Jiang Qing

But in just a few days, the breath of late spring has already permeated the air. After a rain, most of the pear blossoms that were flying before have fallen, and only a few scattered ones are left hanging on the branches, as if they are about to fall into the pear blossoms when the wind blows. soil.

The two of them had been standing on the wall of the White Mansion for a long time. If the pear tree hadn't grown so tall that it could barely cover most of their bodies, they would have been discovered by the servants long ago.

There was no one in the courtyard, not even the girl who cleaned it, it was empty.Half an hour ago, after Ji Pu entered the room, there was no movement.

"Are you soft-hearted?" Glancing at the expression of the person beside him, Li An waved his fan and continued to stab his heart with a knife, "After knowing his feelings for you, are you reluctant to do so?"

In the past few days, the phrase "I have been delighted for a long time" and the word "yes" that Bai Bingchen affirmed that night when he used the soul-hunting technique have been circling in his mind. Mei Shao looked deeply at the closed door, as if Only by standing here, separated by such a small courtyard, can he sort out his thoughts and force himself to make a final decision.

After waiting for a long time without getting a response, Li An was about to seize this rare opportunity and choked on a few more words before hearing him speak.

"The plan remains the same." After the four words were light and fluffy, Mei Shao withdrew her gaze, turned and left.

Li An stopped him: "Have you really thought it through?"

"You can let go of old love, but never forget old hatred."

It's just a joy when I was young, it's nothing, Mei Shao said to herself.

Even if they really liked each other a little at that time, even if Bai Bingchen really had a little sincerity in this complicated situation, it was just the past.Is there anything that will not be worn away by time?Just like them, when they were teenagers at the time, they sat opposite each other under the lamp and drank on the eaves, and they never thought that they would meet again now, and the blood feud would be insurmountable.

Seeing his resolute leaving back, Li An suddenly became flustered, and he tentatively said: "If I said that he wanted to save you back then, would you..."

Mei Shao's footsteps faltered slightly, but she still moved forward.

As if sensing something, Bai Bingchen in the room suddenly looked out the window, his eyes were clear and bright, but he only captured the falling pear blossoms.

"This illness made me miss the best flower viewing season, what a loss."

Seeing him wanting to sigh Luo Hua, Ji Pu knew that his illness was considered to be cured, so he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief: "Your illness has caused me to run around and be scorned by others. If you are not the child of the senior sister, I'm too lazy to care about you. Disobedient patients like you will be permanently recorded in the doctor's refusal list. "

"But I don't take credit for it. Your illness is caused by the antidote given by Mei Shao." Ji Pu handed over the note, "Jiang Yan said that there is enmity between you. I think it is strange. If the enmity is real It’s so deep, why would he save you?”

"You went to look for him?" Bai Bingchen tried to stand up, but the weak dizziness pushed him back again.

The roar whizzing past in his head made him nearly out of breath, he pressed his temples, and remained silent for a while, the dizzy feeling slowly subsided.

"Patriarch?" Jiang Yan walked in with the medicine in hand, and saw that his face was tired and worried.

Unexpectedly, he would have such a big reaction, Ji Pu hurriedly said: "I haven't seen him before, the antidote was delivered by someone else. Even the antidote I specially sent a letter to Guzhong to ask in detail, and I didn't know it. I dare to accept it for you only if I say there is no problem."

What Bai Bingchen was worried about was not the authenticity of the antidote, but the source of the antidote.

The smell of "lonely pillow" has only become popular in the ghost market in recent years. However, there is an unwritten rule in all transactions in the ghost market. The seller and the buyer do not know each other's identity. The middleman does the work, and when the two parties contact the middleman, they don't show their true colors, but wear ghost masks.Middlemen, also known as ghost merchants, take a profit from each transaction as compensation.

If the antidote to the "Lonely Pillow" could be bought and sold in the ghost market, Bai Bingchen would have his own way to get it, so why would he have to endure so many years of painstaking efforts.And this thing that even the ghost market can't produce, appears in Mei Shao's hands, which makes people think deeply, either there is a hermit doctor beside him who surpasses the same sad valley, or he is the seller behind it.

The second possibility is that just thinking about it makes Bai Bingchen feel flustered. He originally thought that Mei Shaohui just wanted to get involved in the court, but unexpectedly, his hand behind his back was so long, it was beyond his expectation and control.

He is in the light, and he is in the dark. Under such a situation, he is not sure to fight head-on.What's more, the eyes of the court that the world has been talking about all the time - Anxiang Pavilion, is not in my hands at all.

In order to keep himself from thinking too deeply, Bai Bingchen unfolded the note to divert his attention, and what caught his eyes was his handwriting, with elegant peaks, short and flat start, and decisive writing, but such familiar handwriting made him see clearly. Frown frequently.

"Jiang Yan, since Mei Shao came to Pingdu, has anyone fought against anyone?" Bai Bingchen stared at the note with a solemn expression.

"Fight?" Jiang Yan couldn't believe his ears. He glanced at Ji Pu who was at the side, and felt that it was not good to tell him about it. It can be seen that Bai Bingchen had no intention of letting him avoid it, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say: " His martial arts were abolished by you personally, the Patriarch, how can he fight against others, don't you know the Patriarch the best?"

Bai Bingchen handed the note to Jiang Yan: "You are a martial artist, you can tell by looking carefully."

Jiang Yan had already seen this note when he was in Lanwei Pavilion, and he only glanced at it at that time, but after confirming that it was Mei Shao's handwriting, it was quite different when he looked at it again.

"How... is this possible?" Jiang Yan murmured incredulously while holding the note, "In the imperial prison, he was indeed useless in martial arts. The first emperor even sent someone to investigate, otherwise how could he He was able to walk out of the gate of the imperial prison alive. But his handwriting is the same as before, without any vain wrist strength."

"What's so strange about this." Ji Pu listened for a long time, gradually figured out what they said, and interjected: "Even if a martial arts practitioner's martial arts are abolished, the wrist strength will not change much, unless ..." He suddenly widened his eyes, looked at Bai Bingchen, and spoke after a while: "No way, are you so cruel?"

"I was the one who broke his tendon in the imperial prison. I know how badly he was hurt. Even if a sage like you treats him, he can only keep his life as usual. Words like this are definitely not true. Will write again."

Even after hearing him say it himself, Ji Pu still couldn't believe that the gentle and gentle person in front of him would do such a thing.There was no trace of regret or sadness on Bai Bingchen's face, that indifferent expression was like a mask burned on his face, and no one could try to tear out other emotions.

Ji Pu thought that after his senior sister remarried, he had lived in Jingzhou for a while.Bai Bingchen was not very talkative since he was a child. He looked older than himself at such a young age. Uncle Ji laughed at himself because of this, he didn't look like an elder.

In order to protect his own face, Ji Pu often made up tragic cases of seeking revenge in the Jianghu, or folk tales of ghosts and gods to frighten him.But Bai Bingchen was also stubborn, he was obviously scared, but he pretended nothing happened in front of others, but at night, he would hide in a corner with his eyes open, not daring to sleep.Once when he went out to go to the doctor and something went wrong, he ran back to seek help from his senior sister with blood on his hands. Bai Bingchen turned pale when he saw the blood on his hands.

Such a child who dared not sleep at night after listening to ghost stories, and would be soothed for a long time when he saw blood, can now be able to slash other people's knives with his hands. Thinking of this, Ji Pu couldn't help but feel a little chills in his heart, and said with a wry smile: " I really don’t know if it was a blessing or a curse for Senior Sister to let you come here, I remember that you were originally afraid of blood.”

"I was ignorant when I was young, saw few people, and was afraid of ghosts and gods. Now it's too late to speculate on people's hearts, so I don't have the time to be afraid of that." Bai Bingchen smiled slightly, and comforted him in turn, "I have lived in Jingzhou for a long time, under the protection of my mother, I'm afraid I'm still the child who fears ghosts and gods, and my mother sent me back to the White Mansion because she probably wanted me to grow up quickly."

To grow into what they hoped to be, to become a generation of courtiers who can protect the family and revitalize the lintel of the White Mansion.This is his greatest role as the child of Bai Jianye and Wu Chufu.He is destined to be just a product of a family marriage, a child who was not born with love in the first place, what qualifications does he have to hide under the wings of his parents and be a happy and decadent wanderer.It's just that Bai Bingchen didn't say that.

He turned to Jiang Yan and asked, "Did any major events happen in the city during this time?"

Mei Shao is like a curse. Since he entered the capital, Bai Bingchen has spent most of his time on the sickbed. The situation between the court and China that was in his hands has become complicated and confusing.From the moment he disguised himself into the White House, intentionally exposed his ear piercings, and lured him to trace his identity, to this time he sent a note stating that his martial arts were still there.He seemed to be testing his bottom line, showing off his feet time and time again, and in a provocative gesture, he watched how low his bottom line of patience was.

"Wu Ce, Marquis of Jinxi, was seriously ill, so he urgently summoned Ling Che back to the west. When Ling Che resigned from His Majesty, it happened to be this month when the national teacher calculated the auspicious wedding of the Eldest Princess. A few days ago, the General's Mansion was attacked by thieves. Ling Che has lost his personal waist badge, and the whole city is under martial law for the past two days, Qinlou Tavern, passing merchants, and common people will all be inspected one by one."

Jiang Yan reported several recent events in a rigid manner, and Bai Bingchen frowned more and more as he talked about it.

"These things are too well connected. Isn't it too coincidental that all the events in Pingdu were brought together in the general's mansion? The thief who can steal Ling Che's personal waist card must not be a kind person. We Your Majesty is really determined to keep General Ling." Bai Bingchen sneered, "This good show of thieves shouting and catching thieves will not last long. In order to settle Ling Che's heart, before the wedding, this waist card will definitely be given to him by himself. ran out."

Zhao Zhen's determination to develop the army became more and more determined. Once the military power in Western Jin was in His Majesty's hands, the balance of the four major armies' mutual restraint was broken. At this time, Mei Shao took the opportunity to change his method to drill into the court, and the whole focus was on the military power. , this mess is a headache.

In the eyes of outsiders, Bai Bingchen was selected by the Fudi Pavilion, and behind him was an organization like the Anxiang Pavilion. News, intelligence, and court disputes were all under his control.But only he knows that Anxiang Pavilion's eyes looking at the court are buried somewhere in the court, and in whose hands, they are staring at the situation in Pingdu.

Unable to wait any longer, Bai Bingchen gently stroked his legs and made a secret decision.

"Ji Pu, help me get rid of the poison." He looked at Ji Pu calmly, with firm eyes, "I asked you when you brought me back from the gate of hell. One day, when the time is right, please help me." .I think now is the best time, I beg you, help me get rid of the poison."

Ji Pu picked up the medicine that had been cold for a long time, his eyes drifted to some unknown place, and his words were perfunctory: "You drink the medicine, and we can talk about other things when you get better."

Pushing away the medicine brought to his mouth, Bai Bingchen stared at him with begging eyes: "I hid my strength and bide my time, and endured it for many years, just for this moment. Now that there is a storm in the court, His Majesty will take over the military power, and Mei Shao will enter the court. This is a good time to reap the power of the family and consolidate the imperial power. Your Majesty has been in power for three years, but he is still constrained. In the long run, the empty foundation of the Li country will definitely attract the eyes of foreign enemies. These legs are too much for me. As long as I can walk normally, In two or three years, I will definitely be able to take advantage of this chaos to stabilize Chao Gang, and then..."

"You'll be dead by then!" Ji Pu raised his head suddenly, his eyes were already red.