Ghost Doctor Valley.
This is a valley at the junction of Yuzhou and Yongzhou. The vegetation in the valley is sparse and it is very desolate.
Li San was a little bored. At this time, he and his companion Zhang San were walking in the valley using a stretcher to carry a man covered in linen.
The person on the stretcher is Wang Fu, the seventh of the ten pavilion masters of Tianxian Pavilion. He just came back a few days ago. It is said that he was injured while performing a mission in Chang'an.
The valley is stuffy and hot, and there are constant mosquito infestations. From time to time, you can see unknown meat covered with maggots along the way, and the miserable cries of crows can be heard overhead.
Li San kicked away a small stone on the side of the road and stopped.
Zhang San also stopped when he saw this and glanced at Wang Fu, who was still unresponsive.
Li San signaled Zhang San to put Wang Fu on the ground, and then pulled him aside.
"Brother Zhang, the reason why we took this job before was because we hoped that the ghost doctor could revive the King's Pavilion Master. In this way, we might be able to get the King's Pavilion Master's favor and skyrocket from there."
Li San looked back at Wang Fu, who was half-dead on the ground, and said, "But now, we have come all the way to this place where birds don't poop, and this ghost doctor said that he would close the valley and not accept patients. Let me tell you, The King's Pavilion Master is afraid that he won't survive, so we might as well find a place to bury him, and he will be relieved, and we will be able to relax on the way back."
Zhang San looked embarrassed and said, "Then we won't be punished when we go back, just leave him here."
"What's the point? Let's just say that we were attacked by wild beasts on the way back. We are weak and can only run away, so we can't take care of the King's Pavilion Master."
Seeing that Zhang San was still hesitant, Li San said, "Anyway, he is considered dead now, and we are nothing to be afraid of."
After a while, rustling sounds began to be heard here.
"One, two, three, let go!"
Li San and Zhang San threw the unresponsive Wang Fu into a hastily dug shallow pit along with the stretcher.
Then the two began to bury the earth.
Zhang San picked up a handful of soil and said, "Pavilion Master Wang, don't blame us two brothers for being ruthless. It's because the ghost doctor refuses to save you. We just want to get you out of trouble as soon as possible."
"Why are you talking so much? Finish burying it and go back early. I don't want to stay in this damn place anymore." Li San said while burying the soil hard.
At the same time, a cave not far away was filled with a faint gray air. There is also a stone tablet placed at the entrance of the cave. The stone tablet reads "The ghost doctor has sealed the valley, and those who trespass will surely die."
In the cave, precious medicinal herbs grow randomly in every corner of the cave, and the hair, scales and bones of various monsters can be seen everywhere on the ground.
Deep in the cave, a stooped figure wearing a black robe was standing in front of a purple pill furnace. Below the alchemy furnace, a raging fire was burning fiercely, and its high temperature made the air slightly distorted. I don't know what this cave is made of, but above the alchemy furnace, a purple air flow continuously hits the cave wall, making a clashing sound like gold and stone.
The black-robed figure suddenly approached the alchemy furnace. He was not afraid at all of the high temperature of the earth fire that ordinary people could not bear. I saw him raising his right hand and placing it on the alchemy furnace. This is a slender white hand. The owner of the hand has taken good care of it, as if it were a finely carved jade hand.
The next moment, the entire body of the alchemy furnace glowed with purple light and floated in the air. A complex magic circle slowly appeared on the ground, and a golden light surged from the ground and rushed towards the alchemy furnace. The fire on the ground gradually extinguished, and the figure in black robe sat cross-legged, holding Yuan Shouyi in his arms, and the obscure and difficult-to-speak mantras echoed in the cave.
Outside the Ghost Doctor Valley, Li San and Zhang San were preparing to leave the valley. Zhang San glanced back inadvertently, then his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly pulled Li San and shouted, "Look, that... that..."
Li San looked in surprise at the place indicated by Zhang San, and saw a large purple cloud appearing above the Ghost Doctor Valley, and the cloud had a tendency to expand.
boom!
I saw a bolt of lightning blasting into the purple cloud, and a huge thunder sounded. Half of the purple cloud was blown away, and the entire valley trembled. Both Zhang San and Li San were shocked. They didn't dare to stay and left in a hurry.
In the cave, the black-robed figure was still sitting steadily in front of the alchemy furnace, but there was a pool of black blood on the ground.
In the evening, Qinxin Palace.
Li Qinxi was sitting alone in the courtyard. It was quiet in the courtyard, with no breeze and no birds chirping. Only the sunset in the sky quietly grew lonely.
"Your Majesty, someone outside the palace brought a letter, saying it was from the governor of Yuzhou."
Zhang Wenling walked slowly behind her, bowed and handed over a letter.
Li Qinxi opened the tightly packed letter and said with a smile, "I haven't seen my brother for a long time. I don't know why he wrote this time."
Zhang Wenling also said with a smile, "I guess I'm here to comfort the queen and tell her to take care of herself."
Li Qinxi took out the thin letter paper. The letter was very short, only a few lines. Li Qinxi finished reading it quickly and stuffed the letter back again.
Zhang Wenling looked at her carefully, but there was no joy or sadness on her face, nothing could be seen.
After a long time, the sunset glow put away its blush, and it was getting late. Li Qinxi sighed softly, looked at Zhang Wenling and said, "Can you do me a favor?"
Zhang Wenling bowed and said, "As long as your Majesty gives you orders, I will never give up even if I die."
"Don't worry, I'm not asking you to live or die." Li Qinxi smiled lightly, "You should know martial arts."
Zhang Wenling glanced at her with some confusion and was about to say something when she saw Li Qinxi stretched out her wrist and said, "Hold it."
Zhang Wenling looked at Li Qinxi's bright eyes, hesitated for a moment, and slowly reached out and held her wrist.
The cold and delicate touch made him tremble, but the next moment, he was shocked. A violent and powerful sword energy circulated in this slender wrist, as if feeling his breath peeking, the sword energy circled fiercely.
She saw blue veins appearing on Li Qinxi's fair arms and her face began to turn red. She couldn't help but groan.
Zhang Wenling quickly retracted his hand, and Li Qinxi also put his hand back into his sleeve. After a long time, Li Qinxi said, "I know that many people in this palace have advanced cultivation. In the past, they didn't dare to show their faces when the emperor was around. Now, let's not mention it."
Zhang Wenling listened quietly and said nothing. He could feel that the sword energy in her body was very familiar, he had seen it a long time ago.
"Let's wait a little longer. When the new emperor ascends the throne and everything is settled, I can leave." Li Qinxi said with dim eyes.
"I wonder what the empress wants this slave to do?" Zhang Wenling asked carefully.
"Just help me take out this sword energy when the time comes." Li Qinxi said with a smile, "This shouldn't be difficult for you."
"No, I don't dare!" Zhang Wenling knelt down hurriedly, "This sword energy is already connected to the empress' heart. Once taken out, the empress will probably..."
"I've known it for a long time." Li Qinxi smiled, looked up at the sky and said, "Take it out now, I'm afraid I won't live for more than a year."
"Then why did the empress take it out?" Zhang Wenling asked.
"It's too boring in this palace. Take me out for a walk." Li Qinxi stood up and picked off a magnolia flower on the side and said, "Why do you think there are always people who want to come to this palace? In this palace It’s like this all year round, what’s there to see?”
Seeing Li Qinxi stand up, Zhang Wenling also bowed and followed her. He didn't know what was written in the letter in her hand. Since she didn't say anything, he didn't want to ask, for fear that she wouldn't answer, and even more for fear that she would be embarrassed. After all, she was the queen mother, and he was just a slave.
Li Qinxi carefully stuffed the magnolia flower into the envelope and handed it to Zhang Wenling.
"Ask the messenger to bring a message to my brother, saying that the things will be given to him. The magnolia tree I planted has bloomed again. Ask him when he will come to sit with me and enjoy the flowers with me."
Zhang Wenling took the letter carefully, feeling that the letter seemed to weigh more than ten thousand pounds, even though it contained only a magnolia flower and a letter from home. He suddenly thought that since Li Qinxi entered the palace, her brother Li Muzhi had never seen her again. Even the last time the emperor passed away and came to Chang'an to pay homage, he did not enter the Qinxin Palace.
The emperor had very few concubines, and she rarely interacted with other concubines in the harem. The Qinxin Palace was deserted on weekdays, and she didn't like having these maids by her side. She was alone most of the time, or followed by him.
"Why do I rarely hear you talk about your family?" Li Qinxi said while walking slowly in the courtyard.
Zhang Wenling was stunned for a moment and said, "I was picked up by the master, but later I made a mistake and was kicked out by the master, and then I entered the palace."
Li Qinxi glanced at him thoughtfully, while Zhang Wenling lowered his head, unable to see his expression.
"You look very much like a person." Li Qinxi said slowly.
"I wonder who the empress is talking about."
Li Qinxi looked up at the faintly exposed waning moon and said, "I actually don't like the moon at this time. Either I can walk out openly, even though it's not the right time. Or I can't reveal it at all and wait until night." Come out again."
At this moment, Li Qinxi was dressed in a palace dress, as gorgeous as a god, and behind her, Zhang Wenling, dressed in darkness and bowing her head, was so inconspicuous.
"Perhaps it has been hidden for too long, so it comes out at this time." Zhang Wenling said in a low voice.
Li Qinxi was silent for a long time and said, "It has been hidden for so long, what is it for?"
Zhang Wenling sighed, turned around and left silently.
"I remember you, it was..." Li Qinxi said.
"When it climbs up into the sky through the light of the sun, it has lost the qualification to be side by side with the sun."
Darkness fell, hiding all the light of the sun. The moon casts a silvery glow, and Li Qinxi is still bright and beautiful, but she is just a person now.
The Third Princess's Mansion.
Jiang Xianfeng was watching Jiang Zhiyuan tinkering with needlework under the oil lamp with boredom.
"Sister, how long are you going to do this? You promised to take me out to play tonight!" Jiang Xianfeng complained.
"Don't worry, don't worry. Once I finish embroidering this circle, I will take you out to play." Jiang Zhiyuan said without raising his head.
Seeing his sister still immersed in tinkering with the half-embroidered sachet in her hands, Jiang Xianfeng frowned, with helplessness written all over his face.
"You've said this three times..." Jiang Xianfeng muttered.
"Every day, I just go out to play and have fun instead of doing my job." Jiang Zhiyuan rolled her eyes at him and said, "What did you learn in school today?"
"I just taught you a poem." Jiang Xianfeng thought for a while and said, "It seems to be called Chunwang."
"Recite it to me."
"The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of greenery in spring. The flowers splash with tears when I feel the time, and the birds are frightened by the hatred of others. The war continues for five months..."
"It's the March of Beacon Fire!" Jiang Zhiyuan glanced at him dissatisfied and said.
"Oh, yes, yes." Jiang Xianfeng scratched the back of his head and said with a smile, "The war has lasted for three months, and letters from home are worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming..."
"How did you learn this poem?" Jiang Zhiyuan glared at him and said, "Don't go out to play tonight. When will you finish memorizing this poem before going to bed!"
"ah?"
"Don't say any more, it's settled. Who told you not to study hard?"
