【Xiyao】Fake prudence

"Doctor Bai, what's wrong with Ayao?"

Lan Xichen comforted Jin Guangyao, and eagerly asked the old man in front of him.

The Doctor Bai he invited is one of the most prestigious physicians in the world of cultivating immortals. He didn't live in Gusu. In order to treat Jin Guangyao's stupor, Lan Xichen traveled thousands of miles to invite him to Yunshen. .

This matter spread in the world of cultivating immortals again, so it was inevitable that some harsh words would be unavoidable. Many people said that Jin Guangyao gave Lan Xichen a head drop technique, and that Lan Xichen had been bewitched by an evil spirit, which made the elders of the Lan clan very unhappy, and proposed to find a curse master. Go to the unknown place in the deep cloud.

As soon as this suggestion was made, Lan Xichen was furious, and the clan elders had no choice but to give up.

After all, if the curse master is not a righteous way, it is indeed wrong to invite him into the Zhuangyan Immortal Mansion.

Although he didn't say it, those who were close to Lan Xichen felt that Lan Xichen's temper seemed to have become irritable, and Lan Ping was the victim of Lan Xichen's increasingly weird temper.

So everyone became more and more suspicious of Jin Guangyao. It was only after Lan Xichen got back with Jin Guangyao that he became abnormal.

Lan Qiren was worried.

If this continues, sooner or later, Lan Xichen will lose all support, and the Lan family will become a mess.

Don't talk about the future, let's talk about now, Lan Xichen is on the verge of collapse, Lan Qiren is really scared, he is afraid that what Doctor Bai said will make Lan Xichen act out of line.

Fortunately, although Mrs. Bai is old, she has a clear mind and knows how to choose nice words to say: "Mr. Zewu, Mr. Lianfang has contracted tuberculosis. This disease is not difficult to cure."

Everyone was taken aback.

Lan Qiren said: "Xichen, tuberculosis can infect people, don't make out with him anymore."

Lan Xichen shook his head slightly. He himself knew medicine well, so he wasn't that easy to fool. He asked Doctor Bai doubtfully, "Can tuberculosis cause such a severe cough? Three days ago, you just checked his pulse. At that time, he only said that he was weak in Qi, and he didn't." Diagnosed with tuberculosis."

Doctor Bai hissed, frowned, and said, "This is also where I am puzzled. The pulse is indeed tuberculosis, but the disease is much more serious than tuberculosis."

"I'm not sick... I'm not sick...cough...cough..." The person in the curtain was dying, and then coughed twice, but fell silent.

The smell of blood is diffused, mixed with faintly succulent sweet rice, like the sweet juice secreted by the branches of peaches and plums that are ripe to the extreme, and the fermentation produces not only intoxicating mellow aroma, but also toxins.

Lan Qiren frowned, turned his head slightly, and thought to himself, is this the smell that blood should have?

The white-haired old man sniffed and sniffed, Changshou raised his eyebrows, moved his pulse-pressing hand away, thoughtfully.

Lan Xichen called Jin Guangyao a few times, but Jin Guangyao didn't respond to him. Lan Xichen couldn't tolerate Jin Guangyao's indifference to him, no matter what the reason was, he couldn't do it.

Regardless of avoiding suspicion, he went in with a curtain.

The elders of the Lan Clan stood within a short distance, each disconcerted, and wanted to ask Lan Xichen about the opening of the mountain gate at night, but Lan Xichen turned around and entered the curtain.

Really crazy.

The clan elders all felt terrible.

Lan Xichen was indeed on the verge of madness.

Jin Guangyao in front of him was full of red plums, and after only a moment, he vomited blood again. He was lying on his back, his mouth was wide open, panting slowly, his lips were strangely bright red, his black and white eyes dimmed, as if he was already at the gate of hell. spin around.

The flowering season is often short, and after a strong bloom, it will wither. Even if a new stamen regenerates in the next year, it will not be the original flower, so the ancients lamented that the blooming of the flower can be broken.

Lan Xichen was terrified and squeezed his hand tightly. This hand used to turn clouds and rain, and also served tea to add fragrance, but now it was cold, powerless, and there was almost no sign of life.

Putting his face on the back of his hand, Lan Xichen called out in a low voice, "Ayao...don't you want your moon?"

The soft fingers clasped together suddenly, and the nails sank into the skin of the back of Lan Xichen's hand, like a person about to fall off a cliff, desperately grasping the edge of the cliff for a chance of survival.

Jin Guangyao's slack pupils converged again, and Lan Xichen's reflection condensed into a complete silhouette in the black pupils, just like the moon that night under the Yanzi Tower.

It's really a crime to lower your brows but keep your heart in your heart.

When consciousness returned, Jin Guangyao's thin chest heaved up and down, and his voice was crying: "Huan, am I going to die..."

"You won't die!" Lan Xichen hurriedly responded, "I won't let you die!"

He picked up his frail body and placed it in his arms, warming Jin Guangyao's body with his body. Jin Guangyao buried his head deeply in Lan Xichen's arms, like a wounded little animal, whimpering softly: "Huan, I am very sad right now. Be good, don't abandon me."

"The thread of the puwei is like silk, but the rock cannot be moved." Lan Xichen vowed, "I will never abandon you."

Jin Guangyao didn't really believe it, he laughed: "You must be lying, after I die, it will only be two or three years before you will fall in love with someone else and throw me to the sky, in another two or thirty years , you will forget me."

He spoke sharp words, but his expression was gratified, and even the contours of his face became rounder, and then he changed the topic: "But to me, two or three years are already very long. You are a towering tree. But a summer bug is destined not to see winter. Of course I won't be so greedy that I want to tie you up for the rest of my life, I just ask you not to forget me for the rest of your life..."

While drawing his white sleeves, Lan Xichen wiped the blood on the corners of Jin Guangyao's lips, raised his hand, and swear to the sky: "All gods and gods are above, I, Lan Huan, swear to the sky, this life... no, life after life, only love Ayao alone, if she breaks her oath, five thunders will strike her, and the world will be destroyed!"

The resounding oath came from the curtain, and everyone who heard it was shocked. Several elders of the Lan clan shook their heads and sighed.

They thought Lan Xichen was different from his father.

Lan Xichen seems to have learned his father's lesson. He always behaves gracefully, sophisticatedly and deeply, and deliberately keeps a close distance from everyone. This is the best way to let reason outweigh emotion.

Before breaking with Jin Guangyao, Lan Xichen did not reveal any clues of love madness.

Who knew that Lan Xichen turned out to be more slanted than his father, and there was another fork in the fork in the road of being crazy about love: rebelling against human relations.

This is probably because God, seeing that he can't be perfect, wanted to play a joke on Lan Xichen and give him a romantic relationship.

A clan elder with a cold expression stepped forward and said emotionless words: "Sovereign, you shouldn't be like this, please come out of the curtain, and don't get too close to the seriously ill sinner, so as not to get sick. The inevitable result of his many evil deeds, the sky net is restored, and it is sparse but not leaked, just as the evildoer cannot escape the thunder of the sky, he cannot escape the karma."

Lan Xichen replied through the curtain: "He is my lover, we are bound by fate, his sin is my sin, if there is any retribution, I am willing to accept it on his behalf."

Jin Guangyao coughed again, his cheeks flushed sickly, the illness weighed heavily on his body, but his face was incomparably gorgeous.

He raised his weak hand and covered Lan Xichen's lips: "There is a god when you raise your head three feet above, don't talk nonsense, the god will hear you."

A person who has done all kinds of bad things has become a superstitious believer in illusory gods.

Jin Guangyao felt it was funny, but he dared not believe it.

Love is really a chain that binds his soul and makes him weak.

Lan Xichen took his hand and said with a wry smile, "If the gods can really hear, I wish for it."

Jin Guangyao was deeply saddened, he closed his eyes: "I'm really a sinner..."

His throat seemed to be held back by an invisible hand, and he couldn't breathe immediately. Jin Guangyao gasped, clutching at Lan Xichen's skirt, kicking his feet non-stop, his lips moved, but he couldn't make a sound. Lan Xichen could tell from his lips that what Jin Guangyao said was, "Help me, I don't want to die."

A year ago, Jin Guangyao could die without any scruples, but now, he is unable to do so.

He had to admit that he was nostalgic for everything Lan Xichen gave him, knowing that it would be best for Lan Xichen to die earlier, but when he was about to die, he obeyed his instinct to ask for help.

He's just a selfish scumbag, it's a shame.

"Doctor Bai! He doesn't want to die, save him!" Lan Xichen called out in panic.

The curtain was lifted, revealing the old doctor's withered face, he squinted his eyes, finally realized something strange, and asked Lan Xichen, "Did he put on powder or vermilion?"

"No." Lan Xichen's lips were as white as paper, and his whole body was almost transparent.

Lan Qiren also came forward, seeing Jin Guangyao's face, he also sensed something was wrong: "He is so sick, why is he still looking so good?"

Since Jin Guangyao lived in the cold room, Lan Qiren seldom went to the cold room, and occasionally went, and would not enter the inner room, so he and Jin Guangyao met only a handful of times. As for Doctor Bai, because Lan Xichen I don't want the outside world to speculate, every time he is asked to diagnose and treat Jin Guangyao, he has to go through the curtain, Doctor Bai can't see Jin Guangyao's true face at all.

At this time, Jin Guangyao in the eyes of the two elders can only be described by the word "stunning". Not only did his face not become haggard due to his long illness, but his face was pink, his cheeks were peachy, and his lips were rosy, like the petals of a spring begonia. The snow-covered skin was like jade, suddenly covered with a faint halo, the radiant chrysanthemums, the luxuriant spring pines, the brilliance seemed to overwhelm Lan Xichen.

As soon as he got closer to the curtain, the strange fragrance became more intense, and the smell made people feel swaying.

This is by no means the attitude of a patient.

Dr. Bai's mind shuddered, and he slapped his thigh: "I know! He's not sick, he's poisoned!"

Don't rush to talk too much right now, let Lan Xichen lay Jin Guangyao flat on the couch, give a few injections, wait for a while, Jin Guangyao trembled violently, vomited a mouthful of blood, and then took a big breath, the pressure in the throat disappeared, and gradually returned to life .

As soon as the blood was spit out, the room was filled with fragrance, the strange and sweet fragrance even overwhelmed the white sandalwood in the cold room.

Doctor Bai withdrew the needle, and the first thing he said to Lan Xichen was: "Jun Zewu, if you want to be with him for a long time, you should stop being married to him."

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words, because it involved the privacy of the boudoir and it was inconvenient to ask, so they all looked at Lan Xichen.

Lan Xichen was silent for a moment, guessing something in his heart, and said, "Doctor Bai, please take a step to talk to me."

Doctor Bai nodded, and the two were about to leave, but Jin Guangyao grabbed Lan Xichen by the belt to prevent him from leaving. Jin Guangyao gasped and said, "Don't borrow a step, just say it here, I have the right to know."

Lan Qiren was also solemn: "Doctor Bai, if you have anything to say, just say it here. Xichen is soft-hearted. If you hide it for him, you will actually harm him."

Doctor Bai heaved a long sigh, and asked, "Master Lianfang, do you still hate Lord Zewu?"

As someone who doesn't care about worldly affairs, he knows a thing or two about the grievances between Jin Guangyao and Lan Xichen, so after realizing the truth, he asked this question.

Lan Xichen lowered his eyes, Jin Guangyao stared at him, his eyes contained infinite nostalgia, nostalgia to the point of humbleness.

Jin Guangyao grabbed Lan Xichen's belt and answered Doctor Bai's question directly: "I never hated him."

Doctor Bai obviously didn't believe it, and asked, "A year ago, why did you often speak rudely to him?"

"Because I don't want to be lonely, if I behave well, he might forget me." Jin Guangyao lowered his head, like a crabapple.

Lan Xichen sat down, stroking Jin Guangyao's soft and shiny black hair.

Doctor Bai shook his head slightly, and decided not to meddle in other people's business. One of these two people was willing to fight and the other was willing to suffer.

He told the truth: "Mr. Zewu, Venerable Lianfang is not sick, he is just poisoned, a kind of poison called Matanga (see note)."

Jin Guangyao's slender back trembled, and he asked, "What kind of poison is that?"

"This is a kind of love poison. People who are poisoned by this kind of poison will become more and more beautiful in appearance, and have a strange fragrance on their bodies. It will gradually decline, this is not the most troublesome thing, the most troublesome thing about this poison is that it can infect others."

"How is it contagious?"

"Through skin-to-skin contact, those who have skin-to-skin contact with the poisoned person will also be infected, ranging from madness to death from exhaustion."

After Doctor Bai finished speaking, he suddenly heard a "chi" sound, and the clan elder who said "Karma Retribution" just now had drawn out his sword and pointed at Jin Guangyao: "Monster, I will definitely not let you stay today!"

Note:

The story of Matanga and Ananda:

Ananda is one of the top ten disciples of the Buddha. The Buddha has 32 appearances and Ananda has [-] appearances. It can be seen that Ananda is a handsome young man with a solemn appearance.And Ananda's young beauty also caused a lot of trouble.

According to the first volume of the "Surangama Sutra", after holding a Dharma meeting, the Buddha led many disciples to accept the offerings of King Bosni.After walking for a long time, they came to a settlement with an empty bowl, and Ananda was hot, hungry and thirsty.

There was an ancient well just ahead, and a woman was drawing water there. When Ananda walked to the well, the woman raised her head and saw the monk, her eyes lit up, and she exclaimed in her heart, "What a solemn monk!" , She had a strong love in her heart.

The woman was named Matanga and belonged to the Sudra caste.According to Indian tradition, people of the Sudra caste are the lowest caste of the four castes, and they clean the streets. Directly bring water, food and other things to people of the other three castes.So when Ananda asked Matanga for water, Matanga hesitated to offer water to Ananda.

Knowing the reason, Ananda comforted her and said, "The Buddha taught that the four castes are equal. Although you belong to the Sudra caste, you can still provide food for the monks." After hearing this, the Matanga girl was very happy, and happily poured water into Ah Nanbo, and stared at Ananda with wide eyes until he left.

After Matanga returned home, she fell into lovesickness. She missed Ananda all day long, and her meals were tasteless.

Later, the Matanga woman entangled Ananda in every possible way, and even used sorcery to seduce her. In the end, the Matanga woman was converted by the Buddha and shaved to become a monk.

——The above content is partially excerpted from Baidu Encyclopedia (I am too lazy to write it myself, sorry.)