you got on my tail

The imperial physician and the palace servants had just dispersed, and no one in the room spoke. After Wei Lan finished speaking, the air was very quiet.

Being so quiet is indeed suitable for patients to recuperate. Bai Xuehe yawned lazily, then shrank back into the bed, and saw a carved wooden box in the corner, which looked very familiar.

Bai Xuehe squinted at the wooden box for a while, then sighed inwardly, damn it.

Wei Lan remained motionless, so he had no choice but to turn around. Under the dim light, Wei Lan's eyes were still burning, but the eyes were first questioning, then sad, and finally a little dazed.

"Lord Bai, do you think it's a coincidence, and I think so too." Wei Lan stepped forward and raised her hand to hold the box, "There just happened to be no pain relief in the palace, the emperor saw you feeling uncomfortable and thought you were still addicted, so You sent me to look for it at the mansion, but you tampered with all the tobacco ointment in this box. Lord Bai, a wise man is sure to make a mistake, don’t you think so?”

Bai Xuehe smiled, and simply stretched out his hand to lift up the sleeve. There were still shallow scars on the white forearm, and the scars intersected, like a charming vine, unexpectedly beautiful.

Anyone who doesn't need to practice martial arts can see that this is by no means a rough wound left by a mine disaster, but clearly caused by someone cutting the flesh with a thin sharp blade.

Wei Lan took a deep breath, "How long have you used it?"

"It took about a year, 340 five days and nights." Bai Xuehe smiled and stretched out three fingers, like a child showing off his achievements, "I have used the most powerful earth smoke outside the Great Wall, soaked my body in ice water, and used it The knife was cut, and finally quit that thing. Mr. Wei, aren't you happy for me?"

"It's true that the emperor is wrong, but every moment is for the sake of the country and the community." Wei Lan hesitated for a while, finally looked at Bai Xuehe, smashed the sword on the table, and shook the things on the table, "I am the commander of Jin Yiwei. You must not tolerate anyone who has the opportunity to harm the emperor, not to mention that King Yu is already crazy, and Xun Luo is still too young to support the overall situation. No matter how you plan to force the emperor to kill in cold blood, it is impossible to move him at all .”

When Wei Lan was young, he was just a bandit, relying on boxing skills to steal people's money to make a living. When he was looting outside the city, he ran into Fu Jiying. Seeing that he looked rich, he and his accomplices robbed Fu Jiying's belongings and arrested his followers. Seeing that Fu Jiying was rich, he was afraid that he would report back and insisted on killing him.

Although Wei Lan was ignorant, she believed that thieves had their own way, so she insisted on stopping those who were about to do it, and even she was kicked and kicked because of this, and she was put into the woodshed together with Fu Jiying.

Even though all his followers were killed and he had no possessions, Fu Jiying still didn't care, and fell asleep on the haystack very gracefully. Wei Lan was a foot away from him, and glanced over from time to time, feeling that she had been saved. a fool.

The winter night was wet and cold, and it was hard to bear. Wei Lan woke up in the middle of the night and saw Fu Jiying shivering in a corner.

On the second day, Wei Lan found himself sleeping until noon with his clothes on, but there was no movement in the village where the bandits lived. He opened the door, and saw blood oozing on the pale snow, which was extremely glaring.

Standing in the middle of the snow, Fu Jiying was wearing a jet-black crane cloak. His face was exposed from the black animal fur. There were smiles on the corners of his eyes and brows, but Wei Lan couldn't help but kneel trembling, and he knelt down so willingly.

That night, bandits running across the outskirts of Beijing boldly robbed the Second Prince who returned to Beijing from his own palace, and they were all killed for this.

But they didn't know that there was only one person alive among the bandits.

"No, Master Wei, it's your fault." Bai Xuehe still had a smile on his face, "Do you know that there is really no difference between using Xitong ointment and Jiexitong ointment."

Wei Lan was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

Bai Xuehe smiled, "I can't survive."

"Fuck you!" Wei Lan cursed suddenly, reached out and landed on his bleeding shoulder.

"Xitong ointment is a poison that paralyzes the nerves. It can invade people's internal organs, and eventually even the heart and lungs are turned into gray-black powder." Bai Xuehe smiled, watching Wei Lan's expression gradually dull in the night, and unexpectedly gave birth to some vicious expressions Pleasure, the description goes further, "The way to quit Xitong ointment is to endure, to endure things that ordinary people can't bear, when I am addicted to smoking, it is like thousands of ants crawling through the blood vessels, I just stare at the beams, when If the beam is crooked, just scratch it with a razor blade, and the energy and blood I endured every day is enough to consume the rest of my life."

Wei Lan was nailed to the spot, and suddenly felt chills all over her body, her fingers trembled, but her voice was still stubborn, "The emperor is indeed sorry for you, but you can't..."

"Master Wei, why don't you understand?" Bai Xuehe smiled sincerely and bitterly, and the corners of his mouth were drawn into a strange arc, "I won't live long, so what about Xun Luo and King Yu, why should I bother to plan what will happen next?" .”

"No matter how much you doubt, you can go and tell the emperor that I am not a good person, and he owes me a lot. If you block this sword in the end, it will be considered even."

After saying this, he let out a breath slowly, a mouthful of fishy sweetness gushed out of his mouth at the right time, staining his pale lips red, his expression was very bleak, and it was regarded as the completion of this scene.

Wei Lan sighed, finally lowered his head and closed his eyes, as if all the resentment had been sucked away, he nodded, stepped forward to help Bai Xuehe lie down, tucked the quilt tightly for him, then turned and left.

The lantern was taken away, and the room was soon filled with darkness again.

"Your Majesty, you do owe me a lot, and it's not fair." There was no one in the middle of the night, and Bai Xuehe had a half-truth and half-fake smile on his face. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and said silently: "But I will get it back in the end."

After that, he turned over with support, flushed the wound in, and slowly closed his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the moonlight suddenly became clear at this time, and a bright light penetrated/entered from the complicated panes, like graph paper for children to learn characters, and it happened to fit on the book that Wei Lan had just knocked down.

It was not a book, but a stack of prescriptions drawn up by the imperial physician, with various high-quality medicinal materials listed on a large sheet, each worth a lot of silver, even the dead could make up the living.

Bai Xuehe squinted at the prescription on the paper, his expression was mocking at first, then gradually straightened, focusing tightly on a few words.

Those few words were three coins each for pangolin, myrrh, and ambergris, but when the irregular shadow revealed by the pane was drawn, only the five words "pangolin has no money" were still lit, which happened to form A funny sentence.

It turns out that as long as a complete picture is covered at will, it will be completely misinterpreted as another meaning.

Bai Xuehe narrowed his eyes, and the plausible decree in his hand, as well as the strangely decorated sword in Xun Luo's hand, appeared in his mind.

Even if Luo Cangxia felt that the hollowed out blade could make it lighter, there was no need to design such strange patterns on the blade.

Of course, if it is to cover something, it is very easy to use.

……

Three days later, someone from the palace came to report that a black snake had been found in the imperial garden and a palace maid was bitten in the cold winter months.

The daily decoction is worth thousands of gold. Bai Xuehe would feel better if he took a sip of the wound, but he would feel distressed for a while when the wound healed. It was very contradictory. Fu Jiying was also very heroic, and made an extremely generous promise. reward him.

For the sake of money, Bai Xuehe fought tenaciously, and after seven days of raising it, he was able to jump and walk slowly on the ground, so he went up to watch in amazement.

The snake had already been caught, although it looked a bit creepy, but Bai Xuehe took a look and found that the snake was very thin, so he lost interest and started to wander around the palace. Scary and white, Fu Jiying scolded him a few words, and then stuffed him into the warm pavilion.

But Bai Xuehe couldn't stay idle, and couldn't go in and out of the harem, so he just followed Fu Jiying into the study, smiling all over his face, and stretched out his hand not to hit the smiling man. Fu Jiying had no choice but to let him wander around, looking for some books to read .

Since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, every generation of emperors has read books and reviewed memorials here, and every item on display is not the most luxurious, but it is a veritable priceless treasure.

"Your Majesty, this wash is really good." Although Bai Xuehe is shabby, he is very knowledgeable. He pretended not to dare to touch it when he wanted to touch it. He only blinked, "Is it from Ru Kiln?"

"Yes." Fu Jiying nodded, and said casually, "You've taken a fancy to it? Just take it home, but you can't sell it to me, or I'll break your leg!"

"How dare I!" Bai Xuehe took the brush and washer, his face was extremely sincere, and he glanced at the paperweight at the corner of the table for a moment, his eyes sparkled.

"You can take whatever you like." Fu Jiying was also amused by him. After looking around, he paused before Bai Xuehe to thank him, "Well...it's just the painting on the wall, no."

"Is this painting expensive?" Bai Xuehe gradually approached, his expression suddenly changed, and then he covered up a curious smile.

The painting is a green landscape with a horizontal axis, and the four block letters "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" written on it are extremely neat and neat, and there are continuous mountains under the words.

The arrogance of the different names of this picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, on the contrary, makes the landscape and reflection extremely short and steep, leaving a lot of blank space. If you turn the painting from an angle, the green landscape becomes a kelp. Thinking of this, Bai Xuehe couldn't help it Be amused by yourself.

"What good thing are you thinking about? Let me tell you, this painting is not expensive, but you have nowhere to buy it." Fu Jiying pulled him over, but her tone was slightly lowered, "This is the painting of the emperor, and it is also his favorite painting. A painting, so it has been hanging here and can be seen at any time."

Bai Xuehe nodded pretendingly, at this moment a eunuch came in, knelt down through the screen with a "plop", and said in a high-pitched voice: "Your Majesty, Master Xu Linxu is outside the door and said he has something important to say to the Emperor."

"Since there is something important, I have to go see him." Fu Jiying responded, turned her head and said to Bai Xuehe: "Xuehe, I will come back as soon as I go."

Bai Xuehe nodded.

As soon as Fu Jiying left, he was the only one left in the study. Bai Xuehe pulled out Zhang Shuxuan Fu and put it on the painting, stretched out two fingers, and made marks compared to the reflection of the mountains in the painting.

He held up the paper and squinted along the sunlight. The outline of the mountains and the reflection was exactly the hollow pattern on Xun Luo's sword.

He spread the piece of paper on the table, carefully recalling the will that Yu Yan sent that day, then took a pen at random, and filled in a few words in the empty space of the pattern.

In the end, there were six characters left on the whole paper, scattered and arranged.

The emperor star falls on Chenshan.