Shangxian Cultivation Handbook

It's a good thing that the queen mother and grand master had a falling out, but Gu Zhiyuan couldn't help but laugh.

He squeezed the piece of paper in his hand, but it felt as heavy as a piece of paper.

This was just sent by Wu Yong in the morning, and Song Nanchu's information was clearly written on it. Although there were a lot of verification and comparison, the finishing touch at the end was really eye-catching.

There is no such person!

It's only been two years, and I can't help but jump into the water by myself, which is really a headache.

"Your Majesty?" The person who delivered the message from the side called softly, and raised his eyes to see Gu Zhiyuan.Unexpectedly, Gu Zhiyuan was in a bad mood, and a slash flew towards him, making him tremble in fright, and he knelt down on the ground directly.

"It's wrong to assassinate the Empress Dowager..." Gu Zhiyuan rolled up the paper in his hand and threw it into the brazier, "But the grand master is also a sensible person, and I decided that I don't want to believe that the grand master would do such a thing. But the empress..." He purposely prolonged his voice, and said these words clearly, "Let the empress and the grand master settle this matter privately, and it is absolutely impossible for outsiders to make fun of it."

The matter of assassinating the Empress Dowager can be big or small, but Gu Zhiyuan obviously didn't want to magnify the matter.Now that he has put his words here, there is no one to refute.

"Yes." The eunuch who delivered the letter kowtowed several times before retreating, feeling sad again in his heart.If these words are returned to the Queen Mother, it will inevitably be scolded and beaten again.

The master and servant are very different.

Gu Zhiyuan picked up the pen and wanted to write something, but after writing a few words, he put down the pen and rubbed the paper.In the end, there was a pile of paper crumpled into a ball on the ground, but there was still no reason to write.

Eunuch Zheng saw it when he came to serve tea, and picked them up one by one, and the word 'Song' was slightly exposed on one of them, which was clear for a while.

"Your Majesty, why don't you go and see for yourself?" Eunuch Zheng looked at Gu Zhiyuan who was about to scratch his head, and offered his opinion, "If you see it for yourself, you should understand something."

Gu Zhiyuan looked at Eunuch Zheng for a long time, and finally he sighed: "Let's go, let's relax."

He hadn't seen Song Nanchu for four days since the day Song Nanchu woke up, so it's weird to mention it now, just take a look.

It was only after I went to Shaofu's mansion that I saw Song Nan, Chu Gu Zhiyuan, and then realized that it was true that my body was slightly ill, and it wasn't that I was lying to those who came to visit.

"Why is Your Majesty here?" Song Nanchu was wearing a middle coat and only a coat, his face was pale.

Gu Zhiyuan looked uncomfortable, and his tone was slightly unfriendly: "Song Aiqing's body is weaker than mine, she is very delicate."

Song Nanchu wasn't angry either, he grinned as if to laugh, but unexpectedly he coughed a lot, and coughed several times before stopping.

Originally his face was pale, but now that he coughed, his face became even paler, like the face of a dead person, it was very frightening to look at.

"What's going on?" Gu Zhiyuan finally felt that something was wrong.

"I caught a cold that night when I came back, and my body was fragile. I couldn't bear it." Song Nanchu blocked his mouth, and smiled with peachy eyes, "Your Majesty also knows that the minister has been well-clothed and well-fed these days, so he has naturally weakened his body a lot. Minor ailments Yes, I can't resist anymore. Besides, I donated half of my blood not long ago, so it should be very fragile."

Gu Zhiyuan frowned, and fiddled with his sleeves with his fingers, feeling a little embarrassed: "That should be fragile. Eunuch Zheng, I found Imperial Physician Wan to come to Shaofu's Mansion to take Song Aiqing's pulse and rectify it."

"Yes." Eunuch Zheng stepped back with his waist bent.

"Wan imperial physician is old, I'm afraid he will be tired after such a long journey." Sending the dark coughed twice, then smiled, "just find an imperial physician."

Gu Zhiyuan shook his head: "Aiqing donated half of her blood to me, so I naturally want to give Aiqing the best imperial physician."

The reasons are valid and irrefutable.

Song Nanchu's eyelids were half closed, but his eyeballs rolled around several times, Fang nodded: "It's fine, I just think I've found a good reward."

After that, there was no more sound.Song Nanchu was half lying down, holding a book in his hand, reading it seriously.Gu Zhiyuan sat at the head of the table, sipping tea carefully.The maidservants in the room were all standing quietly, but their eyeballs turned from Song Nanchu to Gu Zhiyuan, and then from Gu Zhiyuan to Song Nanchu, and a series of words almost came out from their eyes.

Doctor Wan was old and sat in a soft sedan chair, swaying back and forth, and it took him a long time to arrive at Shaofu's mansion.As soon as his feet hit the ground, he was rushed to Song Nanchu's bedroom by Eunuch Zheng.

As soon as he entered the room, Imperial Physician Wan wiped the sudden sweat on his forehead, then patted his clothes to sweep the dust, before he greeted Gu Zhiyuan.

Gu Zhiyuan waved his hands, feeling troublesome: "Don't say goodbye, you just go and see Song Shaofu first."

Doctor Wan hurried over before bending down, seeing the sickly Song Nanchu knocking the book away with his own medical box while he was still reading, with a dark face.

"What does Imperial Physician Wan mean?" Song Nanchu still raised his hands, with a confused look on his face.

"Patients should have a good rest, why bother to pretend to be a romantic person?" Imperial Physician Wan took advantage of his age, so he didn't know how to speak properly.

Song Nanchu opened his mouth, but he couldn't answer, so he had to look at Gu Zhiyuan.Gu Zhiyuan and him happened to look at each other, raised their eyebrows, smiled, and looked away.

Is this what, crossing the river and demolishing bridges?This is too obvious, right?

Imperial Physician Wan grabbed Song Nanchu's hand and gave him a pulse, but stopped after a while: "It's nothing serious. I caught a cold and didn't rest well. I guess I tossed about it myself."

"Myself?" Gu Zhiyuan's voice rose a bit, "People who can't stop naturally like to toss about."

"The old minister prescribed a prescription, take it for half a month and then take a rest, it will naturally heal." Dr. Wan picked up the brush and began to write the prescription, "I'm afraid Mr. Song is too noisy."

Now, all the focus is on Song Nanchu.

Song Nanchu looked away a little bit, blinked his eyes, and smiled: "Physician Wan has already said so, so naturally I don't dare to mess around anymore."

He didn't mess around too much, so why did he blame him for everything?

Doctor Wan left, Eunuch Zheng went out to see him off, and took the maids out of the house along the way, and finally only Song Nanchu and Gu Zhiyuan were left.

"Do you regret it?" Gu Zhiyuan stood in front of Song Nanchu's bed, looking down at Song Nanchu.

Song Nanchu stretched out his hand to take the book that was swept onto the bed by Doctor Wan, and shook it: "I have done all the ministers who don't regret it in the end. There is no medicine for regret in this world." As he spoke, he opened the book again, ready to continue reading.

Gu Zhiyuan frowned, and suddenly thought of the scene more than ten years ago, and suddenly changed the subject: "You...why do you like reading so much?"

"The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu..." Song Nanchu smiled, "Your Majesty doesn't even know this?"

"Oh, so you have understood this truth since childhood?" Gu Zhiyuan asked back.

Song Nanchu was taken aback, raised his head, looked at Gu Zhiyuan through the book, the other party lowered his head without changing his expression, and continued to read: "I have been very smart since I was a child, so I naturally know a lot."

"Smart?" Gu Zhiyuan snorted coldly, "I have suffered a lot from your cleverness..." The memory of my youth was too harsh, and now I can't help but cry when I think about it, "I have learned a lot. Not as good as you."

Song Nanchu's hands froze, because of Gu Zhiyuan's "I" word: "Everyone is the same as everyone else. Everyone should be responsible for their own life. No one is smooth sailing. When you are young, you suffer hardships and when you are old, you will have fun. , when you enjoy yourself when you are young, you will suffer when you are old, everyone is the same."

Everyone understands this truth, but they are always unwilling to accept it.

"What book are you reading?" Gu Zhiyuan quickly changed the subject and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Folk dialect book." Song Nanchu moved inside, "I saw it in the market before, and after looking through it, I found it to be pretty good, so I called someone to buy it yesterday, to pass the time."

Gu Zhiyuan laughed lightly: "The story book is also worth reading?"

"When I was three or four years old, I read the Analects of Confucius to start enlightenment. When I was five or six years old, I became interested in books about mountains and rivers. From seven to ten years old, I read some books about history and culture. Unfortunately, I didn't read them. Finished... I don’t have much time to read some books in the later time.” Song Nanchu’s tone was relaxed, and he couldn’t hear any sadness, “Nowadays, I don’t want to read some pedantic books when I’m in the National People’s Congress. I've taken a fancy to it."

"...I never liked reading books, nor did I like the art of war." Gu Zhiyuan pursed his lips, and said something he hadn't said many years ago, "I don't even want to sit in this position."

Song Nanchu's eyeballs flickered, put down the book, and looked straight at Gu Zhiyuan: "Your Majesty, why bother?"

"I can't help it, I can't let it go." Gu Zhiyuan smiled, his brows and eyes relaxed.

I have said all the things I couldn't say before, but there is still nothing I can do.

Pitiful……

Song Nanchu stretched out his hand and lightly touched Gu Zhiyuan's eyebrows, and suddenly said, "Is it possible?"

The words were a little light, but they were filled with prayers and heartbeats.

"Impossible." Three simple words sent Song Nanchu into hell, with no possibility of recovery.

"Heh..." Song Nanchu withdrew his hand and smiled, "There is nothing in this world that I can't ask for. I used to think so, but now, I just take...the spilled water and throw it away, and never take it back. You don't want , Naturally someone wants it. But...Your Majesty, I think, if anyone besides you dares to take this heart, I will definitely fight it hard."

Gu Zhiyuan pursed his lips, said for a while, "Give it to someone else." He stood up and wanted to leave, but Song Nanchu hugged his waist.For a moment, the whole person froze.

"Gu Zhiyuan, I never apologized to you before, and I never do now. You hunted me down, and I recognized it and didn't care... You, really don't understand?" Song Nanchu asked for help for the first time in his life, and his skills were low-level, but he taught him Sad and distressed.

"You are Li Gejing, the former crown prince." Gu Zhiyuan put his hands on Song Nanchu's and held his hand, and opened one finger at a time, "There is a gap between the king and the minister after all."

How could Song Nanchu be reconciled, even if he said it so decisively, he still had to redeem it: "Li Gejing is dead, I am Song Nanchu!"

"Gu Zhiyuan is also in the past. Now I am the emperor, and I cannot escape." Gu Zhiyuan didn't understand why he was so cruel.

He knows his heartbeat, and he also knows that people must know how to be grateful, and cherish every feeling.But, even so, he was unwilling to accept Song Nanchu.It's like a taboo, he can't touch Song Nanchu, let alone embrace him.

"Your Majesty and Your Majesty, we..." Song Nanchu was in a hurry to argue, and unexpectedly, Eunuch Zheng interrupted outside the door.

"Your Majesty!" Eunuch Zheng's voice was high-pitched, and his voice was very piercing, "Empress Empress... fell ill!"