Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

Xiao Beicheng gave a "tsk", "Can you put it in a better way?"

"Then, the officer is here to take you home."

"Forget it, I won't be happy to be taken home by you."

Jiang Linyuan smiled politely, and the seriousness on his expression did not ease at all, "Something happened to Ye's mansion, Master Ye's life and death are uncertain, and he is currently being rescued in Su's mansion. The condition of the young master is not very good, and the injury shows signs of deterioration. Jiang Yanqing is already at her wits' end .”

"The only thing you didn't say was his condition."

Jiang Linyuan restrained his formulaic smile, and lowered his eyes sadly, "Master Shaoqing is critically ill. He has overdrawn the limit of his body, causing the poison to spread rapidly, and he has lost consciousness. Go now...maybe we can see the last side."

"No." Xiao Beicheng answered decisively, making the opponent's heart sink.He rolled his eyes, "If you want to see it, you have to see thousands of faces and countless faces. It's not like you haven't seen anything good about the last one."

"My lord..."

"What about the gentleman? He is like a free-range chicken, wandering around all day long without business. Let him rest and tie him to the palace, so that I can entertain him for a few days."

Because of this sentence, Jun Zi'an was put in a sack for no reason, and carried to Jin Wang's mansion, where he looked at Jiang Linyuan who was also blank.

The latter blinked, and patted his head regretfully, with loving eyes, as if he would never see him again.

Jun Zi'an was tied up by five flowers. He didn't know why, and he was a little at a loss. When he saw the culprit, he was even more panicked.

Xiao Beicheng waved his hands back to the left and right, condescendingly looked at Jun Zi'an, tapped the armrest of the seat with his fingertips, and each sound was like a magic sound urging him to die, poking at the latter's heart and pushing it into his throat little by little.

"My lord, I..." He subconsciously moved closer, leaned forward, and wanted to beg Xiao Beicheng to let him go, but before he could say anything, the man lifted his foot and pushed him to the spot.

"Don't talk to me about this. How did your father kill himself? Don't be like his old man. Don't act like an old man. You play out your true feelings. In the end, you hurt others and yourself. It's not sad. .”

Jun Zi'an suddenly realized that at first he approached this person purely for the purpose of taking advantage of him, and pretending to be a gentleman just made it easier for him to do things. In fact, he didn't have any real feelings for Xiao Beicheng.

...Oops, almost repeating the mistakes of Lin Xici.

A trace of panic flashed across his face, and he quickly calmed down, but he still had lingering fears, he gritted his teeth for a while, and asked, "What can I do?"

"It's my king who asked you what you want to do."

"I want...to save people." Jun Zi'an felt that it was absurd to say this from his own mouth. He had been playing the negative role of deliberately trying to kill his own brother and then replace him, so he suddenly said something Honestly, no matter how I think about it, I feel a little funny.

But Xiao Beicheng didn't smile, and even unexpectedly accepted his words, put his hands on his knees, and nodded.

Gentleman An was surprised: "My lord, don't you find it ridiculous?"

"What's so absurd, Lin Xi's resignation will give birth, and Jun Sigui's will raise him. Letting you brothers love each other is much more worry-free than those two brats in the royal family. I won't pursue who you are who faked your death at the age of seven. After that, you hid in the dark after listening to someone's words, and found the most appropriate time to 'resurrect from the dead', in the following days, you have plenty of time to speak up and make up some nonsense to deceive the king."

As he said that, he pulled out something from his sleeve and handed it to Jun Zi'an, "This king has already found a place for you, so that you can rest assured to 'rehabilitate'. Anyway, we have also 'slept', this is for you, It shouldn't be difficult, right?"

The latter took a closer look and found that it was actually a thin human skin mask.

Jiang Yanqing experienced the darkest day in his life.

Ye Mansion caught fire, Ye Lanchen's life was dying, and Qin Nangui's wound worsened. At this juncture, Junziyou became poisonous again, and his life was hanging by a thread.

Even if he is regarded as a genius doctor, he is not superhuman after all, and he is incapable of doing both in this situation. Under the high pressure, he reluctantly made a choice: "Give up Gentleman Tour."

Su Qinghe seemed to have some ringing in his ears, he couldn't hear his words clearly, and he thought he was hallucinating, so he asked with an embarrassed smile, "What did you say?"

The other party had a solemn face, wiped the blood on his hands, gritted his teeth to avoid him, walked around behind him, picked up the sharp thin blade, his hands were cold, and restrained his trembling.

"I said... I don't have the skills to separate myself. Junziyou can't save him. There will always be someone who can survive. If you waste time on him, you won't be able to keep the last one. It's better to sacrifice him to save others."

When speaking, Jiang Yanqing was also covered with cold sweat, her eyes wandered, not daring to look directly at Su Qinghe.

"...I am a doctor first, and then his friend. I can't cut off other people's lives just to extend his life... He will understand me..."

He muttered, not to persuade Su Qinghe at all, but to comfort himself.

After the latter was shocked, he gritted his teeth in hatred, grabbed his collar, pushed him against the wall, and asked angrily, "Abandoning your patients...is this your way of practicing medicine!"

"You can only gain if you give up, he won't blame me...no..." Jiang Yanqing pushed Su Qinghe's hand away, couldn't bear to look at Junziyou again, bit her lip and walked to Ye Lanchen's side, calming down a little , After stabilizing his mind, he immediately set out to save people.

Su Qinghe stood at the same place blankly, like a traveler who lost his way in the wind and snow, holding the delirious gentleman in his arms, and wiped the blood stain on his chin.

The man quietly opened his eyes to look at him, and said softly: "He's right, I don't blame him."

People who are about to die seem to have a period of sobriety before returning to the light, reminiscing about their own life like a revolving lantern, counting good and evil, right and wrong, right and wrong.

The gentleman lobbied: "Qinghe, you..."

"Gentlemen's Tour!!"

Gentleman You thought, there is really no reason these days, and someone will obstruct you even if you say your last words, people's hearts are really broken now...

Before he finished cursing in his heart, the uninvited guest who came in and called his name rushed to him, pushed Su Qinghe who was at a loss, lifted his collar, and dragged him into an empty room , turned back and kicked the door shut.

There was a lot of noise outside, but Su Qinghe was not seen smashing the door, so it can be seen that the subordinate he brought here is not someone to mess with.

Jun Ziyou was pushed against the wall, his feet were off the ground, his hands were strong, and the force on his neck seemed to strangle him, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He struggled weakly for a few times, and the other party realized that this was indeed a bit rough for a sick man who was dying, so he let go of his hand a little, and put him down.

Jun Ziyou coughed weakly, slumped against the wall, opened one eye reluctantly, and looked at the visitor from head to toe, as if he was cold, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Eunuch 'Huansan', are you here to see me off? I'm only half breathed, take it easy..."

Ming Prison, who was wearing a human skin mask as Huan Yi, was furious. If he hadn't been afraid of killing him by mistake, Jun Ziyou would have been lying down by now.

He pinched the man's shoulder, almost sinking his fingertips, and asked loudly, suppressing his anger, "Why! Why would you rather die than bow your head!"

The man suddenly smiled, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, blood flowed out, his voice was vague, but every word could make Mingju feel his determination: "Because, it's very exciting... I want to experience challenging my own limit."

"Aren't you afraid of playing yourself to death!!"

"I'm willing to bet and admit defeat. Don't worry, even if I lose, I won't make myself too ugly. I'm a person with a good face..."

"You fucking...don't force me to scold you." Ming Prison became angry when he saw his half-dead behavior, and his body trembled more and more violently, almost into convulsions. human life.

As a last resort, he pinched his jaws, forcefully poured a red sand-colored pill into his mouth, and patted his chest, forcing him to swallow the thing.

Jun Ziyou coughed from choking, blood flowed from his nose again, Ming Ju let go, and he slid down the wall, fell to the ground and gradually subsided his trembling, and stopped moving.

For a while, only the sound of his rapid panting could be heard in the room, Ming Prison didn't want to wait for him to recover, so he put his toe on his shoulder, turned him over, lowered his brows and eyes, The expression is like a merciful god and Buddha who sympathizes with all living beings.

"I shouldn't have saved you, even if I watched you die, I don't want to take advantage of that bastard King Jin."

The man laughed when he heard this, but he just laughed and didn't say a word.

Seeing his infuriating virtue, Ming Prison was a little discouraged, and stretched out his hand to Jun Ziyou. The latter thought for a while, then moved his fingers, and reluctantly responded, giving the other party enough face.

"...If you can't get up, you'll be fine."

In the end, Ming Prison still condescended to squat down and help him up himself. Although he has always imagined that he can get the satisfaction of desire in this body, but for some reason, he is very resistant to Jun Ziyou's current appearance, maybe because He was covered in blood, and he looked sickly, unimpressive. Was it too unpleasant?

"Be patient, my clothes are precious, and a single drop of blood is enough to cost you the rest of your life."

"That's really cheap..."

"Don't deliberately say something to anger me, the antidote is given to you, and 'Bone-Selling' will no longer threaten your life, and your foundation will be worse in the future, but it's better to live than to die, just be content with your breath."

Jun Ziyou was picked up by him, but he was really impolite, he put all his weight on him, and asked while moaning: "I really want to know how this thing fell into your hands... The good brother said, 'Selling Bone' is actually a kind of voodoo, which belongs to the Miao people, don't you people from the Western Regions also like to play such insidious tricks?"

"Then you Central Plains people, are you also used to calling things that kill people 'poison', and things that can't kill people but torture people so that life is worse than death called 'gu'?"

"more or less……"

"According to what you said, 'Pin Bone' is both a poison and a Gu."

Ming Prison thought about his wording and explained more clearly, "Its function varies from person to person, some people will die instantly, some people can linger on, and some even don't notice any abnormalities at all. You were safe and sound for several years after the body, but suddenly suffered from poison in an accident, and died suddenly inexplicably. You and your two fathers are considered to have normal physiques. Although the poisons are different, they have also struggled for many years. The painful and slow process of stepping closer to death."

Jun Ziyou's complexion recovered a little bit, and his eyes were able to open. He patted his chest lightly, as if he was not at ease, "I don't know how many years you have kept that elixir, how can you tell if it is still effective?"

"Isn't it very simple, just look at the Gu patterns on your body..."

The man backed up abruptly, almost fell to the ground, Ming Prison subconsciously pulled him, only to realize that his hands were almost on the man's body, probably trying to pull the man's clothes to play a hooligan.

Tsk... People from the Central Plains are too thin-skinned to be interesting.

He was quite sorry, but he didn't want to molest Jun Ziyou at this time, so he withdrew his hands resentfully. The latter pulled off his clothes, looked down at himself, and then he was relieved, and patted his chest with lingering fear.

"But if I'm not dead, will I disappoint some people? They've been expecting me to have an accident all day long. If I don't die, but instead become more and more alive, will they be crazy?"

"Then you won't pretend..." Ming Juan replied naturally, and suddenly felt that his words were not quite right, he woke up suddenly, understood the deep meaning hidden in his words, immediately grabbed his neck, and pushed him against the wall Resisting, full of annoyance after being teased, he laughed angrily, "I was cheated by you again, Jun Ziyou, are you courting death?"

The latter was almost suffocating, and struggled to hold his wrist, fighting for a bit of breathing space for himself.

He smiled lowly, panting and coughing: "Don't, you want to save people, I also want to save people, the purpose is the same, why bother to make a reason..."

"I want to save you, not Ye Lanchen!!"

The man laughed even louder, "They are all men you can't get, they are the same, don't worry too much about gains and losses. It is said that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, and you saved two people with one pill." Human beings have immeasurable merit..."

"You don't talk poorly to me!"

Jun Ziyou frowned, sure enough, Ming Prison still cared about him, so he let go unconsciously, as if he was afraid of his pain.

But this person didn't have Xiao Beicheng's delicate tenderness towards him, he just stopped his violence and watched him fall to the ground with cold eyes, regardless of whether he would hurt or not.

Jun Ziyou's legs were a little weak, and he couldn't stand for a moment when he landed. He threw himself forward and almost knelt down. Ming Prison looked at him with eyes full of hostility, and hurriedly looked away, as if he would be angry if he looked at him any more. It's like you have to cut your own life.

He turned and left, before pushing the door, Jun Ziyou was still wiping the cold sweat hanging on his cheeks, and asked him in a hoarse voice: "Are you getting angry from embarrassment, but you don't intend to take back the things?"

"What you say, what you do, what you give, nothing can be taken back. I have no regrets, and I hope that you who have dug a hole for yourself will not regret it either." After finishing speaking, Ming Prison opened the door. gone.

After a brief quarrel, the din gradually faded away from his ears, Jun Ziyou tried to get up, but his limbs were weak, and it was difficult to even move a step.

He heard someone approaching, stopped beside him, and reached out to him, maybe to help him up.

He didn't look up, or at this moment, he didn't even have the strength to look up and see who it was, so he took the person as Su Qinghe for granted, and squeezed out a red sand-colored pill from his clenched palm Handed over.

Soon, his hands dropped again, and he closed his eyes slightly, again with a half-dead character.

"Take it to Ye Lanchen... But don't tell him that this life-saving thing was saved from my teeth, otherwise he will be so sick that he will vomit for three days and three nights."

He didn't see any movement for a long time, and he felt a little strange. Normally, Su Qinghe would have jumped up and scolded him for not knowing the severity, and forcibly fed something into his mouth to save his life. Why is he so peaceful today...

He opened his eyes, and after focusing his gaze, he saw the face that was exactly like him, and his heart skipped a beat.

The other party said, "Of order, Master Shaoqing." His heart clicked again.

Wait, that's not what you said...

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