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——Two vast sea horses running side by side——

Zhou Tan was fast asleep and didn't hear any whispers. He Lianyun seldom mentioned his own affairs, and seemed to be waiting for Zhou Tan to ask.

But he waited and waited, but no one responded.Ever since someone shared his worries at night, Zhou Langjun has a lot of things to do every day. He goes to lift the lid of the pot in the morning, goes to watch others practice martial arts at noon, and makes two bites of food in the evening and goes to Xitou to sit in shifts, with two hands and a quilt. .

This time, the door god was sitting at the door, greeting the scouts on their way back.

It was Lao Tzu or Dad who paid the money, and even the self-admired ordnance department was extraordinarily lenient to Zhou Tan, and the knife Zhou Tan wanted was stepped up to forge.Of course, it was Zhou Tan who fumbled and found Tie from his luggage.

"When you came here, why did you still bring the iron?"

"Oh..." Zhou Tan sat down a little, and made way: "That's a pot. Qingming said that if you eat human flesh raw in the North, you need to bring a pot."

"Uh..." He Lianyun didn't want to understand the reason for a while: "Why do you use Donghai iron for the pot at home?"

"This..." Zhou Tan paused, but didn't scratch his head.There are many problems in his family who are not particular about particularity, Zhou Tangong opened the blanket and stood up, about to say something, Lu Chengzhi was on time, walking slowly from the other side of the curve, carrying a small medicine box, stretching out his hand, waiting for the medicine to be delivered. Pulse today.

Zhou Tan sat down again, and stretched out his wrist to Lu Chengzhi.

He Lianyun was staring at him, nailing his combat boots in front of the door with one hand, Zhou Tan didn't dare to joke with the doctor anymore and refused to drink medicine, his pulse line was pinched in someone else's hand, and he pressed it carefully.

Lu Chengzhi frowned, her face was so white that no one could see her expression.

"Give me a word?" Zhou Tan asked.

Lu Chengzhi put down his wrist, sneered and said, "I haven't stared at you for a few months, you'll be fine."

Zhou Tan was completely speechless, He Lianyun suddenly got up and asked: "The old poison is gone?"

This scene really subverted the doctor's experience, Lu Chengzhi almost pinched his wrist red, turned over and over and refused to let go: "What did you eat and what did you drink?"

"Wine..." Zhou Tan remembered something: "I haven't drunk it again."

Lu Chengzhi sneered: "Foolish ghost, you are hanging your life in the wine jar."

There was a moment of silence, and a gust of wind came between the three of them. She looked at He Lianyun's suddenly raised head, and stared at Zhou Tan fiercely: "Really?"

"Yes." Zhou Tan drooped his head, feeling a little aggrieved in his heart.

"It's strange..." The nurse let go of his wrist, and twirled the bodhi seed on her wrist: "I finally learned it, so don't bother me."

Although Ms. Lu can be called the "Pearl in the Palm" of Changzhou Lu, she is no different from a brick, and can be moved wherever it is useful.

It is very common for the generals to break their legs due to collisions, and she can often gather a table of cards in front of her room.Zhou Tan made trouble for her a lot, he was able to fall on the ground in a place where there was no detour in the palace, and he still concealed it and did not report it, which is very hateful.

Zhou Tan grabbed He Lianyun's left hand with one hand, and handed it forward like holding a bowl: "Don't worry about me, why don't you take a look at this one?"

From the day when Lu Chengzhi arrived, the two had reviewed and discussed the headache countless times. It was neither cold nor hot, but it was indeed "fetal poison". A biological mother who is said to have passed away shortly after giving birth.

The great shaman was caught by Zhou Tan a few days ago, and he jumped up when he heard this: "I really don't know. When I saw him, he was already three or four years old in the middle tent."

The current situation is turbulent, refugees are moving from south to north, and unborn fetuses are even regarded as rations. At this juncture, how can we talk about the biological father and biological mother who have no memory left.

He Lianyun took this as an old story and didn't mention it, but if the root of the poison is in the mother's body, he must go to this complicated past to get a few more.

"It's said, it's just heard..." The great shaman dropped another clue, unclear: "The two first saw him in Dongzhou Mansion."

He Lianyun was not ignorant of Dongzhou Mansion, but what he knew was either from the scout's report, or the human feelings on paper about local customs and miscellaneous matters.He felt that Dongzhou had nothing to do with him, and he never thought about it.

Dongzhou, Nanzhi, more than [-] years.

Lu Chengzhi shattered a cup of tea: "Back then, who was fighting in the Dongzhou garrison city?"

It was a mess, big and small tribes were biting the north-south boundary, and the state capital was also secretly fueling the flames. The chaotic situation was cheap, and it was unknown who died.

Stepping on the corpse on the opposite side and crossing the wall, one may even realize that the corpses under the feet are father and brother, relatives and friends, old acquaintances chewed up in the chaos.

But among the confused accounts, the most confused one is nothing more than the battle of Dongzhou.For Yujing, the Dongzhou army's great defeat of the enemy is prestige and glory, and it will be difficult for Dongzhou Mansion to make waves from then on.

But people in the know would always mention that the retreating soldiers were still in shock, and the rumors were repeated time and time again, only saying that there were ghost soldiers hiding in Dongzhou Mansion back then.

Arrow feathers flew airtightly from the city wall, but they never saw the people who drew the bow and released the arrow, they were invisible, invisible, colorless and tasteless, but they knew how to kill people.

More complicated events were strung together, and Zhou Tan also remembered that there were many losses in the battle of Dongzhou, including half of Ji Qinghe's life.

The Zhongzhou Chamber of Commerce got involved in the chaos and left several cars behind in Nanzhi. The Yanyun Tower knew little about it. Twenty years ago, the north and the south were like a shattered mica mirror, and it was difficult to piece together the love and people at that time.

Fortunately, Mr. Da Yan was very persistent in picking up children, except for He Lianyu who was thrown to Yinzhou yesterday, Shen Shan rode up and down, among the guards, they couldn't count with two hands.

Just as Zhou Tan stretched his head towards the door, Sesduo passed by with the bowl at the right time, and Zhou Tan stopped him directly.

"Oh..." she recalled: "I remember a saying that red lotus blooms everywhere in Dongzhou. I was surprised, I didn't hear that Dongzhou produces lotus root, lotus root is still delicious in the south, does Yujing also have—— "

Zhou Tan didn't care about the lotus root anymore, he sent Sai Siduo away in a circle.Open the curtain and turn around, said coldly: "Botou Mohua."

Lu Chengzhi didn't know anything about it, and was just piled up a handful of Nanzhi grass, waiting for the water in the pot to boil.

He Lianyun had seen Lu Chengzhi's cruel prescription before, squeezed Zhou Tan's palm, and whispered, "Where's your candy?"

"The rats have been gnawed away..." Zhou Tan opened his eyes and went blind, and continued: "Botou Mohua is entrenched in Dongzhou. Maybe it was with them in the first battle."

He Lianyun didn't answer, the smell of Nanzhicao and Yaoyinzi was still in his mouth, Zhou Tan's eyes were burning, and he went over to check his cage.

There will be no serious book about this overly mysterious group of people. Even those who are comfortable in and out of the palace only know of a "occupation in the east boat."

Zhou Tan no longer remembers where he heard such introductions, and there are some related words hidden in his notebook for no reason, but the handwriting is still his own.

He Lianyun swallowed the bitterness in his mouth and said, "This is not your handwriting."

Zhou Tan looked carefully and didn't see any slight difference, but He Lianyun was sure.

"The old man imitates human handwriting..." Lu Chengzhi suddenly said, "That's a unique skill."

In a few strokes, Botou Mohua is entrenched in Dongzhou, and the killing is not complete.The remnants of the church scattered into several roads and went west to Yunzhou.He also said that this cultist can control ghost soldiers, and only Nan Zhi can defeat them.

"What can Nan Zhi break?" Zhou Tan doubted: "It has always been used to appease the blood, and it is so warm and cool that it can be used as a tonic."

"Pure heart and clear ambition..." Lu Chengzhi flicked the grass stem under his hand, and gestured: "Put it in the nasal cavity, so you won't be trapped by hallucinations."

It’s not that Zhou Tan has never seen the matter of controlling ghosts. The pile of shabby things that exploded the mine a few days ago can barely be called “ghost soldiers.”

But it was a dark thread raised by the Ministry of Poor Hair, guided by messy spells, Zhou Tan slammed his mouth, thinking that the so-called "quick sand sac" was ugly and shabby.

"So the arrow rain I saw was a hallucination? If it was a hallucination, there shouldn't be such a big damage."

Lu Chengzhi put down the medicinal soup, took out a handful of herbs and stuffed them into the box, she rubbed her tired wrist: "Let me think about it again, since Nanzhi can be broken, what causes the symptoms must be something that interacts with it, and you can always find it." get."

Everything was just guesswork, Zhou Tan nestled on the other side of the table, carefully reviewing his handwriting.

There is another pile of paperwork facing him, and it seems that there are always endless things to do, which need to be done by He Lianyun.

Zhou Tan took out a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake from under the table, tore open the paper bag, and quietly pushed it to He Lianyun: "The candy is gone, and there are still cakes."

The medicinal soup in my mouth has long since dissipated, and the taste is gone.He Lianyun picked it up, feeling that the person in front of him was being courteous again for nothing, and asked him: "Want to drink?"

"No..." Zhou Tan wanted to cover up, but rested his chin on the pile of paperwork again: "How do you know it's not my handwriting?"

"You won't put so much effort into hooking..." He Lianyun said, "You'll be lazy."

"So that's how it is..." Zhou Tan suddenly laughed: "Indeed."

The old man practiced calligraphy by hanging his wrists from a young age. Before he started practicing swords, he began to practice calligraphy by hanging iron blocks on his wrists.

The late emperor occasionally teased him and said: "Looking at the mansion newspaper, as long as the paper is torn, it is written by him himself. If the paper is smooth and not damaged at all, it must be written by someone else." , taking a break."

If He Lianyun's biological mother was indeed poisoned in the chaos of Dongzhou, maybe the blade hanging above her head could find an opportunity to make it disappear.

His pulse was too weird, if it was a fetal loss, he would only be physically weak and sick.In He Lianyun's pulse condition, it was like a ball of fire walking at night, and a layer of ice was frozen during the day, but the blood energy could still circulate freely, hanging his life, even the doctors couldn't figure it out.

But no matter how to cut the pulse, it looks like a long-term illness, the appearance of death.

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Haizhou Road.

Two vast sea horses galloped side by side, dust flying.One is wearing a purple robe, the other is wearing heavy armor, running like two streamers.

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thank you very much--