I see the snow

Yinzhichuan fell into the rain, and the people of the Zhen Guogong's mansion hurriedly sent him back to the mansion.

However, after sending it back to the mansion, a doctor was invited to see it, but there was no problem.

Yin Zhichuan kept vomiting blood, but it wasn't a cold, nor was he seriously ill.The medical officer rolled his eyelids to look at him, but saw his pupils tightened slightly, showing the state of a deep sleeper.

"This……"

The medical officers were all the most respected doctors in Hoshino City, they looked at each other in blank dismay, unable to explain the reason.

"Maybe... Seventh Young Master has been poisoned."

After discussing with each other several times, they carefully came up with a conclusion: "I have been infected by an unknown... poison that I have never seen before."

Shangjing's assassination technique is unparalleled in the world, from assassination to poisoning, whatever it is, it is the best in Zhonglu.

The Mimeng grass that Huacishu puts in the purse of Xihuai is the crown of medicinal herbs that are colorless, fragranceless, and extremely poisonous.

——They were worried that one move would not kill Yinzhichuan. As the same treatment as the "Master Mingyue" of Zhonglu, Hua Cishu naturally wanted to do the best.

"This, how is this good...?"

The Yin Mansion was in chaos, and the old butler who had been loyal to the Zhen Guo Mansion for more than 20 years lay down beside the bed and cried bitterly: "I have served the seventh son for more than [-] years and watched him grow up. The master and the other major generals have gone. Now... even the Seventh Young Master is going to die for no reason!!?"

But such crying is meaningless, because the source of the poison was not found out, and they didn't even take out the purse that Yinzhi Chuanpei had in his arms at that time.

The dream grass that was soaked in rain was still continuously sending toxins into Yinzhichuan's body.

Until the fourth day, Yin Zhichuan's face was already quite ugly, as if he would stop being angry at any moment.

The servants in the mansion even started to prepare for the funeral, asked the funeral shop to order a coffin, and parked it quietly in the backyard.

It seemed that Yin Zhichuan's death was irreversible.

However, at this moment, a travel-worn ranger broke into Zhen Guo Mansion, pointing his simple and unadorned black broadsword at the many servants surrounding him, he said wearily:

"Take me to Yinzhichuan."

Ji Wuhen is here.

The last time he raised slaves of the Hua family for King Zha Weiliang, he had disappeared from the Yin Mansion for several months, but he did not expect to come back in time today.

Some of the servants didn't recognize Ji Wuhen, they just looked at him warily, but the servant who was in charge of passing letters between Ji Wuhen and Yinzhichuan was amnesty, knowing that this was the former owner of the mirror building, he almost wept with joy cried:

"Hurry up, take Ji Shaoxia to save the seventh son!!"

Ji Wuhen made people prepare water, replaced all the things in Yinzhichuan's room, and took out a black pill from his bosom, carefully put it into Yinzhichuan's mouth and swallowed it.

In the end, he used his internal energy to recuperate Yinzhichuan all night, and at dawn the next day, he pushed open the door and walked out tiredly.

Everyone in the mansion waited in the courtyard, standing there holding their breath, looking at him expectantly and afraid of hearing some bad news.The old housekeeper trembled for a long time, and asked hoarsely:

"...Major General...how is it?"

"He is the master of the soldiers of the world, and he will not die easily."

Ji Wuhen said.

After a pause, the tired and relaxed man continued, "...But, I can't save him."

……

When Yin Zhichuan opened his eyes again, he felt a burning pain in his throat.

He looked at the black and white top of the bed for a few seconds, his consciousness slowly came back, and he gradually realized that he was back in the Zhen Guogong's mansion again.

The quilt covering her body was warm and soft, and it smelled dry and fresh after washing.Yinzhichuan fell silent, and heard someone whispering in his ear:

"woke up?"

In the blink of an eye, Yin Zhichuan realized that the person guarding him was Ji Wuhen.

Ji Wuhen hugged his sword, still with the familiar weathered look on his face.

There was no surprise or sadness, just looking at him so plainly.

"Xihuai..."

Yinzhichuan said hoarsely——

Although he just opened his eyes, the first thing he thought of was Xi Huai.

"Have a glass of water first."

Ji Wuhen handed him the porcelain cup on the desk: "Try your luck, is there any lung pain?"

"..."

Yin Zhichuan stood up with difficulty, took a deep breath, and felt good, as if there was no pain like Ji Wuhen said.

He shook his head and asked, "How many days have I been in a coma? Xi Huai—"

Did Xi Huai find it?

He wants to say.

However, just before his words landed, Ji Wuhen interrupted him, and said plainly:

"You're dying."

"..."

Yinzhichuan thought for a moment that he had an auditory hallucination: "What..."

"The poison is in this purse."

Ji Wuhen moved his gaze down, indicating the purse on Yinzhichuan's table.

It was a purse some distance away from Ji Wuhen, and it was covered with a glass cover.

But for Yin Zhichuan, he is extremely familiar with it.The blood from his mouth and nose when he passed out was still stained on it, but now it has become black and dull.

"……What did you say?"

Yin Zhichuan was stunned, his fingers slightly stiff.

"It's filled with dream grass."

Ji Wuhen sighed: "I don't know if you have heard of the dream grass that is produced exclusively in the desert of Shangjing—"

"...In this world, if there is a kind of poison, it will never miss it...Dream Grass."

"..."

Yinzhichuan seemed to freeze, unable to understand what Ji Wuhen meant.

I couldn't understand what he said "You are running out of time", or why he pointed to the purse that Xi Huai gave him and said, "There is poison in it."

... That was the purse that Xi Huai gave him at his birthday banquet.

"Zhichuan."

Ji Wuhen sighed, and finally showed a gloomy expression besides being plain, and said in a low voice: "You are poisoned to the bottom of your heart...I...can't help you."

Yinzhichuan: "..."

There was an eerie silence in the air for several seconds, Ji Wuhen and Yinzhichuan looked at each other.

"Brother Wuhen..."

Yin Zhichuan said for a long time, and he forced a smile: "You and I haven't seen each other for several months. I was caught in the rain this time, and I didn't feel well. I didn't take my hometown to wash away the dust with you. So are you joking with me like this..."

"Zhichuan, you know if this is a joke."

But Ji Wuhen sighed: "You yourself were poisoned and vomited so much blood, don't you know it? It's only because I told you that the poison came from your purse that you—"

"I have come into contact with a lot of clothing and accessories, how do you know it must be related to this purse?"

Yin Zhichuan snapped and said, because he was too anxious, his tone was almost a little hasty, and his chest was slightly heaving because of the emotional excitement.

——Yes, he can accept that he is poisoned, and he can even accept that his time is numbered.

But no matter what, he couldn't accept it, the poison that would kill him was the purse from Xihuai...!

"Why bother?"

Ji Wuhen looked at him sadly, and there was something Yin Zhichuan couldn't tell in his eyes: "Do you believe him like that? He's just a young man who hasn't even told you clearly about his background... Zhichuan, You and I have known each other for dozens of years, others are just fine, you know what I know about Zhonglu's exotic flowers... Could it be possible that I would mistakenly recognize this poisonous dream grass that ranks first in Zhonglu?"

"Maybe you made a mistake this time!!"

Yin Zhichuan suddenly drank violently.

He is a person who has just woken up from a coma, and the toxins in his body have not been eliminated, but are temporarily stagnated and suppressed in a certain place.

Because of his emotional agitation, Yin Zhichuan coughed, clutched his heart, and lay down on the bedside in pain.

"He loves me..."

The pale-faced major general clutched the sheet tightly, trying to swallow the blood from his throat: "He loves me and would never do such a thing..."

Ji Wuhen looked at him indifferently, not knowing whether he felt that Yin Zhichuan was obsessed, or that his trust in Xi Huai was unbelievably deep.

"Then you know—"

Ji Wuhen opened his mouth.

"Ten days ago, he was bitten by a poisonous snake, and I sucked the blood out of the wound for him."

Yin Zhichuan gasped and said, "By face, he acts in an upright manner. He will not repay favors. I understand him..."

"Chasing face."

Ji Wuhen repeated these two words, suddenly felt very strange, and asked, "Do you know his name is 'Zhuyan'? 'Ye Zhuyan'?"

"Yes."

Yinzhichuan said: "Although he is no longer here, I know what kind of character he is, what kind of person he is...I will not allow him to be slandered for no reason."

Ji Wuhen suddenly laughed.

"Zhichuan, Zhichuan..."

He shook his head and sighed: "What should I say about you? You already know his name, but don't you know his identity? I didn't know that he was the youngest son of Ye's family 'Ye Zhuyan' who was famous all over the world. Is it 'Ye Zhuyan' who was exiled by his father and his family was far away?... I don't know if he is Ye Zhuyan who was exterminated because your father and brother fell to Canglan...?!"

"..."

There was a "boom" in Yinzhichuan's ear, and his whole body froze suddenly.

"What did you say?……"

"You only know that you sucked poison for him and saved his life. But do you know that his parents and sister died because your father and brother abandoned the city?"

Ji Wuhen took a breath slowly, and said in a low voice: "In this way, in his heart, maybe you still owe him two lives... Zhichuan, you absolutely shouldn't, how can you call such a right person?" The person you hold such deep hostility and hatred for, came to your side!?"

"..."

"When you asked me to investigate Wang Weiliang's personal enmity with Shangjing Huacishu, I went to Shangjing."

Ji Wuhen said: "But on the way, I picked up a handkerchief with a strange fragrance, and accidentally discovered that someone in your house had an affair with Shangjing. He seemed to be the internal response of Huacishu. So I continued along this line. After further investigation, I found that it was complicated and far more serious than I imagined. I wanted to come back and tell you, but realized that this matter was also related to the old case of Cang Lan. When I found out everything, I rushed back yesterday...but I didn't expect it to be too late. "

"Will not……"

But Yin Zhichuan murmured that he was lost and stubborn: "The defeat of Canglan has nothing to do with my father and brother... They would not do such a thing, Zhuyan... He misunderstood. My father and brother are not like that People will not abandon the city and run away, nor will they leave the people alone. Wuhen... Wuhen, haven't you already found out that there is something hidden about Canglan, my father and brother are wronged!!"

Ji Wuhen looked at him silently.

"However, in other people's minds, don't think so."

After a long time, Ji Wuhen said softly: "In Ye Zhuyan's eyes, you are one of the culprits who killed his blood relatives, a feud that he wants to revenge at all costs. So he came to you...to make you love Go to him, and then put you to death."

Xi Huai's indifferent face appeared in Yin Zhichuan's mind.

Recalling the time when they first met, he looked at him silently and looked at him in a different way, and said silently: "I am Xihuai. The west of Yangguan, the Huai of Qinhuai at night."

There is also his repeated attitude towards him, and his always distant eyes.

There are many vague clues in my mind, and they are finally aligned at this moment.

"So you started lying to me at that time..."

After a long time, Yin Zhichuan said softly.

His fingers unconsciously tightened and clenched tightly.

Yin Zhichuan's eyes fell on the purse containing dream grass on the table, on which there was still the words carved by Xi Huai himself - "Peace".

Yin Zhichuan still remembered the joy he felt when he received it.

He was so flattered, as if something he hadn't been sure about for a long time had finally been confirmed - the person he liked really liked him too.

...But he didn't expect that the last gift he gave him was actually to kill him.

"But don't you like me? Let me never forget..."

Yin Zhichuan said in a hoarse voice, "Among what you said, which ones are true and which ones are false..."

Yin Zhichuan wanted to turn his face away, because his eye sockets felt hot.

But it was too late, when the back of his hand brushed his cheek, it was wet, Yin Zhichuan turned his face with his eyes closed.

Tears trickled down his jaw one after another and fell to the ground.