The person in front of him was dressed in dark clothes, with a medium-to-high appearance, a medium-to-high stature, and his expression… no expression.
098 glanced at the man one after another, "Host, this doesn't look like an adult." How could he suddenly appear here if he wasn't an adult
Ling Chunan didn't answer 098's question, but looked at the person in front of him, "Who are you?"
"It's under Shadow Nine." The man looked at the bamboo leaves in Ling Chunan's hand, then glanced at Ling Chunan's face, and bowed his hands, "My lord wants to invite you over as a guest."
Without waiting for Ling Chunan to reply, Ying Jiu grabbed Ling Chunan's arm with one hand and jumped up, landing a few vertical jumps in the yard next door to Prince Anjing's mansion.
098 was shocked, so fast. Then it began to worry a little, how can this world be regarded as a martial arts world, Ling Chunan does not have martial arts, isn't it a big disadvantage in this world
Ling Chunan didn't think about it as much as 098. He was quite interested in Qinggong in this world, which was much more convenient than the transportation here, but it was uncomfortable to be held by the arm.
This courtyard is adjacent to the Purple Bamboo Courtyard in Prince Anjing's Mansion, and belongs to the old house next door, but the original text did not mention who lived in this old house, nor did An Zhiqi have any useful information in his memory.
Ling Chunan took a cursory glance, the flowers and plants were neatly trimmed, and the paths in the yard were spotless. It could be seen that every scene was carefully designed, and from the perspective of this other courtyard, the scale was no smaller than their royal palace.
After putting down Ling Chunan, Ying Jiu took a few steps back and apologized to Ling Chunan: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Ling Chunan looked back, "Who wants to see me?"
"Please wait a moment, I'll report to you later."
"Host, I didn't find the owner's information. According to the records, this old house was originally to be built to live in a certain prince of the previous dynasty, but it was abandoned for more than ten years for some reason, and the emperor ordered it to be a forbidden place." 098 Read the information to Ling Chunan.
"Got it." Ling Chunan sat down on the stone bench and looked at the chessboard on the stone table.
On the board is a residual game, but it is strange that the two chess cups are side by side.
Obviously this is a one-man chess game. Ling Chunan counted the pieces on the board and pushed back according to the final result, and finally came to a conclusion, "One thousand two hundred and forty-nine."
"What?" 098 asked.
A person can make so many moves in chess, how boring is his life, Ling Chunan shook his head, picked up a white stone and placed it in the center of the chessboard, "I decided to forgive him."
098, who can't keep up with the host's brain circuit at all: "..."
"We've been waiting for a long time, our lord invites you in." At this time, Ying Jiu appeared in front of Ling Chunan again, with a more modest attitude than before.
Ling Chunan got up and patted the non-existent dust, signaling Ying Jiu to lead the way.
Ying Jiu led Ling Chunan to a room three steps away, "Your Excellency is waiting for you inside, please come in."
Ling Chunan nodded and pushed the door a few steps forward.
It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, but the stove was lit in the house. Although there was incense, it couldn't hide the faint medicinal smell. After Ling Chunan entered the door, Yingjiu outside the door closed the door.
Going around the screen, a figure appeared in Ling Chunan's line of sight. The man's black hair was tied up at will, his facial features were deep, and he looked sharp and indifferent when he was expressionless. He must have lost a lot of weight. The smell of medicine that Ling Chunan smelled just now came from him. There was a wheelchair not far away from him, obviously having some inconvenience.
Seeing Ling Chunan come in, the man smiled at him, "You're here," he pointed to the chair beside him, "Please sit down."
Ling Chunan nodded, but did not move immediately, "Who are you?"
"You are the son of King Anjing, right?" Not surprised by the scar on Ling Chunan's face, the man said Ling Chunan's identity in one bite, then he coughed lightly, took a sip of the tea at hand, and then took a sip. He continued: "According to seniority, you should call me Uncle Huang, but I'm not of your sect. These names are out of the norm. My name is Xiao Hongjing, you can call me Hongjing."
The name Xiao Hongjing appeared once in the original text, but the man died suddenly after saying a few words. In the end, I don’t know if the author forgot or what. Until the end of the plot, the puzzle was not solved, so Impressed Ling Chunan.
Hearing the man say this now, Ling Chunan still doesn't understand why he is called the emperor's uncle, but he is not of the same clan. It is obvious that this emperor's 70-year-old son was born illegitimately.
In fact, considering the age, Ling Chunan's body is now eighteen, and the man is only eleven years older than him, and he is still less than thirty.
According to what the man in the original text said, Xiao Hongjing's illness should have been brought out from his mother's womb. He was afflicted by the disease, and he was not born of the royal family. He was able to survive the struggle for power between the two generations. It seemed that he was living a good life. Can't say it's not great.
Thinking like this, Ling Chu bowed to him in the south, "Uncle Huang, junior An Zhiqi."
098 can guarantee that Xiao Hongjing's expression was slightly distorted when Ling Chunan called out this name. He believed that it was impossible not to see it with the eyesight of his own host, and then Ling Chunan's next sentence made 098 confirm that he was deliberately angry. Human, he said: "Uncle Huang, why did you call the emperor's grand-nephew to come to your residence?"
Xiao Hongjing didn't answer immediately, he reached out and poured a cup of tea for Ling Chunan, "Come and sit."
Ling Chunan went over to sit down, took a sip from the teacup, and frowned.
"Sorry for the poor reception, I only have medicinal tea here." Xiao Hongjing noticed Ling Chunan's expression and said quickly, as if he was afraid that he would get up and leave.
"It's okay, I usually take medicine at home." Ling Chunan replied.
"Take medicine? Why take medicine? Are you not healthy?" Xiao Hongjing's expression was a little nervous.
Ling Chu Nan said: "Nothing..."
Xiao Hongjing interrupted him, "Stretch out your hand."
Ling Chunan glanced at the man, a smile flashed across his eyes, and then he stretched out his hand nervously.
In the past, the hands of every man in the world were warm, but this time it was a few degrees colder than Ling Chunan. You must know that not only is there a heater in the house, but he is also wearing a piece of clothing that should not be worn this season. 's fur coat.
With the passage of time, Xiao Hongjing's brows became deeper and deeper. Ling Chunan's body had not had time to sort out, and his physical condition was naturally not much better. All the doctors in the past asserted that this prince would not live to forty, but In the original text, he died on twenty-one-two, and this conclusion has not been confirmed.
After taking the pulse, Xiao Hongjing withdrew his hand and his expression returned to softness, "You are the residual poison left by your innate nature. Later, I will ask the servants to give you some medicine. After two months of recuperation, you can recover." Pick up the pen and start writing the prescription.
"Okay, thank you Uncle Huang." Ling Chunan glanced at the prescription written by Xiao Hongjing and showed him a bright smile.
Xiao Hongjing was stunned, then closed his eyes, "Forget it, you go back to the manor first, I am rude today."
After leaving the old house, 098 asked: "Host, why didn't he keep you in his house?" This obviously did not conform to the usual temperament of a man. He used to want to stick to the host every time he met.
"Maybe I think I'm too ugly and despise me." Ling Chunan said pitifully.
098 is rarely fooled this time, "How is it possible?!" Xiao Hongjing's eyes were almost straight when he saw his host, and he could see the enthusiasm inside. How could he think the host was ugly
Ling Chunan laughed, shrugged, and did not answer 098.
When Xiao Hongjing gave Ling Chunan the pulse, Ling Chunan also quietly probed into the opponent's body. This man's physical condition is much worse than he looks on the surface. If he doesn't get treatment, he probably won't live for two years.
Obviously, according to the medical skills that the man just showed, it is impossible not to know the result. And with the tacit understanding that the two have traveled through so many worlds, Ling Chunan will naturally know what the other party thinks and wants to do. He does not want to drag him down.
At this time, it was already dark, and no one found him missing for a short time. After telling him not to bring dinner, Ling Chunan returned to the room, first took a small bottle from the storage cabinet under the bookcase, and opened the bottle cap. He took two green and fragrant pills and swallowed them in his mouth. Then he took off his coat and climbed onto the soft couch. He found a book and slowly turned it over.
"Host, what are you doing?" 098 asked.
"Take medicine."
098: "…"
Just after Ling Chunan finished reading a book, there was a soft knock on the door.
"Host, it's Ying Jiu." 098 said.
Ling Chunan: "Come in."
Ying Jiu pushed open the door. He was holding a tray in his hand with a bowl of medicine on it. He respectfully said, "An Shizi, your lord asked your subordinates to deliver medicine to you."
"Thank you Uncle Huang for me." Ling Chunan smiled, then took the medicine bowl and drank it.
"That subordinate..." Seeing Ling Chunan drinking the medicine, Ying Jiu was about to say goodbye, but suddenly stopped in the middle of the sentence, stretched out his hand to support Ling Chunan who fell down, "An Shizi, are you alright?"
At this time, Ling Chunan was unconscious.
098 felt as if something was wrong, but never thought of it.
It wasn't until Ying Jiu hurriedly brought its host back to Xiao Hongjing's mansion and successfully occupied the other's bed that it suddenly realized.
The host's routine is really unfathomable, and it is willing to be defeated.
Ling Chunan did it on purpose, of course. He read the prescription that the man gave him, and also knew what kind of medicines An Zhiqi used to take, so after discovering that there were medicinal herbs in it that were mutually restrained but not fatal, he made such a recipe. Action, perfect and unsuspecting.
So it's not surprising that Ling Chunan was lying in the man's arms when he woke up the next morning.
Ling Chunan stretched out his hand to peel off the clothes on the man's chest, touched the man's chest, and found that his body was also cold. If it wasn't for the heartbeat, it really didn't look like a living person, and there was too little flesh on his body. While thinking about it, Ling Chunan peeled off the clothes on the man's shoulders. Anyway, there was still a bit of flesh on his arm. He licked it first, and then took a bite.
Fortunately, although the man was not in good health, the speed of recovery from the injury did not change. After Ling Chunan was full and licked off the blood on the edge of the wound, the wound had basically recovered.
"What's the smell?" Xiao Hongjing's voice came at this time.
"It has a faint medicinal smell." Ling Chunan pondered for a while, not embarrassed to be caught in the slightest, squinted at the man and smiled, "It's delicious."
"That's good." Xiao Hongjing's voice was stained with a smile, and then he reached out and pulled Ling Chunan into his arms, and said a little apologetically: "I'm sorry baby, I was not thinking about it yesterday and forgot to ask you. What kind of medicine did you take before, fortunately you are all right, otherwise I would really apologize to death."
"Huh? What happened to me yesterday?" Ling Chunan looked confused, "By the way, why am I here?"
098: "..." install, you will install again.
Xiao Hongjing did not doubt Ling Chunan. He explained to Ling Chunan in detail that the medicine should not be taken indiscriminately, and for Ling Chunan's smooth recovery, he let him live here for the next two months, and he would supervise the treatment.
"I will send someone to tell your father, and he will agree. As for the brothel woman you brought back," Xiao Hongjing glanced at Ling Chunan's face, "if you like it, after you recover, I can I'll find you a few ladies from famous families, and let this go."
If it weren't for the real vinegar smell, the man's words would still be very believable.
Ling Chunan, who had achieved his goal, was a little reluctant, "She has only been in the house for two days, I haven't..." Then seemed to be frightened by the coldness from the man, Ling Chunan nodded again and again, reluctant to part. Said: "Okay, I'll have someone send her back in a few days."
"Then it's settled." Xiao Hongjing softened his face, reached out and touched Ling Chunan's long hair, "It's getting late, you get up first, and I'll ask the servants to prepare breakfast for you."
Ling Chunan obediently got up from the bed, "Imperial uncle, the emperor's nephew will change your clothes."
Seeing the man's instantly tangled expression, 098 finally couldn't hold back, "Pfft haha..."