love poison

This wooden box was much bigger, and when I opened it, I saw that there was actually a small bowl of blood in it. Ying Xinyuan and Zhizhen were shocked when they saw it, and immediately took out the letter pressed under the bowl to read.

Xin Mu said in the letter that a few days ago he and the imperial physician Jikang had communicated through letters, and the imperial physician Jikang told him the prescription of the antidote for Ronghua, and Ying Xinyuan could make an antidote for Ronghua. His blood was used as medicine, so he purposely kept this bowl of blood.

Hearing what Ying Xinyuan said about this matter, Zhizheng was overjoyed and hurriedly said: "He's not that heartless."

Ying Xinyuan didn't answer, and ordered the servant to fetch well water to freeze it immediately, and then continued to look down.

Then Xin Mu expressed his gratitude to Ronghua, guessing that Ying Xinyuan hadn't completely let go of his thoughts on him, Xin Mu didn't leave too many words for Ying Xinyuan, just a few solemn words of thanks, and A silver bill of 100 taels was used for his medical expenses for living in Jishitang for so long.

Ying Xinyuan held the bank note, chuckled a few times, and said, "He can calculate clearly."

After saying this, Ying Xinyuan discovered that there was actually a piece of paper in the envelope. The paper was wrinkled badly, and Ying Xinyuan spread it out. From the small prints, it could be seen that this piece of paper might be from the oracle. prescription.

But how is this possible?Ying Xinyuan was frightened by Xin Mu again. After reading the last part of Xin Mu's handwriting, she saw that Xin Mu wrote in the handwriting: There is no good or bad in dead things, good or bad only depends on people's hearts.This prescription is the culmination of the wisdom of the ancestors. If it can bring happiness to the people of the world, I will use it well; if it is a disaster to the people of the world, I will destroy it.

Ying Xinyuan read the small characters again from beginning to end, and only then did she really believe that this was the oracle prescription that the whole Zhaoyue wanted, and that it was written by the former king of Zhaoyue himself.Presumably Xin Mu didn't even want to take a second look at this prescription that had exhausted him for half his life, but Xin Mu also knew the value of this thing, and didn't destroy it just to vent his anger.

The important thing is that Xin Mu trusted him so much that he could give him the prescription with confidence. Ying Xinyuan was moved, and immediately said to himself in his heart that he would never disappoint Xin Mu's trust and would definitely make good use of this prescription.

After looking over everything Xin Mu left behind, Ying Xinyuan and Zhizhen fell into melancholy at the same time. After a long time, Zhizhen sighed softly and said, "Where will he go?"

Ying Xinyuan looked out the window and said softly: "No one knows."

At the same time, the city of Yuezhou was empty of thousands of people, and the people of Yuezhou flocked to the edge of the city one after another, gathering together spontaneously.

Because today is the day when the king of Yuebei County puts on his armor and goes out to fight, no one wants to take this opportunity to witness the demeanor of the king of Yuebei County with his own eyes.

Therefore, under this unprecedented event, the carriage going out of the city was once again surrounded by various people, horses, and carriages, but this time, the carriage had no room to turn around and could only squeeze forward with difficulty.

The coachman pulled the horse, and amidst the din of people, he laughed loudly at the people in the car: "My lord, you didn't choose a good day when you went out. When you came to Yuezhou, His Royal Highness just came back, and you have to go , His Royal Highness is about to go to war, it seems that you two are really destined, he always blocks your way, haha."

The people in the car didn't answer, only the little baby laughed for no reason.

It took a lot of time for the carriage, and finally squeezed out of the city gate. As long as you leave the city, it will be much easier to walk. The crowd is crowding in the northwest direction, but the carriage is heading southeast.Compared to the excitement of the crowd, the carriage looked so thin.Not long after, the door curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a person wearing a bamboo hat and tulle stretched out his head and glanced behind him.

Ronghua is at the gathering point of the crowd's eyes, his armor is shining in the sun, and his back is majestic against the backdrop of thousands of people, but he still looks so lonely.

Soon, the man in the bamboo hat put down the curtain and returned to the car. At this moment, Rong Hua suddenly felt a pain in his heart. He didn't know why he was panicking, so he hurriedly turned around, but he still didn't see anything. can see.

There were bursts of pain and loss in his heart, but he regarded it as the poison-drug, and gritted his teeth and endured it.Then, he waved the sword in his hand, signaling to go.

The crowd cheered and cheered again, and the two gradually drifted away until they could no longer see each other.

A few days later, when Rong Hua arrived at the first garrison point of the expedition, Ying Xinyuan ordered someone to send a detoxification pill quickly, saying that it could relieve Rong Hua's pain.

Ronghua saw that the pill had a trace of rusty red, although he thought it was strange, but he was unexpectedly not disgusted, he didn't think much, and ate the pill and wine, who knew that the next day, the thing that had troubled him for a long time The pain actually eased a lot.He walked out of the command tent, looked at the vast grassland in the northwest from a distance, and without turning his head, he raised his sword and ordered to the soldiers who were born and died with him: "Let's go!"

Hundreds of thousands of voices cheered behind him, hundreds of thousands of swords were raised, and hundreds of thousands of passionate men embarked on the journey to the northwest.

This shout is six years.

Time flies.

Miao En spent six years in hard work, and he finally took control of Zhaoyue's military-political-big-power, and brought Zhaoyue, which had been depressed due to the Occupation, back on track.And no one in Zhaoyue practiced the oracle art with their lives, but after six years, it seemed to have become an ancient legend, and few people mentioned it.

Erji Atuo spent six years at ease. He was the regent, but Lihelu was in charge.Lihe Lu was unexpectedly quite talented in politics, and he gradually tied Xiyi together, who was slumped after the war and was about to fall apart. Xiyi stopped making troubles and got the opportunity to do business with Zhaoyue and Dasheng. At last peace was ushered in.

Ying Xinyuan spent six years in the bitterness of prescriptions and medicinal materials. Although the oracle prescription was only a small one, it gave him infinite inspiration. He extracted several kinds of medicine from that prescription. Good medicine, so it is even more famous.

Zhizhen spent six years running between the two sides. Occasionally he was worried about Ronghua, so he would leave his master to accompany Ronghua to experience a few battles. Then he was determined to let him fend for himself, and returned to his master with anger.

And Ronghua's six years were spent in swords and war, in blood and strong wine, and in endless regret and longing.

These six years, which caused him infinite pain, were the most glorious six years in his military career.

The Rong family's army flattened the northwest, and all the countries and tribes in the northwest surrendered to Dasheng one after another. For at least ten years, no tribe could rise up enough to invade the border of Dasheng.The river is clean and the sea is peaceful, the world is peaceful, Dasheng's martial arts and martial arts have reached their peak, and Rong Hua, who has made a major contribution to this, has reached the limit of honor as a minister.

In February of the 13th year of Jingtai, Rong Hua entered Beijing and was conferred the title of King of Yue. He became the only prince with a different surname since the founding of Dasheng. Then to the northwest of the entire continent, the whole world knows Rong Hua's reputation.

But no one knows what kind of life Rong Hua is living under the extreme reputation.

It has been six years, a full six years, Ronghua has never let go of Xin Mu, never let go of himself, his self-torture has reached the limit, he has been waiting to die.His body was bruised and bruised, and his soul had already fallen into darkness. He was like a living corpse, a walking puppet.

And how Xin Mu spent these six years, no one knows.

In just half a year, someone would send a bowl of blood to Ji Shi Tang.Ying Xinyuan knew that he would come back every six months, but he never met Ying Xinyuan.Zhizhen doesn’t know where he is, but after a while Zhizhen will receive a letter from Xin Mu, which often carries some small things, such as pine needles from the north, white magnolias from the south of the Yangtze River, and a handful from beyond the Great Wall. yellow sand.He has already trampled the entire Dasheng, enjoying enough of the scenery in the world.

But he still refused to show up, and he still didn't mention whether he forgave Rong Hua.

Six years was too long, so long that I had already let go of all my hopes, but decided in my heart that they would have no future, one went far away, and the other died alone.

How sad, how helpless.

This is the end of their story.

In June 13 of Jingtai, at the end of summer afternoon, in Yangcheng, Linzhou, the business of the one-character antique shop in the city was sluggish, and the young shopkeeper in a colorful gown was lazily lying on the counter and taking a nap covering his face with a cattail fan, sleeping soundly Suddenly, someone called the shopkeeper, the boss stood up, but did not see anyone on the counter, the shopkeeper was puzzled, and a crisp child's voice came from under the counter.

"Excuse me, is this place listening to Zhuxuan?"

Presumably he was a child, so Tingzhu said, "Go play elsewhere, there are no clay figurines for sale here."

The child refused to give up, and said: "I'm not here to buy things, my father asked me to come to sell something."

Ting Zhu thought in his heart, what the child brought must not be valuable, but in order to send the child away, Ting Zhu stood up patiently, lay down on the counter and looked down, finally Saw the kid who wasn't as high as the counter yet.

It was a boy about six years old, with a pair of beautiful amber eyes, he was stunned when he saw it, and couldn't help but let out an "ah".

Although almost seven years had passed, he still recognized the child at the first sight. This child looked exactly like that person.

The author has something to say: ^_^ Hold on~

It's not over yet~

Good night~