A father and son walked out of Chang'an from Yanxing Gate. Although Chang'an's security has been tightened recently, it is still relatively easy to get out of the city. The sergeants guarding the city just looked at the simple father and son and asked them to get out impatiently. However, these sergeants were a little confused as to why the son of such a thin father was so tall and tall. He was afraid that his wife was not stealing. Someone gave him a baby son, right?
Looking at the backs of the father and son, the smiles on the faces of the several sergeants looked particularly joking. It was one of the few joys in the boring work, but they were not in the mood to meddle in such nosy matters. But after a while , they put away their smiles and put on their ferocious expressions again.
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Wang Yanqing paced back and forth in the large study room. He had never been so restless. Whenever he sat down these days, he would feel inexplicably agitated. Only by walking back and forth could the uneasiness subside slightly. Originally, this was not what a high-ranking person like him should be like. Unfortunately, the relationship between this matter was too important. If something went wrong, he might be doomed. Even if he had a palace, he probably wouldn't be able to withstand this kind of suffering. …
Wang Yanqing was still walking back and forth in silence, and suddenly the door of the large study room was pushed open with a creak. Wang Yanqing knew that the person who came was Old Ding, because this old servant was the only one in the whole house who could push the door in without knocking.
Wang Yanqing hurriedly turned around and walked up, holding Old Ding's arm tightly with his right hand, and asked eagerly: "How is the situation?"
Old Ding always looked humble and spoke in a slow and unhurried manner. Even when facing the fruit vendors on the street, he was polite and there was no trace of the fact that he was the important person in the current family of powerful officials. housekeeper.
Facing Wang Yanqing's inquiry, he respectfully replied: "Sir, I have already left the city."
Lao Ding did not mention anyone by name, but after hearing this, Wang Yanqing felt as if a heavy stone had dropped, and he felt instantly relieved.
Wang Yanqingsong walked slowly to the seat, and his whole body almost fell on the chair. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the window, as if the old scheming, wrathful and unlucky Shang Shu had returned to his soul.
Wang Yanqing sat on the chair and fell into deep thought, while Lao Ding stood in front of the desk with his body bowed and said nothing. After an unknown amount of time, Wang Yanqing suddenly lowered his head and looked at Old Ding and asked, "Have you left any words?"
"Back to my lord, a young man said to the villain, 'The seeds have been planted, and they will bear fruit in two days.'"
"Just plant it... Just plant it..." Wang Yanqing nodded and muttered to himself. After thinking for a moment, he said to Lao Ding: "You think of a way to contact Chen Jinjue, and we'll get it to you as soon as possible." Inform the queen of this news!"
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A few days later, the whole of Chang'an was quiet, and nothing special happened.
It was the same as usual in the yard, boiling medicine when it was time to boil it, studying when it was time to study, reading when it was time to read...
Late this night, Ye Changshan unconsciously lifted the quilt while he was sleeping. He felt very hot, as if he was walking in the desert. In the past few days, he had taken the pills that Senior Sister Zichun had reconstituted for him, but they had no special effect. On the contrary, his energy level was getting worse day by day, until tonight he went to bed without even eating. At first, his heartbeat was beating violently, but then he adjusted his breathing and gradually stabilized, and he fell asleep in a daze.
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Changshan felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter, like a piece of red-hot iron. Sweat kept coming out of his forehead, chest and back, and soon his clothes were soaked. In his sleep, Ye Changshan felt like he was in a mountain of flames. Moreover, he was still wearing the big jacket he wore in the cold winter months, and thick sweat poured out of his body like a waterfall. Ye Changshan tried his best to get rid of this unbearable feeling. He struggled to pull his clothes apart. The evening breeze blew by, and a refreshing cool air hit him. The extremely hot feeling disappeared instantly...
But before he could cool down for a moment, the sky in his dream suddenly changed! Just a moment ago it was blazing sun, but now it was freezing cold. Ye Changshan had no clothes on his body and was naked in the ice and snow. He curled up tightly and shivered all over his body...
Ye Changshan was wandering between ice and fire, and every moment was torture.
Time passed bit by bit, but Ye Changshan didn't feel it at all, as if he was trapped in this endless purgatory, and even time stopped. And all he can do is wait and suffer endlessly.
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the next day.
When Yingping was having breakfast, he felt strange. Ye Changshan had been getting up later and later every day in recent days. Today, it was almost chen hour and there was still no sign of him.
Recalling that Ye Changshan always said that he was not feeling well recently, Yingping came to the door of Ye Changshan's house after eating. He knocked lightly on the door, but there was no response from inside. Yingping stood outside the door and shouted inside, but there was still no response.
Yingping felt very strange in his heart. Ye Changshan had never slept so deeply, even if he had a rest the next day.
An indescribable feeling took over my heart. Yingping slowly pushed the door open. When he saw Ye Changshan, he was extremely panicked. He ran to the bedside and put his hand to his mouth and nose. He found that his breathing was still there, but it was extremely weak. Yingping's heart was hanging. Fall down a little. Then, he rushed out of the room and ran to Zichun, pulled the sleeves of his fifth uncle and said almost crying -
"Uncle Fifth Master - come and see! What happened to Chang Shan!"
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Ye Changshan is 'sick', and the illness is very strange. His face was pale and bloodless, his lips were slightly purple, and his whole body was cold with almost no warmth. It was as if he had been fished out of an ice cellar. If there was no trace of breath left, people would really think that he was dead. But what's even more strange is that Zichun can't feel anything strange after taking the pulse, which makes her very puzzled. She knows the bones, meridians, and pulses of the human body very well, which is as good as the imperial doctors in the palace. But this time, I felt a little helpless. Although my superb medical skills could not find any problems, I could only stand aside and stamp my feet anxiously.
Yiyi stood aside anxiously, feeling tormented inside, and even a little panicked. Inexplicable anxiety occupied her brain, but she did not dare to ask Zichun for fear of disturbing her.
Ye Changshan lay motionless on the bed like a dead fish. Zichun kept looking out the door. When he saw that the person he was looking for did not appear, he hammered his hands and said to himself: "This idiot Why haven't you come yet?"
After that, she returned to Ye Changshan and raised her hand to take a pulse again. After confirming that the pulse was still the same as before, she gently put Ye Changshan's hand back into the quilt.
This morning, Yingping took Zichun to Ye Changshan's room. When she saw Ye Changshan's appearance, her first reaction was to ask Yingping to go to the library to call Ji Yang and Qilang. He went to the shabby room and then stepped forward to check Ye Changshan's pulse. In the past few days, Wen Jun and his ministers have been in the shabby room and have not returned to the small courtyard. Ji Yang and He spent most of the time either reading books or reading chess records. Cheng Daliang did not know what he was busy with all day long, while Qilang still only knew how to sweep the floor. , Yuyin had gone down the mountain to go home earlier, so Zichun was responsible for all the affairs in the small courtyard. Now that Ye Changshan suffered such a big change, she naturally wanted to inform the teacher and call Ji Yang back. , if there is an urgent matter, it is better to send him to handle it. After all, in Zichun's heart, Ji Yang and Daigui are a little confused, but they are absolutely reliable in handling things.
There was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and Yingping's voice came in first from the outside.
"Uncle Third Master, here! Here!"
Ji Yangyu's figure appeared at the door of the house. He looked at Ye Changshan and then at Zichun. Before Zichun could speak, he walked up to Zichun and asked, "What's going on?"
"The breath is weak and the whole body is cold, but the pulse is stable and the eyes are not dilated." Zichun replied with tacit understanding.
Ji Yang paused for a moment, and quickly recalled the books he had read on weekdays in his mind, confirming that he had indeed never seen any description of this disease.
Then, Ji Yangyu stepped forward and raised his hand to take a pulse, but after a moment he took his hand back because he knew that what Zichun said was correct and that his junior brother's pulse was very stable.
This is really like encountering a ghost. As long as he is a normal person, even if he knows nothing about medical skills, seeing Ye Changshan like this, he must know that he is sick, and that he is seriously ill. But no abnormality was found. Could it be that something evil really happened?
Ji Yangyu stood up and walked slowly back and forth in the room. Looking at Ji Yangyu's silence, Yiyi couldn't help but feel a little anxious. After thinking twice, she wanted to ask, but Zichun held her back. Zichun knew very well what Ji Yang and Ding were racking their brains at this moment, so he made a silent gesture to Yiyi. Seeing this, Yiyi had no choice but to put her uneasiness back in her heart and continue to wait.
Ji Yangyu walked around in the small room with his eyes closed. Zichun, Cheng Daliang, Yingping and Yiyi all remained silent and took a small step back, trying their best to make half a foot of space for him, only hoping that he could Find a breakthrough between paces.
Suddenly, Ji Yangyu stopped, and everyone raised their heads and focused their eyes on him - but Ji Yangyu seemed not to notice, turning to stare at Ye Changshan.
After a moment, Ji Yang's expression tightened. He quickly walked to the bed and lifted up the quilt, then pulled off Ye Changshan's clothes. After looking up and down, he simply took off all his clothes - only to see a A dark mark about half the size of a palm appeared on Ye Changshan's left shoulder.
Looking at the dark mark, Ji Yang's expression became more solemn, even with a trace of panic. He asked in an extremely serious tone: "When will the teacher arrive?"
"Qilang has been there for half an hour, I guess it's only a stick of incense to get there."
Looking at the mark, Zichun felt equally heavy. Although she didn't know what it meant, it was obviously not a good sign.
"Uncle Third Master! What disease does Brother Changshan have?" Yiyi asked before Yingping could speak.
"This is not a disease..." Ji Yangyu sighed lightly, and then he said slowly -
"Junior brother, he is poisoned."
