Jia Huaigang led Fan Dazhi to the backyard. He was still angry and walked quickly with his head down.
Fan Dazhi trotted all the way before barely keeping up with him. Jia Huaigang pushed open a door with a dark face and said, "You want to be detained? You want to accompany your good brother, right? As you wish, go down on your own and we'll be there when you get to the end!" He gave Fan Dazhi a gentle push, closed the door, and turned to leave.
The light in the room was dim. Fan Dazhi looked at the dark steps below and listened to the ticking sound of water droplets falling from the stone wall above the steps. It seemed particularly crisp in this dark and empty room, like a ghost hidden in the darkness knocking to death. clapper.
Fan Dazhi walked down step by step fearfully, his calves trembling involuntarily, and it became darker the further down he went.
He didn't know how many steps he walked. He touched the cold and damp wall and slowly moved down. He couldn't see his fingers around him. He became more and more frightened and couldn't help shouting: "He An, He An..."!
The sound spread far away in the empty passage, but no one responded. Only the horrifying "He An... An... An... An..." echoed, and Fan Dazhi couldn't help but feel horrified.
He An has been sitting on the cold long stone slab for a day, running his skills. When he really couldn't hold on, he didn't dare to rest for too long, because as long as it lasted for more than half an hour, his whole body would be cold.
The kind of cold is simply indescribable. It's bone-chilling and can even attack the internal organs. The cold air inhaled through the nose makes the stomach hurt. The air exhaled from the mouth is also cold. The blood in the whole body seems to be frozen, and the breathing becomes cold. Difficulty, only by constantly running the mind until the body is slightly warm can one barely resist the cold.
During this day, he had practiced the mental techniques taught by his uncle countless times. At first, he could only persist for half an hour, but the bone-chilling cold forced him not to relax. As time went by, He An kept refreshing the upper limit of the time he could use to keep out the cold, from half an hour to an hour, then to an hour and a half, and now he could barely hold on for nearly two hours.
Vaguely, He An seemed to hear someone calling him. He listened carefully, and it sounded like Fan Dazhi's voice. He stood up, and Fan Dazhi's trembling voice came from afar again.
Fan Dazhi shouted as he walked. He was timid to begin with. He groped for a long time in the sometimes empty and sometimes narrow darkness. He felt eerie, frightened, and lonely. He was crying as he shouted, and he felt that the road under his feet was too heavy. After a long time, it seemed to lead to an endless dark abyss.
A dim yellow light suddenly lit up in front of him, moving towards him like a bunch of jumping will-o'-the-wisps. Fan Dazhi was so startled that his heart seemed to jump out of his chest, and He An's voice sounded in time.
"Dazhi! Why are you here too?"
"I'll come down to accompany you... bah bah... It sounds like going to hell, but it really is like hell here."
He An carried the wind lantern and brought Fan Dazhi to the stone house. Fan Dazhi saw that the tips of He An's hair and eyebrows were covered with a layer of white frost. He thought that if He An had a beard, he would now have white eyebrows and a white beard. The old grandfather couldn't help but laugh: "We brothers have always shared joys and sorrows, so I naturally want to accompany you. You have been hungry for a day without eating, right?" After saying that, he took out a sauced meat bun from his arms and handed it to He An.
He An felt warm and took the bun. Fan Dazhi proudly talked about how he got in. He couldn't help but shudder before he finished speaking.
He An hurriedly stuffed the last bite of the bun into his mouth and said: "Hurry up and exercise your skills. This ghost place is very abnormal. If you don't exercise your skills to resist the cold, you can freeze to death. But even if you use your mental skills, it will be very slow and stagnant. It’s much more difficult outside. It took me a day here to get a handle on it.”
Fan Dazhi followed the instructions and started to use his mental methods. As expected, just as He An said, the true energy circulated extremely slowly in the body.
He closed his eyes and felt carefully and recalled: "This place is really evil. I visited almost all of Zhixingyuan last night. According to the layout of the Punishment Hall, we have been walking for so long. Our current location...should be in the National Preceptor." Below the Zhixing Pavilion where the dean lives... oh... it's so cold!"
"Where we are now... doesn't matter anymore. What matters is... if you don't use your skills, you can really freeze to death!"
"Xiao An, we will stay here forever. Do you think...when we are released in a few days...will we turn into ice sculptures?"
"Stop talking...concentrate on your exercises..."
"No... I have to say, you remember... before I freeze to death... and turn into an ice sculpture, you... help... make my... posture look more handsome..."
Ding Wenruo finished his first day of classes, walked out of the gate of Zhixingyuan under the afterglow of the setting sun, and got into the black carriage that was in charge of transportation at home.
Horse hooves ticking, accompanied by the creak of the carriage, passed through several streets. Ding Wenruo sat in the carriage with his knees bent, holding his chin in one hand, long eyelashes fluttering, looking at the bustling streets through the carved and hollow windows. The people coming and going, not knowing what they were thinking of, let out a long sigh.
"Grandpa has been ill for a long time, and his condition has been good and bad. Dad has been busy lately, and sometimes I can't see him all day long. I heard that Senior Brother Fang went to Lanzhou Camp. He looks modest and quiet. What can I do if I run to the barracks? It is said that a man has his ambitions in all directions, but who cares about the feelings of his daughter's family? That guy is always chasing me. Although he has a noble status and good looks, he looks at me He really can't feel any joy, and even... he's a little bit disgusted... Grandpa loves him the most, but his old man is in poor health now, and telling him some things will only increase his troubles. He will also be kind. Make fun of yourself, and then caress the long hair on your forehead lovingly, just like you did when you were a child..." Ding Wenruo was thinking wildly when the carriage turned into Dingding Street. In the deep alley, several clumps of Xiangfei bamboo leaves were withered and yellow. A branch of a loquat tree stretched out from the wall, and its withered yellow leaves rustled down in the autumn wind.
Ding Wenruo pushed open the car window, poked his head out slightly, and saw two large stone lions at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Returning to the Prime Minister's Mansion, she first changed her clothes, left the boudoir, and came to the courtyard where her grandfather lived. Pass through the back hall and walk to the middle of the front hall. Several tall corner screens divide the place. In front of it is grandpa's bedroom.
Ding Wenruo smelled a faint scent of sandalwood at the end of his nose. He slowed down and looked inside through the gauze of the screen.
Cheng Ziya, the head of Zhixingyuan, was treating his grandfather. Grandpa took off his shirt and sat on the couch, while Cheng Ziya sat on a futon on the ground about ten feet away.
A few sticks of sandalwood were burning in the incense burner in the corner. The imperial doctor named Hua Zhong was sitting not far away, tugging at his beard in silence. His eyes wandered over Grandpa from time to time. Occasionally he looked at Cheng Ziya, his eyes flickering, not knowing where he was. Think about something.
A long inhaling sound suddenly sounded in the quiet room, the curtains beside the ancient bookshelf fluttered, a few sticks of sandalwood in the corner trembled slightly, the red incense head became particularly bright, and ignited downwards at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a moment, Over time, the few sticks of sandalwood have mostly turned into white curved incense sticks, falling silently into the incense burner and turning into ashes.
Sandalwood swirled and rose. Cheng Ziya, who was sitting on the futon, waved his hand, and eight silver needles flew out in the air. The silver-colored thin needles accurately penetrated into Ding Fengyuan's Liangqiu, Sanli, Quchi, Lieque, Guanyuan, Qugu, and Lung. Yu Tiantu's acupuncture points, his eyes gleamed with light, he waved his hands lightly, and eight rays of lavender energy entered Ding Fengyuan's body along the silver needle.
After about a stick of incense, Cheng Ziya opened his right hand, and eight silver needles flew back to his hand.
Ding Fengyuan's face slowly turned from pale to rosy. Ding Wenruo saw this scene from behind the screen, raised his beautiful eyebrows, opened his almond-shaped eyes and covered his small mouth. After a moment, he tiptoed away again.
Ding Fengyuan put on his shirt and said with a smile on his lips: "I have to go to Ziya once a month to treat a bad old man like me. In fact, I also know that my disabled body is close to oil. Even if the lamp dies, even if you let go and go west, it will be your destiny, and Ziya... is really not worth it."
Cheng Ziya stood up and cupped his hands and said: "Xiang Ding devoted his whole life to serving the country and became ill. The world respects him. Ziya should be like this! There is no need to worry about Xiang Ding. As long as he takes care of himself, he will be as healthy as ever in the future!"
Cheng Ziya is tall and tall, with long black hair tied back by a copper band. He has a broad forehead, flat eyebrows and heavy pupils, a swallow-like jaw and a tiger beard. He is wearing a black Lan shirt and looks majestic.
Cheng Ziya turned to the imperial doctor Hua Zhong and said: "This time I will use the innate crape myrtle energy to regulate Ding Xiang's qi and blood. I also asked the imperial doctor Hua to prepare the medicine according to the prescription we prepared in advance. After Ding Xiang has taken three doses, Then make corresponding adjustments.”
Hua Zhong looked solemn and cupped his hands and said: "With the help of Prime Minister Cheng Yuan, the medicine can be more powerful. Although Ding Xiang's condition has not improved, it has not worsened. If not, if your Majesty is convicted, Hua will have a certain condition." I’m afraid I can’t even bear ten heads!”
His eyes flickered for a moment and then he said: "One of the prepared prescriptions is Purple Sea Panche. Although this medicine can relieve tuberculosis and blood congestion accumulated in the organs, it is a product of great cold after all. Should we add Aconite to target Ding Xiang?" Cold limbs and stagnant Qi...the two are in harmony..."
"Yi Hua is worried too much. Although Zihai Panche is suffering from severe cold, it only costs half a penny to be used as medicine. Decoction it with strong fire, then change to slow fire and simmer it slowly. This will ensure that there is no danger." Cheng Ziya interrupted him.
"Well... what Mr. Cheng said is very true. I never thought that the chief of the hospital is not only superb in martial arts, but also in medicine and pharmacology. ... Mr. Cheng's rejuvenating skills are even more impressive than those of the two current Xinglin national players... Zihai Panchai Although it is rare, Hua remembers that there are still some left in the palace's medicine storehouse... I will go to the palace to get it immediately... The silver needle that Chief Cheng used just now... was taught by the Imperial Master himself? ?”
Cheng Ziya frowned, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his heart. The imperial doctor Hua Zhong's medical skills were acceptable, but he sometimes liked to inquire about things that had nothing to do with medical treatment, and was very interested in some rumors. He even sometimes talked to the servants in the prime minister's house. Even the old lady could talk to him for a long time. Hua Zhong's personality and his lack of knowledge about advancement and retreat made Cheng Ziya, who often came to the Prime Minister's Mansion, dislike him very much.
At this moment, Ding Feiyong strode in from the outside. As soon as he saw Cheng Ziya, he warmly cupped his hands and thanked him. Ding Wenruo took a cup of tea, walked out of the back hall, and bowed respectfully to Cheng Ziya.
"Wen Ruo, it's the first day of class today. How do you feel? Can you understand the teachers in the school? If that blind guy dares to bully you in the future, remember to tell me and I will slap him personally!" Cheng Ziya took the tea He looked at Ding Wenruo, took a sip and smiled.
Ding Wenruo smiled slightly and said it was okay. Mr. Xi’s lectures were very good and the classmates were also very friendly. Wenruo was very grateful to the head of the hospital for working tirelessly to treat his grandfather every month.
After Cheng Ziya and Hua Zhong left, Ding Fengyuan gradually felt tired and fell asleep on the couch. Ding Wenruo went to his father's study and told Ding Feiyong about He An and Fan Dazhi in Zhixing Courtyard.
Ding Feiyong frowned upon hearing this, stroking his jet-black beard, shaking his head and saying: "Although your Senior Brother Fang is young, he has always been steady. With his eyes, he should not be mistaken. There may be... something else in between." Please come back and let me see the secret that is known to everyone after they are in confinement!"
