my voice is poisonous

When Yan Qingjiang calmed down, the outside was completely silent. He turned his head and glanced at the wooden door that was closed by someone at some time, his face sinking like water.

After his eyes changed a few times, he got up and went to the desk, raised his hand to pick up a few herbs, and threw them into the half-opened alchemy furnace.

The alchemy furnace hadn't been used for half a month, the water in it had dried up, leaving a white mark.

Yan Qingjiang picked up the half pot of tea left on the table yesterday with a blank expression, raised his hand and poured it on the firewood pile in the corner. When he came back, he lifted his robe and squatted down, skillfully piled it under the alchemy stove, took the dry straw and firewood, and ignited the wet wood bit by bit.

Yan Qingjiang held a cattail fan in his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and rounded his arms to fan the wind vigorously from side to side. After a while, the flames under the stove rose up to the height of half a person along with a puff of thick white smoke. There was a sudden "crack" in the pill furnace, as if the herbs were burnt and burst open.

"Wet wood produces smoke" was originally taught by Wen Yu. Yan Qingjiang raised his sleeves to cover his mouth and nose, held his breath and closed his eyes, and his subordinates continued to fan the wind. .

The thick smoke in the room was mixed with a bitter smell, and a little leaked out from the crack of the door. The guards outside the door looked at each other, and called out to the door tentatively: "Lord Yan?"

"I'm fine!" Yan Qingjiang withdrew his sleeves, calmed down and replied, "I'm making a fire to refine medicine, the fire is too big, and the herbs are burnt."

The two guards outside the house looked at each other. Although they didn't ask any more questions, they became more vigilant.

Yan Qingjiang continued to fan the fire calmly, until the thick smoke enveloped the entire alchemy furnace into a seven-point invisible state. He was about to throw the cattail fan in his hand, but the two people outside the door had already become suspicious in advance, and called He slammed open the door without making a sound and rushed in.

Yan Qingjiang shoved the fan under the stove quickly, closed his eyes and stood up, coughing and shouting to the passers-by: "Quick... quickly find water! The alchemy room is on fire!"

He seemed to be blinded by the smoke, covering his eyes with one hand and groping around in front of him with the other. Seeing this, one guard hurriedly helped him to the door and sat down, while the other went to ask the rest of the Tai Hospital to carry water to put out the fire.

Yan Qingjiang sat on the ground and coughed until he was in the dark, with black marks on his face. He was funny and pitiful. He raised his face and turned his head from side to side. His expression was anxious, as if he was looking for someone. The guard lowered his head and asked him Said: "Master Yan, what do you want?"

"In the room... Hurry up and take out all the herbs in the room!" Yan Qingjiang stood up with his arms, and made a gesture to rush in the door. He said anxiously, "The rooms are full of rare and precious herbs. If it is burned, it will be impossible to find it for a while!"

That guard is His Majesty's close attendant, he must be very clear about He Minzhi's desire to become an immortal, and when he heard the words, his face changed, he threw away Yan Qingjiang and rushed into the room, and rushed straight to the table, to go He took the remaining herbs into his arms and hugged them.

There was too much smoke in the room, and it made his eyes ache in an instant. The guard frowned and stepped out of the door in two steps, when he saw another guard bringing someone over with a bucket. The man saw him coming out of the alchemy room alone. When I came out, my heart suddenly "clicked".

"Where is Lord Yan?" The guard grabbed him, and the others stood in front of the door and poured buckets of water into it. With the clear sound of water falling to the ground, there was a "wow", and the bucket seemed like cool well water. It was because he poured the head of the guard who was holding the herbal medicine, and he understood instantly.

He struggled to half-open his eyes, met the flustered eyes of his colleague, ignored the cause and effect, and only gritted his teeth and said sharply: "Run away! Chase!"

*****

Yan Qingjiang lured the guard into the alchemy room, then turned around decisively and ran away.

He deliberately paid attention to remembering the way these days, and now he stepped on the corridor railing all the way to use his strength to move forward when he got out of the Tai Hospital in the chaos.

Although he had lost his magic power, he still had the half-immortal body after all, his body was more than one or two points lighter than ordinary people, and he managed to escape without any effort.

Yan Qingjiang entered the market, stepped into the hustle and bustle of the world again, and only came up with a bold idea—it is better to hit the sun than to choose the day, since he wanted to escape the capital, he would not wait any longer, taking advantage of this chaotic situation—— It's today!

After he sent Wen Qinru to the Houwu tribe in northern Xinjiang, the war might not be over yet, and he still had time to return to Beijing. When Wen Yu was escorted back to the city, he would be rescued!

He wanted to try, whether Wen Yu's "heavenly decision" dilemma was really unbreakable!

A flash of determination and determination suddenly appeared in Yan Qingjiang's eyes, he turned and drifted into a remote alley, and then quickly headed for the back door of Wen Mansion.

*****

Yan Qingjiang had never had the idea of ​​running away before, so he never noticed that He Minzhi had made such perfect preparations to prevent him and Wen Qinru from escaping—in today's Wen Mansion, there are even two people standing at the back door. The guards from the palace guarded.

Yan Qingjiang lay on the corner of the wall, poked his head out and cautiously looked at the back door for a moment, leaned his back against the wall, closed his eyes and recalled the layout of Wenfu, then took a few steps back, then turned around and stepped on the courtyard wall Leaping up with strength, he flipped over lightly with two strokes.

Yan Qingjiang landed silently, like a cat, just fell into the courtyard where he and Wen Yu lived.

Seeing that there was no other movement around, he took a few steps forward lightly, lifted the back window of his room, and jumped into the room through the window.

Yan Qingjiang didn't stay long when he entered the house, he picked up a coat at random, carefully wrapped Wen Yudiao and his pear flower lamp on the table into the clothes, carried the lamp behind him, and grabbed the two sleeves from his shoulders. Slanted over the waist and tied in a knot in front of the chest.

Before he left the house, he glanced hurriedly into the house. It was noon at that time, and the thick clouds outside suddenly parted, and the long-lost sunlight jumped into the window lattice, and just fell on the wooden frames. The objects he made were shining brightly.

He was silent for a moment, then stepped forward quickly, took off the bamboo flute hanging on the wall and pinned it to his waist, then turned and left again.

Wen Qinru's courtyard is next to Wen Yu, Yan Qingjiang climbed over the wall after leaving the room, pushed open the door of Wen Qinru's room, and put his finger on his lips before she could speak. Signaled her to be silent.

"Why did you come back so early today?" Wen Qinru suppressed an exclamation, put down her needle and thread, got up and walked a few steps forward, and asked in a low voice.

"Let's talk about it on the way," Yan Qingjiang said directly in a low voice, "I'll take you out of the city right now, do you have anything you must take with you? Find it quickly."

When Wen Qinru heard the words, she turned her head to look at the stringed piano on the table, and Yan Qingjiang followed her, wanting to laugh inappropriately.

Both of them have the same thoughts, if there is something that must be brought, the first thing that comes to mind is that Wen Yu put in a lot of effort to make it for them.

"It's quite inconvenient to carry the piano with you. We will live with my brother in the future and let him make it." Wen Qinru was more decisive than Yan Qingjiang imagined, she seemed to understand what he was thinking, She raised her head and smiled at him, then went to the bedside to put the money bag prepared in the past few days into her arms, and said, "Let's go."

Yan Qingjiang nodded in response, and as soon as the two of them left the house, they saw the steward of Wen's residence leading people rushing in towards the courtyard door.

"Mr. Yan, stay!" Seeing that Yan Qingjiang really returned to the mansion, the steward knew that he must run away with Wen Qinru. !"

Yan Qingjiang dragged Wen Qinru back a step.

"Mr. Yan!" The steward only heard people from the palace claiming that if Yan Qingjiang returned to the mansion, he would have to stop him, but he didn't know the whole story. He led people closer and saw a flustered Wen Qinru on his side. , his mind changed suddenly, and he suddenly came up with a plan, and persuaded him with a shy smile, "The people in the palace only thought that the young master had some conflicts with them, although I don't know what happened, but I see that the young master is going to leave now. The little one dared to mention something to the young master, the young lady has not left the court, if the young master took her away today, it would be a stigma of 'elopement', not to mention Mrs. Wen's hard to explain, the young lady's reputation will be ruined. It was also destroyed in the hands of the son!"

The steward tried his best to persuade him to stay, but he didn't know that Yan Qingjiang brought Wen Qinru to escape for his life. Since he was fleeing for his life, is the name important?

The two of them looked at each other, and they were keenly aware that there seemed to be vaguely noisy human voices coming from outside the wall!

There are people at the front door, and there must be people outside the wall at this time!

In an instant, Yan Qingjiang thought that the pursuers had arrived, and they were outflanking them from inside and outside!

Before he had time to think about countermeasures, he pulled Wen Qinru and ran towards the wall, saying, "Hold me tight!"

Wen Qinru was entangled only for a moment, and at the critical moment, she couldn't take care of the taboo. She raised her arms and put her arms around Yan Qingjiang's shoulders. wall.

"Mr. Yan!" The butler couldn't stop him in time, he didn't expect that Yan Qingjiang could fly out of the courtyard wall with one person.

"Go out and chase!" He turned his head and ordered the servants behind him, almost regretting it.

The number of Yan Qingjiang overturning the wall in one day is more than the sum of the previous 80 years.

Unexpectedly, the two of them had just landed, and the next moment they were suddenly surrounded by soldiers rushing from all directions. The armor collided with each other with a crisp sound, and the unsheathed weapon reflected a dazzling cold light in the sun.

Wen Qinru's arm around Yan Qingjiang tightened immediately.

Yan Qingjiang leaned his back against the fence, and he didn't panic. The scene at this time was also in his expectation.

He pulled Wen Qinru's arm around his shoulders, held it in his left palm, calmly raised his head and looked around - Wen Yu taught him to "consider the situation and not act rashly".

That team of troops followed rules and regulations, and the armor on their bodies was exquisitely crafted. He thought they were not ordinary soldiers, but he glanced sideways and roughly counted, but the number of people in front of him was not that many, only twenty or so. It became a little more stable.

He held Wen Qinru's hand, squeezed it, and comforted her silently, and then he saw someone walking out from behind the team.

That person was one of the guards who was tricked away by Yan Qingjiang in the imperial hospital.

The guard was the first to realize that Yan Qingjiang wanted to escape by burning the alchemy room, so he sent another guard to report to the palace, and he led a team of forbidden troops to Wen's mansion to intercept him.

He arrived at the gate of the mansion one step later than Yan Qingjiang, and notified the steward of Wen's mansion to enter the house to arrest Yan Qingjiang, while he himself led people around the outer wall and surrounded the whole Wen's mansion tightly, waiting to catch the turtle in the urn.

He stood in front of Yan Qingjiang in his spare time, and persuaded him with good words regardless of previous suspicions, and half-truthfully, he also planned to persuade him to catch him without a fight. This "Yan Qing" is an important person to His Majesty, and if he can bring him back without bloodshed, then It is the best result: "Master Yan, why do you need to run? I haven't told His Majesty about the incident at noon. If you are willing to go back to the alchemy room with me at this time, I will pretend that this has never happened. How about it? "

Wen Qinru didn't know what happened to Yan Qingjiang in the palace, she raised her head and glanced at his profile, only to see his eyebrows twitched slightly, and he didn't answer, as if he turned a deaf ear to the man's words.

Yan Qingjiang lowered his head and looked at Wen Qinru, then turned his head and looked up behind him.

The trees planted behind the courtyard wall have all shed their leaves, their branches are dry and stand in a straight row in a rather desolate manner. From the outside of the courtyard, only the bare crowns of the trees can be seen.

At this time, the housekeeper in Wen's mansion also led people to chase them out, blocked the entrance of Wen's mansion, and sealed off most of the street.

The crowd is noisy in the distance, but the swords are tense nearby.

Yan Qingjiang didn't care that the situation was becoming more and more unfavorable to them. His lips moved silently, but his eyes turned soft when he cast the row of trees, as if he was greeting and chatting with someone.

Wen Qinru couldn't stop staring at him in surprise, and forgot to be afraid. The guard held the knife handle with one hand. Seeing this, he frowned and stood guard.

The row of dead branches of the trees in the courtyard suddenly swayed without wind, rustling, and the next moment, the swing suddenly became more violent, and the dead branches continued to "click" and break, like a group of desperadoes who were desperate to get out of trouble. self harm!

Everyone outside the courtyard was horrified. Seeing this strange scene, they couldn't help but let out a low voice.

"This is... what's wrong with this?"

"There is no wind, why would the tree move without wind!"

"The demon... the demon method... no, the monster!"

“…”

The leading guard had never seen such a strange sight before, so he couldn't help but took a step back.

Wen Qinru suddenly realized - Yan Qingjiang was concentrating on reciting a mantra!

A vaguely shaped bright line flashed across Yan Qingjiang's eyebrows. He pulled out the bamboo flute at his waist and raised his arms to point to the sky. Countless light blue streamers floated out from the broken branches, like ribbons around a woman's waist, circling Flying around with twists and turns, they gathered towards him in the bamboo flute, looking for the hole to enter.

In an instant, the bamboo flute was enveloped by the glow of fireflies.

In the next moment, Yan Qingjiang turned his fingers around the body of the flute, pressed his three fingers on the hollow of the flute, and pushed the flute out with his cross arm. The sharp and piercing sound of the flute exploded in front of him with a wave of invisible air waves. .

"what!"

"save......"

"Uh!"

"Help!"

The group of horses only had time to let out a messy exclamation and pain, and then flew out along with the bluestone bricks of half the street!

Half of the people in the street were wiped out by this move.

The bamboo flute in Yan Qingjiang's hand couldn't bear the strong force, it broke into two halves and fell to the ground with a "click". :"run!"

The two took the opportunity to stagger all the way to the main gate of Wen's mansion. Suddenly, they were pleasantly surprised to see that Shi Liang broke free from the rein at some point and ran out of the stable. Yan Qingjiang gritted his teeth and asked for credit.

Yan Qingjiang ran close, pushed Wen Qinru up to ten taels, turned himself over, pulled the rein to make him turn his head, pinched the donkey's belly, passed the steward, and flew straight out.

"Ten taels! Good job!"

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Wen Yu is a person who has been living in the lines in these chapters~