Salted fish, he thought about it

Everything happens very quickly.From the onset of dizziness to Jiang Juan's coma, it took only a short while.

Before falling to the ground, Jiang Juan fell into an embrace. Xue Fangli hugged him and called him again and again.

"Jiang Juan."

"...Jiang Juan."

"Jiang Juan!"

No response.

"Brother Tired—!"

Seeing Jiang Juan fainted, Xue Congyun almost subconsciously ran up, and behind him, Jiang Qingliang and Gu Puwang also followed. Even if they realized something was wrong, they just paused and did not retreat. go back.

Xue Fangli pinched Jiang Juan's chin, and shook Jiang Juan repeatedly in the same way as in the past to wake him up, but this time, the boy's eyelashes did not move anymore, and he did not make any more vague complaints.

Jiang Juan was lying in Xue Fangli's arms, his scarlet clothes falling down, like overturned rouge, falling all over the ground one after another, he was lifeless in this chaos of red.

Xue Fangli said sharply: "The imperial doctor!"

Physician Sun came along with him. Hearing the summons, he ran over in a panic. He lifted his robe, knelt on the ground, and took Jiang Juan's pulse.

Touching the pulse with his fingers, he waited for a moment, and then Imperial Physician Sun let out a "huh" with doubts all over his face, so he switched Jiang Juan's other hand, but not long after, Imperial Physician Sun switched back again, and hurried out. sweating.

Xue Fangli asked: "What happened to him?"

Physician Sun moved his lips, "Report to Your Majesty, the Queen..."

Physician Sun kowtowed heavily, and said fearfully, "There is nothing abnormal about the pulse condition."

"No exception?"

Xue Fangli stared at him, the aura around him was extremely cold, and his expression was ugly, "Nothing unusual, could it be that he just fell asleep?"

Physician Sun didn't dare to answer, his forehead was pressed tightly to the ground, and he didn't dare to vent his breath.

Xue Fangli glanced at Jiang Juan, stood up, and said a word in a cold tone.

"Call all the people from the Tai Hospital to Gu."

So far, this accident has forced the suspension of the enthronement ceremony.

Xue Congjun asked in a daze: "What's wrong with Brother Juan? Have you had a heart attack?"

Jiang Qingliang said: "Why can't you diagnose a heart attack?"

Gu Puwang didn't say anything, he just watched Xue Fangli carry Jiang Juan into the sedan chair, and after a while, he said, "Go and have a look."

Before he and Jiang Qingliang took a few steps, Xue Congyun finally regained his understanding, "Don't go, I'll go. My fifth brother looks so bad now, he annoys me, at most he just punishes me, maybe you guys will. "

It's really inappropriate for Gu Puwang and Jiang Qingliang to go there, Gu Puwang thought for a moment, and said to Xue Congyun: "If you go there, be quiet."

Xue Congyun: "... Got it."

The new empress passed out at the enthronement ceremony, which was not a trivial matter. People from the Tai Hospital rushed to him and began to check Jiang Juan's pulse before he could even catch his breath.

Imperial Physician Sun is the oldest and most experienced imperial physician in the imperial hospital. Even he said that there is no abnormality, let alone other imperial physicians.

Similar to the case of the doctor Sun Cai taking the pulse just now, the doctor who took the pulse of Jiang Juan this time also frowned tightly. He raised his sleeve and wiped the cold sweat over and over again, but no matter how you looked at it, the pulse was—"He is what happened."

Xue Fangli asked calmly, but when he grabbed Jiang Juan's hand, his veins burst out, and his eyes were even more bloodshot. Under this calmness, danger surged endlessly.

The imperial doctor was so excited that the words came to his lips, but he didn't dare to tell the truth. He said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, wait for the subject to discuss it with his colleagues... let's talk again?"

Xue Fangli let out a "hmm", unable to detect any emotion.

It took only a short while for the imperial doctor to step out of the sedan chair, his body was already drenched with sweat, but the imperial doctor didn't care about it at all, he just anxiously asked his colleagues who also worked in the imperial hospital for help.

"how much longer."

With a sound of "boom", Xue Fangli tapped his fingers on the low table. Xue Fangli's expression was extremely impatient, but in fact, it didn't take long before and after. This imperial doctor didn't even have a few words with his colleagues. sentence.

It can be said that if there is no abnormality in the pulse condition, it means there is no abnormality. Stretching out the head is a knife, and retracting the head is also a knife. After all, the imperial doctor took a deep breath and said to Xue Fangli with fear: "Report to Your Majesty—" "Maybe it's because my medical skills are not good , The queen's pulse condition is not abnormal. The drowsiness may be caused by being too tired in recent days, how about...you wait and see?"

The imperial physician's tone was uncertain, Xue Fangli listened and repeated, "Wait and see?"

He laughed, the anger in his heart could no longer be restrained, and Xue Fangli no longer concealed his emotions, he said sullenly: "The Tai Hospital really raises a bunch of waste!"

"Get out, get out of here!"

He said get out, and the people in the hospital naturally didn't dare to stay, and kowtowed one after another. They really walked away, and they were terrified.

Xue Fangli watched indifferently, the long-lost headache hit again, and his violence also began to surge, which could not be calmed down.

In the past, as long as Jiang Juan was around, all of this would subside, but this time, it all started because of him.

"His Majesty……"

Director Wang said cautiously: "Why don't you just let people bring all the doctors in Beijing into the palace? It's not too good for a hospital. What if these doctors can see some tricks?"

Xue Fangli closed his eyes, "Tell me."

Manager Wang saluted and hurriedly went to do it, but before taking a few steps, Xue Fangli spoke again and stopped him.

"Ananda."

Xue Fangli's tone was very cold, "Immediately order to find a monk named Ananda."

On the day when he was crowned prince, Jiang Juan entered the pagoda alone, but was pushed down the stairs. After waking up, he didn't know Xue Fangli was there, and told Lanting about a monk named Ananda.

This Ananda said that Jiang Juan had three catastrophes in his life, and mentioned that his mind and soul were unstable.

After hearing this, Xue Fangli sent someone to look for Ananda once, but found nothing. This time Jiang Juan fainted for no reason, but he was determined to find him.

"Today is to dig three feet into the ground, and I will find this monk out alone."

Xue Fangli bit every word extremely hard, and was full of killing intent.

Whether it's pretending to be a ghost, or it doesn't matter if it's true, Jiang Juan is like this, and he has nothing to do with him.

Director Wang didn't know the reason, but he didn't ask too much. Since Xue Fangli gave the order, he took the order, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Knowing the importance of Jiang Juan, Manager Wang didn't dare to delay, he almost trotted all the way, and soon disappeared.

Xue Fangli withdrew his gaze and landed on Jiang Juan's face. He slowly lowered his head and buried it on Jiang Juan's neck. Amidst the lingering fragrance, Xue Fang's heart felt even worse.

After a long time, Xue Fangli said again: "Leave the palace and go to Zhao'an Temple."

He doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but he would rather go to a temple than letting Jiang Juan fall asleep.

Perhaps it was an unfortunate coincidence that when we arrived at Zhao'an Temple, the gates of the temple, which used to be crowded with people, were closed today, and there were very few pilgrims. There was only a sweeping monk sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the gate.

The guard reported back: "Your Majesty, today is the memorial day of Master Wu. The abbot of Zhao'an Temple and the monks in the temple went up to the mountain to worship together. Zhao'an Temple is not open to the public."

Xue Fangli suppressed his irritability, "Miaoling Temple."

It didn't take long to arrive at the place. The temple that I had only visited a few months ago was in a mess today, and the buildings in the temple were torn down.

After questioning the nearby villagers, the guard said fearfully, "Your Majesty, Miaoling Temple is under renovation recently, so you cannot enter it."

Xue Fangli said again: "Return to Bao Temple."

Every temple is full of incense every day, but today, on this day, when Xue Fangli came to the door with Jiang Juan in his arms, the gates were closed tightly, and the gods and Buddhas in the heavens were nowhere to be seen.

"Your Majesty, all the monks of Guibao Temple went out to seek alms today."

"Guiling Temple is forbidden to enter, their abbot passed away last night."

"I can't get in, there are no pilgrims in Jingti Temple today."

……

After walking around almost every temple in the capital, in the end, none of the temples were open. Xue Fangli smiled, his body was full of bloody smell, and his expression was terrifying.

If the gods and Buddhas are missing, you can force your way in.

Bodhisattvas are afraid of causes, and all living beings are afraid of consequences. He is not afraid of evil consequences, but only fears that evil consequences will be born on young people.

He is also afraid of...

The boy woke up and had a fight with him.

The boy was born with a kind heart, if he knew that he was embarrassing others, it would only make him unhappy.

Xue Fangli lowered his eyes and stroked Jiang Juan's face with his fingers, "Where did you lose your soul?"

"Forgot what I said?"

No one responded.

Jiang Juan lay in his arms, extremely quiet.His breathing was shallow and his heartbeat was weak, as if it was the same as usual, but he just snoozes a little, and he hasn't woken up yet, and he can't respond.

After staring at him for a long time, Xue Fangli remembered a place.

There is a pagoda that enshrines relics. If you have something in your heart, worship all the way to the top floor, there will be a real Buddha appearing, and your wish will come true.

He wants nothing but the well-being of one person.

"Mirror Flower Tower."

Xue Fangli said: "Go to Jinghua Pagoda."

The pagoda is towering, with a total of 37 floors. The last time, Jiang Juan met Ananda here, and it was also the stairs where he was pushed down.

To make people optimistic about Jiang Juan, Xue Fangli stepped into the tower.

"Fifth brother! Fifth brother!"

Xue Congyun followed him all the way, and also wondered all the way, not knowing how Xue Fangli went to the temple. Now seeing him walking into the pagoda, he couldn't help it anymore, and hurried to catch up.

"What are you doing here?"

"Ask for something."

Xue Congyun was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered that this is the Jinghua Tower, and also remembered the legend about the Jinghua Tower.

He, the fifth elder brother, never believed in the theory of ghosts and gods, but now he wants to enter the pagoda and bow down, for whom it is obvious.

"Fifth brother, you..."

If you want something, you have to kowtow all the way to the highest point, Xue Congyun can't imagine him coming to kowtow.

In the past in the palace, Xue Fangli had no scruples when he became crazy. He never knew what restraint was, and he didn't bother to restrain himself. He was a bit arrogant from the bottom of his heart. Whether it was the emperor's grandmother or his father, Xue Congyun felt that he didn't have much. Respect, not to mention these mysterious and mysterious ghosts and gods.

Xue Congyun also heard that a while ago, his imperial grandmother made Jiang Juan difficult for Jiang Juan and asked Jiang Juan to kneel to her. After Xue Fangli arrived, she even smashed the Buddha statues and tablets she enshrined.

Xue Congyun really couldn't imagine his fifth elder brother bowing down layer by layer.

"Fifth brother, do you really want to bow down?"

Xue Congyun asked him in a daze.

Xue Fangli glanced at him annoyedly, but walked in without answering.

"... Otherwise, I'll beg."

Xue Congyun is serious.

He couldn't imagine his fifth brother bowing down, and he also felt that his fifth brother shouldn't kneel to anyone, and there was nothing worthy of his kneeling.

"No. He is my wife, so naturally I should ask."

Xue Fangli shouldn't kneel to anyone, there is nothing worth kneeling for, but to be honest, he doesn't even believe in ghosts and gods, he just thinks he's pretending to be a ghost. He went to many temples as usual, and finally came to this pagoda.

Because of Jiang Juan.

Because a monk said that Jiang Juan was unstable.

He was afraid that Jiang Juan would lose his soul, so he would sleep forever.

He was afraid that Jiang Juan would abandon him.

Anyone in this world can abandon him, anyone can leave, except Jiang Juan.

All his life, he had trampled on his dignity and knelt down to gods and Buddhas, and they would force him to stay.

Xue Fangli lifted his robe and slowly knelt on the ground.

A few hours ago, he was still in the enthronement ceremony. He was the young new emperor and was worshiped by thousands of people.

At this moment, Xue Fangli was still wearing that gorgeous dress, flamboyant black and gold, with layers of hem, complicated and gorgeous, but he was kneeling on the dilapidated stairs.

He straightened his back, bent down expressionlessly, and kowtowed.

"...Fifth brother."

Xue Congyun felt uncomfortable watching, he opened his mouth, but didn't know how to stop it.

Xue Fangli is his fifth brother, Jiang Juan is his tired brother, they are the best in the world, Xue Congyun can't stop him, so he kowtows along with Xue Fangli.

From the first floor to the 37th floor, kowtow one step at a time, kneel down one floor at a time, from dawn to dusk, and from dusk to dusk, Xue Fangli had a splitting headache, but every step he took, every time he kowtowed, there was no perfunctory until reaching the seventh floor of Jinghua Tower No.30.

Pale fingers gripped the armrest, and Xue Fangli slowly stood up.

On the high platform, between the spreading saffron and the peacock feathers, there is a relic.

The font of the sprinkled gold is written with the name of the master.

— Ananda.

Xue Fangli looked at it for a while, maybe it was caused by a headache, maybe it was caused by anger, a few traces of blood escaped from his lips, he slowly wiped it away, and smiled casually, "Playing tricks and playing tricks."

"Is it true that I can't find you?"

It took a lot of time to bow down to the 37th floor, but it didn't take so long to get out of the pagoda. Xue Fangli walked out of the Jinghua Pagoda. He lifted the car curtain, but the boy was still sleeping peacefully, without any sign of waking up.

Xue Fangli asked, "Have you found Ananda?"

The guard replied: "Still looking."

Xue Fangli closed his eyes, full of hostility, "I smashed all the temples in Beijing, and arrested the monks."

They smashed temples and killed monks in a proper manner, which is no different from killing monks. The guards were shocked, but they could only respond, "...Yes."

Not long after, the imperial guards in Beijing were dispatched, and the sound of beating and smashing was endless, the closed gate was kicked open, monks were tied up and taken away, and the sound of begging for mercy was endless.

"Did you hear?"

Xue Fangli looked at Jiang Juan, smiled slightly and said, "If you are angry, stop me. As long as you tell me, I will stop."

Jiang Juan didn't move.

Xue Fangli said again: "I smashed temples and killed innocent people indiscriminately. If there is really karma, I will naturally not let you go. You will eat the evil consequences with me."

Jiang Juan remained silent.

In front of Jiang Juan, Xue Fangli was gentle most of the time, his hostility and agitation were completely hidden, but at this moment, Xue Fangli could no longer restrain his nature, he looked at Jiang Juan with a sullen expression on his face, " Did you really forget what you promised me?"

"You said—won't abandon me."

Xue Fangli tightly grasped Jiang Juan's wrist, and pulled him into his arms with such force that he seemed to want to crush Jiang Juan's flesh and blood. No tears were shed, he was still in a coma, ignorant of everything.

"Then go to hell with me."

After a long time, Xue Fangli spoke softly and slowly, his tone seemed to be coaxing, and outside the sedan chair was a tied monk.

Xue Fangli lifted his bright red lips, and his voice was icy cold, "Ananda will kill one person if he doesn't show up for a while, and ten people if he doesn't show up for a moment, until he shows up!"

The imperial guards listened to the order, pushed out a monk, pushed him to the ground, unsheathed his long sword, raised it high, and was about to fall—"I will take you to a place."

A timid voice sounded, a dirty little hand opened the curtain, the little monk looked at Xue Fangli nervously, and talked to him lying on the window.

The little monk glanced at Jiang Juan, and said, "I like this brother, he gave me this."

As he spoke, the little monk raised his hand, and in his hand was holding a piece of broken silver.

If Jiang Juan was awake, he would naturally recognize this little monk as the one who was led by Ananda last time.

And the broken silver in the young monk's hand was the broken silver that Jiang Juan didn't know the old monk's identity. He heard him say that the young monk was hungry and felt that he was unreliable, so he gave the young monk a broken silver.

The author has something to say: ①From "Master Yinguang": Wise people are afraid of the cause, but most people are more afraid of the result.