Jiang Qing

No wonder the internal supervisor did not bring the news of Bai Bingchen's serious illness until the final martial arts test was over.

Outside Bai Bingchen's door, a group of doctors were tightly surrounded, all looking around and waiting for the news inside. Even Bai Jianzhong, the old patriarch Bai Jianzhong who had been doing cleaning in the bamboo forest in the backyard, came out and stood in the courtyard with a gloomy face.

He stood outside the crowd, looking so lonely and out of place, but none of the maids and servants around him came up to serve the chairs, so they let him stand there.

This morning, the big maid who had been serving Bai Bingchen to wash was in the courtyard on time, but there was no movement from Bai Bingchen's room. Dream.

But an hour later, long after the time Bai Bingchen had ordered in advance to go to see Jing and the eldest princess for a martial arts competition to recruit relatives, the maid became flustered and dared not enter the master's room, and hurried to find Uncle Ji, the housekeeper of the White House.

Uncle Ji watched Bai Bingchen grow up, selfishly took care of him as his own child, and followed him from Jingzhou to Pingdu, so he knew Bai Bingchen's temperament best.

Uncle Ji never intervened in the government affairs in the court, but only devoted himself to taking care of the whole house and Bai Bingchen's daily life.He knew that this child had always been kind to others, but he was the one who had the most trouble with himself.As long as there are things that I can't figure out, or hurdles that I can't get past, I like to lock myself in the room until I get a result.

This kind of character is the most self-suffering. Take the case of Bai Bingchen being grounded by His Majesty last month. After receiving the order of grounding, Bai Bingchen locked himself in the room for several days before coming out.

Meals were delivered without a hitch, and the already thin person became a little thinner.

He just watched Bai Bingchen lock himself in the room again and again, and after a few days, he walked out of the door with resolute eyes, as if he had been inside the door for more than ten years in Pingdu. Alone and restrained, he grew up curled up in just a few days.

It was less than a month since he restrained himself last time, Uncle Ji was really worried about his body, and hurriedly ordered Jiang Yan to knock the door open.

The perennially dark bedroom suddenly saw light, illuminating the person lying on the ground, motionless.

Uncle Ji's heart hung in his throat, and he stepped forward in two or three steps, but his outstretched hand was trembling.

A faint snort touched his fingertips.

Uncle Ji let out a long sigh of relief, almost rolling down a line of tears.

Jiang Yan, who was standing at the back, also let out a long sigh of relief when he saw this, helped Bai Bingchen to the bed with Uncle Ji on the left and right, and hurriedly ordered his servants to invite the doctor.

"Go to Jisheng Hall and invite Master Ji Shaogu." Uncle Ji regained his composure, stretched out his hand to check Bai Bingchen's pulse, and commanded the servant in a deep voice.

He saw that the box of incense by the bed was empty, and he felt dull.This child grew up well-behaved. Originally, he just talked less, but now he smiled warmly and softly outside, but he became colder inside. Now he has no popularity at all.

There has never been such a long time for a cup of tea. Jiang Yan couldn't stand the wait, and was about to go out to invite Ji Pu himself, when he heard a commotion at the door.

"Heh, what's wrong with the Bai family boy?"

Before the person arrived, the voice of ridicule was not light, and he didn't care about Bai Jianzhong who was standing in the yard, and a whole yard of servants.

Ji Pu pushed aside the people gathered at the door of the bedroom, stepped into the door, looked around Bai Bingchen's bedroom with disgust, and was not in a hurry to check Bai Bingchen's condition, trying to unseal the dead window.

"Master Ji Shaogu, you should go and see the Patriarch first!" Jiang Yan, who has always been prudent, couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but reminded him.

Ji Pu struggled to open it for a while, but the window was so tightly sealed that he had to work for a long time before opening half of it. He didn't look back, and stood under the window and said, "Even if it is Yama of the Ten Temples, he doesn't have the guts to open it halfway." I am accepting people under my command. What are you afraid of? He is such a person who wants to die, and you let him live in this airtight place like a coffin all day long. It is a miracle that he is not sick."

After struggling to remove the other half of the window, Ji Pu took a look at Uncle Ji who was sitting by the bed, then restrained his nonchalant look, and saluted respectfully: "Uncle Ji."

Uncle Ji is really not in the mood to teach him a lesson now, so he just nodded in response.

Ji Pu stepped forward to give Bai Bingchen his pulse, and at the same time tried to talk to Uncle Ji: "Don't look at me like this, I'm still counting the herbs in Jishengtang, and I rushed over as soon as you called. not enough?"

"How about it?"

"It's okay, he won't die for a while. You are used to him, so you don't take your own life seriously. If you show the momentum you used to test our books in the valley, keep him obedient, and don't mess with him." A little storm is coming."

After hearing Ji Pu's words, Uncle Ji was completely relieved, and glared at him: "They are all in their thirties, and they still don't look stable. This child has a hard life and a hard temper. I don't take care of it. How can I be sorry?" His mother."

"It's the ones who are rich and powerful." Ji Pu snorted disdainfully, and glanced at Bai Jianzhong, who seemed to be standing outside: "There is no such thing as a father and son in the Baifu. You said that the senior sister is really , Let him come to Pingdu to recognize this father, and he has not asked a word for so many years, so it is inevitable that he is world-weary."

"Chu Fu has her own reasons." Uncle Ji only said this, and no matter how Ji Pu induced him, he refused to say more.

While administering the needles to Bai Bingchen, Ji Pu said casually: "Every one of you has difficulties, but you have never asked Bingchen whether he is willing or not. You always keep things from him, but now that he has grown up Now, some things can always be found out if you want to find out, do you think you can hide it for a lifetime? His current character of smashing his teeth and swallowing himself is not the result of you grinding it out like this. "

"Still, the senior sister and the old man of the Baifu just dare not face Bingchen and tell him what happened back then."

Seeming to have poked a sore spot, Uncle Ji's face was a little ugly, but he still didn't say a word.

"Isn't it because of Senior Brother Liu's death that their married couple..."

"Ji Pu!" Uncle Ji yelled sharply: "You don't pay attention to the words of the owner of the valley, but you still think that I can't use force with my old bones."

Ji Pu quickly shut his mouth, took a sneak peek at Jiang Yan who was standing aside, and continued to administer the needle.

After a while, Bai Bingchen finally woke up slowly. He stared blankly at the air for a long time before uttering a word hoarsely: "Jiang Yan, did Zhou Yue catch it?"

This sentence scared the three people in the room to look at each other, none of them dared to speak.

Before waiting for a response, Bai Bingchen seemed to be in a hurry. He struggled to sit up, and grabbed the air with both hands: "I'm asking you something! Zhou Yueren!"

Ji Pu was startled by his sudden action, and quickly pushed Jiang Yan over, motioning for him to comfort him.

Jiang Yan held Bai Bingchen's groping hand, tried his best to stabilize his mind, and replied, "Patriarch, don't worry. He has been caught."

"That's good, that's good." Bai Bingchen grabbed Jiang Yan's hand, as if grabbing some life-saving straw. After hearing this sentence, he calmed down: "I can't see, can I?"

Jiang Yan didn't reply.

Bai Bingchen tried his best to raise a smile, softly, as if talking to himself: "It's okay, it's okay, it's already disabled anyway, and I don't mind adding another blindness. Anyway, the person I want to see will never be seen again , it doesn’t matter if you can see it or not.”

Jiang Yan held back his choked voice: "Patriarch, what are you talking about? Master Ji Shaogu is here, and he will definitely cure you. Who do you want to see, I will invite you right away."

"I can't see you anymore, Mei Shao is dead."

In Bai Bingchen's empty and dull eyes, two lines of clear tears fell slowly.

After listening for a long time, Ji Pu pulled Jiang Yan away, and shook his hand in front of Bai Bingchen: "Bingchen?"

There was no response, and Bai Bingchen was like a person falling asleep with his eyes open. Uncle Ji couldn't help but slap Ji Pu hard on the head: "Didn't you say it's okay? People are stupid and blind now, what's going on?" thing?"

Ji Pu exclaimed in pain, didn't reply to Uncle Ji's words, gave a few more injections, laid Bai Bingchen flat on the bed, pressed a few acupuncture points, and asked Jiang Yan: "Zhou Yue was killed by him a long time ago, right?"

Jiang Yan didn't expect Ji Pu to know about it, so he hesitated to tell the truth.

"There's no need to hide this. I'm here from my senior sister. I just want to confirm whether Zhou Yue is really dead."

"Yes..." Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Jiang Yan simply cooperated.

"Zhou Yue is dead?" Uncle Ji obviously didn't know the truth, and was stunned: "Then Chufu..."

"Is what he just said happened before? Is the person who shouted also someone I've seen before?"

Jiang Yan briefly explained the assassination of King Xie En.

Ji Pu thought for a while, then sighed: "Uncle Ji, how many 'lonely pillows' has he used all these years?"

"Is it because of the fragrance?"

"Uncle Ji, you also know some medicine. If he uses such an unknown thing day after day, what good will he do?" Ji Pu's words were a little annoyed, but he tried his best to suppress it, " His eyes are fine, and he will recover in a few days, but he is trapped in his own obsession, and he looks no different from a fool on the outside."

"Of course, after a long time, you will become a fool." Ji Pu sneered, "It is enough for a generation of powerful ministers to smoke themselves into a fool."

"Is there nothing else to do?"

"The string in his heart is too tight, and it's a good thing to take this opportunity to rest. With me here, I can't smash the signboard of the Valley of Sadness. Zhou Yue is dead, isn't the Mei Shao he was talking about dead? Invite that person to take care of him for a period of time, maybe it can help him remember something, and I will add medicine from the side, it should be effective." Ji Pu has already begun to calculate the medicinal materials that need to be used, seeing that Jiang Yan is still standing, "Don't want to save your master? Hurry up and hire someone!"

Jiang Yan hesitated to speak.

"Is that person not in Pingdu?"

"Yes, but I have some problems with the Patriarch, so I'm afraid I won't be able to invite you here." Jiang Yan considered his words.

"Political enemy? Stop clinging to political affairs at this time, and just give him a few positions in the court."

"No, it's some personal enmity."

After hearing this, Ji Pu also felt that the matter was difficult, and asked cautiously: "How much personal enmity?"

"Blood feud with all the gangsters." Looking at Ji Pu's face, Jiang Yan shrank his head and said the words.

After being silent for a long time without any response, Jiang Yan dared to raise his head, only to see that Ji Pu's usually stable hands trembled slightly, and he laughed angrily: "He really spared no effort in killing himself."