- "Shi Yan, Lu Shi Yan."
Listening to Wu Nong's soft words, Lu Yan subconsciously covered his chest.
In a trance, a gust of cold wind whistled past, and there was a sound of "squeaky, squeaky" above, and the plaque of Baixiang Pavilion was smashed down.
Shen Zhen's eyes were quick, he stepped forward in two steps, and reached out and pulled Lu Yan's wrist, "Lord, be careful."
The two of them turned to their sides, only to hear the "bang" of the plaque, which fell to the ground.
Above the eaves, the snow is flying.
Lu Yan was brought back to his soul by this huge movement, and his eyes also regained clarity.
He looked down at the slender white and tender fingers that landed on his wrist, his body stiffened, and he raised his hand and shook off her touch.
Shen Zhen was stunned for a moment, her cheeks flushed with blush, and her whole body became uneasy.
She wanted to explain that she was just out of good intentions and didn't mean to offend, but she was afraid that it would be more embarrassing to explain too much, so she had to give up.
Thinking of the etiquette, Shen Zhen bit the corner of her lips, bowed her body to salute the man, and said in a low voice, "Thank you sir for helping me just now."
The pain in Lu Yan's chest has not dissipated. Hearing her voice, he couldn't help frowning, and his heart ached even more.
He adjusted his breathing and replied, "You don't need to thank the girl, this is the responsibility of the official."
After that, he subconsciously rubbed his wrist again, impartially, just where Shen Zhen touched.
Shen Zhen lowered his head, naturally seeing his movements clearly.
As soon as such an action came out, the blush on Shen Zhen's face instantly spread to her ears. It was true that she was not shy, but she had never been despised by others since she was a child.
She opened her mouth without saying a word, and finally swallowed all the words she wanted to say.
They just met by chance and will never see each other again in the future. It really doesn't matter if it's suspenseful or not.
After a while, Lu Yan took the guard and turned to leave, and Shen Zhen also entered the house with Qingxi.
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The light of the dusk gradually became stronger, and the red clouds filled the sky.
The housekeeper of the Duke of Zhenguo saw that Lu Yan returned from the scattered value, and hurriedly bowed to greet him.
Lu Yan nodded in response, and after whispering a few words, he strode around the corridor and entered the Suning Hall.
He sat in front of the book desk, looked at his wrist that she had grasped, and then recalled the dream-like scene just now. The look in his eyes was as deep as the sea.
Although he kept persuading himself that it was just a coincidence.
But the dazzling white skin, the beauty mole on the collarbone, the scalding temperature when lingering, and the heart disease that has tormented him every day, all lingered in his mind.
At this time, the incense burner in the house raised a curl of smoke, and a seductive aroma spread around.
It smelled like her fingertips.
After a short while, he suddenly laughed at himself.
Yes. He admits that the poor third girl from the Shen family is really good looking, but there are so many beautiful women in this world, and he can't, because she is more attractive, and he has such thoughts under the blue sky and daylight. Bar.
Can you be so obsessed with yourself that you can't bear to lift your head
Lu Yan thought about it for a long time, but still had no clue.
He only pays attention to evidence in everything, and really does not like to analyze these non-existent things.
In the end, he boiled down all this charming dream to—the fact that he has been sitting in the hall again and again recently, caused by being overworked, or being young and arrogant.
Thinking like this, he got up and went to the clean room. When he returned, the sky was completely dark.
As soon as the candle light went out, the long night ushered in...
Unexpectedly, he fell into a dream again.
He slowly opened his eyes and found himself on the promenade of the Zhenguo Gongfu.
The moonlight at night was chaotic and dark, making the already repressed Duke Zhenguo's manor feel a sense of unidentified sadness.
He looked to the left.
At the end of the corridor, Yang Zong raised his hand and held a man's shirt, pressed it against the wall, and said angrily, "Bai Daonian, aren't you a genius doctor? You are a genius doctor, so why can't you cure Shizi's illness?"
The man waved his hands again and again, "Shizi is kind to me, if I could save me, why wouldn't I save it? But the arrow wound wasn't the only thing that Shizi received back then, the real fatal thing was the poison on the arrow! It is a poison called 'Yao' that only exists in the royal family of the Western Regions. When the poison enters the body, there will be no abnormality, but after three years, it will instantly drain people's bones and blood and kill people."
Hearing this, Yang Zong trembled and said, "Is it really incomprehensible?"
The man nodded, "Even if there is an antidote in this world, it's too late. In three years, Yao poison has penetrated into every inch of the body.
After Yang Zong heard this, he put his hands on the forehead and squatted down, his pain was beyond words.
Lu Yan didn't understand what they said. He frowned and moved forward, thinking of asking Yang Zong.
What an arrow wound.
He had never been wounded by an arrow at all.
But as soon as he lifted his foot, his whole body sank, and the picture changed.
The inner room of Suning Hall was filled with smoke, and there was a pungent smell of medicine. He waved his hand, and after seeing it clearly, he immediately widened his eyes.
He actually looked at himself and lay dying on the bed, his eyes were cloudy, his face was pale, and his hair was covered with silver threads, as if he was ten years old.
He stepped forward quickly, took a closer look, and found that he was holding a plain white sachet lightly in his hand.
On the sachet, a small word - Zhen is embroidered.
Looking at this word, Lu Yan thought of something, and suddenly felt like a thunderclap.
Yang Zong disregarded the rules of the past, knelt before the bed, and choked out: "Although Shizi never tells anyone, his subordinates know in their hearts that the arrow that Shizi received is actually for Miss Shen."
Lu Yan coughed violently, "Don't mention it again in the future."
Yang Zong wiped away his tears and continued: "Since Shi Ziye has never forgotten Miss Shen in the past three years, why not read the letter she left to you."
As soon as the voice fell, the person on the bed laughed.
Lu Yan seemed to have heard his heart: if she wrote what he wanted to see, he would have read it early in the morning. He knew her best, how could he not know what she would write
But the word of farewell has always been a pain in the heart.
Since she pretended to be someone else, he also resolutely let her go.
It's just that he has retreated to this point, and he really doesn't want to see another sentence - if there is an afterlife.
In his Lu Yan's eyes, people only have this life, and there is no next life. The so-called next life is just an empty promise... It's not counted.
Before closing his eyes, he briefly recalled his own life.
He remembered the warm palm of his grandmother; he remembered the earnest teaching of his parents; he remembered the title of the year of the weak crown; he also remembered the simple wedding night...
Twenty-seven years, although short, is also long.
When his vision gradually blurred, he opened his mouth hoarsely, "After I leave, you throw all my things in the house, don't let my aunt see it."
"As for that letter... it's up to you, whatever you want, except that it's not allowed to burn."
He was afraid that on Huangquan Road, seeing words like face, it would be heart-wrenching torture.
…
The day when the plain white veil was hung up in the Duke's Mansion of Zhenguo was in late autumn.
He watched as his mother, the arrogant and arrogant Princess Jing'an, sat on her knees in the center of Bai'an Hall, hunched in despair, covering her face and crying.
His father helped his mother up and whispered, "Brother Yan's arrow is a saving grace, after all, it is a glory..."
Seeing this, Lu Yan felt that the surrounding air was getting thinner and thinner, and the pain in his chest was getting stronger, not only his chest, but also his internal organs began to throb.
He couldn't hear anything.
Everything in front of him disappeared suddenly, and Lu Yan on the bed was like a suffocated person being poured into the air again. He suddenly sat up and took a deep breath.
He looked down at his trembling hands, and for the first time realized why he was panicking. He forced himself to calm down and recall the scene in his mind just now.
The genius doctor Bai Daonian
Arrow wounds, Yao poison, Western Regions, letter, mourning hall, rescue...
Among the many memories, he captured a detail, the plain white sachet with the word "Zhen" embroidered on it.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing.
Even a dream should not be so absurd.
Not to mention why he was poisoned, and why he would have no wife and no children at the age of 30, but one thing, he never believed that he would miss someone so lowly.
This is not absurd, what is it
But while denying everything in his dream, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.
Because he suddenly remembered something. At the beginning of last year, a Taoist priest was chased and killed on the road. He happened to be out to handle a case, and he saved him.
Who would have thought that this Taoist priest was not only ungrateful, but also insisted on holding his hand and saying that his marriage with the previous life was not broken, and sooner or later he would dream of his old man.
What he said was mysterious, but unfortunately he didn't believe these ghosts and gods at all, he only believed in the evidence in front of him.
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He sat by the window and didn't move for a long time.
When he was young, there was a fine and dense blizzard outside. He turned the white jade wrench in his hand, and suddenly realized that these strange scenes all appeared after he went to the West Market and met her that day.
Thinking of this, he was completely enlightened.
It's her problem.
There is a problem with the fragrance powder in the Passion Pavilion.
The sun powder was sprinkled all over the ground, and it is very likely that he inhaled some psychedelic powder.
After becoming more certain, he didn't want to wait any longer, and immediately changed into his official uniform and summoned Yang Zong, "Come and find two doctors."
Yang Zong didn't know why, so he hurriedly asked, "Is there something wrong with Shi Ziye?"
Lu Yan frowned slightly, and said solemnly, "I'm going out to investigate the case."
Yang Zong looked at his master's heavy expression, thinking that something major had happened, so he didn't dare to ask any more questions, and he was busy looking for three doctors in the workshop.
At three quarters of the hour, Lu Yan took a group of people through the market and came to the front of Baixiang Pavilion again.
The plaque of the Baixiang Pavilion has been repaired and hung up.
Lu Yanning stared at the woman in the room who lowered her eyebrows and looked at the harmless people and animals, and was picking up her fingers to play the abacus, and an inexplicable fire rushed into her heart.
Later, if he was asked to find out what was wrong in this room, he would personally press her back to the yamen and severely interrogate her.
At the same time, Shen Zhen also felt a thorn in his back, his hand fiddling with the abacus suddenly stopped, and he slowly looked out.
Seeing this, her little hand immediately clenched into a fist.
That man, who was not far away, stared at her with a pair of expressionless eyes like a falcon.
The eyes met again, and Lu Yan said calmly to the doctors beside him, "Check, you can't drop a bottle."