"This is it?" Gu Qi stepped forward to take the letter, her heart sinking.
"Letter of recommendation."
Gu Qi raised her head in confusion and saw a cold and murderous aura in Han Zizheng's eyes.
"Pei Qihuan, a Hanlin bachelor who came from a poor family." Han Zizheng paused, turned his head and stopped looking at her: "Weak disease died on the way to office. I want you to replace him and become the Hanlin bachelor of Lan Kingdom."
"Okay." Han Zizheng was surprised by the crisp reply.
Gu Qi put the letter in his arms: "The slave must do his best for whatever the master plans."
Han Zizheng was stunned on the spot, his eyes slightly red: "Only you can help me succeed."
Parting always comes unexpectedly.
Gu Qiqiang couldn't bear to give up and bowed deeply towards Han Zizheng.
Han Zizheng frowned, turned around, picked up the baggage on the table, and handed it to Gu Qi: "Tomorrow, I will go to Lan State with Song Lian, the Minister of Civil Affairs. There are things belonging to Pei Qihuan. Although there are no people who know him well in the capital of Lan State. There are many, but there are always some careful people who will investigate your life experience."
"I understand."
"Pei Qihuan was born weak and needs medicine to survive. Don't expose your martial arts until the moment of life and death."
Gu Qi nodded in response, tied the baggage behind her and prepared to leave.
Just as one foot stepped out of the threshold, the person behind him came up.
Han Zizheng put his arm around Gu Qi's waist and said close to his ear: "I know you are a master of Qinggong, but as a woman, your strength is always not as strong as that of a man. If you are in danger, put yourself first and don't take risks." .”
I don't know why, but I felt a lot of sadness in my heart. Gu Qi choked up and asked, "Why does it have to be me? Can't we send someone else?"
Han Zizheng suddenly felt distressed, but how could his plans be hampered by the love between his children?
What's more, she is just his own slave!
Thinking of this, Han Zizheng became cold, loosened his hands, and took a step back: "Gu Qi, I have very few confidants. You should serve me, and you should be proud of it."
Gu Qi raised her hand to wipe her tears and strode out of Han Zizheng's yard.
Pei Qihuan, a native of Zezhou, Lan State, lives in Meiyu Village, Zezhou. His father, Pei Wan, is the apprentice of Song Ran, the prefect of Zezhou. The population of the Pei family is simple, and several branches have little contact with each other. Song Ran was the son of Song Lianshu's brother, Shangshu of the Ministry of Civil Affairs of Lan State. It was only through Song Lian's recommendation that this mediocre man was promoted to the position of prefect.
Along the way, Gu Qi kept thinking about Pei Qihuan's identity and background in his heart, for fear that he would forget it. The carriage in front has driven a few feet away, and occasionally you can hear the frolics and singing in the carriage. It is the maid Yingge, who was originally the maidservant in Hanzi's house. Now she was given to Song Lian, and Song Lian promised to take her in. Be a concubine.
"At this age, he can be her father." Gu Qi secretly despised her and deliberately walked slower, trying to distance herself.
A gust of wind caused the horses to stir.
"There is an assassin!" the attendant in front shouted, and then the sound of swords fighting was heard.
Gu Qi was startled and tightened the reins to find out.
Four or five masked thieves emerged from the woods on both sides and surrounded Gu Qi.
There was a whistle in the forest, and several people came running towards them with swords drawn. Gu Qi took a breath, held the whip in his hand, jumped up and rushed towards the assassin in front to kill. After knocking him unconscious, he raised his knife. Just as they were in a melee, several assassins in front began to run back.
Gu Qi secretly thought that something was wrong. Although he had learned martial arts for four years, he was still just scratching the surface. Although Qing Gong was good, he could only protect himself.
That’s it! Song Lian's life is at stake!
Gu Qi gritted his teeth and began to take the initiative, hoping for a quick victory.
Han Zizheng stood on the high ground in the distance, his bow fully drawn, pointing the arrow directly at Gu Qi below.
Two men in black raised their long knives and came to kill them. They were too fast to respond, so they had to use their knives to hold them back. During the stalemate, the arrow flew over and inserted directly into Gu Qi's chest!
The nearly half-kneeling body was carried a foot away by the arrow that rushed in. Along with the heartbreaking pain, his whole body suddenly lost all strength. The surrounding assassins stopped moving forward, their throats felt fishy and sweet, their vision began to blur, and they no longer felt any pain when they fell.
"stop!"
Han Zizheng raised his hand, and the masked men all dodged into the forest and disappeared in a moment.
Yan Churong came on horseback, but failed to stop the disaster.
Seeing Han Zizheng approaching quickly, Yan Churong picked up Gu Qi and stared with red eyes: "You are really crazy! This arrow almost killed her!"
Han Zizheng's throat tightened and his voice trembled slightly: "I have my own sense of discretion."
"There will be times when you regret it!"
Gu Qi woke up and found herself lying on a plain bed.
"Hiss..." Just as she was about to stand up, the tearing sensation on her body made her breathless in pain.
"Don't move."
A familiar voice sounded in her ears, and Gu Qi smiled with her chapped mouth: "Doctor Yan."
Among Gu Qi's few friends, this is the one with whom he has the best relationship. His name is "Yan Churong" and he claims to be the seventh generation disciple of the King of Medicine. He has excellent medical skills but disdains flattery. He relies on his mood to cure diseases and save people. He has a close relationship with Han Zizheng and rarely falls out with him.
"It seems there is hope." Yan Churong walked over slowly, holding the crushed herbs in his hand.
Gu Qi slowly lay down and took off his coat.
The white and tender skin was exposed, making the wound redder and brighter.
Yan Churong closed his eyes tightly and sighed: "The other women are taboo about the difference between men and women. How come you never seem to worry about it."
"What's the difference between men and women? Who cares if their lives are gone."
Yan Churong raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "That makes sense. As for the wound in front, should I apply the medicine, or should you do it yourself?"
Gu Qi's face turned red: "Of course I will do it myself."
"All the men in the Yun Kingdom are dead? How dare I send you there?" Yan Churong frowned and began to wrap the gauze gently. He seemed a little dissatisfied with Han Zizheng's arrangement.
Then seeing Gu Qi's eyes slightly closed, he said no more and just said: "You should rest first."
I have been recuperating for more than half a month, but I wonder if my trip has been delayed.
Gu Qi was sitting by the window in a daze, and Yan Churong's voice came to his ears: "Don't worry, Mr. Song, whom you care about, is intact."
Gu Qi curled her lips: "I don't care about him."
Yan Churong placed a bowl of dark soup in front of him. Gu Qi glanced down and frowned: "How long will I have to drink this damn thing?"
"I'm afraid you'll have to drink this 'ghost stuff' for a long time." Yan Churong smiled meaningfully, and his words were also strange.
Gu Qi glared at him, picked up the bowl and swallowed, but the bitterness still escaped her teeth and cheeks, and she felt nauseated after drinking.
"What do you mean by what you just said?" As soon as the words came out, the smell of herbs spread in his mouth.
Seeing her grinning, Yan Churong hurriedly took out the candied fruit from his arms and stuffed it into her.
"Do you know the purpose of sneaking into Lan Country this time?"
Gu Qi held the empty bowl and thought for a while, then shook her head. "I need to replace Pei Qihuan who died of illness and go to the capital of Lan Kingdom to serve as a Hanlin bachelor. The specific task has not been arranged yet."
"Death of illness?"
A trace of surprise flashed across Yan Churong's face, and then he fell silent, as if he was thinking about something.
After a while, he looked at Gu Qi again, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.
"What's wrong with you?" Gu Qi felt uncomfortable being stared at by Yan Churong. He knocked on the medicine bowl and brought Yan Churong back from his thoughts.
"It's nothing." Yan Churong returned to his usual indifferent expression, as if everything just now was an illusion.
Seeing him like this, Gu Qi didn't ask any more questions. After getting up and stretching my body, I no longer felt the pain of tearing wounds, but as soon as I lifted my breath, I started coughing violently.
"It's not a good time to get lucky in a short period of time." Yan Churong half-leaned on the corner of the table, thoughtfully.
Gu Qi sighed: "I'm really useless, even a few little assassins can't deal with it."
Yan Churong looked at Gu Qi and opened his mouth: "Actually..."
"I will send a team of people to escort you secretly to keep you safe." The person at the door interrupted Yan Churong. Gu Qi looked up and saw a man wearing a blue and white brocade coat with a white hair tie tied up. The blue hair on her hair is dancing with the wind.
Gu Qi hurriedly stood up and bowed: "Master."
"What are you doing, Mr. Han?" Yan Churong looked unhappy.
Han Zizheng raised his eyes and glanced at Yan Churong. He looked deflated, shook his hand with the jade fan, and walked in: "Now let's take care of Xiao Qi's flight to Lan Country. If something goes wrong, you and I can still survive, but her life It’s hard to guarantee.”
It's okay to be angry, but we still have to talk about business.
Yan Churong had a dark face and helped Gu Qi to sit down by the bed.
Gu Qi kept looking at Han Zizheng: "Song Lian, are you okay?"
Han Zizheng smiled, moved the wooden stool next to him and sat down beside the bed: "You seem to have forgotten what I told you that night."
Does he care about me?
Gu Qi blushed: "It happened suddenly, I didn't think too much about it."
Yan Churong next to him snorted coldly and left the room.
Han Zizheng looked solemnly, stared at Gu Qi and said: "Pei Qihuan will not have such good skills."
Yan Churong came in again, holding a package in his hand: "Although you were injured this time, although it was not in the plan, it invisibly confirmed your identity as Pei Qihuan."
Gu Qi looked at Yan Churong and suddenly understood: "Yes, if I go straight to Lan Country intact and full of energy, I will definitely arouse suspicion. Now that I can't use my internal strength, and the old injury has not healed, there is really a chance A sign of weakness."
"Not only that," Yan Churong came over and put the package in Gu Qi's hand: "From the day you became Pei Qihuan, you have to disguise yourself every day."
Gu Qi opened the package and found several packages of herbs wrapped in kraft paper and a porcelain jar engraved with blue and white flowers.
Gu Qi looked at several large packages of herbs and asked, "What is this?"
"Poison." Yan Churong looked serious, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether he was telling the truth or a joke.
"He specially prepared this. Take it once a day and decoct it in water. Over time, you will develop symptoms of coldness and weakness. It is not fatal." Han Zizheng looked at the contents of the bag and pointed at the porcelain vase with the fan handle. :"What's this?"
Yan Churong ignored him and squatted directly in front of Gu Qi: "If a woman is cold, her menstrual period will be affected. During those difficult days, eating this can relieve the pain."
The surroundings fell silent, and Yan Churong looked at the porcelain bottle in trance.
Han Zizheng coughed twice and said: "Ahem, it seems that my things are a bit insignificant."
Gu Qi and Yan Churong looked at him one after another, and saw him taking out an exquisite black gold dagger and a white handkerchief from his sleeves.
Han Zizheng put two things in Gu Qi's hands: "For self-defense."
Gu Qi opened the dagger. The blade was extremely sharp, and she was very happy: "Thank you, Master."
Yan Churong took out the handkerchief from Gu Qi's hand and opened it. He saw that the four corners of the handkerchief were embroidered with unknown patterns: "This is not..."
Han Zizheng smiled and said, "It's for self-defense."
The conversation between the two of them made Gu Qiyun confused.
After so many years, I have become accustomed to the fact that there is something in their words. If you don't understand, just don't understand.
Gu Qi put the dagger behind her waist and put all other things into the baggage.
A hand suddenly reached out and pressed Gu Qi's hand.
"It's medicine that's three parts poison. If you don't want to, we can discuss it in the long term."
Gu Qi raised her head and smiled at Yan Churong: "I believe you."
Yan Churong sighed and slowly let go of his hand.
