love poison

Zhizhen looked at Xin Mu for a long time, waiting for what Xin Mu would say next, but Xin Mu kept silent, and didn't know what he was thinking.Zhizheng murmured a little in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face.

After a long time, Xin Mu said to Zhizhen, "It's nothing, I'll trouble you."

Zhizhen saluted and quickly withdrew.

In the first few days at the White Horse Inn, Xin Mu didn't think about anything, except eating and sleeping in bed every day. He was so haggard these days that he couldn't get up the energy to do anything at all.Zhizhen boiled tonic for him every day, and after drinking it, he became more drowsy.

On the sixth day, Xin Mu got up early and changed into black clothes, standing in the middle of the courtyard, looking in the direction of Zhaoshan.

According to Zhaoyue's rules, the seventh day of death is the day of burial, and Zhaoyue Wang Yuanduo should be buried today.

Xin Mu stood motionless like this from early morning to dusk, Zhizhen was very considerate and told no one to disturb him, so he let Xin Mu watch like this for the whole day, when the new moon rose, there was a burst of noise coming from the direction of Zhaoshan. A long bell rings, that is Li Cheng.

Xin Mu knelt down and kowtowed three times in that direction.

The long bell ended for a long time, and Xin Mu was still kneeling on the ground. There was no special expression on his face, but it made people feel inexplicably sad.

Zhizhen came from behind him, and said softly: "Young master, the ground is too cold. You are just recovering from a serious illness, so don't kneel for too long. Your majesty has been buried in the earth and is at peace. My condolences."

Xin Mu nodded slightly, and stood up with Zhizhen's support.

Seeing Xin Mu's pale face, Zhizhen felt a little worried, so he personally sent Xin Mu back to the room. After lighting the oil lamp, Zhizhen was about to leave. Only then did Xin Mu see that Zhizhen's face was also very pale, and he looked even more pale. I am also sickly.

Xin Mu frowned and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Zhizhen was stunned, he didn't expect Xin Mu to care about this issue, so he paused for a while before replying: "I got some injuries that day, it's fine, you don't have to worry, my lord."

"It's fine to take care of your injuries. If you are poisoned, it may be a little troublesome. Zhaoyue's warriors will apply poison on the tip of the sword, and Zhaoyue's poison is very powerful. If you feel uncomfortable these days, Be sure to tell me."

Zhizhen smiled and said, "Thank you for remembering, my lord."

Xin Mu nodded, stopped talking, and Zhizhen quietly backed out.

Perhaps to prove Xin Mu's crow's mouth, Zhizhen couldn't get up the next day, and the maid who brought Xin Mu the tonic was replaced by the maid who served before.

The maid came in with her hand in her hand and said to Xin Mu: "My lord, Lord Hou sent a letter last night, and it was delivered just this morning, and this maidservant will bring it to you."

A few days ago, Ronghua also sent letters, all of which were sent by Zhizhen himself. He always attached great importance to Ronghua's letterheads, but today he asked someone else to send them. Xin Mu thought that maybe his injury was serious, and immediately Asked: "What happened to Zhizhen? Why didn't you come today?"

The maid said: "It is said that you are sick, and the doctor has been invited to see it. Don't worry, my lord, you are still weak. Master Zhizhen specially asked the servants to take this tonic after you have eaten breakfast. drank."

Xin Mu didn't say much, picked up the medicine bowl and drank it in one gulp, then picked up Ronghua's letterhead, and walked to Zhizhen's room.

While walking on the road, Xin Mu opened Rong Hua's letter. Although there were only a few words, just looking at his words, he felt comforted in his heart.

——Return in ten days, don't read it.

Xin Mu read those words over and over again, and when he walked to Zhizhen's door, he put away the letter paper.

There are many slaves and guards guarding Zhizhen's gate, all of them are very anxious, as if they lost Zhizhen and lost their backbone.

These days, Xin Mu has already noticed that although Zhizhen has no identity, Ronghua trusts him very much. Compared with other slaves, he is already half a master. When Ronghua is not around, these people have to listen to him .

When everyone saw Xin Mu, they all saluted him.

A maid came out of the room, Xin Mu immediately grabbed her and asked, "What's the matter?"

The maid's face turned pale, but she still forced herself to be calm and said, "Young master has a minor illness, you don't need to worry."

"If it's a minor illness, why are you so panicked?" Xin Mu grabbed the maid's arm and asked, "Did the doctor say he was poisoned?"

The maid's face became more and more flustered, and she said: "It's poisoning, but the doctor is still in the process of diagnosis and treatment, and the young master said that there is no need to disturb your rest."

Xin Mu let go of the maid, walked quickly into the room, and went directly to the servant.

The three doctors were all guarding by the bed, and Xin Mu saw Xin Mu lying on the bed with dark lips and tied into a hedgehog by the doctor at a glance.

Zhizhen also saw Xin Mu, and was about to speak, Xin Mu walked to the bedside, drove the three doctors away, looked at Zhizhen and said, "I told you, if you are poisoned, tell me, as long as it is from Zhaoyuezhong I can cure the poison, so don't talk, save some energy."

A doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "Master, are you proficient in medical skills? This poison is really tricky. None of the three of us have seen it before, and we have been lurking for a long time. Take medicine at will, so I have to seal the big acupoints all over my body with silver needles, so that the poison will spread out more slowly."

Xin Mu lifted Zhizhen's eyelids to look at it, and said, "I don't know much about medicine. It's just... Zhaoyue's poison-drugs are all of the same origin, and all poisons can be cured with one antidote."

Several people looked at each other, wondering, Xin Mu took a medicine bowl in the hands of a doctor, splashed the medicine on the ground, then took a pair of small scissors from the doctor's medical bag, and used the tip of the scissors on his own With a fierce swipe on the wrist, the wound that hadn't healed before was split open again.

"My lord!" Zhizhen wanted to sit up in a panic, but Xin Mu raised his hand and pushed him back down.

Xin Mu continued to bleed, and said: "I've said it all, all Zhaoyue's poison can be cured with the same antidote. It's just... In the past, maybe half a bowl of blood was enough, but now it takes about two bowls. This is better than the medicine. It's hard to drink, you have to bear it."

While speaking, a bowl of blood had already been put out. Xin Mu asked the frightened doctor beside him to help Zhizhen up, handed a bowl of blood to Xin Mu's mouth, and took another bowl to continue bleeding.

Zhizhen stared blankly at Xin Mu, his eyes wide open.

The doctor looked at Xin Mu, and said softly: "The old man has indeed heard that all the poisons in Zhaoyue can be cured with human blood...Could it be you..."

Xin Mu nodded lightly, watching her own blood flow into the bowl expressionlessly.

"Then... then young master, just drink it. The poison is in Zhaoyue, so this blood will definitely be effective."

He really wanted to say something, but he couldn't resist the sudden burst of longing in his heart. The blood seemed to be attractive to him. He didn't think much, so he drank all the bitter and astringent blood. , Then, Xin Mu handed over the second bowl, and Zhizhen drank it all.

It took less than half a stick of incense for the blood to enter his throat, the black color on Zhizhen's lips dissipated, and his spirit recovered a lot, but Xin Mu, who had managed to raise himself not so weak these days, turned pale again Pale.

"Are you better?" Xin Mu asked.

Zhizhen held Xin Mu's hand, trembling slightly, and just about to speak, Xin Mu closed his eyes and passed out, and fell directly into Zhizhen's arms.

Zhizhen hugged Xin Mu and saw his bloodless face.

Xin Mu was dizzy for a whole day, and when she woke up again, she found Zhizhen sitting by the bed, talking to the doctor in a low voice.

Xin Mu opened his eyes, saw the doctor who was facing him and hurriedly said: "My lord is awake."

Zhizhen's eyes lit up, and he immediately turned around and nervously said to Xin Mu: "You are awake, what should you do if you have something to do? Well, Doctor Liu, hurry up and take a look."

Doctor Liu agreed, and immediately stepped forward to hold Xin Mu's wrist to check his pulse, Zhizhen stared closely, with a very serious expression.

After a while, Dr. Liu stepped back a little, and said again: "This... the people of Zhaoyue Mountain are still somewhat different from us ordinary people. The son's pulse condition... I am afraid that ordinary doctors can't treat it. I can only rely on years of medical practice. Experience guesses that the young master is fine, but he is too weak, and he must not let bloodletting for medicine in the future, otherwise his life may be in danger."

Zhizhen was a little anxious, and said angrily: "What kind of doctors are these! These few words are repeated back and forth, is there any useful words?"

Dr. Liu was a little flustered, and hurriedly confessed.

"I'm fine. Doctor Liu is right. I remember it." Xin Mu said, interrupting Zhizhen's angry voice, "This is not enough to kill me. I know it in my own mind, so I will pay more attention to it in the future." That's right."

Zhizhen pursed his lips, looked at Xin Mu, then shifted his gaze to Dr. Liu, and then he became a little gentler, and said, "Okay, then let the young master take the blood-generating medicine first, and slowly take care of him."

Doctor Liu agreed, and asked the disciples around him to bring up the warm medicine.

I was really afraid that the slave girl would be careless, so he helped Xin Mu up by himself, carefully held the medicine bowl, scooped out a spoonful of medicine, blew it cool, and brought it to Xin Mu's lips.

Xin Mu had never been so close to anyone before, she was a little embarrassed, and looked at Zhizhen in a dazed and flustered manner.

"But this medicine is too bitter? I'll get you some candied fruit."

Zhizhen got up and put the medicine bowl on the small stool by the window, and he got up together, Xin Mu picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all in one go, before wiping his mouth, he said quickly: "I've finished drinking, no candied fruit is needed. .”

When he really looked back, he realized Xin Mu's embarrassment belatedly, and then he himself was also a little embarrassed. The two of them were speechless for a while, and neither of them looked at each other.

Zhizhen coughed twice, waved all the people in the room, and instead of sitting by the bed, he sat on a chair beside him and said softly: "Master, I was a little flustered for a while, and I didn't think about you. I don't like people getting close, if there is any offense, you should bear it more."

"It's okay, but I would like to thank you for taking care of me like this. You are still sick, so don't worry too much."

Zhizhen said with a smile: "Aren't you also sick? You also let out so much blood to give me an antidote. You saved my life, so I should repay you."