A glass of sick wine

How can Fang be so busy these days.

He felt that he was self-inflicted and caused the old man in the backyard to fall ill, and it was himself who suffered in the end.

That day when Leng Suchou was sent away in the icy and snowy courtyard, Yin Yanzhuo forced himself to walk back to the courtyard. He was already dizzy and unable to support his body. He let two servants help him into the pavilion. Hastily vomited two mouthfuls of blood, and immediately passed out.

How could Fang hastily ordered someone to carry him to the bed, quickly administered needles to barely save his heart, which was hanging by a thread, and issued several life-saving orders, simmering on the fire all day long, and ordered the servant to use The small spoon was poured into his mouth little by little.

Yin Yanzhuo was lying on the bed in a coma for an unknown period of time, and when he woke up, it was already two days later.

After waking up, he supported his forehead to rest for a while, drank another half bowl of medicine, and then summoned the shadow guards who stayed in the village.

Ying San bowed and stood in front of the bed, and presented some letters.

Yin Yan leaned halfway on the bed, flipping through the official documents.

Leng Suchou didn't write a letter back with his own hand, what was sent back to the village were all official letters from the branch managers of Dingzong Villa, or the handwriting of the hidden guards around him.

Yin Yanzhuo read quickly, and after a while flipped through a stack of papers, panting slightly, he said, "Thank you."

Ying San bowed and saluted, and his figure suddenly disappeared into the pavilion.

After Yin Yanzhuo woke up, he rested for a few more days, and his weakened body had just regained some strength. If he was better during the day, he could barely walk up and down the ground with the support of his servants.

How could Fang come over every day to diagnose his pulse.

The days have returned to the peaceful and peaceful life of living in reclusive life before.

Yin Yanzhuo sleeps until noon every day as usual, and when he wakes up with a little energy, he will deal with some affairs of the gold platform.

Every two days, the shadow guard would come in as usual and present Leng Suchou's itinerary for him to review.

According to reports along the way, Leng Suchou and his party traveled very quickly, and after ten days, they had already arrived at the foot of Pinglu Mountain.

One evening when the setting sun cast shadows, Ying San stepped into the warm pavilion in the backyard as usual.

Yin Yanzhuo leaned on the brocade, put down the medicine cup in his hand, and took the letter from the boy.

He flipped through the letter papers page by page, and stopped at the nearest one. It was a short official letter sent back by the shadow guard from under Fuhuamen. for two seconds.

He covered his mouth and coughed lowly: "Can the shadow guard send another letter?"

Ying San replied: "Go back to Lord Yin, not at all."

Yin Yanzhuo took another look and coughed softly.

Ying San bowed and stood in the pavilion, still not saying a word.

After Yin Yan coughed for a while, Fang said in a low voice, "Go down."

After Ying San left, Yin Yanzhuo reached for his cane, stood up and walked around the pavilion for a while.

Under the bright candlelight, he stared at the piece of paper for a few more seconds.

For the letters sent back to the villa on weekdays, Yin Yanzhuo knew that his subordinates would send them to Leng Suchou for review, and he would fold them into the envelope after reading them. For the letters sent from Fuhuamen today, the crease was not Leng Suchou customary method.

His heart ached slightly, and he felt short of breath.

Xun Fu came up to him: "Master Yin, I help you to rest."

Yin Yanzhuo pressed his chest and lay back on the bed with some difficulty.

"Xun Fu—" His clear face was as fragile as glass in the candlelight: "Order someone to prepare the car, and I will leave for Pinglu Mountain tomorrow."

Xun Fu was startled and couldn't help blurting out: "Master Yin!"

Yin Yan looked at him and frowned slightly.

Xun Fu persuaded carefully: "It's freezing outside, how can this make..."

Yin Yanzhuo didn't speak anymore, just rested his head on the quilt pillow and closed his eyes.

In the early morning, the sky was filled with gloomy and dark clouds, and the porch of the courtyard was covered with fine snowflakes.

Yin Yanzhuo was dressed neatly in the Nuan Pavilion, and a servant put on a cloak for him. Then, with a cane in one hand and a servant boy in blue with the other, he walked out of the courtyard step by step.

The servant waited at the gate of the courtyard with a walking chariot, and two boys in green clothes carefully helped him to sit on the chariot, and another servant opened a large umbrella with a black bamboo canopy above the chariot, and thick curtains fell around it. , Blocking the cold wind and snow, Yin Yanzhuo showed no expression on his cold face, only lowered his eyes and walked very slowly, leaning on a cane and panting in a low voice, Xun Fuli bowed his head in front of the chariot and opened the door. Curtain, who has been watching his face carefully, saw that he was holding the hand of the boy in blue and sitting in the carriage, the boy let go, but the body of the glass man in the sable fur leaning on the carriage swayed feebly, Xun Fu's heart trembled, and he hurriedly lowered his voice to order the servant who wanted to get up the sedan chair: "Be careful, be careful of Lord Yin's body!"

Two boys accompanied in front of the car, a servant stood on one side holding an umbrella, and Xun Fu was counting back and forth, and four bearers dressed in short coats walked all the way to the flower hall in the front yard in a mighty manner.

In the cold and vast martial arts training ground in the outer courtyard, a group of young martial arts practitioners in dark blue clothes stopped watching after seeing such a big battle.

The disciples of Dingzong Villa, some of them are young martial arts practitioners in Jianghu, and some of them are disciples accepted by Leng Suchou during his many years of wandering in Jianghu. Up and down, who doesn't know the existence of this master.It's just that Yin Yan stays at home, and even the boys who serve him in the Nuan Pavilion are all low-key and silent, so even though this group of young people are very curious, many of them have never seen Yin Yan even after coming here for several years. On the one hand, the patient in Shen Chong's cabinet is the most mysterious figure in the entire Dingzong Villa.

A cold wind blew the curtains, and there was a weak low cough from the chariot.

The light blue curtain was slightly opened, revealing a cold face, as white as the Qionglou Yuyu outside, but it was more than three points pure and gorgeous.

A group of teenagers immediately held their breath.

The world lost its color.

The leading young man stood in the field, staring motionlessly at the stunning face looming in the tent, different from the curious expressions on the faces of the others, his eyes were filled with fiery flames.

In front of the hall of the villa, under dozens of bluestone steps, a carriage is already waiting.

The car in front was four tall, pure white horses, with heavy velvet curtains hanging from the carved windows of the spacious carriage, and another car shaft full of accompanying belongings followed at the back. A few boxes of medicinal materials were stuffed inside.

Supported by Xun Fu, Yin Yanzhuo got into the carriage.

Inside the carriage is a piece of brocade, covered with thick fur and mink, and placed on a delicate table.

Yin Yanzhuo got into the carriage, and the servant quickly packed it up. Ying San came up to ask for instructions: "Master Yin, are you leaving?"

Yin Yanzhuo responded in a low voice.

The accompanying shadow guard raised his whip and shouted: "Get up——"

Four guards on the left and right escorted them on horseback, and the two carriages drove steadily down the mountain.

Yin Yanzhuo lay down in the cave. He had just recovered from a serious illness, and after such a hard work, he soon fell into a drowsy sleep.

When he woke up in the evening, there was a waiting boy in the car who approached him: "Master Yin, are you awake?"

Yin Yanzhuo let out a low cough, and sat up while leaning on his cane.

He sat on the bench, listened attentively to the movement outside for a while, and then ordered in a low voice: "Please come over to Ying San."

After a while, Wei Ce immediately stepped forward and asked, "Master Yin?"

Yin Yanzhuo's deep voice came from inside the carriage: "Where are you now?"

The shadow guard's respectful voice said, "Answer to Lord Yin, we have arrived at the junction of Yulu."

Yin Yan said: "Hurry up."

"Yes." The shadow guard responded briefly.

Ying San turned the horse's head and gave the order to go on. A moment later, the two carriages started to gallop on the road at high speed.

Yin Yanzhuo knew that this trip was difficult, but he was very cooperative. He only took the medicine on time every day, and then leaned on the warm bed and closed his eyes to rest.

After more than ten days passed like this, the group arrived at the foot of Pinglu Mountain.

The carriage stopped in front of a courtyard at the foot of the mountain, which was a bank under the name of Dingzong Villa.

The servants in the village had already been ordered to stand respectfully at the gate of the courtyard.

Ying San grabbed the reins and jumped off the horse, walked to the carriage in front, stood outside the curtain and asked in a low voice: "Master Yin, do you want to rest for a day and go up the mountain tomorrow?"

He held his breath and waited for a long time before he heard a voice coming from inside, accompanied by a few coughs with a sickly and cold lack of breath: "Ahem, no need, go directly to Fuhuamen."

Ying San said: "Master Yin, please get off the car, the mountain road ahead is steep, you have to change to a sedan chair."

After waiting for a while, the sound of Xi Suo came from the middle of the car, and a servant boy in blue supported Yin Yanzhuo, and pushed open the door of the car with one hand.

The cold and damp wind blowing from Qingzhou.

"Master Yin, be careful." Ying San stepped forward quickly, and called out to the shadow guard standing beside him, "Han Wei."

A guard came out in response, stepped forward to the front of the car and half knelt on the ground, Yin Yanzhuo supported Ying San's hand, stepped on the back of the guard, and got off the car tremblingly.

Such a long journey was a disaster for his weak body, which he had always pampered, Yin Yanzhuo just frowned and endured the discomfort.

Another servant boy stepped forward and carefully helped him into a green bamboo sedan chair.

The bearers were strong men with stubby limbs, and they walked like flying on the steep mountain road.

Ying San led his men to follow on horseback, and walked for about an hour. At sunset, he finally saw the gate of Fuhua, but on the gate, there was a white silk hanging down, and the people who came in and out were probably in black clothes.

Yin Yanzhuo lifted the curtain, glanced at it, and then ordered in a low voice: "Ying San leaves a notice, and the rest go directly to Master Leng's residence."

Leng Suchou was lying on the bed changing his dressing, when he heard his subordinates report, he hurriedly put on his clothes and walked out of the wing.

Walking to the front hall with strides, Leng Suchou pushed open the door, and saw a man standing outside the door, dressed in heavy fur with a pale face, leaning on a cane in one hand, and holding the shadow guard's arm in the other.

It's not who Yin Yanzhuo is.

Seeing him coming to open the door, Yin Yanzhuo glanced at him from head to toe, panting slightly weakly, but with a rare smile on his face.

Leng Suchou said coldly: "Han Wei, why didn't you stop him?"

Han Wei and Ying San who came after him knelt down immediately: "This subordinate has neglected his duty."

Leng Suchou still said coldly: "Go back and receive five hundred lashes."

Yin Yanzhuo frowned and said, "Leng Suchou!"

He still wanted to speak, but he coughed while holding his chest with one hand.

"That's all." Leng Suchou waved his hand to the door, and helped his other hand: "Come in and talk."

Leng Suqiu hugged Yin Yanzhuo and sat down on the bench, and asked the servant boy to warm him up with the stove, and then asked, "Mr. Fang, why didn't you come together?"

Ying San replied: "Mr. Fang said that he would never step into the Fuhuamen in his life."

Leng Suchou didn't take it seriously: "The doctor has many eccentricities."

Ying San said: "Vendor Master, Master Yin has brought you medicine."

The servant held up a box.

Yin Yanzhuo asked in a low voice: "How is the injury?"

Hearing his words, Leng Suchou felt his heart turn into tenderness, and shook his hand: "The right shoulder is fine."

Yin Yanzhuo nodded, closed his eyes and leaned on the bed.

Leng Suchou picked him up and said, "Go to bed and rest for a while."

Yin Yanzhuo was lying on the bed, but he was not asleep.

Leng Suchou touched his forehead with concern, and felt his pulse.

Yin Yanzhuo half-closed his eyes, and said in a vague voice, "I'm fine."

"I'm worried that your body won't be able to bear the exhaustion," Leng Suchou hugged him, and whispered softly in his ear, "It's up to you, but I'm happy if you're willing to come."

Yin Yanzhuo leaned on his broad shoulders, his tired body completely relaxed, and the pain in his chest was a bit unbearable.

He grasped his still-sane mind and asked Leng Suchou: "So, when you arrived at Fuhuamen, you heard the news of Yue Zisai's death?"

Leng Suchou hugged him: "Well, so I had to pretend to come to express my condolences and stay here to wait and see what happens."

"Then there are demons attacking the guests in the villa?" Yin Yan asked.

"That's not true. It is said that there have been mysterious attacks in the village before."

"Where is it?" Yin Yanzhuo frowned and thought.

"The two times were in the inner courtyard. I fought against that person once. He is about a tall man. He can't tell his age, and his martial arts are very high."

"Can the opponent use weapons?" Yin Yan asked discretionally.

"No, the palm technique is vicious and vicious, and the victims are all killed with one palm." Leng Suqiu said.

After Yin Yan listened to it, he took a breather and rested for a while, but his mind kept thinking quickly, and his eyes turned a little bit dizzy for a moment.

"Yan Zhuo?" Leng Suchou saw that his expression was wrong: "What's wrong?"

He said towards the outside of the room: "Bring in Master Yin's medicine."

The shadow guard outside the door responded, and after a while, the servant boy in blue came in with the medicine in his hand.

Leng Suchou helped him up: "Speak carefully, take the medicine first."

Yin Yanzhuo leaned on Leng Suchou, barely swallowed a few mouthfuls of the medicine juice, felt the annoyance in his chest getting worse, frowned and shook his head.

Leng Suchou frowned: "Yan Zhuo..."

Before he finished speaking, Yin Yanzhuo pushed him away, and fell weakly on the side of the bed.

Leng Suchou pushed the rinsing bowl next to the bed to his side.

Yin Yanzhuo leaned over and spit out the few mouthfuls of medicine he just swallowed.

"Yanzhuo!" Leng Suchou hastily picked him up, "What's wrong?"

Yin Yanzhuo struggled with his weak voice: "Give me a pill..."

Leng Suchou was so anxious that his forehead was sweating: "You don't rely too much on that medicine..."

Yin Yanzhuo's face was full of pain, and he leaned over again, vomiting out a mouthful of dark red blood.

Leng Suchou's expression changed, he took out the porcelain bottle from his pocket, and put a pill into his mouth.

Yin Yanzhuo's eyes were dim, and his ears were humming, and he collapsed powerlessly in the arms of Leng Suchou, panting continuously.

I don't know how long it took before my body gradually regained some sanity, and I heard Leng Suchou's voice, gnashing his teeth: "I told you not to come, but you chose to torture yourself to suffer!"

Yin Yanzhuo took a breath and listened to him scolding with lowered eyes.

Leng Suchou hugged him tightly.

Yin Yan's voice was weak and inaudible: "Is Yue Zisai buried?"

Leng Suchou replied, "The day after tomorrow."

"Where is the body?"

"I'll take you to see it tomorrow." Leng Suchou supported his cheek, his face was already as cold as ice: "If you can get up."

Yin Yanzhuo finally stopped talking, leaned on the bed and passed out.