The path of the villain is not easy

Chapter 32 No.30 The Importance of Er Wanjun

If it weren't for the strong obsession in his heart to change his destiny and hold his destiny in his own hands to suppress these distracting thoughts, he would have given up long ago and fainted.

Finally, when the pain slowly receded.Changsun Ji no longer cared about the result.Not to mention his image, he slumped on the ground like a puddle of mud.Panting heavily, the clothes on his body were already soaked in sweat, and even the thick cloth in his mouth was bitten to pieces.

Silver Hand's face was also pale, the hundred silver needles that just pierced Changsun Ji's body consumed too much of his energy.After packing up his things, he walked out of the secret room with a little frivolity.Seeing the eldest grandson Lianyi standing at the door, he cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, it's a good luck not to disgrace your life."

Seeing that her father's face turned pale and his footsteps were weak, Jun Wan hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

Yinshou waved his hand, indicating that he was fine, but a little bit out of strength.

Grandson Lianyi cupped his hands and said: "Sir, you have worked hard. The nourishing things that have been prepared before, I hope you can go to rest."

"En" Yinshou agreed.

Watching Wanjun leave with his silver hand, Changsun Lianyi pushed open the door of the secret room and walked in.Looking at the eldest grandson Ji who looked like a dead dog, he smiled and said: "Are you still alive? Look at your current appearance, where is your arrogance?"

Hearing Changsun Lianyi's ridicule, Changsun Ji, who had regained some strength, said, "Old man, if you weren't my father, just because of your bad mouth, I would have to beat you up."

"But I am your old man, you say you are angry or not."

"Hmph." Changsun Ji didn't bother to talk to Changsun Lianyi who had turned on the poisonous tongue mode, slowly got up from the ground, cleaned up the dust on his body, and walked outside.

When passing by Changsun Lianyi, he whispered: "I know I was wrong this time, and there will be no next time. But thank you for your dedication to me."

The door of the secret room was closed by Changsun Ji, and Changsun Lianyi who had been standing still suddenly smiled and said, "This brat."

Wangfu, welcoming living room
With some good nourishing things, although Changsun Ji did not recover as before.But the vitality was also replenished, not as weak as in the secret room.

"Senior Yinshou, thank you for your kindness of rebuilding today. Please be respected by Changsun Ji." Changsun Ji cupped his hands to Yinshou in thanks.

"Young Master, don't want to do this. It's just taking money from people to help them eliminate disasters." Silver gave a vain support.

"Old man, I don't know when my mud palace will be cured, or when will it be able to support me to write poems?" Changsun Ji asked impatiently.

"Young Lord, this injury can only be healed by time. If Young Lord can find the Severing Soul Grass, it can be healed earlier. Otherwise, it will take at least ten years." Silver Hand pondered for a while, and reckoned .

"As for writing poems and lyrics, young master can try it now. There will be no problem with poems under one state, but the stability of the mud palace will be damaged, and the recovery time will be longer."

"Besides the soul-severing herb, are there other ways to speed up the recovery?" Changsun Ji was a little depressed. He had suffered so much, but the result was not very satisfying to him.

"There are ten elixirs inside. If you make a poem of more than one state, take one. Otherwise, the mud palace may burst again." Yinshou answered the wrong question and handed Changsun Ji a porcelain bottle.

"Oh, as the saying goes. Illness comes like a mountain, and it goes away like a thread. The kid is a little impatient, and the old man laughed."

Changsun Ji saw the porcelain bottle handed to him by the silver hand, and knew that there was no turning point for this matter.I don't want to entangle anymore, so as not to arouse Yinshou's resentment.

Seeing that Changsun Ji no longer entangles whether he can recover quickly.Yinshou nodded in satisfaction, his energy was greatly weakened, and he had to spend so much effort to heal him.

If Changsun Ji continued to question him over and over again, it would be distrusting him, doubting his character, and insulting his personality.Perhaps in the face of Changsun Lianyi, the Hou Mansion would not turn his face on the spot, and the Changsun Hou Mansion would never want to ask him for help in the future.

"Today I was treated by senior, and my mud palace was restored. I also heard the fragrance of medicine on senior's body, so I got a word. Please senior Yinshou and this Miss Wanjun appreciate it." Changsun Ji said suddenly.

"Young Lord, you are joking. I don't have any medicinal fragrance on my old man. The body odor is not bad. But Young Lord is a person who can compose Taoist hymns, and his literary talents are naturally brilliant. My little girl and I just opened our eyes." Silver Hand laughed.

"Okay! I heard that you are famous far and wide, so I have to take a good look this time." Standing behind the silver hand, Jun Jun also looked at Changsun Ji expectantly.

Changsun Ji took a few steps in the hall, then opened his mouth and chanted:

The mica screen opens, the pearl curtain closes, and the wind blows away the agarwood.Depressed from love, the weaving of golden buildings is yellow, and the shadows of cypresses and osmanthus branches complement each other.Take it easy and make a mercury pond.Lian Qiao head, frightened by pinellia, cool through mint clothes.An uncaria last month, ordinary mountain nights, dreams of sleeping on the battlefield.Already light pink, living alone in an empty room.Unable to obtain broken strings, aconitum white, the most bitter ginseng business.Angelica too!The dogwood is ripe, and the old chrysanthemum is scarce.

As soon as Changsun Ji finished speaking, phantoms of various traditional Chinese medicines such as mica, fangfeng, agarwood, and Changshan appeared around Changsun Ji, and the aroma of traditional Chinese medicines wafted from his nostrils.Beautiful.

This poem was originally written by Xin Qiji, a great poet in his previous life, who used traditional Chinese medicine to express his longing for his wife, but now no one knows the deep meaning of it. From the literal understanding, the context of the words also reflects the current scene.

"Not bad, not bad. This word is not only beautiful in artistic conception, but also contains the names of 25 kinds of traditional Chinese medicines. It will become a poem of a state in the future." As a silver hand immersed in medicinal materials all his life, he may not have a deep understanding of the beauty of poetry, but the medicinal materials But they can come together one by one.Silver Hand praised.

"Wow, it's so beautiful! I didn't expect that the names of traditional Chinese medicines can make such beautiful poems." Wan Jun exclaimed even more.

"Senior Silver Hand continues my future, I should be grateful. This poem will be my heart and I will give it to senior." Changsun Ji said.

"Haha, Master Hou has already paid for the medical expenses, and I shouldn't be paid for the medical treatment. But the meaning of this word is beautiful, so I have the audacity to take it."

He could see clearly at a glance what Changsun Ji was hitting.It's nothing more than wanting to win him a favor.If he accepts his poems now, if he finds himself in something in the future, he will be very helpful.

Yinshou wanted to refuse at first, his favor with Yinshou was not that cheap, but he changed his mind when he saw the face of his daughter beside him with liking.

Seeing the overjoyed look on his daughter's face after accepting the poem, he was immediately relieved.It's worth it to be able to make my daughter smile.It's just a favor, and he can afford it with silver hands.

Seeing that Yinshou accepted it, Changsun Ji was overjoyed. He wanted to try it, but he was already ready to be rejected by Yinshou.He glanced at Wan Jun with deep meaning, and he had seen Yinshou's last look.

He didn't expect Yinshou to value his daughter so much. Changsun Ji had already made up his mind in his heart that if he wanted Yinshou's help in the future, he had to start with this Junjun.

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