Big brother didn't take medicine again today

Ruan Xingshu patted the bed beside him, and looked at Jilin expectantly: "Lady, come and sit down."

From the corner of his eyes, Ji Lin glanced at the short table next to the bed, Xiao Man was sleeping obediently in the small bed covered with brocade quilts, perhaps because it was too comfortable, it even snored.

The snoring sound was not small, Jilin moved his fingers slightly, and a small barrier covered Xiaoman, and the barrier successfully blocked the weird snoring sound.

Ruan Xingshu's eyes chased after Jilin, then looked at Xiaoman who was sleeping completely forgetful, blinked, and chuckled, "Young lady is thoughtful, I was afraid that it would disturb your sleep, so I put it outside. "

After finishing all this, Ji Lin didn't step forward, but went to the table and drank half a glass of water, poured another glass, and then turned and walked to the bed.

Jilin handed the water glass to Ruan Xingshu.

I always feel thirsty after taking a bath, and it will be more comfortable to add some water.Ruan Xingshu didn't reach out to take the cup, but leaned over and took a few sips of water from Jilin's hand, and then he patted his side again: "My lady, sit down."

Seeing the light flashing in Ruan Xingshu's eyes, Jilin Yiyan sat down, and suddenly felt that Ruan Xingshu moved to the bed and grabbed his right foot.

As soon as Jilin struggled, Ruan Xingshu clenched his hand tightly and did not let go.

"Don't move." Ruan Xingshu put Jilin's feet on his calf, and while pressing the acupuncture points on the soles of his feet, he said, "You must be exhausted after walking so far tonight. I'll massage your feet."

Jilin said: "Not tired."

The body of a cultivator is not that delicate, and he can travel thousands of miles a day, let alone just walk a little.

Sensing that Jilin wanted to pull his foot back again, Ruan Xingshu stopped him: "Oh, it's okay, you can press it if you're not tired, it won't hurt."

Before Jilin could speak, Ruan Xingshu changed the topic: "My lady, is Commander Bai's sword called Hanzhang?"

He slowly said: "Commander Bai has the Hanzhang Sword, Ming Jing also has the Chi Yan, and the loose cultivator who sells art to earn money also has a sword. Everyone in the immortal sect has their own sword. What about mine, no? Said that I am very powerful? Where is my sword? Why have I never seen it?"

After Ruan Xingshu said this, he saw a slight change in Jilin's expression, and he couldn't understand the complicated expression shining in those extremely loving eyes.

Ruan Xingshu couldn't help waving a hand in front of Jilin's eyes: "My lady?"

Jilin looked deeply into Ruan Xingshu's eyes, and said hoarsely, "Your sword is broken."

Ruan Xingshu said "Ah" and although he couldn't see anything on the surface, he felt a thud in his heart. His purpose of asking this question was just to divert Ji Lin's attention. Now it seems that his sword is to assassinate Demon Venerable Shen Ke. It was broken in time.

Ruan Xingshu gave a guilty laugh, and at the same time his mind turned quickly, trying to divert Jilin's attention again.

It was hard to coax him, just a few sweet days, and the relationship is still warming up, he can't be kicked out of the room or sleep on the floor.

This hurts the couple's relationship too much.

Ruan Xingshu said: "Isn't everyone saying that I am the No.1 of the Immortal Gate, so my sword is not ordinary, right? Why did it break so easily?" As he spoke, he secretly looked at Jilin from the corner of his eye.

Ji Lin only made a small move that didn't notice Ruan Xingshu, and said softly: "Although the swords used by the people in the Immortal Sect are not comparable to ordinary soldiers, they will break when they reach the limit of endurance, unless..."

"Unless what?"

Jilin glanced at Ruan Xingshu, and said slowly, "Unless the sword gives birth to a sword spirit."

Sword spirit?

Ruan Xingshu blinked blankly: "It sounds like you are very powerful." He said without stopping the movement of his hands.

Ji Lin looked at Ruan Xingshu, who lowered his head and carefully massaged his acupuncture points, the suppressed expression in his eyes was heavy and complicated, and there was a trace of regret and pity.

Since the existence of Canglan Continent, there have been tens of thousands of immortal cultivators, but none of them has cultivated a sword spirit. Ruan Xingshu's Lianchen Sword should have been the most likely to condense a sword spirit. Too bad...it broke.

The Lianchen Sword shouldn't have been broken, and Ruan Xingshu shouldn't have become what he is now.

It should have been his responsibility to eradicate Demon Venerable Shen Ke...

Ruan Xingshu was pressing, when suddenly he felt his palm was empty, and then he saw Jilin get off the bed in cloaked clothes, and left the room.He panicked and wondered to himself, could it be that he hadn't fooled the past, and Jilin thought about Shen Ke again, and got angry with him?

This damned devil, why is he still uneasy after death, he sticks there every day to destroy their relationship.

Ruan Xingshu scolded Shen Ke hard in his heart, and shouted at Jilin's back: "Lady, I know I was wrong, don't be angry—"

His answer was the closed door.

Ruan Xingshu: "..."

Ruan Xingshu sat there for a while, gritted his teeth for the last time, sat on the edge of the bed and bent over to put on his shoes. At this moment, the door opened, and Ji Lin went back and forth.

Ruan Xingshu was overjoyed, and saw Jilin walking in with a basin of water.

Jilin put the basin beside the bed, and said to Ruan Xingshu, "Give me your hand."

As long as Ji Lin is not angry, he can do whatever he wants.

As soon as Ji Lin finished speaking, Ruan Xingshu quickly passed his hand over.Jilin soaked Ruan Xingshu's hands in warm water, and gently wiped his slender fingers with a brocade handkerchief.

Taking advantage of Jilin's unpreparedness, Ruan Xingshu suddenly leaned over to steal a kiss. Jilin raised his eyes, his obsidian eyes quietly looked at Ruan Xingshu, and he said slowly, "What did you just say? What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Ruan Xingshu put on an innocent look, "I didn't say anything, you must have heard it wrong."

Ji Lin raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.He wrung out the handkerchief, wiped off the water on Ruan Xingshu's hands, and then put the basin aside: "It's getting late, let's rest."

Ruan Xingshu responded, lifted the quilt and lay down in: "Lady, come on, don't stand still."

Jilin said: "The quilt you cover is my quilt, and yours is on the inside of the bed."

"I'm going to cover you with a quilt." Ruan Xingshu said as he lifted the corner of the quilt, motioning for Ji Lin to lie in: "My lady, I want to hug you to sleep..."

Looking at Ji Lin's expression, Ruan Xingshu added, "Or...you can hug me?"

……

The lights in the room were turned off at some point, and Ji Lin's deep and gentle voice sounded in the darkness: "Okay, go to sleep."

The next day, afternoon.

Jilin stared at Ruan Xingshu after drinking the medicine, and sat with him for a while.

In the rare afternoon, with his lover by his side, Ruan Xingshu quickly fell asleep without any annoying worries.

Jilin pushed Ruan Xingshu: "Go back to your room and sleep."

Ruan Xingshu snorted softly, but didn't move, Jilin pushed again.Half asleep and half awake, Ruan Xingshu grabbed Jilin's hand, and rubbed against the back of his hand trustingly and full of attachment, like a cat.

After rubbing, Ruan Xingshu fell asleep holding Jilin's arm.

At this moment, Bai Zhu came in from the outside: "Your Majesty..."

Ji Lin raised a finger to his lips, and Bai Zhu immediately fell silent.

Jilin gently withdrew his hand back, then grabbed Ruan Xingshu's knees with one hand, and hugged him horizontally.His movements were very gentle and did not wake Ruan Xingshu up at all.

"Wait here for me." Ji Lin left this sentence, and carried Ruan Xingshu into the bedroom.

Carefully tucking up the quilt for Ruan Xingshu, Ji Lin left the dormitory, but Bai Zhu really stayed where he was.

Jilin said: "Is it done?"

"Yes." Bai Zhu said: "The storyteller from the teahouse last night, I have brought him according to your instructions, and he is now placed in the Lantai Hall."

Ji Lin nodded, and walked towards the Lantai Hall, followed by Bai Zhu.

Ruan Xingshu has an impression of the old man's story, which is the only thing Jilin and the others know so far. Ruan Xingshu's true and undisturbed memory.

In the teahouse last night, Jilin realized that the old storyteller was the key to understanding and even curing Ruan Xingshu's strange disease.

Who wrote the story the old man told, did he write it himself, or did he hear it from others?When was this story first heard by the common people?

When and where did Ruan Xingshu hear this story...

Why did Ruan Xingshu forget everything but this story.

What was he doing at that time, what happened, who were around him, what special meaning did that time have for him...

It is very likely that the old storyteller will find the answers to these questions—although the hope is slim, Jilin does not want to let go of any chance to heal Ruan Xingshu.

If they are lucky and can really get useful information from the old man, then the clue to cure Ruan Xingshu's disease will be much clearer.

At that time, with Ouyang Mingjing's ability, Ruan Xingshu will be cured soon.

In fact, it would be fine to leave such trivial matters as asking the old man to Bai Zhu, but at the moment when the order was issued, a strange idea suddenly popped up in Ji Lin's heart.

In the dark, he heard a voice in his heart telling him, urging him, maybe he should meet the old storyteller in person.

At the same time, Lantai Hall.

Although Lantai Hall is also in the palace, its location is even more secluded and quiet than Qingyun Hall in Jilin.The maids and servants in the palace seldom pass by here unless cleaning is required.

Bai Zhu placed the old storyteller here to avoid the eyes and ears of everyone.

An old man with gray hair walked around the house a few times anxiously—it was the storyteller of the teahouse last night.

The old man tried to talk to the two guards outside the door again: "You two little brothers, can you tell me where this place is? When will your master come?"

"It will be here soon, old man, don't worry, go in first and have a seat and drink some tea."

When Bai Zhu left, he specifically asked them to treat the old man with a better attitude and be more patient. After all, they are old, so don't scare them into trouble.

The old man stomped his feet: "Can I not be in a hurry? You brought me here and didn't tell me what happened. I'm panicking."

An attendant said: "Old man, don't get angry, you'd better go in and have a seat."

The old man squatted on the ground, holding his head and said: "I rely on storytelling to make a living. I have been talking for decades. If I hadn't heard that there are many rich people in Kyoto... Hey, if I had known, I wouldn't have come. not coming."

The old man squatted on the ground, sinking into deep regret, and suddenly heard the attendants at the door say in unison: "My lord."

The old man paused, and saw a pair of black brocade boots appearing in his field of vision. He raised his head in a daze, and met the gaze of the visitor, and then the old man's eyes suddenly lit up.

The door of Lantai Hall was closed, leaving only Ji Lin and the old man in the hall.

They stayed in the hall for several hours, until the sun went down, Jilin ordered people to send the old man back.

"Your Majesty, I have sent someone to send that old man away, and I have given him a sum of money to appease the fright he received today. Your Majesty, have you chatted with that old man for so long, do you have any idea?"

Bai Zhu rushed into the hall excitedly, when he saw Ji Lin's face at this time, he couldn't help but pause, he hesitated: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

I saw Jilin's expression was cold, and his body was surrounded by a cold and sharp aura, which was very dangerous, just like a beast that chooses to eat someone, but in contrast, one couldn't help but feel chills in the bottom of his heart.

Finally, Jilin frowned, and said hoarsely: "It's okay, go and invite Mr. Ouyang over."

Bai Zhu answered yes, and Ji Lin added, "As soon as possible."

Bai Zhu became even more suspicious, what kind of news did His Majesty get from the old man, and why did he become like this?Bai Zhu didn't dare to delay, turned around and strode out of Lantai Hall.

When Bai Zhu arrived with Ouyang Mingjing, Jilin was still sitting on the chair in the Lantai Hall, and his posture had not changed.

The only difference is that there are two dishes of side dishes and a jug of wine on the table in front of Jilin.That's not counting, there are still several unopened jars of spirits on the ground at Jilin's feet.

Bai Zhu looked at Ji Lin, feeling suspicious.He has been by Jilin's side for several years. Jilin is an extremely self-disciplined person. He said that drinking is a mistake, unless it is an occasion where drinking is necessary, he rarely touches alcohol at other times.

What did the old man tell him today?

Bai Zhu suppressed his doubts for the time being, and said to Jilin, "Your Majesty, this subordinate has brought Mr. Ouyang."

Jilin nodded, and said quietly to Ouyang Ming: "Ouyang, sit down." He picked up the jug and poured wine.

Ouyang Mingjing changed out of the blue clothes she was used to wearing on weekdays, and today she is wearing a light blue outer shirt with a white inner lining, making her look even more elegant and elegant.

Ouyang Mingjing sat down across from Jilin, his tall and beautiful nose moved, and said with a light smile, "Your Majesty wants to invite you to drink?"

Jilin's answer was to put a full bowl of wine in front of Ouyang Mingjing.

Bai Zhu silently retreated outside the hall to guard.

The Lantai hall had already been lit. At this time, the hall was quiet, no one spoke, only the sound of Jilin pouring wine could be heard.

Jilin didn't speak, Ouyang Mingjing just sat quietly, he was not in a hurry.When the wine glass was filled, he picked it up and drank it clean with Ji Lin.

Finally, after drinking five glasses of wine in one breath, Ji Lin slowly put down the glass: "Ouyang, tell me, can a person's memory be erased?"

Jilin's voice was a little hoarse. If you listen carefully, you will find a strange tremor in the end of his voice.

This question is inexplicable.

Ouyang Mingjing still answered seriously: "The Ouyang Mansion houses the entire Canglanzhou medical books and classics, which record various intractable diseases. I have read all these books, and erasing a person's memory is unheard of. "

Jilin's hand holding the hip flask had veins bulging because of too much force, and he smiled inexplicably: "I've never heard of it."

Ouyang Mingjing said: "Although this kind of thing has never been seen before, it is not impossible, but if you want to do this kind of thing, you need extremely powerful and precise control. I'm afraid it will be difficult to do it. As far as I know, those who have reached such a cultivation level in the current fairy sect..."

Jilin said: "Can Ruan Xingshu do it?"

"Master Ruan Immortal?"

Ouyang Ming frowned slightly. On the way here, Bai Zhu had already told him about Lantai Hall and Jilin's strange expressions. Ouyang Ming thought about it and tried to say: "Your Majesty, you mean that Immortal Master Ruan deliberately Erase your memory?"

He felt very absurd in his heart, why did Ruan Xingshu do such a thing?

Jilin shook his head, Ouyang Mingjing heaved a sigh of relief: "That's it?"

Jilin put the empty jug aside, picked up a jug of wine from the ground, slowly opened it and said, "Ouyang, we always thought that there was something wrong with Ruan Xingshu's memory—those weird and ridiculous memories , we always thought he had injured his brain, but we ignored another possibility."

Ouyang Mingjing couldn't help but sat up straight.

Ji Lin said: "That is, what Ruan Xingshu said is actually true."

——Ruan Xingshu said that he had rescued him from bandits, had married him, and signed a marriage contract with him, all of which may be true.

The sick person is not Ruan Xingshu, but him.

Ouyang Mingjing was obviously surprised: "Your Majesty, why do you say that? What is the basis?"

Jilin laughed, but that smile was full of bitterness and uncontrollable...weak hatred.

Three hours ago.

Jilin came to the Lantai Hall and came to the old storyteller.

The old man raised his head and met Ji Lin's eyes, and then he said pleasantly, "Master, it's you."

Jilin was slightly taken aback: "You recognize me?"

The old man exclaimed, stood up from the ground, all the restraint and fear just now disappeared, and he even stretched out his hand to Jilin.

Seeing this, the attendant at the door wanted to reprimand him, but Ji Lin raised his hand to stop him.

The old man dragged Ji Lin into the hall and sat down at the table.

After sitting down, the old man smiled at Ji Lin: "My lord, you forgot about me? We met in Yushan three years ago. You should think about it carefully, lord."

Yushan?Jilin frowned even tighter, where is that?When had he been to that kind of place?

Jilin personally picked up the kettle on the table and poured a glass of water for the old man: "Old man, you have misunderstood me. I have never been to Mount Yu."

The old man took the tea and drank half a cup, then smiled and said: "Hey, old man, I don't have any great skills, but I have the ability to have a photographic memory. Anyone I meet will never forget it after just one glance. Young Master , I'm absolutely not mistaken, it's you."

Ji Lin smiled lightly, lowered his head and drank his tea, noncommittal.

Seeing Ji Lin's expression, the old man knew that he didn't believe him, so he said: "Young master, I'm really not lying to get close, you and your brother saved my life, if it weren't for you, old man, I would have died a long time ago."

Hearing this, Ji Lin was even more convinced that the old man had misunderstood the person. He was born in the royal family, where there is no family relationship, his elder brothers all wished for his death.

Seeing that Jilin was unmoved, the old man said again: "What I said is true. Young master, since you can find me, you should have heard the story I told in the teahouse, right? That story was written by your elder brother, Thanks to this story, my life was saved. Are you really not impressed?"

Ji Lin didn't want to listen to these meaningless words, but at this moment, Ruan Xingshu's words from last night suddenly sounded in his mind.

——"Lady, the protagonist in that story has the same surname as mine, but the name is heavier than yours..."

Ruan Linlin, Ruan Xingshu, Ji Lin.

Is there really such a coincidence in the world?Jilin frowned slightly, and said, "Old man, do you still remember my brother's name? Is his surname Ruan?"

"That's right." The old man's eyes lit up, and the relief that you finally remembered flashed in his eyes: "The surname is Ruan, your elder brother's name is Ruan Xing, and your name is Ruan Ji, isn't it?"

Whether Ruan Xingshu was going down the mountain to practice or to do errands under the orders of his teacher, he used a pseudonym.He chose the name lazily, omitting the last word because his name has three characters.

This is no secret in Cloud Nine Heavens Sect.

When Ji Lin was young, he also followed Ruan Xingshu down the mountain to do errands. At that time, others asked their names, and Ruan Xingshu reported Ruan Xing and Ruan Ji.

Jilin finally looked seriously at the old man in front of him, but saw that he had no spiritual power, he was just an ordinary person.He suppressed the doubts and eagerness in his heart, and said: "Old man, please tell me exactly how you met us in Yushan three years ago."

Although the old man felt puzzled, he still followed Ji Lin's words.

The old man said: "I don't have any special skills, old man. I only have good storytelling skills. I always stay together. If the guests get tired of listening to my stories, I can't make money, so I wander around. Three years ago, I passed by Yu Yu He was unlucky to be captured by a group of bandits."

Hearing the word bandit, Ji Lin's hand on the table moved violently.

The old man continued: "The bandits robbed me of my money, and they also heard that I was a storyteller. Maybe it was too boring to stay on the mountain all day, so they asked me to tell stories to amuse them. Besides me, they never Many people were kidnapped from the town below, and they all had skills. Some of them were singers, some were jugglers, and a few of them were storytellers like me. He was very vicious and had a bad temper, and those whose performances did not satisfy him were all dragged down and buried alive."

Three years have passed, and the old man still has lingering fears when he mentions the incident: "The two storytellers in front of me are better than me in storytelling, but the bandit leader is not satisfied. Fortunately, I met you."

The old man took a sip of water from the cup in front of him, and smiled at Jilin: "It will be my turn in a day, I thought I was going to be finished, and now you are here. The story of Ruan Linlin I am telling in the teahouse is It was written by your brother. At that time, you said that you could save us, but I still didn’t believe it. I didn’t expect that the bandits were really attracted by this story. I just delayed it for two days. Later, when you got the key, we night escaped."

Jilin stared at the old man for a long time, with a strange look on his face, as if he was looking forward to something but also afraid, he said: "That's all, is there any detail missing?"

"Details?" The old man was taken aback, "My lord, what details are you referring to?"

Jilin said: "For example, a wedding."

The old man stroked his beard and suddenly said, "That's right, the day we ran away, there was a wedding ceremony on the mountain, and it is said that the bride was snatched from below..."

Ji Lin choked for breath, he didn't even hear the old man's next words.

The bandit, the bride, Ruan Xingshu, and... him.

These all matched what Ruan Xingshu said. Jilin heard his heart beating like thunder, and he managed to calm down, "Then, have you seen the bride?"

The old man shook his head: "I haven't seen this before, but speaking of it, you and your elder brother were wearing wedding clothes at that time. But it may be too dark, I misread it, you see, I am old after all, It’s normal to be wrong.”

Ji Lin's expression was already unreadable.

The old man didn't notice it, and continued: "The group of mountain bandits chased after them somehow. Your brother stuffed a map and asked me to take the others to go first. You stay behind. We guarded at the foot of Yushan Mountain. After half a month, before you came out, everyone set up a clothes tomb on the side of the road. It's great to know that you are safe and sound now. My son, is your brother okay?"

Jilin didn't answer this question, but rushed outside the hall and said, "Come here, take the old man back."

After Jilin finished speaking, Ouyang Mingjing was silent for a long time before saying: "Your Majesty, if it is true what the old storyteller said, in April three years ago, if I remember correctly, the late Emperor urgently called you into the palace, and you stayed for two days. You will return to Ziyang Mountain in the next day, that is to say, on your way back to Ziyang Mountain, you turned halfway to Yushan Mountain?"

Jilin shook his head: "I don't remember."

Ouyang Mingjing couldn't help frowning, as if she felt embarrassed: "I really never thought that such a thing would happen, Mr. Ruan Xianshi..."

Jilin murmured in a low voice: "I don't understand why he would do this."

Although Jilin's aptitude was not as good as Ruan Xingshu's, it was not bad.

Three years ago, Jilin had few opponents among the Immortal Sect, and other people would not erase his memory in Yushan so boringly, only Ruan Xingshu would do so.

There is a basis for Ji Lin to think so.

If what Ruan Xingshu said about the bandits was true, and the marriage was true, then the marriage letter was very likely to be true as well.But if they pretend to be the king of the mountain and the bride in order to rescue those people, they don't need to sign a marriage contract.

The date on the marriage certificate is May [-]th, according to what the old man said, it was after the time they stayed behind.

The contents of the marriage letter that Ruan Xingshu recited in the imperial study that day rang in Ji Lindi's mind again: "Tell Yu