A patter of rain began to fall from the sky, wrapped in the last lingering chill of late spring, the drizzle soaked through the roof, then gathered into lines along the grooves, and flowed down thinly.
The woman in the red shirt pushed open the door and saw that there was only one person in the room, so she asked tentatively: "Master, has the young master left already?"
"Yeah, let's go." Ghost Thorn continued to touch the scar on his neck, "The temper is rising in the face of the wind, and the more irritable."
"What about the blood ganoderma?"
"He said he didn't want it anymore!" Mentioning this, Gui Jia's eyes suddenly resented, "Listen, is this plausible?"
The woman in the red shirt was also surprised and said: "I don't want it anymore? Young Master has poisonous miasma all over his body, and he needs blood ganoderma to cure it. How can he just say no?"
"Yeah, he clearly wanted to live the most before." Gui Chui circled around the room, twisted a deep "Chuan" character on his brow, and mourned, "It's not good, it's not good."
In the long alley, the bluestone road is wet and slippery by the spring rain, and green moss grows from the cracks, which fades away the hustle and bustle of the day, and it is more like a quiet water in the south of the Yangtze River. The watchman was wearing a coir raincoat and was protecting an oil lamp in his arms. Before he had knocked on the clapper twice, he suddenly saw a white shadow floating towards him.
When Yun Yifeng came back to his senses, the other party had already yelled "there is a ghost" and ran all the way away.
He rubbed between his brows with a headache.
…
In the backyard of the palace, Qingyue persuaded again: "The rain will not stop for a while, the prince should go back and rest."
Ji Yanran sighed secretly, got up and brushed off his sleeves, and said: "If your master has something to do, come to me at any time."
"Okay." Qingyue promised again and again, and personally sent him to the door, watched him go away, confirmed that he would not come back, and then returned to the courtyard with a sense of relief, and continued to worry about Master.
He refused to rest, refused to heal his injuries, and ran around in the middle of the night.
It's really not letting the apprentice worry about it!
Yun Yifeng's nose was a little itchy after being chanted by him, and he sneezed three or four times in one breath, with starry eyes and dizziness, thinking to himself that he was so angry with the old thief again, so he raised his hand to his forehead, and stood in a daze In the rain, I tried my body temperature wholeheartedly.
Ji Yanran was almost laughed at by this move, and dragged him by the wrist, pulling him under the eaves.
Yun Yifeng was startled: "Why is the prince here?"
Ji Yanran shook off the cloak: "I guess you're going to climb over the wall from here."
Yun Yifeng hesitated to speak, originally he should explain a few words, but he didn't know what to say, so he simply broke the jar, let the other party wrap himself tightly, and then returned to the residence by the wrist.
Qingyue looked at Master with sympathy in her eyes.
I didn't say anything.
Yun Yifeng was helpless: "Go back and rest."
Qingyue agreed, and then glanced at the prince again, seeing that his expression was normal, as if he was not angry, she said in a low voice: "Then I will ask the servant to boil some hot water."
The spring is cold, Yun Yifeng's hair and shoulders are covered with rain, and the tentacles are cold. Only a cup of hot tea held in his palm can still convey some warmth, but this thin temperature alone is obviously not enough to dispel the chill and fear buried deep in the bone crevices, his heart tightens, and his fingers tighten unconsciously , almost crushing the blue and white porcelain cup into powder.
Ji Yanran reached out and gently took the teacup away.
Yun Yifeng's face was pale, and his chest heaved slightly, as if he had just experienced a nightmare.
"Go ahead and take a shower." Ji Yanran said, "I'll wait for you here."
The water in the bathtub is very fragrant, and Qingyue specially added calming essential oils to it. Yun Yifeng actually doesn't like the strong smell, but he doesn't care much about it at this time. He immerses himself in the water, feeling a little annoyed He tapped the rim of the barrel with the back of his head—this annoyance had nothing to do with ghost thorns, and he didn't want to think about that island at all. What annoyed him was, why did Qingyue guard Ji Yanran in the courtyard, and why did he act so dazed and gaffe? Doesn't this clearly mean that he has a ghost in his heart? It would be better to open the door openly and say that there is something wrong in the Jianghu, and there is something wrong in the Fengyumen, which is more reasonable.
If you care, you will be chaotic, if you care too much, you will be chaotic.
He rested his forehead with one hand, leaned back in the bathtub, and looked at the roof weakly.
The scene in front of him gradually rotated, abruptly turning the wooden beams into colorful colors.
Just when Yun Yifeng was concentrating on trying to distinguish which colors were there, a cloth scarf fell from the sky and covered his head.
The technique is comparable to that of a bandit snatching a bride and putting on a sack.
Ji Yanran fished him out of the cold water, brought him to the bed and dried him carefully. Yun Yifeng has been seen by him many times before and after, and it doesn't matter at this time. Seeing that the atmosphere is too dull and depressing, he even kicked the other party actively, which seems to be a bit of a rascal.
"Don't move." Ji Yanran held the snow-white bare feet and asked while wiping them, "Where did you go?"
Yun Yifeng replied calmly, "The brothel."
Ji Yanran smiled: "Huh?"
Yun Yifeng withdrew his feet: "My lord, don't be stabbed by ghosts in the future, he is not a fuel-efficient lamp."
Ji Yanran frowned slightly: "Are you looking for him?"
"As soon as he arrived in Wangcheng, Fengyumen received the news." Yun Yifeng said, "I know, the prince has been looking for him all this time."
No matter how long the hidden guards of Prince Xiao's Mansion searched, the disciples of Fengyumen stopped him, but they still couldn't stop him—the son of Yuan Yuansi was also quite innocent, and he couldn't prevent the ghost from stabbing into the king's city.
Ji Yanran asked: "Is there something wrong with this person?"
"He is indeed skilled in medicine, and he can definitely cure Yuan Shilang's son, but he can't cure me." Yun Yifeng wrapped himself in a quilt, "There is also blood ganoderma, so don't worry about looking for it, my lord."
Life and death are fate, you can't force it.
Ji Yanran handed him the underwear: "Ghost Thorn said that you have been poisoned by seventy or eighty kinds of poisons, and that the blood Ganoderma lucidum was born among thousands of corpses and was irrigated by blood and resentment."
"I know." Yun Yifeng said, "It's an ancient book, and it's just a scribbled sentence, which is the only clue."
Thousands of corpses sounded like a battlefield, so the day Ji Yanran came to Fengyumen, at a certain moment, he really believed that the other party had blood ganoderma.
It can't be regarded as careless and reckless, but it's just that I really want to live, and I don't want to give up no matter how slim the hope is. Like a drowning person, I hope that the other party can pull me out of the black mud.
Ji Yanran put down the bed curtain and asked him to put on his underwear.
After a while, Yun Yifeng showed his head: "Can I sleep?"
Ji Yanran squatted beside the bed, and asked him face to face: "You haven't answered me yet, is there something wrong with the ghost stab? He has bullied you?"
"He is a complete lunatic and can't control his behavior, so it can't be said to be good or bad." Yun Yifeng said, "For a while, in order to find blood ganoderma, he dug mass graves in various places in Daliang. I picked up some fungus I had never seen before, so I was ecstatic to fry the medicine, forcefully opened my mouth and poured it down."
Ji Yanran's heart shrank when she heard this: "You..."
"Don't look for this kind of person in the future." Yun Yifeng said, "Don't see him."
Ji Yanran still wanted to ask something more, but she didn't want to touch the other person's scar recklessly, so she just rubbed the cool cheek with the back of her finger: "Go to sleep."
Yun Yifeng nodded: "The prince also rested earlier."
There was a "knock" sound from the door, and Qingyue hurriedly stood up straight: "My lord."
"Let your master have a good sleep." Ji Yanran said, "Go back and rest too."
Yun Yifeng lay on the bed, listening carefully to the whispers of the two people outside the room, and gradually walked away.
The sound of the rain still rustled, like a lullaby, coaxing the upper and lower eyelids together, and fell asleep unconsciously.
At noon the next day, the old concubine looked at the empty dining room and asked in surprise, "You haven't gotten up yet?"
"Young Master Ling Fei went out early in the morning, and the prince and Master Yunmen were still sleeping. It is said that they were out all night." The servant girl said, "I didn't come back until dawn."
The old concubine had some doubts, she didn't return all night, if she said she was young and playful, it's fine, but it must not be an accident.
The hidden guards on duty at night were all called to the dining room. They gritted their teeth and hesitated for a long time, but they reached a consensus tacitly. After all, there is no basis for confession, so it's hard to say, it's hard to say.
As for the disciples of Fengyumen, they naturally got the news immediately, but before they had time to be surprised, they were called by the elder brother to give him a serious reprimand, saying that the prince and the sect master were intimate in public in Tongfulou Well, that's for a reason. Everyone is not allowed to spread gossip, and they have to find a way to suppress the rumors, otherwise they will not be lightly forgiven.
Ling Xing'er blindly worshiped Qingyue, and echoed, um, that's it.
The prince feeds the roast duck to the sect master entirely for the sake of the teacher brother.
None of you are allowed to question!
And when everyone was so busy, the protagonist of the incident just got up. The afternoon sun poured into the window, making people feel warm all over. Yun Yifeng stood by the table and stretched comfortably.
Ji Yanran knocked on the door with a food box.
Yun Yifeng said: "Did the prince go to the palace to drink and enjoy the paintings?"
"After sleeping until now, there is still no time to enter the palace, let's go to another day." Ji Yanran opened the lid of the box, "Come over and have something to eat first."
Stir-fried toon sprouts with oil and salt, duck feet with rouge, sauced beef, green japonica porridge, a basket of steamed buns stuffed with shepherd’s purse, and a plate of ruyi wine rice cakes are all seasonal snacks in spring, which are truly appetizing. Yun Yifeng handed him the chopsticks, and asked by the way: "That Yuan Shilang, how is he?"
"Why did you mention this all of a sudden?" Ji Yanran said, "Yuan Yuansi is dedicated to his duties on weekdays, and he is fairly honest. He is good at building dams and repairing bridges. Brother Huang relies heavily on him, and it is estimated that he will be promoted in two years."
"When I left Yuan Mansion yesterday, I picked up a token in the courtyard." Yun Yifeng said, "It looks like something from the Lotus Sect."
That is the most obscene sect in the Jianghu—the character is obscene, and the things they do are even more obscene. Teaching is no different.
"And the home of the Lianhua Sect is in Jindi, where should be the territory of Pingle Wang Li Jun?" Yun Yifeng said, "The prince asked me to investigate the internal traitors in the court before, but this seems to be ready-made."
Or to take a step back, even if it has nothing to do with Li Jun, it is not a good sign that Yuan Yuansi, as the minister of the Ministry of Industry, has something to do with this group of messy scum.
"After the meal, write down everything about the Lotus Sect." Ji Yanran said, "I'll send someone to keep an eye on Yuan Yuansi to see if anyone has secretly connected with him."
Yun Yifeng drank two mouthfuls of porridge: "It's better to leave this matter to Fengyumen."
"Involving Yuan Yuansi, this matter is not a small matter, and the court cannot completely let it go." Ji Yanran said, "Let it be completely handed over to Fengyumen..."
Yun Yifeng said in time: "I don't accept money."
Ji Yanran looked at him: "Is it because the ghost stabs live in the Yuan Mansion?"
Yun Yifeng put down his chopsticks, and because of the good mood brought by the dream and the warm sun, he slipped away again without a trace.
To spy on the Yuan Mansion secretly, it is necessary to keep an eye on Yuan Yuansi.
However, if Ghost Assassin wanted to see Yuan Zhen, he would have to meet Yuan Yuansi.
He didn't know what the two of them would say, and he didn't know if Ruo Guicai would say something on purpose when he discovered the hidden guard of the palace. After all, he was a lunatic, and a lunatic has no sense at all.
Ji Yanran stuffed a cup of hot tea into his hand, and said patiently: "If you don't want to talk about the past, I won't ask or listen. But Yuan Yuansi is an official of the imperial court, and there is Li Jun in between. I need to find out about this as soon as possible. Only then can I report to the emperor.”
Yun Yifeng sighed, but didn't insist anymore, just handed him the token that he picked up yesterday: "If I didn't step on the mud in the back garden, I wouldn't have noticed."
Ji Yanran received it, and saw that the token was exquisitely carved and inlaid with gold orbs, which seemed to be expensive. Yun Yifeng saw his doubts and took the initiative to explain: "Although the Lianhua Sect sounds like a mess, it is not poor at all. As long as the employer pays, the group of people are willing to do anything, so they are very rich. But they are also arrogant. In a few days, when the martial arts conference is held after a while, the leader will probably give an official order to expel this group of people from the Central Plains."
"Martial Arts Conference?" Ji Yanran put away the token, "Where is it?"
"Bright Mountain." Yun Yifeng said, "The Baizhang peak is a cliff, hidden in the clouds and dense forests. If you don't have a good lightness kung fu, you may not even be able to climb it."
Ji Yanran asked again: "Is it the same place every year?"
Yun Yifeng thought for a while: "Not really."
The places I picked in the past few years are quite good, with beautiful mountains and rivers and beautiful scenery, and you can get there by riding a horse or a car, but it is precisely because it is so easy to find, so many people like "Machete Gang", "Wild Tiger Gang" and "Wild Tiger Gang" came here. After Liu Erwonton Village's "Zhang Mazi Scissors Gate" sect, the leader of the Wulin martial arts, after being promoted as his nephew by the old gang leader of the "Gourd Gang" in the 18th round, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and ordered the location to be unified in the steep Guangming Mountain!
Ji Yanran smiled and said, "Then will you go?"
"No." Yun Yifeng refills tea for the two, "The Fengyumen only do business, and never get involved in martial arts affairs."
After chatting for a while about miscellaneous secrets of the world, about the ghost assassin and the secret agents of the Yuan Mansion, it was finally covered up. Seeing that there was still half a setting sun in the sky, Ji Yanran invited: "Go for a walk?"
As soon as the words fell, Wu Suosi and Jiang Lingfei coughed together outside.
It was really not obvious what the code was for.