my voice is poisonous

He Minzhi walked out of the study door, and two guards came in, standing in front of Yan Qingjiang, one on the left and one on the right, and the eunuch who had just led Yan Qingjiang into the palace followed immediately.

He saw Yan Qingjiang's pinch marks on his neck were clearly discernible, and he was in a state of embarrassment, with scarlet blood slowly oozing from the hem of his clothes, but as if he didn't know the pain, he sat on the broken porcelain pieces on the floor, frowning in thought, motionless.

"Yan...Young Master," the eunuch called him softly, "Your Majesty ordered that I will send you to Master Ren's alchemy room."

Hearing the sound, Yan Qingjiang raised his head and responded. He supported the ground and got up, his hand was pressing on the broken paperweight, and his fingertips were scratched by the sharp break. For a moment, he wiped the blood on the hem of his clothes casually, without even looking at it.

Yan Qingjiang adjusted his clothes expressionlessly, then raised his eyes and replied, "Let's go."

He looked indifferent and calm, although his eyes were gloomy, he was not flustered, his brows were flat, his posture was upright, suddenly he seemed to be half a world away from the inner courtyard of the palace.

The eunuch looked at him silently, as if Yan Qingjiang had transformed from an ignorant and naive little prince in Wen's mansion into an unkind mountain monk in an instant.

Yan Qingjiang casually followed the hem of his clothes, put his hands behind his back, and walked out of the mess.

"Mr. Yan, please." The eunuch stretched his hand sideways, Yan Qingjiang stepped out of the imperial study door, and the two guards followed closely behind.

The eunuch took him out of the palace gate to the Grand Hospital, and after being notified, he brought him into Ren Canglan's alchemy room.

Ren Canglan's alchemy room was not cluttered, and things were arranged in an orderly manner. Yan Qingjiang walked around the alchemy furnace, casually rummaging through the few herbs left on the table—he didn't recognize any of them.

"This is Mr. Yan who will take over as your lord these days," the eunuch whispered to someone outside the door, "Your Majesty, please don't neglect him."

Someone outside the door replied respectfully: "Yes."

"Also," the eunuch deliberately suppressed his voice again, "This Lord Yan goes in and out of the imperial hospital, and he needs to follow these two adults from time to time behind him, and he must not be allowed to leave without authorization."

After a pause, the person outside the door said again: "I remember it."

After the eunuch finished explaining, leaving behind the two guards who guarded the gate, they left, and there was a sudden silence outside the gate.

Yan Qingjiang picked up a half-open scroll in the room, stood and read a few pages roughly, seeing the bold and unrestrained handwriting on the book, he knew it was undoubtedly Ren Canglan's handwriting.

"I don't know if he can find where the mountain ghost is and save Shichuan's life." Yan Qingjiang leaned on the table and then worried about Ren Canglan and Shichuan.

Fortunately, there is still a long time before Shichuan's soul is gone, Yan Qingjiang thought, there is no need to worry too much.

He sighed for a while, then lifted the hem of his clothes, and sat down on the floor in front of the cool alchemy stove that had been extinguished.

Since ancient times, there are not a few emperors who want to seek immortality and ask questions. Wen Yu and his words have also listed some miscellaneous things, but he has never heard of something as crazy and absurd as He Min in the Southern Wei Dynasty.

Who would imprison a person who has never made medicine and force him to make elixir for him?Yan Qingjiang was very depressed, he only thought that the emperor's brain had been damaged by taking medicine, and one could tell from his red eyes that he might have ruined at least several decades of his life in vain.

Yan Qingjiang sat cross-legged on the ground, and sat for half a day. He has lived all these years, and he has practiced the skill of meditation to the peak.

It wasn't until ten minutes after sunset that he carried Ren Canglan's handwritten letter in his pocket, and opened the door from the alchemy room. The two guards outside the door immediately asked, "Your Excellency, are you going back to your residence?"

Yan Qingjiang nodded in response: "It's too late today, come back tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he went out, and the two followed him like a shadow, and followed him all the way back to Wen Mansion.

"You..." Yan Qingjiang went up the corridor and was about to look for her in Wen Qinru's courtyard, when he turned around and saw the two people still silently lingering behind him, he was puzzled.

"My lord, don't blame me," one of them said, "From now on, the two of us will always be by your side. You can do whatever you want, and don't pay attention to us."

Yan Qingjiang only felt that Ren Canglan's escape might have caused the emperor to suffer from some kind of illness, and he was so cautious that it was really unbearable.

Yan Qingjiang and those two people looked at each other for a long time, feeling helpless, he could only let the two of them follow, as if they had two pairs of eyes behind their backs, feeling uncomfortable all over.

Before he went down the corridor, he saw Wen Qinru sitting in front of the pond in the garden, her slender back showing uneasiness for no reason. She turned her head when she heard the sound, and when she saw that it was Yan Qingjiang who had returned, she got up and ran towards him past.

There is a stone path built beside the pond. In autumn, it is often beaten by frost, dew and rain, making it a bit inconvenient to walk.Wen Qinru was holding the corner of her skirt, and was slipping on the gravel road unexpectedly, almost falling down.

"Run slower!" Yan Qingjiang said, "Be careful!"

Wen Qinru responded, but her feet still didn't stop. She walked up the corridor in two steps, and stood in front of the corridor, panting slightly.

The lamps on the corridor have been lit one by one, and the candlelight passes through the bright red lantern paper, leaving a warm red light path.

Yan Qingjiang was standing on the other side of the light path, looking at Wen Qinru on the other side, his lips curled up, and he was about to cry: "I thought you were gone too."

The surprise in her eyes, mixed with the panic and worry that has not completely receded, made Yan Qingjiang deeply understand that she was still a 16-year-old girl, and her family disappeared overnight, which was her greatest fear .

Her elder brother is not here now, Yan Qingjiang is her only remaining support.

With a slight smile on his lips, he took a few steps forward, and raised his hand to push the messy hair from her forehead behind her ears, just like what Wen Yuchang did to her, Yan Qingjiang did not avoid the people behind him, His eyes suddenly turned warm: "I promised your brother to take care of you, why did you leave?"

"Then where are you going? You...why did your neck hurt so badly?" Although Wen Qinru said that he was not as close as Wen Yu to him, she really regarded him as a relative. The few bruises on his neck were all obviously protruding, and he could not suppress the blame and fear, "If you go away and don't come back for a long time, I will treat you as being locked up by His Majesty. I don’t like talking very much. If you really offend His Majesty with your unscrupulous words, how can I rescue you if my elder brother and elder brother Ren are not here? I thought I was just worrying about the sky, but now it seems that you... You... still offended His Majesty, didn't you?"

Yan Qingjiang was startled when he heard the words, and then he couldn't help laughing, and his heart became warmer again. He motioned for her to walk and talk, and said bluntly: "It's just a few words of dispute. Your Majesty wants me to refine medicine for Cang Lan. But it's not much different from locking me up."

Wen Qinru walked a few steps forward with him, then looked behind Yan Qingjiang, and saw the two men behind Yan Qingjiang were tall and strong, with long knives hanging from their waists, and understood his " The meaning of the word "off".

Wen Qinru's expression suddenly became a little flustered, she knew the hexagram, and she was a little worried when Ren Canglan couldn't return that day, and she was completely confused when Yan Qingjiang asked her today.

"In the past few days, I'm afraid I have to go to the alchemy room to refine medicine for Cang Lan." Yan Qingjiang told her again, "Don't worry too much."

Wen Qinru nodded slowly, and Yan Qingjiang glanced at her, thinking that she was still afraid, then turned the subject with a smile: "Stop talking about that, let's have dinner."

Wen Qinru said anxiously: "...Okay."

Yan Qingjiang came down to the corridor and saw that she was still out of her mind, so he naturally raised his hand to support Wen Qinru. Wen Qinru came back to his senses in shock, and blinked his eyelashes a few times. The next moment, he saw Yan Qingjiang As if nothing had happened, he asked her casually, "Qinru, can you tell me about Wen Yu?"

Wen Qinru was also thinking about Wen Yu, and was stunned when he heard the words, and wondered if he had heard someone say something and guessed the content of the hexagram?She asked him again uncertainly: "Say what?"

"Tell me about him—how did he and Canglan meet?" Yan Qingjiang turned his head to look at her and said, "I'm a little curious."

If you want to elaborate on this paragraph, the hexagrams can't be hidden from him. Wen Qinru met his eyes, and suddenly said in his heart, Wen Yu is an open and upright person, if it is not in the way, there will be He Min It's inconvenient to talk to Yan Qingjiang about these things in Chang'an, and Wen Yu might have confessed to him a long time ago.

After Wen Qinru figured this out, she thought that those who could enter Wen's mansion should be people close to and trusted by He Minzhi. She must know a lot about Wen Yu, so she didn't have to avoid it, so she also Regardless of the two people behind him, he nodded with Yan Qingjiang and said, "Okay, let me tell you."

Wen Qinru told him how He Minzhi found Wen Yu, asked for divination, and how he was brought back to Beijing by someone, and half-forced Wen Yu to find that "water" for him. How did Yu go through a spring and summer, and finally brought Ren Canglan back to the palace, and she was also imprisoned in the Sitian prison without freedom...

She stopped here, and the two of them had already arrived at the dining table from the corridor. Yan Qingjiang sat down without saying a word, staring at the basin of rare soup in the middle, thinking like a mirror in his heart: He finally knows Wen Yu Why did he go all the way to northern Xinjiang, and why did he change his name.

Yan Qingjiang...Ren Canglan...I'm afraid that because he is guarding the ascension ladder that must pass through to become an immortal, he himself is the "water". As soon as his people left, it was as if the screen between him and He Min had been moved away...

Fate is always fate, Yan Qingjiang sighed in his heart, what was ordained by God, there is no way to change it.

He thought through all of these things, although his face remained calm, the word "Wen Yu" was rolling up and down in his heart.

He really wanted to find him and ask him, how dare he hide himself in his home so blatantly, isn't he afraid of the day when the incident will happen?

*****

Yan Qingjiang was sent to Tai Hospital by those two people every day, and was sent back to Wen Mansion at sunset.

He studied Ren Canglan's not-so-detailed handwriting several times, but he still didn't know how to match those herbs into the furnace.

I'm afraid that He Minzhi, who is anxiously waiting for the elixir, will threaten him with Wen Qinru again in a few days.

Yan Qingjiang has guarded the sacred tree for more than [-] years, and he has been on the verge of breaking it frequently in the past few days.

Fortunately, he had almost memorized the route from the Imperial Hospital to Wen's Mansion, so he planned to take Wen Qinru and get out as soon as possible after finding a gap in two days.

As the end of July approached, the capital city became colder and colder, and because of the frequent rain, the sky was extremely overcast, and thick clouds gathered in the sky, which seemed to collapse the next moment.

Yan Qingjiang got up in the morning and put on an extra coat, and was "destroyed" to go to the imperial hospital, and felt that the atmosphere was not quite right along the way.

It has been more than a month since Wen Yu went to war, and even Ren Canglan has not heard from him for [-] days, and Yan Qingjiang was also forced to cultivate his mind.

Thinking, he turned his eyes to the several imperial physicians gathered in a private conversation, and deliberately walked a few steps behind them.

"...It's true! My nephew works in the Ministry of War. When he came back yesterday, he said that His Majesty has no intention of governing these days.

The military newspapers delivered in the past few days were suppressed and unread, and the new military newspapers arrived yesterday, only then did I realize..."

"...Ah! Did you really lose the first battle?"

"No! How should I put it... Hey... It is said that... I met a mountain torrent..."

"What about now? Didn't you just say that yesterday's battle report said that you won a battle?"

"That being said... Shhh, I can whisper it to you guys... If you spread the word, you'll lose your head

of......"

Those people put their heads together and muttered in a low voice. Yan Qingjiang only heard intermittently that it was about the military situation on the front line, so he moved closer to them with a calm expression, and stood quietly behind those people, eavesdropping sideways.

The two guards behind him looked at each other, but they had never seen someone eavesdropping and stealing so uprightly as this Lord Yan.

"Do you know the supervising army of Si Tianjian? It is the one who has always been friends with Lord Ren. It is said that he has a private discord with the prince. He pointed the wrong way with the prince near the border, causing the prince's army to encounter a mountain torrent. Not to mention the heavy loss, even the prince..."

When Yan Qingjiang heard the three words "Sitianjian", there was a sudden "buzz" in his head, and his limbs immediately became cold. Among the rebellious army... disappeared! Not even the corpse was found!"

"Oh my God!" Someone exclaimed with a suppressed voice, "Then...then what now?!"

"Right now? Right now, we still don't see people alive, people don't see dead bodies!"

"Fortunately, when the mountain torrent happened ahead, the troops in the rear withdrew faster...General Song is now leading people to stop the enemy, and General Zhao is still looking for the crown prince..."

"The military newspaper that came yesterday put all the mistakes on the supervising army, and that lord may be taken back to Beijing..."

Just as Yan Qingjiang heard the last sentence, "I'm afraid I'm going to be taken back to the capital...", his face was pale, and his mind was in a mess, when suddenly another person came in from the door in a hurry, Standing at the entrance of the hall with a sharp voice, he shouted loudly, "Stop talking together! The emperor vomited blood in a hurry, and the queen also fell down! The palace is in chaos, and there are not enough people on duty. Come and follow me!" me together

Walk! "

Suddenly someone said such a word, and after a long while in the hospital, the pot exploded.

"Hurry up! Take the medicine box and follow me!" The eunuch repeatedly shouted in the front hall, and the gathered imperial doctors looked at each other for a moment, and gave each other a "really so" look, and then Hurry up and leave, and each go to the medicine box to see the doctor.

Standing in the messy front hall, Yan Qingjiang felt his mind go blank.

"Master Yan," the two guards behind him waited for half of the imperial hospital to be vacated, and couldn't help calling him back to God, "Master Yan

Man, it's time for you to go to the alchemy room. "

Yan Qingjiang nodded when he heard the sound, his eyes were empty, and he walked towards the alchemy room with empty steps.

He pushed open the door, then sat in front of the alchemy furnace, and did not move.

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