the fief.

Everyone knew that the Seventh Prince Yan Xi had completely fallen out of favor.

Another two years.

When Da Jing was in spring again, Xuan Yin, a young official from Yuedong County, won the first prize in one fell swoop.

Time flies.

Since the imperial concubine left, the plum blossoms in the outskirts of Jingdu have reached their fifth round.

Today is the day of the announcement.

The Qionglin Banquet was lively all night, and the women in Jingdu couldn't fall asleep, they all chanted the name of the new champion—Xuan Yin.

What a hero, he won the first prize at the age of nineteen. What's more terrible is that Xuan Yin has a beautiful appearance and a noble demeanor. He rides on a white horse. He is really personable and unparalleled in appearance.

Those who see it don't click tut.

There is also that bold woman, holding the window and waiting for Zhuangyuan Lang to pass by.

Finally, before the curfew, the young man wearing the red hairpin came out of the palace gate.

He walked in the forefront of the new division Jinshi, and followed a group of officials humbly.When the seniors said something, he agreed to say that he would go home surrounded by a group of Jinshi after sending off all the people.

At the door of the house, there was another round of greetings.

He politely asked everyone to have a drink. Seeing that the wooden door of his house was so dilapidated that it couldn't handle the wind, they all refused: "Xuan Zhuangyuan, let's stop here today. If we are officials in the same dynasty in the future, we must support each other."

Someone corrected with a smile: "It's time to be called Master Xuan. The first and third ranks are awarded officials after publishing the rankings. The number one scholar has now compiled from the sixth grade. We have to take another exam before we can be awarded officials. There is a difference between officials and people. Don't bother."Messed up identity."

Xuan Yin even said he didn't dare.

After a few words on the scene, it was really too cold at night, so took leave and left.

Xuan Yin stood by the door and watched everyone leave.

He was thin and thin, with a dazzling red champion robe on the outside, and only a thin layer of clothing inside, which looked extraordinarily thin in the gradually deserted street.

But he stood very tall and straight, without flinching in the cold wind, standing gracefully, with a sense of independence from the world, so that the fellow students who looked back couldn't help but look at it again and again.

Those people finally walked away, Xuan Yin took off the hairpin and held it in his hand to play with, looking at the towering city gate in the distance, he chuckled suddenly, and hummed softly: "No. 1 Scholar, heh—"

He pinched it with his fingers, and the palace-made hairpin, which represented the highest honor for scholars, split into several petals, which were blown away by the night wind.

Xuan Yin didn't even have a book boy, and no one answered when he opened the door, it was pitch black.He took off his gauze hat, and without lighting the lamp, he untied his scarlet champion robe as he walked in.

On the night of February 15th, it was so cold that dripping water could freeze, Xuan Yin simply put on a dark thin shirt and tied it with a plain belt when he entered the house, and went out again.

He stood in the night that could freeze to death, his waist was exceptionally thin, his face was white, his clothes were so thin, the cold wind was blowing his light shirt, and the wind and frost seemed to swallow him up at any time.

But he didn't seem to feel the cold, and his bright red lips were bright and eye-catching under the frosty moon. In this lonely night, he was as beautiful as a moon god and a ghost.

But he didn't care about these, he looked at the wall casually, and was about to get up.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside the courtyard.

Opening the door, saw the same year standing outside.

Xuan Yin recognized this person, he was the tenth Jinshi in the second class, and his name was Wen Lan.

This person's writing style is extremely sharp, and his talent is enough to enter the first class, but because of his lack of family background, he was squeezed to the second class.

Xuan Yin saluted and said, "Brother Wen."

Wen Lan shrank her hands and stomped her feet in the cold, and said in embarrassment: "Master Xuan, I... I have nowhere to stay, can I stay overnight?"

Wen Lan was not good at making friends, and even though she was ranked high, she just awkwardly stepped aside at the Qionglin Banquet, so she came from the same poor family as Xuan Yin, and she was able to speak a few words.

Wen Lan followed everyone just now, and came back to spend the night after everyone dispersed.

Xuan Yin didn't break the dignity of the other party, and welcomed him in with a smile: "Brother Wen is willing to come, and it will be full of brilliance. Let alone a day, it is fine to live all the time. It's just that the humble house is simple, and Brother Wen will live in it."gone."

"Where is it, thank you Master Xuan for not disliking it," Wen Lan raised her eyebrows overjoyed, and said awkwardly when she thought of something, "I... I might really want to borrow a period of time, and when I am appointed as an official, I will pay you back when I have the salaryHousehold money."

Xuan Yin led people into the house and lit the lamps.

The candlelight was just lit, and Xuan Yin's face was particularly beautiful. He said softly and considerately: "Brothers in the same year, it is right to help each other. What do you do with money? Brother Wen only treats you as your own family. Brother Wen?"

Wen Lan didn't bother to reply, he was shocked by Zhuangyuan Lang's family's shabby appearance.

There is only one bookshelf, one table, and one bed in this room. He smiled approvingly, and his tone was very cheerful: "Who says it is difficult to have a noble son from a poor family, Mr. Xuan is a role model for my generation!"

Xuan Yin stood up straight beside the lamp, and couldn't help but look at the other party a few more times.

Wen Lan didn't think he was poor, but sincerely praised him.

Xuan Yin felt that this person was probably sick.

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