treacherous beauty

Hua Yu was not surprised by Wei Xuanlang's indifference to the struggle for imperial power, and said in a calm and unhurried manner: "The general suddenly returned to Beijing at the end of last year, who said it wasn't because of the battle in Beijing."

Wei Xuanlang said lightly: "Someone wants me back."

He already knew who that person was.

But he didn't hate him at all, and he wouldn't ask Xue Yong, and he was even annoyed why he didn't come back earlier.

Hua Yu's eyes suddenly froze, and he couldn't hide his worried expression: "I always feel that Mr. Xiao is afraid that the world will not be chaotic."

When he was young, he experienced court turmoil, his family was in turmoil, death and death, and the fear of troubled times was rooted in his blood, so he had inexplicable hostility towards Xue Yong.

But he couldn't figure out what Xue Yong was going to do.

"He won't." Wei Xuanlang said firmly without thinking, "Even if he wants to take revenge, he won't take the lives of the people in the world to sacrifice to heaven."

Even though he missed 15 years, he still knew that his elder brother Xiao Yan was born with a gentleman's character, and he was definitely not that kind of narrow-minded person.

But I just want to draw out the person behind me.

"Fei Qing." Hua Yu felt as if a knife had been stabbed in his heart, and said bitterly, "If one day he takes advantage of you, what will you think?"

Are you still willing and happy?

Wei Xuanlang choked suddenly.

He is going to marry the young master, how can he think about it, naturally he is protecting him, what does he want to do, the young master must not risk his life to accompany him.

"You don't need to answer." Hua Yu looked sideways at the cold spring, and changed the subject casually: "Where do you get the water for making tea from?"

Wei Xuanlang nodded: "How?"

"The shade is appropriate." He took out a white silk handkerchief and touched his lips: "This subordinate will take my leave first."

Before the tea is cold, people are far away.

***

It was night, and the stars were bright.

Xue Yong woke up from the extreme pain and heat, his eyes were pitch black, he opened his eyes wide and couldn't find any light, he felt a sudden palpitation in his heart, he felt for water, but was picked up by a hug, the man asked him: " Want some water?"

"Fei Qing." The coolness on his body made Xue Yong wake up a lot, and he said in a vague voice, "Why are you here?"

Wei Xuanlang flicked his fingers to light up the oil lamp: "I'm here when the spies come back with information."

In fact, the spies haven't arrived yet, and I don't want to tell Xue Yong that I am worried about him. It has been more than ten days since I took Zuichunsan for the last time.

But he still can't say anything like worry.

Xue Yong suppressed the irritability in his body like a volcano about to burst, and smiled lightly: "Is it a good thing or a bad thing?"

Wei Xuanlang frowned, his eyes brushed his cheeks, his black eyes were slightly hostile, and he said in a deep voice, "Please come in, Mr. Gongsun."

Xue Yong was startled again: "Yuebai is outside?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gongsun Yuebai came in, followed by the bald monk Yunxu, the two of them were shocked when they saw Wei Xuanlang's face for the first time, and after a few glances, they turned to Xue Yong. It was to Wei Xuanlang: "He is seriously ill."

Wei Xuanlang raised his eyelids and glanced at the two, his eyes fell on Yunxu's face: "Master said earlier that he can cure this poison."

Yun Kuan could see clearly that the expression in Wei Xuanlang's eyes changed, obviously he was worried about Xue Yong's condition, and his heart was a little confused.

After Fu Lu's death, there was no less toxic Zuichun Powder available in the folks or on the black market. Xue Yong hadn't taken any medicine for more than half a month, and the mercury poison in his body couldn't be suppressed. As a last resort, he had to find Gongsun Feng who seemed to have followed Xue Yong for a long time, and Gongsun Feng also found Monk Yun Kuan, no, the two came here together.

The little monk Yun Kuan showed a solemn smile: "You poor monk, please try it. General Jing'an, please go out for a while."

Wei Xuanlang nodded and looked at Xue Yong: "I'll wait outside."

The poison in Xue Yong's body flared up for a while, and now it's dormant again, he said with a smile: "Little General Wei is really easy to deceive."

He also wanted to ask Yun Kuan how much money Wei Xuanlang had blackmailed, but he was afraid of suffering from the loss of the two of them, so he held it in his stomach, almost hurting himself internally.

There was no wave in Wei Xuanlang's eyes, he turned around and went out.

Yun Kuan looked at Xue Yong with a tired face: "I didn't expect that Xiu Luo's hair is so good-looking, Qing Yan, you are not at a loss."

Xue Yong: "Bring it."

Yun Kuan clutched his purse tightly: "What?"

"Don't pretend to be garlic, how much silver did he give you?" Xue Yong lay beside the bed, his cheeks were as red as red plums in winter.

Gongsun Feng interrupted from the side: "Qingyan, Yun Kuan and I spent more than half a month just looking for the prescription and medicinal materials."

"Left and right just stole the prescription from the palace..." Before he finished speaking, Gongsun Feng covered Xue Yong's head with a quilt: "Little ancestor, I'm afraid that Shura won't be able to hear you."

Yun Kuan took out the medicine bottle from his close-fitting cloth bag, and held the water very courteously: "Come on, little ancestor, drink the medicine."

5 taels of silver, even if he had to serve him half a year in undressed clothes, it would still be worth it.

Xue Yong grabbed his sleeve, his eyes darkened: "Say, how much?"

Yun Kuan and him looked at each other, and suddenly felt guilty: "Five... 5000 taels."

5000 two.

God damn pit ah.

Wei Xuanlang, you are a hammer.

Xue Yong pushed him away, took a deep breath of the fragrance of Zuichunsan, and it took him [-] points of strength to restrain the urge to beat someone: "Get out, don't let the young master see you again."

Yun Kuan: "..."

your uncle.

He pulled Xue Yong's wrist, could not help finding the pulse, touched it for a while and shook his head again and again, his tone was very like a genius doctor: "The poison of mercury sand is chronic, it will kill you, it's just another kind of poison that is fierce, so we can't delay it." .”

After he finished speaking, Xue Yong and Gongsun Feng were silent, and Gongsun Feng even turned his face away, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Fifteen years ago, after the disaster of the Xiao family, Xue Yong, who was seven years old, escaped alone. He did not dare to stay in the capital, and went south to join the Xue family by begging. He was born meticulously, trying to raise him to be a cash cow in the future. The little child is very stubborn, but he refuses to learn the methods of serving people. Day by day, I don’t know how many dirty poisons in Fengyuelou have been poured into him. The unspeakable things of the people, and the accumulated experience in his body, are untestable today. No matter how skilled the doctor is, he can't prescribe the right medicine. He can only hope for those herbs that can cure all kinds of poisons. It can be said that the medicines in the world are all three-point poisonous. There is no one that can cure all poisons. It's impossible to completely wipe out a temporary life.

Unless Hua Tuo is reborn!

Gongsun Feng rubbed the center of his brows, and asked bitterly, "Bleed again?"

The bloodletting he said is to use a knife to cut an opening on the arm or thigh, let out two large bowls of blood, and then drink several large bowls of water, temporarily suppressing the poison in the body, but this method was used in the early years. Fortunately, Xue Yong's body has been getting weaker and weaker day by day over the years, not to mention pouring out two big bowls of blood, even one bowl, if he fails to do so, he can take half of his life.

Yun Kuan looked at him and shook his head: "Then put less, one bowl."

……

When Wei Xuanlang came in again, he found Xue Yong with one hand hanging by the side of the bed, blood dripping from his white wrist, his expression changed slightly, he strode forward to touch the breath of the person on the bed, then turned around and grabbed Gongsun Feng The placket: "What's going on?"

What about the medicine that cost 5 taels of silver?

A look is to fool him.

Yun Xu hid behind Gongsun Feng, poked out a simple and honest round head with a smile: "Jing...Little General Jing'an, please be safe and don't be impatient, the poor monk promises that Mr. Xue will get better soon." ..."

"You guys." He was interrupted before he finished speaking, Wei Xuanlang's voice was full of restraint: "Give me the formula."

Forget it, I still rely on my own people, if I want to come to the formula, find a doctor who is with the army.

Gongsun Feng was worrying about how to make up this lie, suddenly Yun Xu's expression turned blank, and he grabbed his sleeve: "Young Master Xue seems to be dying."

The blood flowing from Xue Yong's arm gradually turned black, and some dirty blood slowly flowed down the knife edge and splashed onto the ground.

"Qingyan." Wei Xuanlang's voice trembled.

"Little General Wei." Gongsun Feng knelt down and said, "Except for Zui Chun San, the only one who can prescribe medicine for my young master these years is Wei Ling in the palace. No one can save young master except him."

But the imperial physician Wei who could save lives in the palace only listened to Jian Chengcong, and no one else could manipulate him no matter what.

Therefore, Xue Yong's life is in Jian Chengcong's hands. If he doesn't nod, he will have to wait for death.

Wei Xuanlang glanced at him expressionlessly, his eyes fell on Xue Yong for a moment, then turned and left.

***

"I can save him, but I want the general to exchange it with something." A cold fragrance of ambergris lingered in the imperial study room, and Jian Chengcong stared angrily at the sight that suddenly flew before him without a sound. The handsome general said.

The guards in the palace are really useless, they let a Wei Xuanlang feel as if he was in the land of no one, and he can come and go freely.

Wei Xuanlang's eyes were as cold as water: "What does Your Majesty want?"

Whatever he has.

"The talisman for dispatching troops from Yinhu Pass." In one sentence, he let it go silently.

Wei Xuanlang's body trembled invisibly: "Your Majesty, the soldiers at Yinhu Pass have always only guarded the frontier. No matter whether the soldier amulet is in Xuanlang's hands or in His Majesty's, they will be loyal to defend the country. The foreigners violated an inch of our Daxi Dynasty territory."

"Fei Qing, I don't want to talk to you about this today." Jian Chengcong continued coldly, "Is there anything else?"

It was too late and then it was too late, the Fengqing sword in Wei Xuanlang's waist was placed in front of his imperial case, the sword's energy screamed, and the cold light forced people: "Your Majesty, I don't want to spoil the courtesy of a monarch and a minister."

Jian Chengcong flicked his sleeve robe suddenly: "Entering the palace with a sword without authorization, I don't think you know how to write the word "junchen" at all."

Outside the imperial study room was already surrounded by guards, arrow clusters everywhere, a cold arrow whizzed away from the bowstring, whistling towards Wei Xuanlang's back and heart——

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