There is a dragon

The Zhaixing Tower was built under the supervision of the former national teacher 20 years ago. It has nine floors and is [-] feet high.Since the ninth floor was built, no one else was allowed to enter, the eighth floor was the alchemy room, the seventh floor was where Ling lived, the sixth floor was the storage room, and the remaining five and four floors were originally inhabited.After the old master passed away, Ling took over, and the gentry sent many children to help him. Because the Moon Flower was lost again and again, he left only Nandou.

The fifth floor is empty.

The continuous autumn rain made some herbs on the sixth floor damp, and the rain finally stopped, and Uncle Qing's health was much better, Ling quickly sent the two of them to take out the things to dry.

There is only one wooden staircase connecting the Zhaixing Building from top to bottom. The staircase is not wide, and there are only two seats.

Ling stood under the stairs and looked up. The stairs spiraled up and extended into endless darkness.

Nan Dou and Uncle Qing ran up and down, and finally took all the herbs to the open place by Lanyue Lake to dry.Seeing their sweating profusely, Ling beckoned them to sit down and rest.

"I plan to move to the fifth floor."

"Huh?" Nan Dou was startled, "Isn't that going to move again?"

After finishing speaking, realizing his slip of the tongue, he stuck out his tongue, and looked at Ling Ze pitifully: "My lord..." He was almost exhausted and paralyzed. If the master of the state teacher moved things again, his bones would definitely fall apart. It's open.

"Don't bother." Ling reassured him, "There are beds on the fifth floor, and I can just come down. I lived above the storage room before, and I didn't know what was going on below. This time I move down, I probably won't be there again." Stolen."

Nam Dou let out a long breath of relief.

Ling Ze: "In this way, the seventh floor can also be used for storage. The bottom of the alchemy furnace is the driest. After drying in a while, you can go to another floor and put all the herbs on the seventh floor."

Uncle Qing nodded silently, Nan Dou looked at him, then at Ling Ze, and replied feebly.

Seeing that he was not in high spirits, Ling Ze said: "Even if it is rainy and humid in the future, you don't have to be too busy. Now you can run more on this floor, and you can save a lot of trips in the future."

Nan Dou also understood this truth, but felt that it was too tiring to finish all the work at once.

The clanging sound of iron armor rubbing against each other spread into the Star Picking Building from far and near.

Nan Dou couldn't sit still the most, so he quickly got up and looked out. A group of black armored soldiers were walking in order, carrying black boxes in their hands, walking towards this side.

"My lord! The black armored soldiers are here!"

When Ye Jingshu's black armored soldiers appeared, usually nothing good happened.It has been less than a year since Ye Jingshu ascended the throne, and any black-armored soldiers would have to see blood before they would give up.In the past, these black armored soldiers just stood guard and made the hair stand on end on the people who passed by them.

Nan Dou swallowed a mouthful of saliva, with panic in his eyes: "My lord...he...what are they doing here?"

Ling stood up and straightened his robe: "Go and have a look."

Ye Jingshu couldn't bear it so soon, did he want to let him die?

Ling tried his best to calm down, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, and saw Wang He walking in the front, and suddenly paused.The eunuch Wang He is not very bold, and Ye Jingshu probably wouldn't let him make a murder knife. As for the black box at the back...

Thinking that there is still a lot of gold in his warehouse, and then estimating the weight of the black box, Ling felt that his life money should be enough.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Get out of the way and let them in."

Nan Dou retreated tremblingly, hiding behind Uncle Qing.Uncle Qing lowered his head and remained silent.

When Wang He saw Ling Ze, he smiled like a chrysanthemum: "Master Guoshi!"

"Eunuch." Ling Ze looked at the black armored soldier behind him, "Is this the ice soul that His Majesty gave me?"

"Exactly." The Master of the State Teacher was really amazing, Wang He commanded the black armored soldiers to carry the black boxes to the star building one by one, and said to Ling, "These are all given to the State Teacher by His Majesty."

Seeing that the portion is not small, it is really not cheap to buy a life.

Ling nodded: "Please wait a moment, father-in-law, and send a few people to get the money with me."

"No, no, no." Wang He quickly waved his hand, "The national teacher does not need to give money. Your Majesty said, this is 'for' you."

"Give it?" Ling Ze couldn't react for a moment.

Isn't Ye Jingshu a picky ghost?He was not willing to pay the consultation fee before, but now he is rushing to send Bing Po.

Wang He smiled and said: "These are all given to the National Teacher by Your Majesty. Last time, Your Majesty was injured at the National Teacher's place. Thanks to the National Teacher's medicine and the National Teacher's careful bandaging, Your Majesty is now healed."

A bottle of golden sore medicine is exchanged for so many ice souls, but he is afraid that he will lose his life.

Ling Ze opened his mouth, and just about to say some refusals, he heard Wang He say: "Your Majesty has worked so hard for the national teacher!"

"..." Intuition told him not to ask any more questions.

Over there, Wang He continued: "Your Majesty has always respected the National Teacher, but occasionally he was a little impatient, and it was not his intention to offend the National Teacher. These ice souls, His Majesty went to the Ministry of Industry to order Lou Shangshu The selected ones are all resistant to fire and good in color, just to make the national teacher happy to use..."

Ling Ze: "..."

He nodded blankly, and sent Wang He and the Heijia soldiers away.

Looking at the heavy black boxes, he was silent for a while, but still ordered Uncle Qing and Nan Dou to take out the glazed lamps that had been used up for the Ice Pore, and as for the remaining Ice Pore, they could be used for a long time.

Nan Dou made a false alarm, and regained his vitality after the black armored soldiers left. As soon as Ling Ze said, he quickly brought a bunch of glazed lamps.

"My lord, these lamps are out of order. Look, they are out of light."

The ice soul inside was used up, so naturally it couldn't light up.

"It's been burning for 20 years, and it's about the same." Ling Ze was still in a daze, Ye Jingshu's actions were really unusual, and Wang He seemed to be hinting at something.

Thinking of the rumors in the palace, Ling suddenly shuddered.Could it be that he has misunderstood Ye Jingshu all along?

Nan Dou agreed, and Wang Ling took apart the glazed lamps one by one and filled them with ice poultry. Even though he came from a good background and had no worries about food and clothing, he couldn't help but click his tongue at this money-burning method.

"My lord, how many ice souls do you need for these lamps?"

Ice Soul is not cheap, how much gold will be burned.

"Not many, these ice souls are good." Ling Ze said, "With so many ice souls, besides lamps, there is also a pill furnace to use. There are moon-covering flowers, and the Empress Dowager Qianqiu is coming soon, and Zhuyan Dan should also be smelted made."

"That's right, there is still a pill furnace to fire." Nan Dou remembered the lost moon flower, "So, in the end, King Chu asked the He family to give you the moon flower?"

"Or else?" Ling Ze lowered his eyes and looked intently at the icicles circulating in the lamp, "It's already hard to find moonflowers in the capital now."

Nan Dou sighed again and again: "The king of Chu is so kind to your lord! If it weren't for His Majesty... hey..."

If Ye Jingshu hadn't suddenly entered the capital, Ye Xizhou would be sitting on the dragon chair now.With the relationship between Lingze and Ye Xizhou, life will definitely be better than now.

Just like the ice cap that has been burned and disappeared, the passing time will never go backwards, and what has been done will not change, and it is useless to regret and sigh.

Ling Ze has never done this kind of useless work. If you do it, you have done it. Instead of regretting and lamenting, it is better to find a way to make up for it.

——Even if he helped Ye Jingshu worship the sky before, it doesn't mean that he is partial to Ye Jingshu.

What he has to do, Ye Jingshu can't help him, and, maybe, they will face each other with swords in the future...

Gently shaking the glazed lamp in his hand, Ling Ze calmed down, glanced at Nan Dou, and said coldly: "Speak up. You can talk about these things!"

"My lord..." Nan Dou shrank his neck, "I know I was wrong, please don't punish me."

"It's a beautiful idea." Ling Ze tapped his head, "I'm done with my work here, so hurry up and do today's homework. If you can't do it well...you know."

"Ah!" Nan Dou wailed, "I'm so busy today, I still have to do my homework?! My lord, can you..."

"No." Ling didn't want to listen to his nonsense, "Hurry up, I'll watch you, if you don't work anymore, don't blame me for being rude."

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A full moon hangs high outside the window, the sky is full of stars, the evening breeze blows slowly, everything is quiet, and the hourglass next to the window silently leaks the few remaining white sands.

Another black shadow suddenly appeared under the lamp.

Putting down the lamp in his hand, Ling turned his head slightly: "Uncle Qing."

The hale and clear old man holding a glazed lamp nodded and pointed to the window.

"So it's already so late?" Ling Ze walked to the window and turned the hourglass upside down, "It looks like it's a new beginning, Uncle Qing."

After finishing all this, Ling looked around: "Where's Nandou? Are you asleep?"

"Uncle Qing, you are really... I am so old, and you are still urging me to sleep." Ling laughed, "I was going to see Nandou, it's cold at night, don't let him step on the quilt to catch cold."

Uncle Qing made a gesture, pointing to Lingze's bed.

"I'm going to sleep? You go to see?"

Uncle Qing nodded.

Glancing at Uncle Qing's stooped back, Ling grabbed the glazed lamp on the table: "Let me go, that child is not honest at night, if he kicks you and no one finds out, what should I do?"

Uncle Qing was very stubborn and stopped Ling Ze.

As the old man walked away slowly, the lights on the Zhaxing Building also slowly extinguished from high to low.

"Kudden-Kudden--" There was a crisp sound when the feet stepped on the wooden stairs.

The old man with the lamp walked forward slowly, silently.

In the dark building of Zhaixing, the lights illuminate the pale face of the child.

"It's...it's Uncle Qing." Nan Dou was wearing a thin white underwear, with wooden stairs extending and spiraling up behind him.

"Uncle Qing, you really scared me to death." Nan Dou patted his chest, feeling lingering fear, he wept, "Can you consider making a little noise when walking, if this continues, I will really be scared to death by you one day."

The old man stood silently, his eyes lowered, looking at the two figures on the ground.

"Forget it." Nan Dou straightened his clothes, the night became colder and colder, and his back was covered with cold sweat from fright, and now the wind would blow, making it even colder.

Shaking his arms shyly, Nan Dou grabbed Uncle Qing: "Don't tell your lord that I've been here secretly. If you let him know that I left my things here, you'll have to scold me again."

An old and thin head was reflected in the boy's wide eyes.

Seeing that Uncle Qing didn't nod his head for a long time, Nan Dou's eyes widened, the corners of his eyes were red, and tears were about to fall from his sockets.

"Uncle Qing..."

The old man finally nodded.

"That's great, Uncle Qing, you're so kind!" Nan Dou hugged Uncle Qing and shouted loudly.

With dark yellow wrinkled fingers pressed to his lips, Uncle Qing gave Nan Dou a hard look.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Nan Dou hurriedly got off Uncle Qing, sticking out his tongue, "I forgot that your lord is already asleep."

Uncle Qing shook off Nandou on his back silently, and walked out of the seventh floor first. With the lights and figures gone, the seventh floor was once again in darkness.