[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

Without making a sound, he quietly fell beside his elder brother.

Zheng Ji looked at his hands, a little dazed, and he clenched his hands after a long time, looking up at Ouyang Mingri.The peaceful and beautiful eyes were finally annoyed, Ouyang Mingri straightened Ouyang Yingying's hair, gently traced her eyebrows and eyes, and stroked her cheek with fingertips, nothing could be more gentle than that.

The blood embraces the new plum, and the sorrow is fragrant.

Ouyang Mingri slightly covered the corners of his lips, the blood collided in his body, overflowing from his mouth, and the golden sleeves were already turning red.The most powerless thing for a god to resist is the nature of the world, and he can only drink poison to quench his thirst.

The fingernails are close to the fragrant soil. Ouyang Mingri moved his body with difficulty, adjusted his posture, and placed his hands lightly in the void. Under his fingers, the coiled dragon seemed to appear, flying in the clouds and hiding in the falling flowers. The power of the dragon veins condensed, his soul was pierced and tightly bound by the chains, and the pain was so painful that his blood was drained.

A song moves the sky, and the sound falls. This full-blown red plum has become a dry bone.

In the second year of Yongchun, in July, a letter came from Chang'an.

Ouyang Mansion was completely dry, only the lake water was still sparkling, drowsy, the birds were too lazy to make a sound, and it was so quiet that only white dolls could be heard swaying in the water.

Someone was feeding the fish by the lake, he was sitting in the sun, with a silver crown and white clothes, his hair was splashed like ink, and there was a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, just like red plums in snow.

This is the first time in 23 years that Ouyang Mingri wore white clothes, like a bright moon and pure snow, without a trace of variegation, the dust fell on him unintentionally, and he bid farewell to the mundane.

The letter paper in his hand is royal tribute, and the handwriting is that of the prince.

Ouyang lowered his eyes tomorrow, folded the letter paper and put it away, looked at the sky for a long, long time before murmuring: "Let's go back."

No one asked him where he was going back casually, only Yi Shui replied: "Yes."

In late August, Chang'an, East Palace.

The sleeping hall was surrounded by ice, and the cold air spread and rolled, overflowing the corners, but there were three layers of brocade quilts on the bed, and the gauze curtain hung down to cover the bed, and there were golden embroidered phoenixes wearing flowers.

The palace people lured Ouyang Mingri in, dispatched all the servants in the palace to serve them green tea, and stood quietly in front of the screen.

The golden thread was wrapped around the wrist of the person on the couch, and the tight silk thread was lightly tapped with the fingertips, and it was retracted in a moment.Ouyang adjusted the white clothes tomorrow, lightly stroked the crown, and said coldly: "Is Your Highness lying to me?"

Li Xian lifted the heavy three-layer quilt, sat up at once, grabbed Ouyang Mingri's hand and said, "Mr. Taifu, you have been gone for a year, and I was in panic in the East Palace, which is worse than illness. I'm afraid the East Palace won't be able to stay."

"So you just said in the letter that you were seriously ill and coaxed me to return to Beijing." Ouyang pulled back his hand tomorrow, although he was questioning, there was no anger in his words, and he said casually, "Your Highness just sat down on the Emperor's Road in the East Palace. What's the use?"

Li Xian was speechless, he turned around and leaned on the couch, looked down at the hem of Ouyang Mingri's white clothes, and stared blankly, his face was numb with calm.

At this time, there seemed to be noises outside the door. After listening carefully, I identified a woman, who came in two times and rushed here and said: "The Tai Tuo left the capital, you often think about it. Zheng Ji will never come back, but a guard. You still know that you are reading it, but you don't want to talk to me, don't you listen to me?"

Outside the door was Crown Princess Webster, Ouyang Mingri stroked Li Xian's hair with a bit of affection.

"It also means Queen of Heaven." Li Xian said, "She asked you to come back."

Wei Shi's voice was still noisy, Ouyang Mingri's comfort seemed to have no effect, so he withdrew his hand and looked at the screen in front of the bed.

"I am the only one in Ouyang's family. My father is a criminal minister. There is no imperial edict. How can I leave without authorization."

"Yes, yes." Li Xian grabbed his arm again, "Mr. Taifu, I need you."

Ouyang couldn't help turning his head to look at him tomorrow, showing a slight smile.

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Qionghua fell and was sealed into the abyss of the East China Sea forever, while the Kunlun Immortal City sank into the sea, causing spiritual power vortexes to rise in the East China Sea, hurricanes swept across the coast, tsunamis raged, floods flooded, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, and people were devastated.

In September of the second year of Yongchun, Ouyang Tomorrow was ordered to go to the coast with Prince Xian to provide relief in the name of the national teacher.

Floods, famines, epidemics, and even more panic than floods, all these only made Ouyang feel a little more pity in his heart tomorrow. He has watched thousands of years of mourning, and the only thing that surpasses today is that he cut off the Tianzhu of Buzhou Mountain. after.

Only God is the real guardian of this world, but he also brought the greatest disaster.

The vortex of air flow wrapped in spiritual power never moved, the sea water was rolled into the sky, the heavy rain has been going on for a month, even the fish kept falling from the sky, this place is no longer like being on land.

Ouyang Mingri sat on the top of the mountain, watching the water surge under his feet, the bloated and pale body was washed by the water on the tree, smashed to pieces, and the contents of his stomach flowed out, spreading among the dead fish. Even the smell of water couldn't hide the stench.

Even though Yi Shui kept holding the umbrella, Ouyang Mingri's three layers of clothes were all wet. There was nothing here that didn't get wet.Hearing the sound of retching in the woods behind him, he tilted his head and said, "The plague has already spread before the floods subside. Your Highness is even more dangerous here, so why bother."

Li Xian was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak, his throat seemed to be stuffed.There is no safe place here at all, he feels that only Ouyang Mingri's side is safer.

The wind got stronger again, and the umbrella was almost torn open.This is the extreme edge of the disaster area, and it has not been affected here for more than a dozen miles. In just over a month, it is impossible to calculate how many people died. According to household registration statistics, the number of people affected by the disaster in these places is about 60.If this matter is not handled properly, it will cause turmoil and endanger the foundation of the country.

Li Xian came over after resting for a while, took off his cloak, covered Ouyang Mingri, and said: "It's useless to watch here, it's better to go back."

The voice was blown unclear by the wind, Ouyang Mingri nodded and said: "Let's go."

The place where the two stayed was naturally not close to the disaster area, but it was still raining non-stop. The victims of the disaster almost crowded the corners. Every day, countless corpses were cleaned out. The sick people have been quarantined collectively. Ouyang will try his best to treat them tomorrow , but the number of infected people is increasing every day.There are several kinds of epidemic diseases circulating, some of which even Ouyang Mingri has never seen before, so he can only study and try to find a cure.

In the first year of Hongdao, in December, three months later, Ouyang Tomorrow barely slept a good night's sleep, but he didn't feel tired.

Disaster relief, distribution of food, appeasement of the people, and implementation of temporary policies for major disasters are all in charge of other officials. The biggest reason why Empress Wu sent him here was his medical skills. Epidemics are as terrible as famine.Ouyang tomorrow only takes care of the control of the epidemic. As long as it is an order against the epidemic, everyone has to do as he says, but he has no right to mobilize personnel without authorization, and the local officials will arrange it according to his wishes.

Ouyang Mingri is obsessed with medical skills. His crazy research on medical skills has long since left behind the goal of pursuing longevity. He is obsessed with this process, and every achievement makes him feel extremely comfortable.He deeply knows how much it will cost to develop a useful treatment method, but he never thinks it is wrong, he never forces the sick, and the people who died in his hands will never be taken from his hands Many people survived.

During the winter rain in the twelfth lunar month, there was a damp musty smell everywhere, and a large area of ​​houses were soaked and collapsed.

Ouyang Mingri has been developing anti-drugs, recording the effects of experimental drugs against various diseases. Every day, corpses are carried out from here, and some people go out alive.The room is spacious, with six oil lamps placed in two rows. There are all drug testers here. Naturally, there is no shortage of men, women, old and young.

Late at night, with the rain still on, Yi Shui opened the door holding a candle, and the room became much quieter. He put down the candle and blew it out, and pushed Ouyang Mingri in.

The wooden wheel rolled on the tidal brick floor with a muffled sound. It stopped in front of the first bed. It was a seriously ill girl. Ouyang Mingri gave a few words of comfort. After Yi Shui prepared a pen and paper, he began to ask and check the symptoms. Let Yi Shui write it down.

The oil lamp was dim and made a sizzling sound. Now there is nothing here, and there are not many candles available in the prince's residence.

Li Xian hadn't slept yet. Ever since Ouyang Mingri started testing the medicine, he had moved far away. How could he stand looking at those dying people all day long and get sick from fright.

It was a sunny day here, and the stars could be seen at night, so someone rushed over in a hurry and delivered an order to the prince overnight.

His Majesty summoned him urgently, and Li Xian immediately set off to return to Beijing, half a month away.

Luoyang, the eastern capital, Ziwei Palace.

Empress Wu was alone in the side hall, with a few scattered candles and a small incense burner, which gave Nuo Da's palace a tinge of warmth.

There is a residual painting on the table, which shows a woman in a blue dress, who is none other than Princess Yin.

Empress Wu sighed sadly, she looked at this painting for a long time, and finally threw it into the furnace to accumulate fire, watching the gentle woman in the painting turn brown and turn into ashes.

Listening to the opening of the hall door, Empress Wu walked to the front of the hall, watched Li Xian enter and salute, and allowed him to stand up.

Li Xian bowed his head and remained silent, only looking at Empress Wu's light-colored dress in front of him, and heard her say: "Xian'er, last night in Zhenguan Hall, the Holy Majesty passed away."

These words made the blood in Li Xian's whole body freeze to ice, and he knelt down suddenly, his whole body trembling and sweating, his mind was almost blank, he didn't know what to say, what to do, tears squeezed his eyes sorely, but he didn't know what to do. Shouldn't have fallen.

"Tomorrow, there will be a funeral." Empress Wu said, "You should also be enthroned."

Li Xian suddenly raised his head and looked straight at her, tears streaming down his face.

Empress Wu seemed to feel pity, and said in a soft voice, "Xian'er, the emperor, is not so easy to be. My mother loves you, so there is one more thing you must do before you become the throne."

The doors and windows were closed tightly, and the night wind blew the thin window paper. Li Xian lowered his body. Hearing this soft voice, he felt only fear in his heart.

"I know you like this prince very much