Huamo

It was filled into his body, but the true energy that was so useful in the past is as useless as a funnel at the moment.

"Come... come!!"

Seven years of reincarnation, what should come, is destined to come back eventually.

【Bian Kingdom·Imperial Palace】

The same moment, the same moonlight, the same late autumn breeze.

The door of the alchemy room opened suddenly, just like the solemnity and mystery of the immortals and Taoists every time they came, so the emperor of Bian Kingdom, Qu Zhiyuan, had to be respectful.

Dressed in a gray robe and holding a dust whisk in his hand, he looks like a fairy who has passed away without any worries.But the eyes of the old man were as bright as those who had just arrived six years ago, and with an amiable smile, he slowly walked towards the persistent Emperor Bian who was seeking longevity.

Qu Zhiyuan in the room saw him, immediately got up and walked over to bow to him: "Mr. He is a bit late today,"

"Ting'er's condition has improved, the old man took care of him a bit late, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Qu Zhiyuan was pleasantly surprised: "How could I blame Mr. He! How is Si Ting's disease?"

Six years ago, an old man and a young man came to Bian. Because the Taoist surnamed He had the art of immortality, he won the trust of Bian Huang Qu Zhiyuan and was able to live in the palace forever.His grandson, He Siting, has always been weak and sick in the house to recuperate without going out. Now He Siting has been ten years and six years old, and because He Daoren has won Qu Zhiyuan's trust, he has been named Wennanhou.

"Thank you for your concern." Taoist He still had a smile on his face, "I also thank Your Majesty for taking care of her for the past six years. Ting'er's long-term illness has been completely cured now, and she will be able to walk freely in the near future. It's no problem to practice martial arts."

"That couldn't be better!" Qu Zhiyuan was more excited than him when he heard that, and excitedly patted He Taoist on the shoulder: "Sir, you know that the end of October will be the fiftieth birthday of Emperor Yasukuni, and the young princess will be on this birthday Looking for a son-in-law?"

"Forgive me for being ignorant, I haven't heard of this yet." Taoist He replied humbly.

"I thought that Mr. Ting'er He must have been educated in poetry and books, talented, and very promising to become the Prince Consort of the Yasukuni." Qu Zhiyuan smiled, and his eyes were calculating: "If Ting'er becomes the Prince Consort of the Yasukuni , then my country of Bian is guaranteed again!"

He Daoren's expression did not change, and he was not surprised by the change: "Your Majesty's decision, the old man also knows that Kuang Ting'er has reached the age of marrying a wife. But the old man never thought of making him such a character as a son-in-law."

"Mr. He is indifferent to fame and wealth, so he doesn't care about it, but the grandson he has taught with his talents can't be overrated!" Qu Zhiyuan said excitedly.

"I don't dare, the current job should be to tutor the crown prince so as to take over the position of His Majesty." Taoist He took a step back and replied.

"It's okay, the prince has Mr.'s guidance, I must be relieved!" Qu Zhiyuan didn't seem to care about the other party's reaction, but he was blindly immersed in the excitement.

"If it is according to His Majesty's wishes, Ting'er will have to leave in the near future." He Dao said humanely.

"Okay, what's wrong with Mr. He?"

"I don't dare. If His Majesty wants Ting'er to assume the responsibility of the Bian Kingdom, I will let him be obliged."

"Okay, okay! Hahahaha!"

The alchemy room was filled with smoke, which obscured the corrupt emperor's laughter.

【Luyuan】

The candles in the yurt were brightly lit, reflecting the still pale face of the person on the couch.

When Wen Er opened the felt curtain, he saw Li Jinsha on the couch at first sight, and then saw Gongsun Lv with a bad complexion and the doctor who was treating him.

"Lyur, how is he?"

"There is no serious problem now. As for the reason, the doctor is still investigating." Gongsun Lvning said with eyebrows.

Wen Er glanced at the old doctor who was still treating him. He was holding Li Jinsha's pulse, his brows were tightly frowned, as if he had never encountered such a disease, and he was stuck at a critical point.

After a while, the old doctor asked, "What serious illness did Mr. Li suffer from before?"

Gongsun Lu shook his head: "I've never heard of it, he's always been in good health."

"Did you feel unwell when you first came to Luyuan?"

"not at all."

"Did you spend the winter in Luyuan before?"

"It used to go south in winter."

The old doctor frowned even tighter: "If Mr. Li didn't have any serious illnesses before, it might be because it's been so cold this year, and he won't have time to go south in the future, resulting in cold and sickness."

"Is it because of the cold weather?" Gongsun Lu frowned, and said in disbelief, "Although he is afraid of the cold, but after a few days of coldness, he hardly ever goes out and stays on the kang under the felt tent. How could something happen?"

"I'm not sure about the cold weather, but there are people from the Central Plains who came here because of winter discomfort after coming to Luyuan. The symptoms are basically similar to Mr. Li's symptoms." The doctor said: "Besides, Mr. Li is cold all over now."

"How can it be..." Gongsun Lu still didn't believe it, and reached out to hold Li Jinsha, but unexpectedly touched a piece of ice cold, which was completely different from the warmth after the cloud and rain just now, and he couldn't help feeling puzzled.

"Why don't Lu'er take him south to Changling." Wen Er said at this time: "Firstly, he came to a warmer place to recover from his illness, and secondly, the end of October is the fiftieth birthday of Emperor Yasukuni, so you should go see it too. .”

"...Okay." Gongsun Lu nodded, and then asked the doctor, "When will he wake up?"

"Right now Mr. Li is in good health, but he is still in a coma. It will take a few days, and after waking up, he will be able to recover by taking the nourishing prescription prescribed by the old man. Please don't worry too much, Prince Huyan."

"Yes, thank you."

After sending off the doctor, there are only two uncles and nephews left in the tent.

Wen Er patted him on the shoulder: "I have seen people suffering from cold disease before, just go to the south to recuperate, don't worry too much about Lu'er."

"Thank you uncle for your concern." Gongsun Lu raised the corner of his mouth, "Tomorrow I will pack up my things and take him south. Some things here will be handed over to uncle again."

"It doesn't matter, now that Luyuan's talents are beginning to take shape, Lu'er can rest assured." Wen Er said with a loving smile: "I have to go back to the king's account to deal with the affairs of the crown prince right now, so I can have a good rest."

"Of course, uncle, don't worry too much."

The candlelight in the tent is still warm, reflecting the farewell figure in front of the door.

The wind in the prairie, howling in the night, playing the song of the king, looking for the source of the elk.

【Bian Kingdom · Qiongdao Residence】

Next to the small residence, a fair-faced young man in Chinese clothes was anxiously calling to the window, over and over again, as if he wanted to drag out the people inside.

"Why are you covering your face?"

"This hall knows you are inside, come out."

"Is your illness still not cured? When will it be cured?"

Even if no one answered, he still called out like this, never tired of it, and didn't feel impatient.The dragon robe scraped across the fallen leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound.

"The old man sees His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

This is Qu Yuesheng, the fifteenth year old prince of Bian Kingdom, and he followed his prestige at this moment: "Who is Taoist? Is Si Ting recovered from his illness?"

"It's almost recovered, thank you His Royal Highness for your concern." Taoist He said humbly.

"Then can we come out to play?" Qu Yuesheng asked.

He Taoist looked at him meaningfully, and smiled kindly: "I'm afraid it's not done yet, Ting'er still needs to rest."

"That's it..." Qu Yuesheng curled his lips in disappointment.

"His Royal Highness should be going to the Imperial Study to see His Majesty right now," Taoist He reminded.

"My hall knows, Mr. Xie He reminded me." Qu Yuesheng said sullenly, and reluctantly glanced at the closed window, and then left Qiongdaoju.

He Daoren stood still in place, glanced at the leaving boy, still smiling kindly, with no waves in his eyes.

In the end, he approached Qiongdaoju, stepped into the deepest secluded pavilion, came to the window where Qu Yuesheng had been calling just now, and looked at the young man lying on the couch.

He Sting, Sting, Siting.

Taoist He stood in front of the door, An Ran looked at the boy who had already sat up, and said with a smile, "How?"

The young man's face was hidden in the loose long hair, and it was not difficult to see the unparalleled handsome outline, as well as the innate savagery and wanton ambition between his brows, just like his biological father's cruelty, ruthlessness and a little bit of stupidity that he also inherited.

Hearing He Daoren's voice, he tilted his head slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, showing a strange smile that was not a smile: "It's fine."

He Daoren put Fuchen aside, stepped forward to the dressing table, opened the drawer, took out the things he had prepared, and said with a smile: "It is destiny, Qu Zhiyuan wants you to go to the [-]th birthday of Emperor Jingguo and be a little princess His son-in-law."

The boy on the couch sneered: "You are also well informed, so why not worry first."

Taoist He smiled lightly and said nothing, maintaining his unflappable Taoist demeanor, he pulled up a stool and said, "Sit."

The young man raised his head, and on his cheeks covered by his hair, there were a pair of light gray eyes, like the clear and ethereal being reborn after purgatory.

On October [-], the seventh year of Changding, in the early morning

After the autumn rain, the coolness dyes all the trees red, and one leaf knows autumn. The only two or three red leaves on the branches are blown off by the wind, and they fall into the Nianyang Pavilion.

Yeyang didn't go, but the room was dark but warm and soft.

"tick"

"tick"

The last two drops of rain and dew fell from the eaves, splashing flowers and ripples, making the world clear.

The unchanging sound of the waves is more comfortable and peaceful in the early morning of late autumn. When the sun rises and the clouds open, the east side reveals a white belly, and the clouds are lightly blooming. The soft light pushes away the clouds and mist and slowly sprinkles into the warm Nianyang Pavilion .

The darkness receded gradually, and two cute little wooden figures on the window sill could be seen cuddling each other to enjoy the first sun, and the sunlight dragged their shadows long...

In seven years, you and I are the same.

Right next to the floor-to-ceiling wooden windows, Lian Heng and Yun Li, who were snuggled up to each other like the pair of wooden figurines, were still taking a light sleep. The two were nestled in a big fluffy quilt, and the warm breath blended together.

The early clear sunlight fell on Lian Heng's handsome and handsome face, casting a shadow, his brows were slightly condensed, and he raised his hand to block the light before slowly opening his eyes. Sentimental, now more stable and capable, but holding the one he loves in his arms is as gentle and soft as a cup of warm tea.

He moved his hand to Yunli's eyes,