One hour at a time.
Zhengdefang, Zaishi Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic.
Boom, boom, boom!
"It's coming, it's coming, don't be anxious, the disease will definitely be cured."
Slightly dissatisfied, but the doctor's kind words came from Mr. Zai's mouth.
The old Chinese doctor, who was wearing a cotton coat and holding a lantern, yawned and quickly opened a door panel.
The lantern poked out and saw the bloodless Ye Qing.
Mr. Zai was completely sleepless and immediately turned aside to let Ye Qing in.
He looked at Ye Qing, who was dressed in navy blue clothes, with a strip of cloth tied on his left arm, and said anxiously:
"Why are you injured? What injury?"
"It was injured by an arrow. The wound was pinched by someone. There should be no broken bones."
Ye Qing replied calmly.
Mr. Zai had a sullen face and was busy with his work.
Cook dispensary.
When the stove is lit, the medicine jar stuffed with herbs and water begins to heat up.
Mr. Zai let out a long sigh. He gently waved the cattail leaf fan to control the fire and said: "Hey, why are you always injured in this period? Not only did you get beaten on the butt, but now you are injured by an arrow. You have become a subordinate in this execution room." , I really don’t know whether it’s good or bad.”
Ye Qing, who was chewing the pancake in his mouth, said calmly:
"Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. It's a blessing and not a curse. We can't avoid the disaster. Mr. Zai, be calm!"
Mr. Zai rolled his eyes and said angrily:
"I've eaten more salt than you've ever eaten rice, and you taught me a lesson."
"Look at how badly you are injured. That is to say, we often give you tonics and you exercise regularly. Your bones are strong. Otherwise, you would have died of excessive blood loss."
"You're such a worry-free person. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't be your eldest brother. It would be worry-free if I just accept Qian'er as my sister."
The night wind blew.
Tongues of flame flew out of the stove, illuminating the dim cooking room a little.
Ye Qing was shirtless, and his scars were exposed in Zai Zong's eyes, making him full of worry and sighs.
Ye Qing, who didn't care, said: "People, you have to give it a try, otherwise, you will be just like a salted fish, which is meaningless."
Don't wait for Mr. Zai to speak.
Ye Qing stood up, walked to the counter in the main hall, dipped his pen in ink, covered the paper with his hand, wrote a line of small words, brought it to the Prime Minister, and whispered:
"Don't read it out loud, just write it down."
Looking at the small characters on the paper, Mr. Zai squinted his eyes and quickly wrote down and nodded.
Ye Qing threw the paper into the stove and watched the ashes fly out with tongues of flames, a relaxed smile on his face.
Mr. Zai frowned, his eyes filled with worry.
"What the hell are you doing?"
With a gentle smile, Ye Qing took off the cotton coat from Mr. Zai's body, put it on himself, and walked towards the private room in the backyard.
"Fight the sky with your life."
Mr. Zai's expression suddenly froze, and his eyes gradually became complicated.
After Ye Qing leaves.
The worry on Mr. Zai's face dissipated instantly. He looked at the swaying flames in the stove, smiled slightly, and murmured with relief:
"Young man, I finally figured it out."
An elegant room with no candles lit.
Ye Qing said:
"Sir, it's safe here."
A thin figure opened the window and flashed in.
He gently closed the window, and with the dim moonlight pouring through the window, his eyes looked at the many scars on the chest and abdomen of the handsome man in front of him with interest.
Ye Qing raised his hands and asked, "The magistrate already knows about my murder. Because I am outstanding in poetry, I spared my life. I wonder what you want me to do again?"
The man in black said: "Prefect Chen summoned you and your colleagues to write a congratulatory message and enter the mansion for three days, but are you checking the files on the Chaotian Palace Purple Cauldron case?"
Ye Qing, who was shocked, answered the other party with silence.
The man in black sat on the chair, opened his arms, and looked like he was stretching his muscles, and said calmly:
"Tell me the autopsy statement about Ziyuan Zhenren in the file."
Hearing this, Ye Qing sat on the bed, looked at the other party calmly and said:
"I want to know Shan Dan's handle and who you are!"
Killing intent was projected onto Ye Qing from his cold eyes.
After a few breaths.
The man in black said: "You bargain with me?!"
"Business means coming and going. I tell you what you want, and you tell me what you want. We help each other."
Ye Qing, who showed no signs of timidity, spoke slowly.
call!
Unable to see clearly what the man in black was doing, his ruthless iron hand grabbed Ye Qing's neck.
At this time, the wind blew Ye Qing's hair.
There was fear in his eyes, and his face was full of astonishment.
This kind of skill was the only one he had ever seen in his life.
He had seen too many masters tonight, but in front of this man in black, he was like a child dancing with a sword.
How could he not panic and turn pale?
The man in black was very satisfied with Ye Qing's reaction and said solemnly:
"Tell me, Master Ziyuan's test will help you survive."
Feeling the heavier and heavier force on his neck, Ye Qing's breathing became more and more difficult. His originally pale face turned purple, and his head became dizzy due to lack of oxygen.
He spoke with difficulty:
"Tell me Shan Dan's background and your origins!"
Crunch!
The neck bones could not withstand the strong force and made a slight brittle sound.
Just when Ye Qing's eyes turned white, his head went blank, and the shadow of death loomed over him.
The man in black let go of his hand.
Whoop whoosh!
Rapid breathing sounded in the room.
After winning the bet with his life, Ye Qing's expression quickly returned to normal. He was not complacent. He still looked at the man in black calmly and said:
"The Huaiyang government office has been purged again by Magistrate Chen. I can catch the eye of the magistrate and am willing to trade with you. This is your only choice now."
"I'll be of great use to you if I go up to the government office."
The man in black looked at Ye Qing and said again:
"You are really smart, but I don't trust anyone who is too smart."
Ye Qing smiled calmly, stretched out his hand to rub his neck and said:
"A smart person will not willingly be someone else's puppet."
"So, it's a fair deal. In this way, you can rest assured and I can rest assured too!"
After a few breaths of silence.
The man in black looked at Ye Qing with flashing eyes and said:
"I'm the Shadow Guard."
Shadow Guard?
Ye Qing, who was a pariah in the city, didn't know much about government offices, let alone those royal family members and nobles.
Not to mention that this sounds like the Shadow Guard of an intelligence organization or something.
Ye Qing shook his head and said frankly:
"never heard of that."
The man in black said arrogantly: "You just need to bury these two words deeply in your heart."
The next moment, the man in black looked deeply into Ye Qing's starry eyes and said:
"If one day you can take charge of a side, you will know what a Shadow Guard is."
Bang bang!
Ye Qing's heart was beating wildly, and an incredible thought came to his mind.
The man in black didn't talk nonsense and said:
"You will see Shan Dan's handle when you wake up tomorrow."
"What I want, tell me now!"
Ye Qing spread his hands and said frankly:
"I haven't seen Master Ziyuan's autopsy testimonial yet. I will tell you when I see it."
The man in black drew his sword without making any sound, and in an instant, a sword that disappeared into the darkness landed on Ye Qing's neck.
The cold blade and sharp edge made Ye Qing's hair stand on end.
He looked into the cold eyes of the man in black and said calmly:
"Since you know that the files on the Chaotian Palace Purple Cauldron case are in Magistrate Chen's house, you must also know how many files there are."
"I only watched it for two and a half days, and I haven't even finished reading the confessions of the people involved in the case."
Clang!
The dark sword was put into its scabbard.
The man in black said a little irritably:
"You kid, why do you have so many things going on every day?"
"Why are you running around? It would be great to read the files carefully!"
Seeing the man in black losing his composure for the first time, Ye Qing couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Just now, when the man in black approached, the smell of water and grass juice was so obvious.
After he entered the city, he went straight to Zai's Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic.
It is impossible for the man in black to predict the future.
Presumably, the man in black must have been following him since he left Chen Yuming's mansion.
After running around all night and having to hide myself, it's no wonder I'm so irritated.
Suddenly, Ye Qing remembered something and asked: "Your Excellency, may I ask who attacked and killed Zhang Xiuran tonight?"
