"…Second Valley Master?"
"Second Valley Master, what's wrong with you?"
Although he was standing right in front of him, the medicine servant's voice seemed to be far away in the horizon.
Wen Qingci came to his senses and realized that he had just been standing there in a daze.
“It’s okay…” Facing the worried gaze of the medicine servant, he lowered his eyes and smiled, then bent down to pick up the green plum that had rolled on the ground, took it to the water’s edge, and started washing it again.
The biting cold completely awakened Wen Qingci's reason.
However, the words "blood sacrifice to heaven and earth" were like an icy spring under his hands, taking away his remaining warmth in an instant.
"Oh, oh, okay." The medicine servant was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly bent down and helped Wen Qingci pack up the green plums.
The scene on the Yinchuan Grand Canal was seen by countless people on both sides of the river.
And once again it reminded them of the past when Xie Bufeng was born strange and was called a "monster".
The medicine servant saw from the corner of his eye that Wen Qingci's long and thin eyebrows were always slightly furrowed.
But there was no fear in his eyes.
Instead, it seemed filled with worry.
No, no, no, how is that possible? I must have seen it wrong.
Although his left hand was still not flexible, Wen Qingci's movements in picking up Qingmei were still as quick and decisive as ever.
He had been collecting herbs in the mountains since he was a child, so doing these simple tasks was no problem for him.
In order to change the subject, the medicine servant said softly: "Second Valley Master, how about we try making some green plum wine? I heard it's not difficult. We just need to dry it in the sun and soak it with sugar and wine."
Wen Qingci nodded slowly.
But before the medicine servant could breathe a sigh of relief, Wen Qingci suddenly raised his eyes and asked him, "Your Majesty, is he seriously injured?"
After hearing what the medicine servant said, Wen Qingci might have felt a moment of fear, but that fear was quickly replaced by worry.
So the Second Valley Master didn't hear what I said just now
The breeze in the mountain stream lifted Wen Qingci's half-covered black hair, bringing with it a faint bitter fragrance.
No one who is stared at by these dark eyes will be able to say no.
"That's not clear. I only heard that he bled a lot, and the blood seeped under the stone slab, staining the area red." The medicine servant said cautiously.
Wen Qingci didn't know that Xie Bufeng had already understood what pain was on the day he "died".
The Xie Bufeng in his memory was still the patient who could not feel pain and was therefore particularly prone to injury and who deserved more attention.
Wen Qingci had developed the habit of caring about him during their past interactions.
He was a little worried that Xie Bufeng had no idea of his injury and might forget to bandage it or get it infected accidentally.
But at the same time, he silently told himself that Xie Bufeng had already ascended the throne and was proclaimed emperor, and he had countless imperial physicians around him, so someone would definitely pay attention to this issue.
The two are intertwined, and I feel uneasy for a while.
Wen Qingci immersed his hands in cold water and remained motionless for a long time.
"Haha," Song Junran's voice suddenly sounded beside my ear, "Okay, have you learned to talk behind my back?"
He raised the bow in his hand and hit the medicine servant's head twice.
The medicine servant couldn't help but cry out in pain: "Ah!"
When did the Valley Master come here? How much of what he said to Wen Qingci did he listen to
As a gang organization, Divine Doctor Valley only teaches hidden weapons and martial arts.
Unlike Wen Qingci, who changed his career late, focused on medicine and didn't care about martial arts.
Song Junran has thought since he was a child that as a doctor, he must not only be able to cure diseases and save lives, but also have the ability to save lives. If he ever encounters an unreasonable patient, it will be too late to cry.
Therefore, he worked day and night and practiced Qinggong to perfection.
He is even more elusive in the valley.
"And you, Wen Qingci, have kept your hands in cold water. Don't you want it anymore?" After teaching the medicine servant a lesson, Song Junran widened his eyes and looked into the bamboo frame.
Wen Qingci:!!!
When his full name was suddenly called, Wen Qingci's scalp instantly went numb.
He immediately raised his hands from the cold water guiltily and slowly hid them behind his back.
Wen Qingci's movements were very graceful, but seeing him like this, Song Junran became furious.
There happened to be a stone bench next to the spring, and Song Junran simply sat down on it.
He wiped the erhu-like instrument in his arms with his sleeves. After a pause, Song Junran directly pointed out Wen Qingci's thoughts: "Don't feel sorry for him. He is the emperor. There is no one in the world who is more comfortable than him."
After that, he snorted again and said, "... Xie Bufeng behaves strangely, and it's thanks to him being the emperor, otherwise, for the good things he did, he should be sent directly to the government."
Medicine servant discovered that the master of the valley seemed to have a very strong opinion of Xie Bufeng.
Song Junran played the zither by himself, and the hoarse and mocking music flowed out from his hands.
The medicine servant observed for a while and realized that Song Junran had no intention of paying attention to him, so he immediately took a few steps back and slipped away.
Wen Qingci was about to leave when Song Junran's slightly disdainful voice came from behind him again: "Xie Bufeng and his father are really crazy from the same lineage."
"... They are different," Wen Qingci suddenly stopped and said calmly, "Xie Bufeng grew up alone in the Imperial Mausoleum and doesn't understand these things. What's more, what he did didn't hurt anyone. Senior brother, please... don't compare them anymore."
His voice was still as gentle as before, but there was a hint of coldness and seriousness in his tone that Song Junran had never heard before.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Qingci left the spring with a basket of green plums.
His hands were tightly gripping the edge of the bamboo basket until his knuckles turned pale.
Song Junran: “…”
Song Junran, who was sitting here alone, trembled his wrist and was completely out of tune.
A few days later, Long Fang returned to Beijing.
Before this, the people on both sides of the Yinchuan Grand Canal had already spread what happened in Hanoi.
But when the coffin wrapped in red silk and with a broken lid passed through Chengtian Gate, the main gate of Yongdu, and was dragged by the imperial carriage into the imperial city, everyone was still shocked.
The sound of the phoenix and the dragon resounded throughout the long streets of Yongdu.
The palace maids in red threw the candies they had prepared to both sides of the long street.
The strong wind blowing through the hall lifted up the red silk.
Xie Bufengse rode a black warhorse and walked in front of the imperial carriage.
He slowly closed his eyes, and after a while, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips.
Xie Bufeng thought that power was a good thing.
Since he ascended the throne, Xie Bufeng has heard fewer and fewer evil thoughts.
Most people are afraid of him.
But today, apart from surprise and fear.
Xie Bufeng actually heard that someone couldn't help but gloat over other people's misfortune at this time.
"Fortunately, Wen Qingci died long before your Majesty ascended the throne..."
"It would be a great honor to be honored after death, but it's a pity that I don't have the fortune to enjoy it."
"It's just a pity to waste his blood."
The deposed emperor once used Wen Qingci's mouth to say what he didn't want to say.
Wen Qingci, who was originally just an imperial physician, offended many people because of this.
Xie Bufeng slowly tightened his grip on the reins.
He thought that this group of people had already dealt with themselves.
I didn't expect that there are people who harbor ill will towards Wen Qingci.
Wen Qingci will soon return to his side.
And I must get rid of all these people before that.
When the song ended, the red silk swam across the long street like a giant red dragon.
The wooden coffin, along with the hundreds of officials behind it, disappeared in the Taishu Palace under the gaze of thousands of people.
The moment he entered the palace gate, Xie Bufeng clenched his fists.
He gently touched the blood-stained wool bracelet on his wrist, his movements extremely gentle, for fear of damaging it by accident.
Even if the owner keeps it carefully.
But after a few years, it still inevitably became worn out and dilapidated.
But it is the only warmth that Xie Bufeng can feel now.
After returning to Yongdu, Xie Bufeng did not rest. Instead, he changed into plain clothes and headed towards a mansion in the south of the city.
Not long after he ascended the throne, Eunuch Zhao, who had spent his entire life in Taishu Palace, asked to leave the palace to retire and moved out of the palace into a private house that he had already purchased.
A young emperor dressed in black walked slowly into the mansion.
Before arriving, he had ordered people to prepare generous gifts and send them here early.
The mansion had long been guarded by secret soldiers. On the surface, it looked no different from usual, but in reality, not even a fly could fly out.
Just waiting for Xie Bufeng to appear, Eunuch Zhao, who was dressed in casual clothes and had heard the rumors from the outside world, knelt on the ground with a plop, kowtowed several times, and delivered the address he had prepared long ago.
His hands were shaking and the clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat.
—Eunuch Zhao has been in the palace for decades, so he has the ability to judge the situation.
"Don't worry, Eunuch Zhao," seeing the worry, guilt and regret on the other's face, Xie Bufeng slowly clenched the envelope with the address written on it in his hand, "I won't tell anyone about this, nor will I disturb them... I just want to wait for someone here."
Xie Bufeng's voice was very soft, but extremely solemn.
Naturally, he would not do... anything that would make Wen Qingci hate him.
—
But in a blink of an eye, the spring water in the mountain stream was no longer freezing.
The green plum wine that Wen Qingci had brewed earlier was now ready to drink.
The season outside the valley seemed to have unknowingly turned to midsummer, and the temperature inside the valley also rose slightly.
Once you leave the palace, you don't have to worry about your clothes.
Wen Qingci wore a simple moon-white robe with narrow sleeves and used a ribbon to tie her black hair into a high ponytail.
Without the obstruction of loose hair, the delicate facial features are fully revealed.
The dark eyebrows and eyes on the pale skin looked even more cold and elegant at this moment.
Like an icy spring in a mountain stream, cool and gentle.
Although she was busy brewing wine, cooking, and tending to flowers and plants all day, sometimes her clothes would be stained with mud.
However, Wen Qingci's otherworldly temperament remained unchanged.
The stream and the breeze flowed through the bamboo forest, and Wen Qingci heard a rustling sound.
There was a long table in the bamboo forest, and at this moment he was standing in front of it, practicing how to control his pen.
"Not bad, not bad. This character is written just like the right hand!" Song Junran came over to take a look and couldn't help but admire from the bottom of his heart, "Junior brother's patience, I have admired it since I was a child."
Wen Qingci slowly put down his pen, looked at the rice paper for a long time and said, "It's just the simplest characters, the pen control is still a little unstable."
He had only written a few words when his wrist began to hurt again.
Song Junran smiled and said, "You don't really write with your left hand anyway."
As the months passed, the scars on Wen Qingci's arms became more numerous and deeper.
Although his left hand still hurts a bit and he cannot exert force or lift heavy objects, he can now hold a pen.
Now Wen Qingci is trying to do simple rehabilitation by practicing calligraphy.
After returning to the valley for so long, Wen Qingci's condition has improved a lot.
Although he was still sick, at least he didn't look like he did when he first came back, looking like he could be blown down by a gust of wind.
If you continue practicing, your hands will become more painful. Not only will it not have any rehabilitation effect, it may even worsen the injury.
Wen Qingci finally put away his writing brush and ink, picked up the medical book that had been placed aside and began to read.
Seeing this, Song Junran also retreated to his seat and picked up the erhu-like instrument again and started playing it.
Wen Qingci:…
Why are you here again!
Unconsciously, Wen Qingci had more memories in his mind.
Most of them were left behind by the original owner when he lived in the valley.
Through these memories, Wen Qingci discovered that Song Junran actually loved music since he was a child.
He seemed to firmly believe that the music he played was heavenly music, but the people around him just didn't know how to appreciate it.
Seeing Song Junran continue to play music, Wen Qingci couldn't help but think of taking the things and leaving the bamboo forest.
But before he could move, a slight sound came from the bamboo forest in the distance.
“… Ouch, don’t push me!”
The next second, a little girl in green clothes fell out from the bamboo forest.
The music played by Song Junran suddenly stopped.
"What are you guys doing here?" He frowned and looked into the bamboo forest.
—There were two little girls dressed as medicine servants, both of them looked about eleven or twelve years old.
One of them fell to the ground in a mess, while the other stood behind her with a red face.
"Uh...we..." The little girl lying on the ground was about to say that she and her companions came to listen to Song Junran's music, but before she could say that, she felt it was ridiculous and finally told the truth: "We just wanted to come and see the Second Valley Master."
"I knew it," Song Junran's eyes slowly swept across their faces. Not only was he not angry, but he was quite relieved and proud and said, "Qingci has been pretty since she was a child."
So you have to keep a close eye on it.
The two little girls nodded immediately.
As they were talking, footsteps were heard outside the bamboo forest.
"Valley Master, Second Valley Master, so you are here. I searched the whole valley before I found you!"
The person who came was Bai Zhiyuan, a medicine servant who had been stationed in Yongdu. He was carrying many bags on his body.
After saying that, he put the things in his hand on the desk that Wen Qingci had just cleaned up.
"Hey, why are you two here too?" Bai Zhiyuan walked behind the two girls and waved his hand, saying, "Come on, since you are here, let's take a look at summer clothes together!"
"Okay!" Their eyes lit up and they came over immediately.
The Divine Doctor Valley is not self-sufficient, and daily expenses need to be purchased by the medicine servants.
Bai Zhiyuan has extensive experience in traveling around the world, and he has been in charge of the recent purchases.
After taking out two sets of azure blue dresses, Bai Zhiyuan took out a separate package and said, "Second Valley Master, this is for you."
"Take it out and let us see it." Song Junran urged.
Wen Qing has left the valley for many years, and the narrow-sleeved shirt he wore today was made several years ago.
"good."
The sale of medicinal herbs alone made the Divine Doctor Valley a tidy sum of money.
The daily food, clothing and daily necessities in the valley are all of the best quality.
This moon-white gown, made of pure silk, glows faintly in the sunlight, and has a little magnolia pattern embroidered on the hem.
The light is not dazzling, but one can tell at a glance that it is not a common thing.
In addition to this one, there are a few more low-key ones.
Each piece is finely tailored, comparable to those in the palace.
"Not bad, not bad, it really looks good!" Song Junran praised, "Bai Zhiyuan has always had a good eye."
"But..." Song Junran paused as if remembering something and asked, "Why did you come back so soon this time?"
If he remembered correctly, Bai Zhiyuan had been out of the valley for less than half a month.
He had almost finished making his summer clothes when he rushed back to the valley without stopping.
After being reminded by Song Junran, Wen Qingci discovered that Bai Zhiyuan indeed looked exhausted, which was very different from his usual appearance.
Hearing this question, the smile on Bai Zhiyuan's face gradually faded.
He pursed his lips, sighed softly and said: "... To be honest, I did encounter some problems when I left the valley this time."
Several people sat at a stone table on the side.
Bai Zhiyuan took a sip of tea and said, "It seems that there is an epidemic outbreak near Yongting Prefecture."
"What?" Wen Qingci couldn't help but clench his palms and look at him, "What do you mean?"
Yongting Prefecture is surrounded by mountains on three sides. Although it is not large in area, it is famous for its silk industry in the Wei Dynasty. It has developed commerce and pays tribute to Yongdu with silk, gauze, satin and silk every year.
Bai Zhiyuan's destination on this trip was exactly there.
The clinic was Bai Zhiyuan's place of residence. Although he was not afraid of infection, there were more and more patients coming from other places. Worried about missing their chance to diagnose patients, Bai Zhiyuan hurriedly left there, vacated the space in the clinic, and rushed back to the valley without stopping.
"Are there enough staff in the clinic?"
Seeing Wen Qingci's question, Bai Zhiyuan thought for a moment and nodded, "It's enough. Yongting Mansion is fine for now."
But the small town nearby might be a little dangerous...
Several people fell silent.
The sanitary conditions in this era were poor, and there were natural and man-made disasters such as floods, droughts, locusts, earthquakes, famine, and heat stroke, and plagues of varying sizes occurred in all seasons.
Wen Qingci learned from the books left by the original owner that there were dozens of large-scale plagues recorded in history books in the previous dynasty alone.
This kind of thing happens almost every year.
Both the government and the people have long been accustomed to it, even numb to it.
The original owner often appeared in places where floods occurred at this time, either treating patients or dissecting corpses...
His nickname “Fairy-faced Rakshasa” was spread at that time.
Bai Zhiyuan and Song Junran thought of this at the same time, and their eyes involuntarily fell on Wen Qingci.
They were obviously worried that Wen Qingci would leave the valley at this time and go to the vicinity of Yongting Prefecture.
Bai Zhiyuan said first: "... Uh, Second Valley Master, although I have not been to the small town nearby, I learned from the words of those patients that this does not seem to be a water plague."
"There have been no floods, heavy rains, or contamination of rivers or waterways nearby."
He realized belatedly that perhaps he should not have mentioned this matter in front of Wen Qingci.
Wen Qingci had indeed told them to be more careful about such things when they went out.
So he didn't think much about it just now, and just said it directly as usual.
But now I remember that Wen Qingci's health is no longer as good as before...
Hearing this, Song Junran also nodded and said, "Your body is not fully recovered yet. It is too dangerous to leave the valley at this time. Besides, it might not be water plague at all."
Knowing Wen Qingci's childhood, he understood why his junior brother was so persistent.
But Song Junran really couldn't let Wen Qing quit and take the risk.
He couldn't help but add, "And you promised me before that you would stay in the valley and not run around anymore."
The most important thing is, what if I run into Xie Bufeng after leaving the valley
Wen Qingci, dressed in moon-white, sat in the same seat, pursing his lips and remaining silent.
His long eyelashes covered his dark pupils, making it difficult to discern what emotions were hidden in them.
Just now, along with Bai Zhiyuan's words, the memories of Shanyujian once again flooded into Wen Qingci's mind, and he couldn't help but clench his palms.
Wen Qingci recalled the piles of notes left by the original owner, as well as his deep obsession.
If he were here, would he ignore it
Won't.
The original owner would definitely not ignore it.
"I..." Wen Qingci paused for a while, then suddenly looked up at Song Junran and said, "Whether it's a water plague or not, we can only know after we go there."
In the months before Bai Zhiyuan said this, Wen Qingci had indeed never thought about leaving the valley.
But after hearing these words, he gave his answer almost instinctively.
In the past, Song Junran would never stop Wen Qingci, but the situation is different now...
"Just stay in the valley and don't think too much." Obviously, Song Junran was not going to compromise easily this time. "With your body, I'm afraid you will cause trouble to others if you go."
After saying that, Song Junran stood up holding his zither and said, "Okay, okay, take your summer clothes and go back to rest. Don't think about those things anymore."
"Uh... right," Bai Zhiyuan said hurriedly, realizing that he might have gotten into trouble, "Besides, we really don't know how serious the situation is in Yongting Prefecture. Maybe it's not a big deal. By the time you, the Second Valley Master, have come all the way there, the person might have already recovered!"
"Yes, since they were able to go to Yongting Prefecture, it means that their illness is not serious. The local clinic will probably be able to handle it," Song Junran nodded and said, "Don't let your imagination run wild. Go back and have a good rest and practice your skills."
His words were meant not only to stop Wen Qingci, but also truly came from the bottom of his heart.
"Come here, you two," he turned and said to the two little medicine servants who had just peeked at Wen Qingci, "send the Second Valley Master back to his residence. If he runs away halfway, I will take back the gift."
After he finished speaking, the two little medicine servants hurried up and took Wen Qingci to his residence.
Wen Qingci stopped refutation and seemed to agree with their statement.
However, the uneasiness in his heart was multiplying every second.
Are you really not going to visit the small town near Yongting Prefecture
Wen Qingci's heart sank heavily.
He clenched his palms until his left hand became numb and painful again, then he remembered to loosen his hands.
—
Late at night, in the side hall of the Imperial Medical Bureau.
The eunuchs brought the mountains of memorials here for Xie Bufeng to review.
—It is no secret that the current emperor does not live in the huge Taishu Palace, but spends all day in the former Imperial Medical Bureau.
Until this time, the backyard of the Imperial Medical Bureau was still a forbidden area.
After putting down the memorial, the young eunuch couldn't help but look up at Xie Bufeng.
The new emperor Xie Bufeng monopolized power and made arbitrary decisions.
Unlike the emperor of the previous dynasty who was almost sidelined, all major and minor events in the Wei Dynasty had to be written into memorials and sent to Xie Bufeng for his personal review.
It has to be said that no matter how people talk about Xie Bufeng's personal morality behind his back.
As far as being an emperor is concerned, he is absolutely qualified.
The colors of the memorials range from dark to light, representing the importance of the event.
It was almost midnight.
Xie Bufeng still didn't seem to have any intention of taking a break.
After reviewing the dark memorial, Xie Bufeng took out a light gray memorial and started reading it.
After a while, his brows suddenly frowned.
It was clear that when he was reviewing the dark memorial just now, Xie Bufeng's expression was still naturally indifferent.
But when he read this, his expression suddenly became serious.
Could it be that Xie Bufeng saw through some important event that had been buried
The breeze blew in through the window, and the candlelight in the room flickered, making people feel uneasy.
The young eunuch's heart also became nervous along with Xie Bufeng's expression.
"Everyone, please leave." Xie Bufeng said, holding the memorial tightly in his hand.
"yes."
The next moment, he was the only one left in the side hall.
The flickering warm yellow candlelight illuminated the memorial in Xie Bufeng's hand.
The black and white words all fell into his eyes.
Xie Bufeng saw that the memorial wrote that not long ago, there was an outbreak of plague in a small town called "Lianhe" near Yongting Prefecture.
Lianhe is a small town surrounded by mountains and has inconvenient transportation.
In this era, cars move slowly and so does population movement.
The leprosy lasted for many days, and only a few people who had relatives in Yongting Prefecture went out of the city to seek medical treatment there.
By the time the memorial was written, the malaria had not yet spread to other places.
The text on the memorial was therefore as brief as it could be, with only the most basic description.
It seemed that no one who wrote the memorial expected that Emperor Xie Bufeng would read it.
Logically speaking, this is just a small matter for Xie Bufeng, the emperor.
But today, Xie Bufeng couldn't help but read it over and over again.
Influenced by Wen Qingci... Xie Bufeng has always paid attention to similar things.
Previous emperors who encountered this kind of situation would at most allocate grain and funds, but in addition to doing that, Xie Bufeng would also send imperial doctors to the area to assist in handling the matter.
Today he should have dispatched the imperial physician to Lianhe as he did before.
But the red pen was in his hand, and he was reluctant to put it down.
The summer night breeze still carries a hint of warmth.
It blew the green smoke from the incense burner to Xie Bufeng's side.
Just when Xie Bufeng finally picked up his pen and was about to review the memorial, footsteps were heard outside the side hall.
A soldier wearing soft armor knelt on one knee outside the hall.
"Your Majesty, Yongting Prefecture has something to report."
The front yard of the Imperial Medical Bureau was heavily guarded. Except for a few eunuchs and palace maids who were sweeping and on duty in the hall, no one else was allowed to enter.
The only soldiers who could enter and leave here freely were those sent by Xie Bufeng to keep a close eye on the clinic.
Yongting Prefecture
"Come into the hall and talk." Xie Bufeng immediately put down the memorial in his hand.
His heartbeat suddenly quickened.
The soldier in soft armor walked in, turned around and closed the palace door, then knelt on one knee again and saluted with his fists: "Your Majesty, not long ago, a suspicious person went to the Yongting Prefecture Medical Center and stayed there for some time."
After saying that, he took out a booklet full of words from his sleeve and presented it with both hands.
According to the locations pointed out by Eunuch Zhao, Xie Bufeng sent people to the clinics scattered throughout Wei Dynasty to keep a close eye on any signs of trouble there.
He did not reveal his true intentions to anyone.
He only told them to keep a close eye on this place, and if there was any disturbance or any strangers coming or going, they should write it all down in a booklet and send it to Taishu Palace.
The booklet was filled with Bai Zhiyuan's daily schedule in Yongting Mansion.
As Xie Bufeng was flipping through the documents, the soldier quickly explained the key points to him.
"… Your Majesty, the man who lived in the clinic was named Bai Zhiyuan. He did not go to the clinic to see a doctor, but was just staying here temporarily to buy cloth in the city to make summer clothes."
Hearing this, Xie Bufeng slowly smiled and narrowed his light amber eyes.
Joy and excitement, like the faint green smoke around him, enveloped Xie Bufeng.
According to what Eunuch Zhao said that day, this "Bai Zhiyuan" must be the "medicine servant" of the Divine Doctor Valley...
"He stayed in Yongting Mansion for about half a month and made more than 20 summer clothes for men, women, old and young. After he left, we sent people to those shops to copy a batch of summer clothes according to the patterns he left behind."
At the end, he quickly added: "Please rest assured, Your Majesty, we have already paid three times the price to those shops. They will definitely not disclose this matter."
This was also Xie Bufeng’s original request.
He ordered the soldiers guarding near the clinic to buy back all the items purchased by those "suspicious people".
Joy surges like waves, never stopping.
"Okay..." Xie Bufeng suddenly stood up from behind the desk. He smiled and looked at the people below the stairs, "Bring all those clothes to me."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" The soldier immediately took the order and turned away.
The next second, Xie Bufeng was the only one left in the side hall.
It was late at night and everything was silent.
Xie Bufeng could only hear his own heartbeat, which was so loud that it almost burst through his chest.
He gritted his teeth and walked down the long steps.
At this time, Xie Bufeng was feeling uneasy.
This was not the first time Xie Bufeng had received news about the Divine Doctor Valley in the past few months.
But in the past, when the medicine servant went out to buy, most of the things he bought were just writing materials, ink, paper, and inkstone, or food and drink.
This time, Xie Bufeng finally followed the clue and smelled a special scent.
Maybe there will be summer clothes unique to Wen Qingci
A little hope is like a bamboo shoot in spring, breaking through the ground in an instant and growing wildly.
After pausing for a few seconds, Xie Bufeng suddenly seemed to think of something, turned around, and took the booklet in his hand again.
He flipped through the pages quickly and stopped at a certain page.
Thank you for your support - This booklet wrote that after Bai Zhiyuan made his summer clothes, he did not stay for a few more days, but left Yongting Prefecture immediately.
In the clinic where he was staying, he met the people who came to Yongting Prefecture for medical treatment!
Bai Zhiyuan left early just to make room for them.
Xie Bufeng's breathing was completely disordered.
So, Bai Zhiyuan knew that Lianhe had an outbreak of plague
Since he knew it, what about Wen Qingci
If Wen Qingci knew, would he just sit back and do nothing
At this moment, the emotion occupying Xie Bufeng's mind was actually fear.
Xie Bufeng was extremely eager to see Wen Qingci...
But he couldn't bear to see Wen Qingci go on the adventure alone.
There was another sound of footsteps outside the side hall.
Two soldiers came in carrying a wooden box, opened it and then left.
Xie Bufeng walked quickly to the wooden box and leaned over to look inside.
Just as the soldier had said, the box was filled with summer clothes for men, women and children.
Xie Bufeng slowly stretched out his hand and brushed it through.
His chest kept rising and falling violently, and it would be more accurate to say that he was gasping rather than breathing.
At this moment, the only thing left in Xie Bufeng's world was the wooden box in front of him.
With trembling hands, he took out the summer clothes one by one and threw them directly on the floor of the side hall.
Until Xie Bufeng saw the familiar moonlight and the magnolia embroidered on the hem of his clothes.
A tear slid down without warning, wetting the magnolia and hanging there like a dewdrop.
Xie Bufeng carefully took the gown out of the wooden box.
It’s… Wen Qingci’s clothes.
Xie Bufeng had already imagined his figure over and over again in his mind.
Therefore, he recognized at a glance that this slender figure must be clothes made for Wen Qingci.
"Wen Qingci..."
Xie Bufeng's voice echoed in the empty side hall.
Even though he had long been certain that Wen Qingci was still alive, when Xie Bufeng saw the summer suit made for him, his heart felt as if it had been struck by lightning, and he couldn't help but tremble.
—Is Wen Qingci wearing the same summer dress as the one in his hand at this moment
After a while, the candle in the side hall went out.
Xie Bufeng took the summer clothes and returned to the hut in the backyard.
He curled up on the small bed, hugging the moon-white gown tightly, as if he was touching another person's skin through it.
The texture of silk is smooth and slightly cool, like an icy spring sliding across Xie Bufeng's palm.
He sketched it over and over again, and couldn't help imagining what Wen Qingci looked like wearing this gown.
The night is as dark as ink and there is a long silence.
It seemed that even the summer cicada could not resist the sleepiness and fell asleep.
Only in the small room in the backyard of the Imperial Medical Bureau, a faint gasp could be heard...
At this time in the Valley of Divine Doctors.
Wen Qingci slowed down his pace under the moonlight and left his residence.
In his hands, he was holding a medicine box full of things.
However, before Wen Qingci turned around to close the door, a sound came from behind him.
"Why are you going out alone in the middle of the night without sleeping?"
After he finished speaking, the person who was speaking jumped down from the mulberry tree nearby and looked at Wen Qingci with a smile.
Wen Qingci: “…”
Song Junran was actually waiting here!
"Nothing," Wen Qingci silently put the medicine box behind him, "I just couldn't sleep and wanted to go out for a walk."
Song Junran finally couldn't help laughing: "Okay, stop pretending. You want to go to Yongting Mansion while I'm asleep, right?"
Wen Qingci wanted to make a few more excuses.
But he didn't expect that the next moment he saw in the moonlight that Song Junran was actually holding a medicine box in his hand, and there was even a packed bag on the ground not far away.
Song Junran wants to... go with me
"Tsk, how could Senior Brother not understand you?" Song Junran stepped forward and patted Wen Qingci on the shoulder, smiling and said to him, "Let's go, the luggage has been packed, so don't delay any longer."
"We will set off tonight and go to Yongting Prefecture."
(End of this chapter)