Forgetfulness

The Taoist priest waited for two months, and Xue Yang also lay in bed for two months.

During this period, he has been investigating who the person who let the Daoists come to assassinate him.

This is not a good thing, someone in the court seems to know that he is Xue Yang.

This is not the point, the point is that the Taoist is Song Zichen.

Xue Yang clutched the stabbed wound, and was so angry that he sprinkled a handful of corpse poison powder on it.

Don't care about hurting others.

He has avoided this person for hundreds of years.

The last time this guy appeared, he disturbed his tranquility for many years.

Now that he shows up again, I don't know what will happen.

Song Zichen is a living corpse, and now he is using amulets to imprison him.

The servants in the mansion were careful, for fear that if they were not careful, the corpse poison powder would be sprinkled on themselves.

The Taoist priest was worried about Xue Yang after all, and left in a hurry after explaining the matter.

Huzi came to the booth today, a bright moon and clear breeze Taoist, and asked about the town in a roundabout way.

Huzi kept his eyes open and just told him that the prince in Xue Wang's mansion in the town was assassinated and had been lying in bed for more than two months.

The Taoist seemed unhurried, ate a bowl of plain noodles, paid the money and left.

Xue Yang's actions are the most extreme, but also the most cautious, who can get close to him... who would it be?

At night, the Taoist found Xue's mansion, summoned Zhang Invisibility Talisman and entered the mansion.

"Hey, Lan Zhan Lan Zhan, do you think that's my little uncle?"

Wei Wuxian stayed up most of the night, calling his man to the side of the palace.

I also saw my little uncle who was brought back to life.

Lan Zhan is still all in white, and still as "elegant and upright", but there is a noisy Yiling ancestor beside him.

"Hey, hey, Lan Zhan, he's gone in, shouldn't we go in and have a look?"

"..." Lan Zhan was silent for a while. "Come in."

Obtaining the promise, the ancestor hastily drew a Zhang Fu to bring down a group of people, and swaggeringly dragged Lan Zhan into the mansion.

Lan Zhan and Laozu like to travel, passing by here, they heard that there is a palace here, and the man who lives in it is Xue Chen.

As soon as Wei Wuxian heard it, he wanted to see if that "Xue Chen" was the Xue Yang who had disappeared.

Originally, I wanted to sneak a look at that person's voice and appearance in the middle of the night.

It's just that Lan Zhan didn't want to, and the patriarch Wei Yi was soft-hearted, so he was willing to accompany him.

But he never thought that he would run into Xiao Xingchen right now.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's also a coincidence. We just heard that Xue Yang might be here, and the little uncle came on the back foot. Tell me, did the uncle come to seek revenge on that Xue Yang?"

Wei Wuxian expressed his guess.

But Lan Zhan gave a different answer, "Perhaps my little uncle arrived earlier than you, but I just sneaked in after dark."

"Little Master Uncle Qingfeng is very proud, how could he do such a thing?"

"Now he's doing it."

Wei Wuxian: ...

This person is really boring, Patriarch Yiling said secretly in his heart.

But who made him fall in love with this boring and important person?

The two of them used the talisman to lead the way and walked freely in the mansion.

Strange to say, they have not seen a single person in the mansion for a long time.

Wei WuXian said, "HanGuang-Jun, is there really no one else in this mansion?"

Lan Zhan shook his head, he tried it with the piano, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Is it really not Xue Yang?

Ancestor Wei Yi frowned, feeling that the mansion might not be as quiet as it seemed.

The talisman stopped outside a room, and then dispersed automatically.

Inside the door, the Taoist went in, but did not remove the talisman paper.

Xue Yang was still awake, the candlelight was extremely bright, and he was sitting on the bed with a book in his coat.

Xiao Xingchen never knew that Xue Yang could read and write.

But when he got closer, he almost blushed.

What kind of serious book is this? It's clearly the kind of script that Huai Sang read.

The cover depicts a scantily clad man and woman doing something grand.

Isn't this man injured?Why are you still looking at these... obscene things.

The Taoist priest entered the door and saw that Xue Yang was doing well, so he didn't worry too much, and hurriedly lifted his feet to leave.

"Daozhang, since you're here, why don't you sit down and have a good cup of tea before you leave?" Xue Yang had already thrown away the story book, and was lying on the soft bed, looking extremely lazy.

The steps taken by the Taoist stopped.

Sure enough, I found it.

The Taoist withdrew the talisman, turned around, and found that the little mouse was looking at him, feeling a little embarrassed.

Their existence between each other has always been unspoken. Now, when they face each other head-on, they can only pray that they will not fight.

"My stomach injury is still not healed, the Taoist priest will pour a cup of tea by himself first."

Xue Yang still looked like the young man who acted recklessly in Jinlin Terrace, and his handsome youthful face matched his canine teeth, which was still so hard to hate.

However, that "bright moon, clear breeze and Xiao Xingchen" is no longer that "bright moon and clear breeze".

Taoists have beautiful eyes.

And Xue Yang had already clearly remembered the Taoist's eyebrows and eyes when he was in the dark.

However, looking at it, he also forgot about those eyes, and now he was actually using those "bright moon and clear breeze" eyes on Song Zichen's body.

"The wound...healed well." Xiao Xingchen poured him a cup of tea, but once the words of concern hit his throat, everything changed.

Xue Yang didn't seem to care, "It's nothing, just a small injury, it will be healed in a few days."

"Nonsense! How did you get hurt?" Seeing him smiling, Xiao Xingchen felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"..." Xue Yang was silent for a rare moment.

"Midget your own business, it's not you who hurt you, why be nervous." Xue Yang yelled while drinking tea.

The Taoist is also very helpless, he came to look at him with good intentions, but he is still so stubborn.

"I brought some food." The Taoist priest took out a package and put it on his table. "The pastries bought at the stall in front of your house."

"What do you want this time?"

Xue Yang opened it and saw that it was the fragrant pastry, which was full of sweet fragrance, and it smelled very delicious.

Xiao Xingchen has a bland taste and doesn't like these greasy snacks.

He looked at Xiao Xingchen with disbelief in his eyes.

He didn't believe that this man would be so good at bringing him snacks.

Seeing that he didn't believe it at all, Xiao Xingchen took a piece of snack and put it to his mouth, saying, "You have wounds on your abdomen, you can't move, let me feed you."

Xue Yang: ...

Young master, let me just say, why does this person take it seriously?

Although he was puzzled, Xue Yang liked sweet food, so there was no reason for him not to eat food that was in his mouth.

The Yiling patriarch peeking out the window only saw his "bright moon and cool breeze" junior uncle feeding the handsome young man on the couch.

Lan Zhan on the side was in charge of letting the wind pass, without squinting, he was particularly "elegant" at first glance.

The old ancestor looked at it with enthusiasm, he didn't think of anything, he just felt that this scene was very harmonious, that's all.

Even the walking corpses under him would not believe this sentence.

Xue Yang saw the Daoist priest's hands getting closer and closer, and said ten thousand times in his heart that the Taoist priest was taken away.

Xiao Xingchen was also very nervous, it seemed weird...

In front of the couch, a group of people stuffed food into the boy's mouth with something, which looked harmonious and a bit sexual.

But they don't seem to have this self-consciousness. One feeds and the other eats, and they are harmonious for a while.

The most important thing is that the two who had always fought each other did not fight.

At this time, Wei Wuxian, who was peeping from the window, realized that something was wrong.

The little rascal's left arm was actually intact, even the crippled little finger turned back.

During the Yicheng battle, Lord Hanguang used Bichen to chop off the left arm of the little rascal.