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Zuiyue Restaurant, private room on the second floor.

The man in blue raised the bamboo curtain, looked at the street below which had returned to normal and sighed: "With the national division behind the Murong family supporting the Murong family, it will be more and more difficult to take back this military power."

Jin Qiantui leaned on the back of the chair, raised his orchid fingers, and gently stirred the floating tea leaves with the tea cover. Looking at the few pieces of tea leaves that were always floating, his expression was slightly disgusted.

"This is something that you and the sick child should worry about as the owner of Baihua Palace, and it has nothing to do with me."

The man sat down opposite him and joked: "Tsk tsk, Lord Qiantose, we are friends for life and death, how can you be so heartless!"

Jin Chitose's rouged lips curled up, and he took a sip of his tea: "This tea has changed, change it."

The man smiled and said: "Tea tastes bad, but friendship will never change. There is a kind of friend that once you make friends, it's a lifetime thing, just like you and me."

Jin Qiansui raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the man opposite him. He had red lips and white teeth, a handsome appearance, and a folding fan swaying gently. Although he was wearing a coarse blue shirt, he looked frail in his gestures, but he did not lose his inherent nobleness and arrogance at all. , it is Yun Shuocheng, the lord of Baihua Palace.

Since Emperor Qing ascended the throne at the age of 12, he has been ill in bed all year round. All affairs in the court, big and small, are taken care of by the State Teacher and several ministers. Qing Emperor has become a puppet emperor.And as the young master of Baihua Palace, Yun Shuocheng loved medicine and hated martial arts since he was a child. It's the same one, so it kills two birds with one stone.

After several years of hard work, although the status of Jitian Pavilion in Northern Xinjiang remained the same, fortunately, Bai Limei no longer interfered in the government affairs, and devoted himself to praying for the people of Northern Xinjiang in Jitian Pavilion all day long.

As for how to pray and what blessings to pray for, only Bai Limei knows.

Jin Qiansui: "The emperor's illness is not a solution to prolong it like this. Is there no other way except Zhu Yudan?"

Yun Shuocheng showed worry on his face, and his tone couldn't help but sink: "The person who administered the medicine at the beginning never thought of saving the life of the emperor. If I hadn't been taking care of me all these years, keeping the precious soup and medicine, I am afraid that he would have passed away long ago. It’s just that those toxins have already flowed into the blood, invaded the bone marrow, and wandered throughout the body. If you want to completely remove them, you must take the gut-piercing toxin, and use poison to fight the poison. But with the emperor’s current body, don’t be convinced that it is very poisonous, just a little ordinary poison. It could have killed him, if Zhu Yudan didn't hang him, I really can't think of any other way."

Zhu Yudan is not a panacea, let alone cure all diseases, it is just a medicine that can protect the heart and maintain life.

Jin Qiansui pondered for a moment when he heard the words, and said slowly: "It's the Snow Treading Festival, the emperor must show his face at the ceremony of worshiping heaven, otherwise the National Teacher Party will never give up. As for Zhu Yudan... I will visit the Tiantian Pavilion again in the near future .”

When imperial power and theocracy coexist, the common people rely on the 'god' who can give them spiritual belief.

For the emperor, why not a disguised irony.

"Don't take any chances, after all, the Jitian Pavilion is not an ordinary place." It is well known that there is a Zhu Yudan in the Jitian Pavilion, but Bai Limei said that the Zhu Yudan had already been lost, and asked them to enter the Jitian Pavilion to search at will. Naturally, I couldn't find it.

Jin Chitose put the lid on the tea and hummed lightly.

"By the way, I heard that the person you are looking for already has a clue?"

Jin Qiansui closed his eyes and hummed again, tapped the back of the chair with his fingers, obviously unwilling to talk more.

Yun Shuocheng slammed the folding fan shut: "Hey, didn't you say that you must find this person every day in this life, and now you finally have a clue, why do you have such an attitude?"

"Go back to the palace first, I'm tired."

Yun Shuocheng got up, and lightly pressed his hand on his shoulder: "Thank you."

"Friends don't feel guilty, just take what you need."

"Yes." Yun Shuocheng smiled faintly, closed his fan and left.

It was already dark early in winter, and by the time Gui Sha drove the carriage to the place Fei Xueyi had mentioned, the sky had already completely darkened.

As soon as Ghost Killer stopped the carriage, a man who looked like a shopkeeper came out to meet him.

"Is your surname Jun?" The shopkeeper asked in a friendly tone, with a smile on his face, and asked without waiting for Ghost Killer to speak.

Ghost Killer was slightly stunned: "Exactly." It seems that Fei Xueyi has already explained it.

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "It's windy at night, please come in quickly, hot dishes and hot water are ready."

"Well, thank you."

Uncle Liu brought Mu Qingge up, and asked in a low voice, "Master, will Mr. Fei be angry with this old slave?" Ever since he knew that Fei Xueyi was actually a man, Uncle Liu felt all kinds of unease in his heart, even a little He didn't dare to face Fei Xueyi, he was really afraid that the embroidery needle in Fei Xueyi's hand would fall on him.

Ghost Killer comforted, "Uncle Liu, he's not that kind of person."

The shopkeeper took them up to the second floor. Uncle Liu shared a room with An Er who was wrapped in a sack, Mu Qingge shared a room, and Ghost Killer...

Ghost Killer looked at the familiar embroidery frame on the table, and tentatively asked: "Shopkeeper, is there any spare room?"

The shopkeeper explained apologetically: "No, the snow treading festival once every three years is coming soon, and now Shengjing City has many foreigners coming, and every inn is full of people, and there is no spare room at all."

"So that's the case, then please trouble the shopkeeper." Ghost Killer carefully put down the piano bag.

"Your Excellency, you are welcome." Before leaving the door, the shopkeeper suddenly turned around and said, "And Mr. Fei asked me to tell you that he will come back very late, so you don't have to wait for him."

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After dinner, Ghost Killer went to see An Er in Liu Bo's room, then went back to sleep.

The moonless sky was pitch black, and the cold wind blew against the dead trees in the inn, making chirping noises, like countless ghosts screaming.

Fei Xueyi didn't come back until late at night. Ghost Killer opened his dark eyes, got up and put on a black robe and bamboo hat, opened the window and looked in the direction of Murong Mansion. Like swept out.

After several ups and downs, he has already stood at the highest point in Murong Mansion.

Looking at the guards patrolling back and forth below, he raised his lips coldly: Murong Su, this is just the beginning, do you think you will be safe and sound when you return to Shengjing?What you owe Jun Mojin is not an explanation, but a blood debt.

"The general just woke up, hurry up and ask the kitchen to bring the medicine."

This is Lingyao's voice.

Ghost Killer's eyes locked on the figure coldly, and the Xie Broken Sword at his waist was already in his hand.

"Lingyao." He shouted coldly, and the Xiesha sword was drawn through the air, and the strong sword energy directly hit Lingyao.

Lingyao turned around subconsciously, and immediately looked at the black figure that looked like a Shura, and she had no time to guard against it, and immediately got a sword on her left shoulder.

Almost at the same time, patrolling guards surrounded him, but their movements were still a step slower because Lingyao had already been taken away by the man in black.