Qu clear as promised

The wing room has been transformed into an incense hall, but there are no Buddha statues or worship.

Four pillars and nine beams, nanmu hanging on the sky, huge prints, ink wash, fine brushwork, tin and gold murals, giant jade carvings, wood sculptures, and stone statues, all belong to the same person.

Zhu Zhiyi who writes and practices calligraphy, Zhu Zhiyi who dances swords under the moon, Zhu Zhiyi who bows his head and drinks tea, those who go to temple fairs, those who put lanterns, and those who ride horses...

Frame by frame is vivid and vivid, as if reappearing yesterday, and the bits and pieces of Liang Hui are also spread out layer by layer like a scroll.

The big sound has no sound, the elephant is invisible, and the huge monster gives people a huge sense of impact and shock.

Every frame and every piece in every corner is full of Liang Hui's strong, depressive, turbulent, and silent emotions, forming a net that surrounds Zhu Zhiyi from all directions, and he wants to escape but cannot.

Zhu Zhiyi was in the temple, as if he was reborn in the hands of Liang Hui, and transformed into those gods who are flying fairies, holding willow lotus seats, and Nine Heavens Avalokitesvara statues, watching the glorious halls built for him by his most devout believers .

He wasn't that good, nor was he that beautiful, it was Liang Hui who beautified him in his memory.

Liang Hui's impulsive and direct expression reveals a tangled sense of contradiction everywhere, sad, sad, and depressed, but also reveals a strong and indestructible vitality and hope.

The brush strokes are vigorous, crisp and sharp, and even the outlines are fierce, but the jade objects and statues face the sun, warmed by the golden sunlight, as if very casual, but every detail is extremely considerate and thoughtful, as if he has devoted all his heart and energy to it. Effort and blood to carve and support the treasures.

It took Zhu Zhiyi a long time to understand that Liang Hui left the dead despair to the painter, and all the bright and warm hope to the god.

A deep, deep, far-reaching, intense and uncontrollable emotion reached the bottom of his heart silently.

Liang Hui draws spirits and shapes, and also draws Gu, heart Gu and emotion Gu. Zhu Zhiyi senses the danger, but has nowhere to escape, sober and fallen.

That kind of boundless affection clamored to soften his bones and will, erode his doubts and uneasiness, gently and forcefully dragged him into Liang Hui's fingers, step by step, and vowed not to give up until his heart was softened.

Obviously all the paintings, sculptures, and engravings in this room are by himself, but Zhu Zhiyi is like a thief who has strayed into another house's library to spy on other people's secrets, and dare not disturb the owner.

He didn't know that just under his feet, Liang Hui also dug an entire underground mausoleum, all of which were his jade carvings and golden statues. When they were discovered by later generations, the world was shocked. class wonders.

This is something later.

Dried blood can be vaguely seen on some drawing paper and stone statues, and the color palette does not look like the red ocher that can be mixed with plaster stones. The smell of blood leaks secretly from the plaster.

Zhu Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat, and a shocking guess suddenly appeared in her mind, Liang Hui would not...

It is rare for such a calm and indifferent person to panic, his wide sleeve knocked off the pen and paper on the copybook, picked it up with trembling fingers, but found the familiar handwriting—his own.

But in his memory, he never wrote "Several Bong Handwritten Letters, Respect for Kangzhi", and he would not write "I have been away for a long time, and my visits are deep", and he would never write "It's cold and cold, but I am lucky to take care of myself and protect myself, and I live in peace". Forgiveness must win", the more you look at it, the more strange it becomes, and the faster your heart beats.

Zhu Zhiyi's eyes wet when he realized that Liang Hui imitated his handwriting to write a letter to himself.

At this point, he finally could no longer lie to himself that Liang Hui had a good life in the past three years.

The imitated letterhead, Merlin's talisman, the branding on the inside of the arm...everywhere, it shows that Liang Hui's life is not good, very bad... He never mentioned it, but passed through the dark room with a deep sorrow. In the deserted ancestral hall.

He has locked himself here forever.

Zhu Zhiyi felt guilty, it was his fault.

Unable to bear to look any further, he hurriedly found his pen, walked out of the incense hall, and went to the Taifu Temple.

The temple of Taifu is very popular. Although he was convicted of a crime before, he is just and comfortable.

Zhu Zhiyi knelt in front of the hall, her voice was very low: "Grandson is unfilial, and he failed to avenge Zhu family before your death. Justice that came late is not a righteous thing after all, but grandson thinks he has done his best. Thanks to Liang Junting, He also tried his best, please don’t blame one by one.”

"When I was young, you taught me that when a monarch and his ministers get along with each other, they should be far away from each other and close at heart. , nor brave, if perhaps he is an unusual king—”

The Taifu above the main hall looked like white eyebrows and long beard, staring at him silently without answering.

After the court, Liang Hui did not return to the palace, and the people from the imperial hospital were waiting in the imperial study.

"The mother Gu in the Queen's body is messy. The scouts sent to the southern border said that they could not find the original Gu body, and after several mutations and multiplications, the Gu masters in the south can't do anything about it. So, we can only rely on the methods of the Central Plains to cure it."

The chief presented several prescriptions to Liang Hui that he had researched day and night, "Your Majesty, I and your colleagues have developed three prescriptions for clearing the queen's body. Each has its own strengths and weaknesses, and the emperor will decide."

"The first one is conservative, and the medicine is easy to find, but it takes a long time to heal, and it takes a long time to repeat it. It hurts the body, tortures the mind and mind, and requires the queen's firm belief and extraordinary will."

Liang Hui frowned, and the doctor immediately said to the second party: "The second party is good at getting quick results, but the treatment takes a slant, and the risk is quite high, and the patient may be in excruciating pain during the acupuncture treatment—"

Liang Hui immediately interrupted him: "The next party."

The doctor is wondering: "The last one, insurance, it won't take long to see the effect, but it needs a lot of precious medicinal materials, every inch of gold, and—"

Liang Hui didn't hesitate at all: "It's all right, you just write a prescription, and if you want the fairy, I will take the ladder to the fairy palace to get it for you."

The doctor sighed: "If you want fairy things, it's easy to do. Now these three medicines can't be exchanged for money. Golden clematis, Rhodiola rosea, and Gu Minghong slices are all unique to Yizhen Mountain. Yizhen Mountain Palm The door is - Daoist Yizhen."

Liang Hui was startled, his brows frowned, and he cursed the late emperor dozens of times in his heart.

The first emperor once abolished all Taoism and only respected the Buddhist school. The Yizhen Taoist was a Taoist school.

Since then, this person's temperament has changed drastically, he is eccentric, arrogant and rebellious, and he regards the powerful, princes, and wealthy businessmen as pigs and dogs.

But Liang Hui only cared about Zhu Zhiyi's life, and smiled sarcastically: "Could it be the emperor's land on the shore of the world, is there nothing I can do if he doesn't give it to me?"

Knowing his disposition of being a devil king, Yizheng hurriedly dissuaded him: "Your Majesty must not act rashly!"

"Golden clematis grows on the top of the mountain. It is rare and delicate. There are many people who plant it in the world. But in modern times, only the Yizhen Taoist sect cultivated it with a secret recipe. Oranges grown in Huaibei are trifoliate oranges. If your majesty forcibly plunders them , nor can it maintain its vitality, then there will be no elixir to get rid of the Queen's Gu."

The corners of Liang Hui's mouth were tightly pursed, and his eyes were cold. The doctor continued under the pressure, "Besides, the Guminghong tablet is half medicine and half poison. Depends on the growth cycle and age of each flower."

"The Taoist is the only person in the world who knows the most and can tell the difference between each grass plant. The difference is a millimeter, and the difference is a thousand miles. A cent more or a gram less, a life-saving elixir can also turn a life-saving arsenic. If there is no Daoist Yizhen told the truth and was there to guide me, and my minister was blinded by the blind in medicine, which is a big taboo in medicine. Please think twice, Your Majesty!"

Yizheng cut the words with sincerity, lest Liang Hui would be impulsive and order people to arrest Taoist Yizhen, even if the gods came, they would not be able to save the queen.

Liang Hui pointed at the copybook and said, "Then I'll go and ask him."

Yizheng knew very well that the Taoist regarded the Tian family as an extermination of the family and was not afraid of the powerful, even if the heavenly king Laozi came, he would not let go, he was silent for a moment, and said: "Perhaps, the emperor can consider the first method of treatment, which is safe and simple. Although the course of treatment is longer, I am confident that I will be able to recover in the end—"

Liang Hui shook his head without even thinking about it. Since there is a better choice, he will never let Zhu Zhiyi settle for second best. It can save Zhu Zhiyi's pain every minute and every second, no matter how much or how difficult it is. He is also willing to give, and Zhu Zhiyi deserves the best.

"No, I will go look for that Taoist tomorrow."

"..." The doctor hesitated to speak, but still told the truth, "Your Majesty, there is one more thing. This is a Gu or a disease. Gu has its own evil nature. At that time, three bowls will be needed for people who are energetic and healthy." To use your heart and soul as an introduction, you need someone who gets along with the queen day and night, who is close to the skin, and who has a harmonious temperament and will not reject any differences."

He never dared to utter such outspoken words as to gouge out a bowl of the emperor's heart and soul, but Liang Hui said to himself, "I'm the one who got married."

"You should treat the queen according to the first method first, and wait for the news from me." With two prongs, even if Yizhen would rather die than surrender in the end, Zhu Zhiyi's treatment time would not be wasted.

"Yes."

At Xu time, Feng Sui Palace was warmly lit with lights.

Liang Hui used medicine for Zhu Zhiyi as usual, and Zhu Zhiyi's health has gradually improved, and he is no different from ordinary people when the poisonous Gu does not attack, but Mr. Liang Hui still uses him as glass, and he is afraid of melting in the palm of his hand. .

Zhu Zhiyi couldn't resist, so he had to let him go. Liang Hui half-kneeled on the ground, applied medicine to his feet and tied a circle of silk cloth, and the knot was very well tied.

The brocade gauze with cloud pattern made Zhu Zhiyi's slender white feet look like a precious piece of jade, but the knot was not tied for the wounded, but it looked like an ordinary girl dressed up for fun.

Zhu Zhiyi's toes were pink and curled up. Liang Hui held it in the palm of his hand, rubbed it a little bit to stretch it out, and said very seriously: "The medicine is all gone."

"..." Zhu Zhiyi's toes turned red again.

Liang Hui packed up the medical equipment: "Qinggui, in the past few days I have to go out of the palace during the day, and I have given Yuping and Qiao Yi the medicine and meals. You take good care of yourself and wait for me to come back to accompany you for dinner, okay?"

Zhu Zhiyi asked, "What happened?

Liang Hui smiled: "It's nothing, it's the mine, do you still remember? Recently mining, it involves the earth and the sky. Qin Tianjian calculated a hexagram and needed the emperor's fortune to suppress the formation. This mine has always been a dispute between officials, merchants, and rivers and lakes. I should also go and take a look in person.”

Zhu Zhiyi nodded. Of course he remembered the Mulan Chunlie mine. At that time, it was a rumor that only existed in popular rumors. Now it is about to be mined. Time flies too fast.

"Be careful on the road."

Liang Hui twisted the veil and wiped his face: "When I'm not here, you still need to take medicine to restore your health. If you are bored, you can walk around the palace. I have changed my appearance in many places. I wonder if you will like it. "

Zhu Zhiyi suddenly asked: "Liang Junting, what do you do in your spare time in the palace?"

Liang Hui was startled, turned his eyes away and said naturally: "I don't do anything, I just paint and carve some small things to pass the time."

Zhu Zhiyi got to the bottom of it: "What gadget?"