The courtyard door was not locked. Liu Yunxiang pushed the door open and stepped on the thick fallen leaves.
No one has cleaned it for a long time. Although winter has arrived, the leaves have fallen, leaving only the bare tree trunks and the lonely yard. Liu Yunxiang stopped here, suddenly not wanting to go any further, as if it would disturb him.
But at this time, Zijin came over, holding a lantern in his hand, lighting up the courtyard.
"Hey, this courtyard is in this corner. It's quiet and elegant. I wonder who lives here." Zijin went in first, stepped on the leaves and looked around, "This is a crabapple, right? You can grow crabapples here on the Xizhou Plateau." ?”
Zijin walked around the crabapple tree twice and suddenly thought: "We also have a crabapple tree in our private house in Shengjing."
Liu Yunxiang sighed slightly. Because of that begonia, she and Lu Changan had many opportunities. She hesitated for a moment and walked up to the crabapple tree. She saw that the tree body was supported by brackets and smeared with white dust. This showed how carefully Lu Changan took care of it.
How many nights had he been alone here, looking at the Begonia and thinking about someone who had no interest in him. I hope God will have mercy on him and give him another life, and don't let him meet her again in that life.
Zi Jin glanced at the crabapple tree for a few times, then turned to the main room, pushed the door open and went in. He didn't know what he saw and let out a wow.
"Girl, come here quickly!"
Liu Yunxiang walked over. Zijin had already gone inside and lit the candlestick in the hall. When Liu Yunxiang entered the door, he saw that the three walls of the hall were covered with bookshelves, covering the entire wall. The bookshelves were densely packed with books, and with a table and a chair, there was no other furniture.
There are no visitors here, and outsiders are not allowed to enter. It is a world that belongs to Lu Changan alone.
"I never knew there were so many books in the world." Zijin clicked his tongue.
Liu Yunxiang tilted his head and glanced at the east room, "There are more over there."
Zijin looked at it curiously and couldn't help but wowed several times.
"With so many books, one person could live for a hundred years without reading them all."
Live a hundred years?
Liu Yunxiang looked at the dusty bookshelf and thought that Lu Changan must have thought about how he would have been sitting in this room reading when he was gray-haired.
She turned and walked into the west room. There were finally no books in this room, but the furnishings were still simple, including a bed, a desk and a chair. It's so simple that it's a bit desolate, especially after people leave. When you enter this house, you feel a chill all over your body.
The room was neatly tidied, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk were still the same as when he left. There is a sandalwood box placed in the middle of the table, which is a bit unexpected.
She walked over, picked up the box, opened it, and saw a pearl hairpin inside.
This hairpin...
Liu Yunxiang picked it up and thought about it carefully, and then she remembered that it was the beaded hairpin she lost when she bet that he would win at the polo match at the Zhenguo Palace.
Unexpectedly, it was in his hands, and he kept it.
There is no separation, there is no separation, there is no solution. Liu Yunxiang sighed, put the bead hairpin back, and then put the sandalwood box back. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he saw a piece of paper pressed under the inkstone.
It seemed like it was pressed there deliberately, as if it had something important written on it. Liu Yunxiang picked it up and saw that there were many herbal medicines recorded on it, like some kind of formula.
The next day, Hongxuan followed Liu Yunxiang's instructions and started to open an altar in the city. In order to attract the people, before doing this, Liu Yunxiang also asked the soldiers to beat gongs and drums and go through the streets and alleys to spread the news to the ears of the people.
But when it came time to actually do it, there were only three or five children standing on the side with their heads tilted, looking like they were crazy.
"Is it still necessary to perform?" Hongxuan asked.
Liu Yunxiang rolled his eyes at him, "What kind of performance do you learn every bit of your true talent?"
Hongxuan coughed dryly and said, "What are you doing to open an altar, ward off evil and take refuge, and call for wind and rain? These are all lies."
"Then just perform. It's best if there's an audience. Without an audience, we'll just act according to our plan."
Hongxuan had no choice but to take out the peach wood sword and play with it, then he worked hard with the sky and the earth, and finally burned a few talismans. Today's practice was about to be completed.
A lady passed by, took a look at it, and asked, "You've been dancing for so long, why hasn't it rained yet?"
Hongxuan stroked his beard and said, "It takes three days to do this."
"It will rain in three days?"
"able."
The aunt curled her lips and said, "Then you can't do it. The Shaman Temple has said that it will rain after the ceremony tomorrow, one day earlier than you."
Hongxuan smiled, "It doesn't matter whether it's early or late, but who can ask for rain is the real skill."
The aunt didn't believe it, so she just wanted to join in the fun and said, "Then I have to go back and tell the neighbors that there is a Taoist priest who is fighting with the witch god."
Saying that, the aunt went away happily.
The corner of Hongxuan's mouth twitched, "She really doesn't mind the excitement."
Liu Yunxiang looked to the east. There was a high platform there, with many people in white and gray robes guarding it. It was the place where the shaman temple would hold the sacrificial ceremony tomorrow.
Compared to that place, their platform made of several wooden boxes stacked up was really too crude.
The common people mostly gathered over there and only glanced at them when they passed by.
"Why aren't they at the Shaman Temple when they perform the sacrificial ceremony?" Liu Yunxiang asked.
Hongxuan took a deep breath, "Not everyone can enter the Witch Temple. Only the saint and her confidants can enter."
"Where is the Witch Temple?"
"I don't know, outsiders don't know."
"Yan Mu hasn't sent any news yet?"
"ah?"
"He left with the Saint just because he wanted to find the location of the Witch Temple."
Hongxuan's eyes widened, "So that's it."
Liu Yunxiang was amused, "Otherwise, do you think he really fell into that saint's beauty trap?"
Hongxuan touched his nose and said, "I really thought about it."
"It's been a night and he hasn't sent back any news yet, which means that the Witch Temple is very secretive or that he has been suspected."
But since Yan Mu dares to follow the saint, he must be somewhat sure. They just need to wait.
Liu Yunxiang asked Hongxuan to continue performing rituals, and she took Zijin to the palace. When passing by a medical hall, she remembered the piece of paper she saw at Lu Changan's residence last night, so she turned towards the medical hall.
She took out the piece of paper from her arms and showed it to the doctor in the hospital. The doctor stroked his beard, studied it for a while, and said, "It should be a prescription for detoxification."
"A prescription for detoxification?"
"Yes, but I have little talent and knowledge. I really can't see what poison this recipe can cure."
Liu Yunxiang thought for a while and said: "If there is a poison that can cause the poisoned person to appear suspended in death, then drinking this medicine can detoxify it?"
"this……"
Liu Yunxiang thought for a moment and said, "Doctor, please follow this recipe and prepare this medicine for me. It's best to make it into pills."
