my voice is poisonous

From that day on, Yan Qingjiang would from time to time pretend to be bored and do nothing all day long without Wen Yu and Ren Canglan, calling Wen Qinru out of the house to play every now and then.

He didn't go far, and he didn't even get close to the city gate. He just kept looking for new fun in the city, wandering the streets and alleys to taste new tea for lunch, and quickly searched the capital.

The stewards in the mansion always felt that this was a matter of course, and they didn't dare to be negligent, so they went to He Min's place to report diligently.

He Minzhi overdosed on Ren Canglan's medicine and was already a little confused. In the past few days without Ren Canglan to help him adjust his breath, he became more irritable and irritable. He became more and more upset, when Dang even raised the paperweight and threw it out with a loud "bang", his eyes were red and he said: "I just stare at him on weekdays, and report these useless things all day long, but I can't live well." Getting bored?!"

"Damn it! Chen...Chen..." The man kneeling on the ground was thrown in the face by the crumbs thrown by the paperweight, and when he heard the sound, he closed his eyes and kowtowed , trembling with He Min's anger, he did not forget to find all kinds of excuses to excuse himself, "I saw that the situation outside the city changed on the Qixi Festival, Master Ren came to the house to find Yan Qing to help save a close Dead friend, thinking that Yan Qing might be more capable than Lord Ren, so I paid extra attention to him... Damn you!"

This matter was reported to He Minzhi in Japan on Qixi Festival, but unexpectedly, He Minzhi was furious in the study that day, and drove them away before he finished speaking, probably because he didn't even say anything that day. Listen clearly.

Sure enough, He Minzhi squinted his eyes when he heard the words, and his sanity suddenly became three points clear. He walked down from the throne, walked around the table and walked in front of him, and asked in a deep voice: "What do you mean to save people on Qixi Festival? Give me Make it clear!"

"Yes!" The man kowtowed again. He was so shocked that he didn't dare to look up at He Minzhi. He just stared at the tip of his shoe and said in more detail, "On the day Mr. Ren disappeared, he came to the house to look for Yan Qing. , Said that someone was about to die, and asked Yan Qing to rescue him, and Yan Qing let him go. At that time, there was loud thunder outside the city, Yan Qing went for about an hour, and when he came back, he was messed up, covered in dust, and his face was covered with dust. His expression is much more relaxed. Sir Ren can’t be found anywhere now, so why didn’t His Majesty recruit Yan Qing? Maybe Yan Qing, who will be in the Master Ren’s meeting, may be able to take the place of Lord Ren for a while.”

The man knelt down on the ground after he finished speaking, his forehead could not stop shaking against the cold floor, His Majesty's temperament is already elusive, and these days have become even worse, if he accidentally said the wrong thing, he would be punished. , Everyone in the palace is in danger.

"...Oh?" The man's voice fell for a long time before He Minzhi's questioning nasal voice changed. The color of blood in the middle is mixed with a line of madness, and the hair on the temples is slightly messy, which is quite creepy.

The man looked at him inadvertently, then shivered suddenly and knelt down.

The identity of the "Mr. Yan Qing" in Wen's mansion was investigated by He Minzhi for half a year, but he found nothing. He had already faded away his doubts about him, but now he was provoked again at a single word. .After all, it doesn't matter who this person is, as long as it can be useful.

He Minzhi slowly returned to the case with his hands behind his back, sat down recliningly, tapped his fingers slightly on his legs, and suddenly smiled evilly and said: "Then declare that Yan Qing . . . see you."

"Yes!" The man hurriedly got up to leave, and quickly left the imperial study.

Before Ren Canglan left, he was refining the third medicine for Ren Canglan, which was made in the furnace on the 49th day of Bailu.It doesn't matter if he isn't there before the medicine comes out of the furnace, there are medicine attendants guarding the fire for him, according to the fire when he left, just keep adding firewood to it.

But when the medicine is refined enough and the sun comes out, Ren Canglan still hasn't returned, so things will be a little tricky.

Ren Canglan's medicine was all obtained from an ancient recipe. Others had never heard of it, and they didn't know how to take it. There were several white porcelain bottles lined up on He Minzhi's desk, waiting for Ren Canglan every day.

He had finished taking the second medicine ahead of time, and he felt uncomfortable every day without medicine, and his heart seemed to be on fire.

*****

When Yan Qingjiang was summoned, he was reviewing books with Wen Qinru in the study. Wen Qinru knew a lot more than Yan Qingjiang when it came to learning. She could still recall the example Wen Yu gave her back then, and explained it to Yan Qingjiang by inference. explain.

In the past few days, they were not just studying books, but they took the opportunity to get together and plan how to escape from Wen Mansion and go outside the city.

The two of them were in the study room, and when they heard His Majesty summoning "Mr. Yan Qingyan", they were both startled and looked at each other. After a while, Yan Qingjiang raised his hand and patted Wen Qinru on the shoulder, telling her to calm down and let her go out the door.

The butler outside the door led a stranger to stand in front of the house, and the man repeated in a high-pitched voice with no expression on his face: "But Mr. Yan Qingyan? Your Majesty called you to the imperial study, so please?"

Standing under the eaves, Yan Qingjiang glanced at the butler, and saw that he had no expression on his face, so he could only ponder it by himself, and bowed respectfully to the man with his hands together, and said in a daze, "Please, please... ...this adult leads the way."

He didn't know what the man's official position was, but he came from the palace anyway, so it's not an exaggeration to call him "Master".

That father-in-law was called "Master" for the first time, and it was quite new. He saw the boy's eyes were clear and bright, and he was a bit at a loss when he was pressing down on the inside. , exposing a section of white forearm, except for the dusty temperament, the whole country boy who is ignorant of the world and has never seen the world looks like Ren Canglan is half astute.

The father-in-law didn't refute him, and inexplicably felt a bit superior, and couldn't help but have a good impression of him, so he half-turned around and said with a smile: "I dare not be an adult, Mr. Yan just came with the miscellaneous family." .”

Yan Qingjiang thanked him, straightened his sleeves, and left with him.

Wen Qinru waited for them to get out of the courtyard before getting up, resting his hand on the door frame, feeling restless: his brother is not here, Ren Canglan has left, and now they are planning how to escape from the capital, Yan Qingjiang was summoned to see him again.

This really is--eventful autumn...

*****

Yan Qingjiang was led into the palace by that person, and along the way, his eyes were full of carved beams and painted buildings, shells and pearl palaces, so he couldn't help thinking that the palace looked like this, and he didn't know which house Wen Yu worked in every day.

When he entered the imperial study, the "adult" stepped back, the study door closed behind him, he raised his head to face He Minzhi who was behind the desk, saluted with dignity, and said: "Yan... ...Qing, I have met Your Majesty."

He Minzhi couldn't help but take a second look at his honest and straightforward appearance. Although Yan Qingjiang was about the same age as Ren Canglan,

It looks very different.

He looked straight at He Minzhi without fear or timidity, with an aura of peace and tranquility, like a fairy who has lived in the mortal world for a long time, worthy of his status as a hermit in the mountains.

The hotness in He Minzhi's chest seemed to be melted away by his gaze immediately.

"You are the monk in Wen Yu's mansion——Yan Qing?" He Minzhi propped his elbows behind his ears, lying on his side on the throne, and he couldn't help but slowly straighten his sitting posture while he was questioning him.

"Yes." Yan Qingjiang nodded in response.

"Canglan said, you are a monk on Hanyun Mountain in Weizhou, and you are half a neighbor with him?" He Minzhi stared at him with burning eyes, and he couldn't hide the eager anticipation in his eyes.

"Yes." Yan Qingjiang said again.

"I don't know, Brother Yan, how long have you been cultivating?" He Minzhi's brows were filled with joy in an instant, and his voice was suppressed deliberately, but he continued to ask casually.

Although Yan Qingjiang didn't know why he asked this question, he became more cautious. He recalled Wen Yu's previous remarks, and said carefully word by word: "I don't know the years in the mountains. I was quite young when I practiced Taoism, and I don't remember much. , When I come down to the mountain, I don’t know how many springs, autumns, colds and heats have passed in the world.”

When He Minzhi heard the words, his eyes stared at him, Yan Qingjiang looked at him calmly, saw his eyes were red, suddenly felt strange, wanted to ask if he was sick, but held back, Only waited for He Minzhi to ask again: "Has Cultivator Yan survived the thunder and calamity?"

"Never." Yan Qingjiang replied to him truthfully, he was born a half-immortal, and since he was born, he was spared the pain of thunder calamity, so he didn't need to be tribulated.

"Has Brother Yan ever taken some elixir?" He Minzhi sat upright, leaned forward, narrowed his eyes, and raised his brows slightly.

Yan Qingjiang shook his head.

"Cultivator Yan didn't pass through the thunder calamity, and refused to take the fairy medicine, then..." He Minzhi's eyes were completely narrowed, and there was a third of disbelief in his thoughts, "Then why can Cultivator Yan keep his skin and appearance? 80 years old boy?"

Yan Qingjiang's expression was clear and open, his eyes were sincere and sincere, and he slowly returned to him and said, "Maybe it's because I have a special physique, or maybe the spiritual energy on the mountain is at its peak, and I can get twice the result with half the effort in the process of cultivation."

He Minzhi: "..."

He Minzhi is a deep-minded person, so he felt that no one in this world is simple-minded. Seeing that Yan Qingjiang seemed calm but always had some unfinished meaning in his words, he said that Yan Qingjiang must have the ability to cultivate Taoism I hide it and don't want to reveal it to him.

"I think it's Cultivator Yan who is self-effacing." He Minzhi rubbed his hands a little irritably. Wen Yu is a mussel whose mouth cannot be pried open, and so is the man he is raising in the house now.

He Minzhi smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, and it was as if a cluster of evil fire had ignited in his chest, making him even more irritable.To him, this Yan Qingjiang looked like a box with hidden treasures that hadn't been opened yet, which made him very unhappy.

He praised him meaningfully with a suppressed dry smile, then changed the subject, he beckoned, let Yan Qingjiang come forward, took a white porcelain bottle from the table, uncorked the bottle, and lifted the mouth of the bottle in the air , asked Yan Qingjiang to come closer and sniff: "I invited Cultivator Yan to come here today for no other purpose. It is just a few bottles of medicine left by Ren Canglan before he left. There is also a lot of research on the way of medicine, so I invited monks."

Yan Qingjiang knew that Ren Canglan was refining medicine for the emperor, but he didn't ask him what kind of medicine he was refining. When he leaned over to the table and sniffed the mouth of the bottle, he frowned suddenly - the bottle of Chinese medicine was very fragrant. , mixed with some strange smells, spicy and chilly, extremely weird.

"This medicine...don't take too much." The smell made Yan Qingjiang's nose sore, he rubbed the tip of his nose twice, raised his eyes and said to He Minzhi in a low voice, "Although I don't know how to make medicine, but I also know that this kind of medicine whose properties conflict with each other and has not been fully fused cannot be eaten, this medicine is good, but the furnace is too hot, it is likely that in the few days after refining, the heat has not been properly controlled, and some of the properties of the medicine have been damaged."

A few years ago, Elder Mo asked people to find all the books in the family's collection and hang them in the air. Seeing that Yan Qingjiang was idle, he took a few books and threw them to him. Among them were one or two ancient books about alchemy.

Although he has never made it himself, he still knows better than He Minzhi.

He Minzhi put the cork back on the bottle carefully, and before Yan Qingjiang's words fell, his eyes turned into a frenzied joy: "Cultivator Yan is really hiding it! This medicine... Can Cultivator Yan know how to refine?"

"No," Yan Qingjiang said bluntly, "I have only read a few books and understand a little bit, but I dare not make medicine."

He Minzhi paused, the redness in his eyes slowed down for a moment and suddenly increased, his emotions suddenly rose, like a violent beast

Like, he kicked the book case out!

Yan Qingjiang dodged to hide, but was unexpectedly hit by the inkstone on the desk with a "boom" on his right shoulder, and a handful of thick ink immediately meandered down from his shoulder, staining half of his coarse linen clothes, not to mention, the coolness still flowed down his neck Sliding in, he ignored the piercing pain in his shoulder, and raised his hand to press the sachet in the neckline.

The imperial case was overturned, and the porcelain paperweight vase on the case fell to the ground in an instant. Yan Qingjiang was about to take a few steps back when he suddenly felt his throat was being choked. He looked up in surprise, only to see He Minzhi Walking in front of him, he grabbed Yan Qingjiang's neck, his facial features

Getting close, he grinned like a demon and said, "Cultivator Yan, you have to practice this medicine even if you practice it, and you have to practice it if you don't practice it. If you don't practice it—"

He Minzhi had hard calluses on his fingertips, and when he was young, he also liked to wield knives and guns. Yan Qingjiang made him pinch his five fingers so hard that he couldn't breathe well, and he couldn't lift one shoulder as if it had been dislocated, while the other hand was pressing tightly on his chest The sachet, I'm afraid it will be stained with ink.

He held back until half of his face was bruised and swollen, but he heard He Minzhi spit out the second half of the sentence in his ear: "——If you don't practice, I will use Wen Yu's sister to sacrifice to the medicine stove." .”

Don't say that Yan Qingjiang is powerless at this time, even if he still has those 60 years of skill by his side, hurting the mortal emperor and ruining his fate,

He is also determined to have a taste of the thunder strike.

Yan Qingjiang had no choice but to hear the words "Sister Wen Yu" and his eyes suddenly widened. He kindly told He Minzhi that he would not be able to take the medicine, but he suffered such a calamity for no reason. Explain to him in a good voice: "Don't threaten me with Qinru, I really can't practice that medicine—"

Before he finished speaking, He Minzhi's hand on his neck suddenly tightened again. He gasped for breath twice, but He Minzhi snorted a threatening nasal sound. He looked down at Yan Qingjiang's embarrassment, He said leisurely: "Huh? What did you say? I just said that, but I didn't hear clearly."

He was mad at times and gloomy at other times, his eyes looked insane, his body smelled strongly of medicine, Yan Qingjiang suddenly felt blessed, and realized that his red eyes must also be taking medicine.

He also knew that if he continued to haggle with He Minzhi, there might not be any good results, so he could only compromise first: "Okay, I will practice."

He Minzhi twitched the corners of his mouth when he heard the words, and pulled the corners of his mouth as he wished, and threw him into the mess. He took out a handkerchief and gracefully wiped the ink marks on his fingers, his eyes were venomous and gloomy. He stared at Yan Qingjiang with ecstasy and said: "If you want to blame, blame Ren Canglan. If he doesn't leave, the medicine will not break down, and I won't think of asking you to take over from him."

"I want to become a fairy," He Minzhi laughed twice, turned his back and walked out the door, laughing horribly and persistently, "become a fairy!"

Yan Qingjiang had a broken jade paperweight under his legs, turned his head to look at his back, smelled the word "Chengxian", and suddenly something flashed across his mind, too fast for him to catch it.

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It’s about to open up soon, the plot of these chapters has run a little bit~