Yuan Mingkong turned his back to Zhao Rang and Ximen Dazhuang, standing naked, with the water on his body constantly falling. Under the candlelight, his body is plump and healthy, with solid muscles and proportionally long sleeves. He is truly a rare handsome man. The most important thing is that all the skin on Yuan Mingkong's body is no longer pale, but all have the color of snow, pink and tender, like a newborn baby.
Others didn't know it, but they thought Yuan Mingkong had some unique magic method, or added some secret medicine to the bath water to achieve this state. But Zhao Rang knew best that Yuan Mingkong had nothing but hot water when he took a bath.
Even the hot water almost ran out because of the lack of firewood, let alone having time to find other things for him...
Yuan Mingkong picked up a large towel on the shelf and wiped his body carefully, except for his head. Then he walked behind the screen, where there were clothes that his sister Yuan Kexin had prepared for him in advance.
Dressed neatly, Yuan Mingkong walked out again, his whole body restored to his original spirit, and his face exuded a glow of confidence!
He spread his hands and walked towards Zhao Rang, then rushed forward and gave his fellow sufferer a firm hug.
Zhao Rang didn't like this kind of close physical contact... let alone a man hugging another man... He felt that punching Ximen twice in the belly was his upper limit.
After the hug, Yuan Mingkong clicked his hands together in front of him, as if he was going into a temple to worship a god, he bowed to Zhao Rang to the end, then looked at Ximen Dazhuang, and muttered:
"Yes, and you, brother!"
Then he bowed to the end again.
Zhao Rang watched Yuan Mingkong worshiping here without saying a word, and finally he felt thirsty.
A person who has been taking a hot bath for two hours is lucky to still feel thirsty! If Yuan Mingkong were replaced by an ordinary person, he would have died in the bathtub due to dehydration.
Zhao Rang took him to the hall of the house and put an extra teapot on the table, just in case he wouldn't have enough to drink after taking a bath.
Both teapots were full of tea, but the tea had been brewed since he first got out of the bathtub. It had already been two hours, so it must have been cold.
Yuan Mingkong was not particular about it. He picked up the teapot, held it in each hand, held the spout in his mouth and drank all the tea in one go. The second one is the same as usual.
After drinking two pots of tea, Zhao Rang could see to the naked eye that his belly had bulged slightly, and his originally loose clothes had been stretched out a bit.
"Ah! It's so comfortable!"
Yuan Mingkong slumped down on his chair, looked up at the ceiling, and couldn't help but admire.
Zhao Rang walked next to him, followed his example and sat down, looked at the ceiling, and said:
"Are you feeling hungry again? Here's a roast leg of lamb, it must be the best! You can't eat meat without wine. If the meat is rotten, it must be good. How about I treat you to some meat rotten with wine?"
As soon as Zhao Rang said the word "lamb leg", Yuan Mingkong swallowed his saliva twice. But after touching his belly, he replied to Zhao Rang:
"No, you can't eat yet. If you want to eat, you have to wait two hours!"
Zhao Rang was very confused as to why he had to use hot water continuously for two hours to take a shower just now. You have to wait two hours to eat now?
But this time, before Zhao Rang could ask, Yuan Mingkong took the initiative to explain:
"Because I'm poisoned!"
Zhao Rang's expression tightened and he asked:
"What poison?"
Yuan Mingkong stretched out his right hand and placed it on the table. The four fingers except the middle finger hold up the palm of the hand, but the middle finger is stretched out and raised high, looking like a bastard!
"Where did the bastard get the poison?"
Yuan Mingkong said:
"The bastard can live for a thousand years, do you know why?"
Zhao Rang shook his head and expressed ignorance.
It was true that the bastard lived a long life, but he had never seen anyone really live for thousands of years.
Yuan Mingkong continued:
"The Bastard can live for thousands of years because its special breathing method can prolong life."
Zhao Rang suddenly laughed and said:
"Even if you were really poisoned by the bastard's poison, when I took you out of the coffin, why did you feel like you had lost half your life?
Yuan Mingkong shook his head and said:
"Using too much poison can harm people, but using too little can save people. This time I used the bastard poison and saved my own life!"
Before Yuan Mingkong got into the coffin, he took a special poison. This poison is condensed from the essence of ninety-nine tortoises. Each pill is only a small size. One bite can make a person sleep without eating or drinking for two days and two nights, and the breathing and pulse will become extremely weak. Even the most experienced old doctor couldn't detect it, and he was in a state of life and death.
This poison also has a very special name, called "Three and a half". As the saying goes, if the King of Hell wants you to die at the third watch, who dares to keep you until the fifth watch? The effect of this medicine is to lock the time of the person who takes the medicine, firmly locking it in the middle of the night, so that he will not offend the King of Hell, but will not report there immediately.
"I took two pills in one go. Normally, I won't wake up naturally until this time tomorrow, but I didn't expect you to be very fast and wake me up a day in advance!"
What Yuan Mingkong refers to as "waking up" refers to Zhao Rang holding the knife and standing still with all his strength. Under the violent vibration and shaking, Yuan Mingkong struggled out from the effects of the medicine. But because he was one day early, he could not return to normal immediately. Instead, he had to use external forces to shorten the recovery time.
There are twelve hours in a day, and Yuan Mingkong only spent two hours taking a bath. Two to twelve, a full ten hours more, and most of the day was undoubtedly a very good deal.
Zhao Rang smacked his lips, picked up a pear on the table and ate it.
Pears from the Western Regions have to wait until autumn to come down. These are Dawei pears shipped from the north. Juicy but lacking in sweetness and aroma. After working for so long, Zhao Rang was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back. While eating pears, he and Yuan Mingkong continued talking.
After so many days apart, Zhao Rang encountered many bizarre and complicated incidents here, and he believed that Yuan Mingkong was the same. Now that the two are reunited and the two are in harmony, the full picture of the matter can almost be restored.
Yuan Mingkong looked at the plump pear in Zhao Rang's hand, and his Adam's apple moved unconsciously. After looking at it for a moment, he turned his head forcefully and said:
"Remember that night when we split up, right?"
Zhao Rang replied:
"Of course! But I didn't find anything at Mr. Wang's place, but I met a big shot!"
Then, Zhao Rang told the story of his meeting with Princess Amani of Lanmo Kingdom, and then told Ye Sanniang, Lian Gongzi, and Ximen Dazhuang who he met on the way here in detail. Pass.
Yuan Mingkong listened quietly and carefully without interrupting. It wasn't until Zhao Rang finished speaking that he asked again:
"Where is Shen Liushu? Is he still alive?"
Zhao Rang replied:
"The Zhong family class was bloodbathed, and when I returned to the semicolon, I was almost driven to death by a female killer with two swords... Ximen Dazhuang had all these unexplainable things settled on Shen Liushu's head."
"That's true when I think about it! This man seems to be ignoring everything, but if you think about it carefully, there is his shadow in everything, so I locked him up with his newly married wife."
Yuan Mingkong sighed and said:
"Then he is probably dead now."
Zhao Rang exclaimed:
"Impossible! There are only two people in the house, he and his wife. The guards are very tight, and not a single mosquito has flown in! There are also men who deliver water and food on time three times a day. Before carrying you back, then I also sent word that everything is fine!"
Yuan Mingkong looked at Zhao Rang deeply, stood up and walked out.
Outside the house, Yuan Kexin has been standing here, looking anxious.
Now seeing his brother intact and standing in front of him in high spirits, he immediately burst into tears, jumped up on his feet, hugged Yuan Mingkong's neck, and burst into tears.
Yuan Mingkong touched Yuan Kexin's head lovingly, and then slowly patted her shoulders and back. When Yuan Kexin's crying turned into soft sobbing, he held his sister's arm and said to her:
"Okay girl, your brother and I have a bastard destiny. Even if we sometimes don't live well, we will never die!"
Yuan Kexin turned from crying into joy and said with a smile:
"You might as well say you're a cockroach, at least you can fly!"
Yuan Mingkong laughed and walked to the coffin that Zhao Rang had to carry back, pushed open the coffin lid again, and then called Zhao Rang to come closer.
The lights in the yard were brilliant, illuminating the coffin clearly!
Zhao Rang took a closer look and said in surprise:
"Why are they all books!"
There was nothing else in the coffin, only books arranged neatly. Coupled with Yuan Mingkong's weight as an adult, it is no wonder that he can withstand Zhao Rang's strength.
"Take a closer look!"
Yuan Mingkong said.
Zhao Rang stretched his head further inside and found that these books were not ordinary books, they were all collections of poems. And it is not compiled in the usual way. It is almost a collection of various famous quotes. It is more like a book specially used by a scholar to excerpt.
"From Jiangling to Yangzhou, it's three thousand three hundred miles. I've traveled one thousand and one, and I have two thousand and two in total."
Zhao Rang picked up a book, flipped through it, and read out one of the poems.
"Isn't this one not quite right?"
Zhao Rang read this poem when he was a student. The last two sentences should be "One thousand and three have been done, and there are still two thousand!"
Yuan Mingkong did not answer, but asked Zhao Rang to look at something else.
"The homeland is nine thousand miles away, and the palace is two hundred years deep."
"Flying down eight thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen into the sky."
"Three thousand miles away there are two-haired people, eighteen beaches with two-leafed bodies."
Zhao Rang was not familiar with some ancient poems. He looked through a few of the poems that he had remembered and found that the numbers in them had been changed.
"Three thousand miles turned into nine thousand miles, and twenty years turned into two hundred years. And this, children all know that the water flows down three thousand feet! The last sentence, I remember it is seven thousand miles, one leaf, Right?"
Yuan Mingkong nodded and said:
"So as you can see, these are not a collection of poems at all, nor are they excerpts."
Zhao Rang suddenly came to his senses and frowned and looked at the booklet in his hand again.
"There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone..."
"I see!"
Zhao Rang suddenly shouted.
"These are all account books!"
