Aggrieved Fish Sprite

The trees in the sky are like shepherds, and the riverside islands are like the moon.

Looking from the tower, Lu Min can have a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery of Qingjiang.

The River Tower is located on a relatively high hill, five miles ahead is the surging river, and you can see the majestic and huge capital city seven miles away. The four seasons of the year, rain, snow and fog, can be described as scenic spots, only in this place At a glance, you can see thousands of weather, countless dynasties, and many talents handed down under this book.

But not everyone likes to be arty, and Lu Min is the most among them. As the second prince of the Qi Dynasty, it is rumored inside and outside the court that he is a reckless man who doesn't like reading, and is as vulgar as a street person.

Rumors are rumors after all. Although Qi Emperor Lu Zhang didn't treat his son very well, he still did it on the surface.

He has been taught by a group of Hanlin scholars for more than ten years. As long as he is not a natural idiot, he can pass the imperial examination no matter what.

Lu Min really didn't like the sage's admonitions in the books, and wished he could forget them early, and he did, but some things still popped up in his mind inadvertently.

For example, some poems that touch the scene and feel sad.

The tip of the nose seems to be able to smell the scent of chrysanthemum wine. The Double Ninth Festival has passed, but the trend of climbing the heights continues.

Even at the end of September, when the autumn wind is getting cooler day by day, the Manjiang Tower is still full of people, and you can see literati pushing cups and changing cups and singing long songs everywhere.

Some are the reunion of relatives, and some are parting of old friends.

In Taijing, a huge city, many things happen every day, sending away countless people's sorrows and joys.

"Commander, that one has arrived, and he just got off the boat."

A man dressed as a domestic servant walked up to Lu Min and whispered.

Lu Min has a special status. Even if he chooses to hide in the dark, Jin Yiwei is still not sure what to call him.

After all, the second prince is still conspiring to escape on the surface, and both inside and outside the government and the public regard the second prince as a dead person, and it is impossible and will not become the heir to the throne.Behind the scenes, isn't the second prince the "one" that Jin Yiwei was talking about?

It's just that compared with the people who arrived in Taijing today, the second prince's "legendary" is obviously not enough, so that the reference to "that one" has changed.

In fact, these Jin Yiwei who belonged to the dark guards are also puzzled. In other dynasties, even princesses living among the people are rare. Most of them involve the destruction of the country and the change of dynasty. The princes were "lost" among the people, and one of them was actually the direct prince, the same mother and brother as Emperor Yongchen.

What makes it even more difficult for them is the current relationship of the royal family: the rebellious prince hides his name as the commander of the secret guard, the prince who has been left behind by the people has no clear intention to return to Beijing, and the third prince and the sixth prince who seem to be fighting for the succession of the emperor's younger brother , It's just a pot of porridge!

Even Emperor Yongchen, who is sitting on the throne of Kowloon now, is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He made no secret of the murder of his father. The cabinet and courtiers kept their secrets secret, and the rest of the civil and military officials were shocked.

An emperor is not afraid of the words of later generations, and doesn't care about the writing of literati, so is there anyone who dares to "struggle for fame"?

Maybe other dynasties can have it, but after the Qi Dynasty and Chu Li, there is absolutely no such dynasty that was completely killed by Lu Zhang.

"Commander..."

The dark guard called out in a low voice, feeling extremely uneasy in his heart.

He is just a lowly official, and he just wants to get out of this mess as soon as possible.

Seeing him like this, Lu Min almost laughed, as if the whole world thought that these princes were going to fight each other.

But—the brother who was living outside, after all, he had never met face to face, so it was a bit hard to say.

Lu Min's expression turned serious. If the other party came with bad intentions, he would try his best not to let the other party enter the palace.

***

Yan Cen stepped on the sampan, his body swayed for some reason.

Fortunately, Qinggong Gao stabilized in time and did not fall into the water.

"Master Yan?"

"nothing."

Xiao Baihu hesitated to speak, Yan Cen was like a stone sculpture on the way, huddled in a corner, motionless.

Martial arts masters shouldn't have blood stagnation due to sitting for a long time, so there is only one explanation left, Yan Cen's complex mood can't be restrained, and his whole body is in a trance.

Xiao Baihu felt a little sympathetic, but the mess of the Royal Lu family was too outrageous, adhering to the principle of saying less and making less mistakes, and not dying if you are good, Xiao Baihu decided to ignore it, anyway, the person who really made up his mind on this boat was not he.

"The letter from Commander Gong arrived in Taijing one day earlier than us, and arrangements should be made here."

With a smile on his face, Xiao Baihu greeted those who walked out of the cabin behind, "Master Meng, Doctor Mo, this way please

Meng Qi put his hands behind his back, and said slowly: "When we arrive in Taijing, I should just call it this way, otherwise people will think that I am a liar who was invited by Lu Gui from somewhere deep in the mountains and old forests."

Xiao Baihu choked.

In the past, he had to slander, but this trip to the south of the Yangtze River allowed him to see Meng Qi's methods, and it was time to be convinced.

Seeing Xiao Baihu's awe and prudence, Meng Qi rolled his eyes and sighed deliberately: "There are not as many younger generations as there are in my generation, and they are tied up for trivial matters. This is just seeing me, and there is no chance for the title of Marquis and Prime Minister." If I were to stand in front of Marquis Jingyuan, tsk, the famous general who commanded hundreds of thousands of troops to sweep across the world, wipe out the seas and invade the Xiding Grassland in the east, would be so powerful... If I glanced at you, you would faint!"

Xiao Baihu lowered his head even lower, leading the way almost humbly, like a shop assistant.

Mo Li looked at Meng Qi speechlessly, who raised his eyebrows slightly with an innocent face.

——Stop pretending, Xue Lingjun told him, you were the one who frightened the little official into fainting at a glance back then!To push it to Jing Yuanhou, is this how my friend is taking the blame?Jing Yuanhou would sneeze even in the coffin!

Meng Qi blinked and bragged for his friend, what's the problem?

Ink Carp: "..."

Xiao Baihu sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and turned around suspiciously.

Meng Qi was looking at the river view, while Mo Li stepped onto the sampan with the medicine bag on his back.

Strange, always feel that something happened.

Yan Cen was really confused, but it was not because of his identity, but because of something he knew by accident.

"Brother Ling is terminally ill, and time is running out. You can exchange for a chance of life for Brother Ling."

Yan Cen thought of that day when Meng Qi found him on purpose and solemnly said what he said.

"Gong Jun didn't know about this at all, which means Brother Ling never disclosed it." Meng Qi looked at Yan Cen and said in a deep voice, "If there is no accident, I might as well keep silent about this matter, because Brother Ling is seriously ill. Effective, the only risky method is to reinfuse the internal energy with spiritual energy to renew the blood, and it may prolong life for three to five years. Doctor Mo said that this method can only be used by blood relatives within three generations. The closer the blood is, the more effective it is, but it consumes a lot. If it weren't for the extreme internal strength, it wouldn't be able to support it, and it would just be a life for a life."

Yan Cen was speechless at that time, and instinctively thought of himself, feeling hopeless.

It's like a clumsy child with sand in his palm, he dare not let go, and he can't use force, only foreseeing that he will lose everything in the end.

"But this internal force... I didn't develop it..."

The internal force given by Master Yuan Zhi before his death was deep and gentle, and the Buddhist patriarchal method was also peaceful and upright, but Yan Cen himself fell into the abyss of hatred and lost control several times. Meng Qi and Gong Jun looked after her all the time, probably going crazy.

"You came out of the same monastery as Master Yuan Zhi, and your skills are interlinked. As long as you retreat and concentrate, you will be able to use this internal energy for your own use within thirty days." Meng Qi paused, and said with emphasis, "I know You don't want to do this because you don't want to admit the fact that Master Yuan Zhi passed away, but you don't have time."

Although it is cruel, what should be said must be said.

Meng Qi decided to be the villain himself, and kept Mo Li from speaking.

——Anyway, he was the one who brought him back, and Mo Li was still in Hua County at that time!

"You want to avenge the soldiers of Xuanchuanguan, you want to avenge the monks of the Ning family and Baoxiang Temple, and the king of heaven and the leader of Shengliantan Luo are in Jingzhou. You are following me with an internal force that has not been fully refined. Go find the culprit, or save Brother Ling, and save yourself at the same time?"

Yan Cen trembled all over, he thought of Master Yuan Zhi's eyes when he passed away.

All kalpas are turbid, and the source of the world keeps the heart.

Master Yuan Zhi hoped that he would survive.

Hatred is important, even if the enemy is hacked into pieces, it will be difficult to solve the grief and anger, but before that, the living people are more important, and if you miss it, you can never get it back.

Yan Cen burst into tears, and smashed the stone table with his palm, dripping with blood.

So in the end he didn't appear in Nanping County, nor did he participate in the Qi army's rebellion, and Fengxing Pavilion hunted down the remnants of the Holy Lotus Altar.

Thirty days, whether it is long or not, whether it is short or not.

Yan Cen tried his best to forget everything when he was in retreat, and when he stepped out of the room and saw Meng Qi Moli who came back from Jiangxia and was waiting for him, the panic in his heart slowly emerged again.

What if he fails?What if his brother died of illness before he arrived in Taijing?

He buried his head and hurried on his way without saying anything.

The closer he was to Taijing, the deeper the fear in his heart. Yan Cen regretted that he didn't study martial arts harder and didn't stay in Baoxiang Temple. , When feeling that extra deformed arm.

As soon as he was born, he "eat" his brothers and harmed his mother.

Monsters, evildoers, crimes!

Who can such a person save?Who can be saved again?

"Yan Cen."

Wen Wen's peaceful voice brought Yan Cen back to the present world.

Yan Cen's face was pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Mo Li handed over a volume of medical books, the palm of his hand seemed to carry a strange and calming force, and so did his words.

"I heard that Master Yuan Zhi is proficient in herbal medicine, which can cure headaches and brain fever. You should also learn some. When you return to Shimo Village, it will also come in handy."

By the way, Shimo cottage.Yan Cen came back to his senses suddenly, he didn't really have nothing.

Holding the medical book tightly with her fingers, Yan Cen forced out a smile, but it was uglier than crying.

"There are excellent needle-making masters in Taijing. I bought a pair. Acupuncture and moxibustion require extremely high acupoint recognition and strength. It will not be difficult to become a master in three to five years, but those who learn martial arts are born with such advantages. As long as you are willing to learn, Don’t ask for the hanging pot to help the world, but do your best to save the people around you.”

Mo Li patted Yan Cen's hand that was clenched tightly in the medical book, and said softly, "Pick up the weapon in your hand, anyone can kill, but in fact, anyone can save people."

"Thank you... Doctor Mo."

Yan Cen took a deep breath, and before he could calm down, he saw a fast horse galloping towards the pier.

The visitor was so aggressive that he jumped off his horse and strode towards the official boat.

There was an officer on the pier who wanted to stop him, but the man raised his hand casually, as if he had taken out a black gold token, and then everyone from the officer to Jin Yiwei changed their expressions, and hurriedly moved out of the way.

He is tall and tall, with a leather mask on his face, covering half of his face, his eyes are bright, and his cloak flutters with his steps, every step seems to be stepping on the apex of others.

He saw Yan Cen, who was tightly wrapped and faceless at a glance. He looked slightly angry, and his steps were more imposing. After standing still, he raised his chin slightly, as if to say something, and suddenly saw the ink carp beside Yan Cen, and his face. Meng Qi laughed playfully.

"..."

The momentum is so steep that I can't hold it back.

"Meng, Master Meng, Doctor Mo?" Lu Min gave Yan Cen a sharp look, covered his head and face, was he ashamed?

Yan Cen raised his head innocently and suspiciously, among so many people, the one in front of him was wearing a ghost mask, what's the matter?

"This is your brother, you haven't seen him before." Meng Qi walked over slowly and explained to Yan Cen.

Yan Cen almost rolled his eyes, as if he had met Lu Zhang's son before.

However, the ranking of the Second Prince originally belonged to Yan Cen.

At this time, the Jiangfeng suddenly picked up, blowing the hood of Yan Cen's face to the side. He covered his face just to avoid trouble, and he didn't care too much. After all, what he really wanted to cover was his figure and deformed arms, not his face.

"……you!"

Lu Min's eyes widened suddenly, first he was astonished, then angry, but he didn't attack, he just snorted, turned around and left.

"What's going on?" Mo Li asked inexplicably.

"I don't know?" Meng Qi muttered in a low voice.

Lu Min clenched his fists, feeling unwilling.

——It turns out that he looks more like the emperor's brother than he and the third and sixth children combined!

——Looking at this face, I can't help but choke!

The author has something to say: The trees in the sky are like shepherds, and the islands by the river are like the moon——Meng Haoran

The next two sentences are "Why should you bring wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival?"