medicine stone without medicine

As soon as these words came out, not only Liaoyang and Zhou Yewang were stunned, but even Lou Hua and Qin Dongyi who were watching the play were startled.

Lou Hua looked at the keel, and thought of something, suddenly chuckled:

"The thing that the demon king's descendants have been looking for for decades is actually in the body of such a little girl."

Qin Dongyi on the side gave him a sideways look.

He knew the sea, Ying Long sighed:

"It's no wonder I haven't noticed the dragon bone's breath in recent years. It turns out that I'm here with the girl, so it's no wonder her breath is so familiar. Smelly baby, you really treat me as an outsider, and don't tell me that the dragon bone is by your side."

Qin Dongyi paused, and only said:

"He's protecting Liaoyang."

Liaoyang originally relied on the keel in its body to transform into form. If the keel was taken away, the little girl would be stripped of her original nature and would not be able to survive.

At that time, Lou Hua was very guarded. He didn't trust anyone, so he didn't tell others the secret of the keel until he died.

Over there, Liaoyang's eyes widened when he heard the words "Yinglong keel".

Although she has never heard of the Demon King, she has heard of Ying Long.The story of Ying Long's battle with Jin Ji is well-known, and she never dreamed that one of Ying Long's six pieces of body was actually inside her body.

"So, let's make a decision."

Mozun played with the keel in his hand and said:

"Now dig the keel and die in Chang'an City, or go back with me?"

"I……"

The light in the little girl's eyes dimmed again.

She now knows how important the baby in her body is, but this choice is still very difficult for her.

"Ayang, you can go with Lord Mozun."

At this moment, Zhou Yewang who had been silent all the time suddenly spoke.

He is an ordinary mortal who doesn't understand the grotesque world they talk about, nor does he have the magical aura in their hands.

He can only read and write, or at this time, persuade his little girl:

"Go with Master Mozun, you are safe. I have no ability to protect you, and I can only cause you trouble. I will stay here, take the exam and fulfill my wish, and you have to work hard."

"but……"

The little girl hesitated to speak, and said awkwardly:

"However, the snail girl married a young scholar in the end. I don't know how to do housework or cook like her, but I think of her like..."

want to marry you.

Liaoyang's face was as red as a red fruit, and even Zhou Yewang's ears were red.

The night in early spring carries the thoughts of the young man's love. Such a romantic atmosphere was finally broken by a chuckle.

Liaoyang looked dissatisfied at the owner of the laughter:

"What are you laughing at! Is it funny!"

Mozun suppressed the smile from the corner of his lips, shook his head, and rarely corrected his expression.

Liaoyang even saw a trace of disappointment from his expression:

"No. I just think that the girl is quite brave."

After the little girl confessed, Mozun swallowed back the words that had hurt her.

He originally wanted to tell the little girl that the powerful demon clan would bring misfortune to mortals when they were together.

But after thinking about it, it seems good to stop here for the pure and beautiful stories of young people.

Anyway, the separation between these two people is a lifetime, and the life of a mortal is fragile and short, so it is a good choice to let the story end here.

Liaoyang was finally taken away by Mozun.

Before leaving, the little nerd, who has always only studied knowledge, ran to the fence in the courtyard, and shouted at the back of the two leaving:

"Ah!"

Liaoyang looked back at him: "What's the matter?"

"I'm waiting for you!!"

Zhou Yewang blushed, but still shouted at her firmly:

"How long will I wait for you! I want to marry Zhiyuan girl as my wife!"

Liaoyang smiled at him:

"it is good!!"

That night, under the full moon, the youthful young people parted, leaving only a promise to the moon.

After Liaoyang left, Zhou Yewang slept on his own bed again after two years, but he was always a little unaccustomed to it.

Until the middle of the night, there was a little noise in the house, Zhou Yewang thought that a thief had entered the house, but when he turned over, he saw that it was Lord Mozun who had left earlier.

Mo Zun seemed to be drunk, and he was lying on his desk, all pen, ink, paper and inkstone rolled to the ground.

Seeing this, Zhou Yewang hurriedly got up from the bed and poured him a glass of water.

Mozun thought it was wine he handed over, and drank it in one gulp, but frowned.

But he didn't care too much, just asked:

"Child, how old are you?"

"Years and hair."

"speak English."

"……15 years old."

"15 years old." Mozun smiled at him with his head propped up:

"I'm only five years old, I'm three hundred and five years old."

"..." Zhou Yewang didn't know what to answer, but Mozun took the words on his own.

he asks:

"Aren't you human races all gifted? Know how to make others like you... You know love at the age of 15, but why, the deity is more than 300 years old, and still don't know anything. What is love? Is it because I haven't done it well enough?" ?”

This person didn't know how much he drank, and he completely lost his previous arrogance, but became a little more fragile.

Zhou Yewang didn't know what he was talking about, so he could only answer his question:

"If you want others to like you, it's not enough to just do well, you have to exchange your sincerity for your sincerity."

"Heart?" Hearing this word, Mozun was stunned for a moment.

He subconsciously touched the position of his heart, frowned, clenched the material of his heart, and murmured:

"But I don't have a heart, what should I do?"

This question stumped a 15-year-old nerd.

He can only ask:

"Then, Master Mozun, what kind of person is the girl you like? May I help you think about it?"

One dares to teach, the other dares to believe.

Mozun really thought about it seriously, and finally, he looked at Zhou Yewang and smiled:

"It's a secret."

Saying that, Mozun yawned, lay down on the table and closed his eyes, murmuring:

"I'm strong. I killed the demon king and ruled the demon world. Wait, wait, I'll take him back and lock him up, and let him be mine alone. I haven't seen him for a long time. I miss him so much." .”

"No."

Zhou Yewang's heart tightened when he heard such dangerous remarks.

Although it had nothing to do with him, he still reminded in a low voice:

"No, you can't do that."

But Mozun seemed to have fallen asleep and ignored him at all.

Zhou Yewang sighed.

He couldn't just throw him by the table like this, he could only move him to the bed, and then he went back behind the screen to make a bed on the floor.

Zhou Ye looked at the lines on the wall and listened to the shallow breathing of the person behind the screen, a little lost in thought.

He was thinking, it turns out that such a powerful person will also have troubles, and he will be like a child if he drinks too much.

Later, Mozun would come to Zhou Yewang's house to drink every now and then, and would always share some stories about Liaoyang with him.

It's just that every time this person comes, he always has some different injuries on his body.Every time Zhou Yewang asked about it, Mozun would only say that it was drawn by himself.

How could anyone hurt themselves.

Zhou Yewang couldn't figure it out, so he used all kinds of ancient and modern principles to persuade him to cherish life, but every time he heard his words, Mozun couldn't stop laughing as if he heard some big joke, and just said he didn't understand.

They come and go, but the relationship between the two is not bad.

Later, Zhou Yewang caught up with the current emperor's recruitment of magi, and he entered the most noble hall in Chang'an for the first time. In the hall, he made a lot of suggestions and ideas, and was finally appointed by the emperor as the number one scholar, and he was promoted to rank.

When Zhou Yewang was very young, his mother told him that he should learn more in the future and become a useful person to the country.

Later, his mother passed away, but Zhou Yewang remembered her teachings, still read poetry and books, and finally shined in the officialdom.

That year, he became the youngest prime minister in the history of the dynasty.

If there is no accident, he will bring the dynasty to its peak, and his name will be passed on for generations, and will be praised and admired by future generations.

Everything seems to be developing in the best direction, but there are also regrettable things, for example, since he stepped into the officialdom, the Lord Mozun has never come to his house for a drink.

Zhou Yewang didn't have many friends since he was a child, and now that Liaoyang and Mozun are gone, he can only devote his enthusiasm to his career.

The emperor once offered to reward him with a house, but Zhou Yewang declined, and only renovated and expanded his original log cabin. He was also afraid that the old man would not be able to find his way home when he came back.

Day by day, everything seems to be getting better, but the dangerous undercurrent is still surging in the invisible.

The emperor is old, and the princes are eager to move, all staring at the supreme position.

Among them, the most promising ones are the virtuous and upright third prince, and the eighth prince who is supported by the national teacher.

The national teacher is Ning Sang who paraded through the streets on a golden chariot a few years ago.

As Mr. Zhou Yewang said at the time, Ningsang Guoshi didn't feel at ease.His government orders seem to care about the people, but they are full of selfishness, but he is highly valued by the emperor, and only Zhou Yewang dares to find fault with him in the entire court.

Zhou Yewang is an upright person with no tolerance in his eyes, and only pursues his own heart to act.

But at the time, he obviously didn't understand the truth, which is called too hard and easy to break.

Later, the dynasty suffered internal and external troubles.

Small foreign countries outside the border kept harassing the border. In the court, the third prince suddenly died suddenly for unknown reasons. The old emperor was getting thinner day by day.

They continued to suppress Zhongliang, and many old officials were chilled and resigned one after another.

And Zhou Yewang, who has always been a thorn in Ning Sang's eyes, will be better off.

In the worst case, he was framed as a spy of a foreign country, and someone even went to his home to search for evidence.Fortunately, more than a dozen old ministers jointly signed a letter, and the old emperor trusted him, so the matter was suppressed.

But Zhou Yewang couldn't see the light from the dark hall.

On the day he was released from prison, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and there was a faint roar of thunder.

Zhou Yewang's hair was a little disheveled, and he walked home from the imperial city step by step.

Unlike the other ministers who were well-clothed and well-fed in the court, Zhou Yewang was the most expensive as the prime minister, but there were not many waiters at home, and the yard was not too big or small, so it was a bit deserted to live alone.

But it was also because of this that when he returned home, he immediately noticed something strange at home.

For example, the flowers and plants in the yard have been pruned, the paper-cuts on the windows have been pasted up, and even the chess game on the table has been untied.

"Zhou Ye Wang."

At that time, Zhou Yewang heard a familiar voice.

He looked back subconsciously, and saw a little girl sitting on the old tree in the yard.

She still seemed to be the same as before, sitting on a tree branch and swinging her legs, the silver bell on her ankle made a crisp sound.

The first time I saw it was a sunny day, the next time it was cloudy.

But the little girl's smile didn't change at all, it was still as bright as the sun.

She reached out and threw something at Zhou Yewang.

Zhou Yewang was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand to take it, and saw it was a small purse embroidered with mandarin ducks.

The stitches on the purse are crooked and rough, but it can be seen that the master embroidered them carefully, stitch by stitch.

Zhou Yewang touched the little mandarin duck on the purse with his fingertips, and suddenly heard Liaoyang say:

"Zhou Zhou, the Prime Minister is not happy with what he did, so let's stop doing it."

"You promised to marry me, now that I'm here to marry you, do you still count?"