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Chapter 29
In an instant, Yan Xi wanted to make a move.
Perhaps it was because of the withered medicinal fragrance, the irritability from Rong in his body was quickly extinguished.
Yan Xi changed his mind, stopped doing anything, and backed away.
Song Beiming saw through his intentions and said coldly: "Xuan Yin, don't say you can't escape. If you dare to escape and I catch you back, I will drain your blood and refine you into an antidote."
Yan Xi stopped abruptly.
Hearing this suggestion, his heart beat excitedly, and his blood beat his pulse excitedly.He met Song Beiming's eyes and smiled lightly.
He thought strangely and triumphantly in his heart: So they are the same, although Ku Rong is one yin and one yang, and suffers differently, but his greed for each other's blood is the same.
I really want to drain Song Beiming's blood.Yan Xi couldn't help thinking.
Yan Xi pretended to be very good, his eyes seemed to be seduced by Song Beiming, both nervous and confused.
During the interval between his body's excitement and reaction, he took the time to quickly weigh the strength of Song Beiming's guards - Fang Xun and Duyue, he should be able to deal with it, but he didn't know the strength of the other guards.
Yan Xi didn't dare to act rashly.
Moreover, once he makes a move, he will expose the Han family's sword skills, and his identity will also be exposed.
This game of chess has only just begun, and it is not worth considering Song Beiming's success as a failure.
Yan Xi sighed and adjusted his breath - in front of Song Beiming, from the first time he met to now, he has always been powerless to fight back.
I am unwilling.
Let's be hypocritical and submissive.
Yan Xi said softly: "My lord, if you don't run away, the official's house is here, where can you go? The house in Jingdu is very expensive, and the official can't afford it."
Song Beiming said: "I don't believe a word of Master Xuan's words. If you can take that medicine, you must be not an ordinary person. Tell me, who are you? What do you want to do?"
Yan Xi Qiao smiled and said: "My name is Xuan Yin, and I have a nickname of Weiyu. Look, little prince, how far can I have such a petty nickname at home? I would like to ask you a question.", the little prince is always staring at me, what do you want to do?"
The word "light rain" is indeed not grand enough, but it doesn't matter, Yan Xi likes this word quite a lot, as if you can hear the sound of drizzle in early spring when you read it.
Song Beiming found Yan Xi's smile dazzling, he sneered and said, "Master Xuan is right to ask this question, as long as you cooperate with me, I don't care about your real identity."
Yan Xi blinked innocently: "How do I cooperate?"
Du Yuezheng brought out a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. The boy was wearing a white Taoist robe. He seemed to be awakened in a daze.Song Beiming said naturally, "Young Lord, is this the one you're talking about?"
Song Beiming replied politely: "Yes. Mr. Xiao Xia, how do you see him now?"
Mr. Xiao Xia walked over slowly, his appearance and temperament were very pure and harmless, so Yan Xi was not on guard.
But he didn't expect that the other party would pinch his veins in the blink of an eye.
Yan Xi looked at the kind-faced young man in front of him speechlessly, thinking: I'm being careless.
Mr. Xiao Xia listened to his pulse for a moment, then sized up Yan Xi with dark eyes.
Yan Xi was looked down upon by this young boy, and asked: "Little doctor, I... am I not doing well?"
Mr. Xiao Xia looked at Yan Xi subtly, turned his gaze away, and said to Song Beiming, "My lord, tell others to back off."
Song Beiming waved his hand and said, "Remove everyone, no one is allowed to come in without my order."
Yan Xi already felt something was wrong.
After everyone left, Mr. Xiao Xia looked at Yan Xi and said, "Did you eat the whole one?"
Everyone knows what they are asking.
Yan Xi nodded honestly.
"Your body is quite..." Seeing Yan Xi's begging eyes, Mr. Xiao Xia naturally changed his subject and said, "You are not very good in all aspects, and you can't handle the potency of that medicine. As time goes by, youIf you don't reach the end of your life, you will run out of oil and your lamp will dry up. This is life, old age, sickness and death, and even gods can't ask you when they come."
Yan Xi had heard Zhou Ci say these truths eight hundred times, so he didn't feel sad after hearing them, and he didn't care about them.
"It's a pity that you have such a beautiful skin, everyone has a love for beauty—" Mr. Xiao Xia paused thoughtfully, and then said, "If you want to live longer, the little prince may treat you well."helpful."
Is there any help?
By living a few more years, the matter of enthroning can be slowed down, and it can also relieve anxiety. This is a pleasant surprise for Yan Xi. He asked: "How can the little prince help me?"
Mr. Xiao Xia looked at him for a while, and then slowly said: "It depends on you. There are three pairs in Kurong, and you are the only one who ate separately. This is the first time to see the consequences of eating separately, and there is no comparison. How aboutHow many places do you have? Gradually, you will know how to absorb each other's medicinal effects."
Yan Xi: ...
I didn't quite understand what the little doctor meant.
Mr. Xiao Xia turned his eyes between the two of them a few times, then lowered his head and thought for a moment, finally heaved a sigh of relief, and said: "Little prince, since you have found Rong, you have a better way to recuperate your body, so I should do it too."Back to the mountain."
Song Beiming said: "I will ask Du Yue to send Mr. Xiao off."
"Alright, although I walk faster by myself, I'm still tired after all." Mr. Xiao Xia said, and walked to the hall to get things.
Yan Xi asked: "Dare to ask Mr. Xiao Xia, do you know Mr. Xia?"
Mr. Xiao Xia turned around and asked in confusion, "Who is Mr. Xia?"
Yan Xi was slightly stunned and said, "You all have the surname Xia, don't you know?"
Mr. Xiao Xia said: "Strictly speaking, I am not from the Xia family. I am an adopted child of the Xia family. The Xia family is thin. In my generation, there are no real relatives. The Mr. Xia you are talking about may be my uncle."
Yan Xi compared the Mr. Xia with whom he only had a relationship once in his mind with the Mr. Xiao Xia in front of him. They really didn't look the same, but their behaviors and behaviors had similar strengths of character. Presumably, it was exactly as Mr. Xiao Xia said.
So he gave a soft "oh".
Mr. Xiao Xia walked into the hall, took out a cloth bag, and when he passed by Yan Xi, he thought for a while and added: "Little beauty, if I had a relationship with my uncle, I wouldn't be so unreasonable to eat a pair of Kurong separately."gone."
Only now did Yan Xi come back to her senses, and apologized seriously: "I was being rude."
Mr. Xiao Xia thought of something, turned his eyes around Xi and Song Beiming again, and said, "You spend more time together today, and tell me if you have any symptoms. It is not convenient for me to stay here. I have to hurry tomorrow morning, so I will go back first.".”
Song Beiming nodded in embarrassment, and said, "Du Yue, send Mr. Xiao Xia off."
All jumped down and stood respectfully beside Mr. Xiao Xia.
Mr. Xiao Xia said: "I don't want to walk, I want to take a carriage."
All nodded, leading the way and said: "The carriage of the young prince is not far away, please Mr. Xiao Xia come with me."
All the more whistled, and immediately someone went to lead the car first.
Mr. Xiao Xia walked to the gate of the courtyard, and said: "Tonight's Guben tea is still brewing, please cook it carefully."
Song Beiming replied: "Okay, Mr. Xie Xiaoxia will remind you."
Mr. Xiao Xia was about to open the door when he called out "wait a moment" and took the cloak for him to put on.
Get in the car as soon as you go out, Duyue drives the car himself, and goes to Beiyuan Palace.
The ruts rolled over the cobblestone road, making a clear rumbling sound in the silence. After the carriage passed by, a person stepped out of the shadow at the corner of the street.
This person stared at the conspicuous Beiyuan Palace embroidered pattern on the carriage, recalled the appearance of Xuan Yin throwing himself in the arms of Song Beiming in the Ministry of Industry last time, with a cold face, he snorted softly: "Pretending to have no hesitation, it turns out that he has already secretly crossed over to Chencang."
This person is Mei Yun, he does not know why his chest is sore, he is angry and annoyed, he thinks mockingly and bitterly: the little seventh-rank official has really good eyesight, and he is only willing to get in the car of the prince.
He stood in the desert by the side of the street until the sound of the wheels could no longer be heard, and then looked at the wooden door of Huixuan's house, then turned and left solemnly.
Just after he left, Zhou Ci picked up the medicine box and was about to go downstairs on the attic opposite the Xuanzhai.
Shang Baiheng stopped the person in the dark and said: "Four guests entered the Xuanzhai at night, only two came out at this time, and there are still people inside."
Zhou Ci said: "But Your Highness should change the dressing today, it's already late, I'm afraid Your Highness won't be able to bear it."
Shang Baiheng urged Zhou Ci with force with his fingers: "Wei Yu is persevering, and he can bear it for a while. If we rush in now, something bad will happen. Wait a little longer."
Zhou Ci sighed and sat down.
He stayed in this unlit attic all night, and he was used to the darkness long ago. Through the dim moonlight, he saw Shang Baiheng's frowning, and persuaded him, "You still persuade me, I can't see you."I'm about to get angry. Daozhi, as you said, His Highness is fine, so relax."
Only then did Shang Baiheng relax his fingers, and let Zhou Ci take off the corner of his clothes.
Shang Baiheng stared blankly at Xuan Zhai, feeling bitter and depressed.
Seeing Shang Baiheng's dejected expression, Zhou Ci felt something was wrong.He wanted to open his mouth to persuade him again, but he was afraid that his thoughts would go astray.
In the end he didn't speak again.
Xuan Zhai.
Yan Xi is still smacking Mr. Xiao Xia's words—why should I spend more time with Song Beiming?
He looked at Song Beiming thoughtfully.
Song Beiming was also looking at Yanxi.He met Yan Xi's pure and puzzled eyes, turned his head away, and didn't want to talk about this topic.
Yan Xi waited, and was about to speak first, when Song Beiming spoke first: "Whose idea is it that you participate in the impeachment of Liu Bing?"
Yan Xi said in a straight voice: "Of course it's my own idea. The little prince has already found out about me and sent people to follow me, who I met and who is behind, isn't the little prince better than me?"
"Pretend to be good?" Song Beiming smiled contemptuously, "This king has seen through your painted skin long ago. To be able to pick Liu Bing accurately and ruthlessly among so many moths is really not like a rookie with your qualifications canI figured it out. Aren’t you going to say yes?”
Yan Xi smiled and said: "It's a matter of fact, no matter how many times the little prince asks, the answer is always the same. I advise the little prince not to waste time."
Song Beiming's eyes flickered slightly: "You, Pei Qingshi and Mei Yun also said that?"
Yan Xi was slightly surprised: "There are really no secrets in Jingdu. Whoever I met, you all know everything better than me."
"So, is Master Xuan afraid? You..." Song Beiming traced Yan Xi's facial features arrogantly, and said implyingly, "If such a beauty that has been rarely seen for many years falls into someone's handsHere, it’s hard to say what crimes you will suffer. It’s still too late to return to your hometown.”
Yan Xi just pretended not to understand, and said pitifully: "It's too late, I joined a third-rank officer, and my feet are soaked, so I can't go back to the shore."
Song Beiming smiled subtly. Although he was sitting in a wheelchair, his tone was full of detachment from a superior: "It's hard to talk about others, but Liu Bing is okay. He's a fool, and he can help whoever gives benefits. YouAlthough he has offended many people, no one will put you to death, at most it will make you suffer a little bit. It’s hard to say who you want to join next time, why don’t you ask me to advise you on your behalf?”
Yan Xi answered irrelevantly and said, "Oh, the next official is relieved. I was so scared before I got off the job, thinking that someone has already recorded it in the book of life and death."
Song Beiming's face turned cold, and he asked solemnly: "Don't just talk about it. This king asks you, who will be next?"
Yan Xi said innocently: "Your Majesty has limited powers and responsibilities, so you can't tell the little prince. The six subjects are directly under the control of your majesty, and should not be reported to anyone other than your majesty. Don't make things difficult for me, my lord."
Song Beiming laughed and said: "You can't persuade the damn ghost with good intentions. It seems that a county king like this king is worthless in the eyes of Mr. Xuan. Every time this king shows his favor to Mr. Xuan, Mr. Xuan always looks down on him.Know how big Master Xuan's appetite is, and how big a backer do you want to find? Isn't your vision too high, aren't you afraid of falling?"
Yan Xi said obediently: "My little seventh-rank official, I was trampled under my feet in Jingdu, so I can't talk about falling?"
"Looks like it's a waste of words again." Song Beiming said regretfully, "If this king hadn't seen that it was not easy for you to get the first prize in the exam, and you have 'honor' in your body, you would have stepped on you long ago. It's your fate, and the good things you got are here.For the sake of medicine, if you have nowhere to go, this king will also protect you. Beiyuan Palace can still afford to support someone. Wei Yu, someday you will not be able to survive. This king is waiting for you.”
Song Beiming said that as for this, he was already angry.
Yan Xi could hear the other party's sullenness.
He just pretended not to know, bowed his head obediently, but his mood was extraordinarily comfortable.
Such a distance, smelling the fragrance of medicine on Song Beiming's body, it was neither far nor near, just right.
Yan Xi was usually too lazy to spend much time talking with others, so at this moment, he really wished to ask Song Beiming to stay a little longer.
He was about to tease the other party and say something more, when Song Beiming called out without hesitation: "Fang Xun, let's go."
Yan Xi thought unexpectedly and regretfully: Are you leaving now?Song Beiming forgot what Mr. Xiao Xia said he wanted them to get along well?
Fang Xun jumped out of the shadows, knelt in front of Song Beiming to salute, and got up to push Song Beiming's wheelchair.
At this moment, a burnt aroma burst out.
Both Song Beiming and Yan Xi frowned.
The veins on Song Beiming's slightly haggard fingers twitched slightly, and he shouted loudly: "Quick, pour out the burnt Guben tea!"
Fang Xun's sense of smell was not as good as the two of them, and he only smelled it now, and immediately got up and ran into the hall.
The teapot was burning on a red stove with a strong fire, and it was already summer, and as soon as Fang Xun touched the handle of the pot in a hurry, there was a smell of burnt flesh and blood.
Fortunately, he was quick, turned around and pulled a piece of cotton cloth from the table, grabbed the handle of the pot and ran out.It's just that couldn't find any place with water in the whole courtyard, so turned around and ran into the kitchen, and finally pressed the teapot into the water tank.
However, the medicinal smell of Guben tea has filled the whole house.
The burnt medicinal material has a strong and strong medicinal taste.
When the smell of medicine rushed over, Yan Xi coughed and immediately covered her mouth and nose.
He was most afraid of these blood-activating and aphrodisiac medicines, and he would avoid them on weekdays, but when he suddenly smelled such a strong burnt smell, he immediately rolled over.
Warm blood flowed down his fingers.
Yan Xi suddenly widened her eyes.
Nosebleed.