Wulin Mysteries

Shisan was carried back by Ling Jiuzhong in a daze. He couldn't open his eyes, but he could vaguely hear Ling Jiuzhong walking hurriedly, and his head hit his back, causing pain.

Ling Jiuchong seemed to have arrived in another courtyard. Someone took two steps forward, hesitated for a moment and then whispered: "Master, your face..."

Bai Wangchuan beat him with all his strength, leaving a deep five-fingerprint on his face, which was slightly swollen.He touched it subconsciously, and then asked Wang Guzi, the secret guard, and Lu Yifan, the owner of the Yunzong Pavilion, to come to see it together.

Wang Guzi's ancestors have been diagnosing lesions and prescribing the right medicine for the masters of the palace in Wangchuan Palace for generations. I don't know how great the Wangchuan Palace was to the Wang family in the early years. For many years, the ancestors of the Wang family have strict rules. die.

Therefore, the man was not surprised when he heard the rumor about Wang Guzi. The last time he was told, it was more than ten years ago. The medicine continued his life, and then he retreated for a long time to heal himself with internal strength.

When the hidden guard heard this, he also knew the seriousness of the matter, took his orders, and left in a hurry.

Ling Jiuzhong entered the wing room of the other courtyard, and put Bai Wangchuan down on the bed. He had no strength at all. He opened his eyes, but his eyes were empty. He didn't look at Ling Jiuzhong, and he didn't speak. Live.

Ling Jiuzhong went to fetch hot water, took the wound ointment, put it beside the bed, and then went to untie Bai Wangchuan's clothes, but Bai Wangchuan didn't stop him, because he had been walking on his knees for too long, and he was injured in several places, the skin was worn out, Clothes were stained red.

Ling Jiuzhong didn't talk to him either, but just took off all the clothes on his body and wiped him with hot water. If he touched a wound, Bai Wangchuan would gently close his eyes and wrinkle his eyebrows slightly. Ling Jiuzhong didn't notice it. He raised his hand, leaned close to his ear and said fiercely: "Since you are afraid of pain, why do you want to humiliate yourself?"

Bai Wangchuan raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were very cold, Ling Jiuzhong panicked for a moment, and put his palms on his eyes, not letting him look again.He simply turned over, turned his back to Ling Jiuzhong, and lay on his side facing the wall.

This sad and ignorant temperament is exactly the same as Bai Wangchuan's back then. Ling Jiuzhong simply climbed onto the bed, propped his head with his right hand, and lay behind him, stretched out his left hand, and combed his hair one by one. Then she leaned into his ear and asked, "Should I pull it out or let it grow?"

It seems that just now Bai Wangchuan tried his best to escape down the mountain, but it was just a joke.

Bai Wangchuan didn't speak, he pulled it off gently, and wrapped it around his index finger, one by one, feeling a little sad in his heart.

For so many years, he was full of hope again and again, and was disappointed again and again. He wasted so much time, going around, and people were right in front of him. He wanted Bai Wangchuan to pay him all the time!

He stretched out his hand to caress Bai Wangchuan's face, but his fingertips were wet. At this moment, neither of them spoke. Ling Jiuzhong hugged him tightly from behind, strangling him until he couldn't breathe. Unexpectedly, he clasped it even tighter, he lowered his head and bit it, and he didn't let go when the bite hurt, but put his face on his hair, as if he was sniffing him carefully.

Bai Wangchuan didn't move at all, and let him play tricks on him, like a fish that has no hope of life out of the water.

"Palace Master, Wang Guzi and Lu Yifan have arrived."

The dark guard left and returned, and it turned out that the time for a stick of incense had passed.

Ling Jiuzhong whispered in Bai Wangchuan's ear:

"Don't be nervous, I'll let you see if you're hurt."

After speaking, he immediately got up and opened the door to let Wang Guzi in.

The two saluted outside the door first. Wang Guzi couldn't help being surprised when he saw the wound on Ling Jiuchong's tiger's mouth. It’s important to bandage your hands first.”

Ling Jiuzhong signaled that it was okay, and urged him to go in:

"He fell just now, and he was in a hurry, and his health has not been good. Go and see, how should he recuperate?"

After Wang Guzi went in, Ling Jiuzhong led Lu Yifan to the courtyard, found a secluded place to sit down, and said, "Tell me everything you know."

Hearing his tone, Lu Yifan knew something was wrong, so he immediately knelt down and said:

"Palace Master, Thirteen has been a slave in the palace since he was born, everything can be tested."

Ling Jiuzhong lowered his voice, still angry:

"Don't pursue your responsibility for the time being, tell me everything you know."

Lu Yifan knelt down and told everything about Shisan. When it was mentioned that he could only live for two years, Ling Jiuzhong obviously stiffened, and it took him a long time to recover.

"why?"

"I don't know the exact situation. It's just that once he fainted. The doctor came to see him and said that he was not in good health. It seems that he was poisoned before, and there was still poison in his body. He was...an eunuch again. Body, food and housing are crude, and over time, freezing three feet is not a day's cold!"

Ling Jiuchong didn't speak, walked to the window and saw that Wang Guzi was feeling the pulse of Bai Wangchuan, he was quite cooperative, leaning against the bed, without a trace of blood on his face.

Wang Guzi asked him questions, and he answered them one by one. At about the same time, Ling Jiuzhong entered the room, Wang Guzi got up, and seeing that it was him, Bai Wangchuan pretended to be tired, lay down and closed his eyes, and stopped talking.

The two of them didn't bother him, and walked out one after the other. Ling Jiuzhong asked:

"How is his condition? Is it serious?"

Wang Guzi immediately knelt down and said:

"The disease is terminally ill, and there is no cure."

Ling Jiuzhong was heartbroken, kicked him, and Wang Guzi fell to the ground. He said angrily: "You can't save him if you raise soldiers for a thousand days and use them for a while, and none of you will live!"

Wang Guzi knelt down again, panicked and said:

"Palace Master, it's not impossible to cure Mr. Bai's illness, it's just, just..."

"Just what? Say!"

"I just want the Palace Master to infuse him with true energy every seven days and feed it with fresh blood. At that time, the Palace Master's internal energy will be passed on to him slowly until it disappears, so..."

"Other than that, is there any other way?"

"Yes."