The old grass is old, and the white smoke from the gas in the shack is curling up into the clouds and dissipating in the dense bamboo forest.
If you don't look down, you won't be able to see the bamboo shack in the middle of the bamboo forest, let alone the two extraordinary people living inside.
"How is he?" A man in a green robe walked into the bamboo forest, looking at the man in white sitting in the courtyard with a sharp eyebrow. The man in white clothes had a few strands of black silk tied behind his head, and he was reading a yellowed book in his hand.
Hearing the man's voice, the man in white raised his eyes slightly, and when he looked over, a clear light flashed in his eyes.
"According to your method, I'm fine now." The man's voice was clear and smooth, as gentle as the sound of a stream flowing through the cracks in the rocks.
"Today, I composed a new prescription." The man in green robe sat opposite the man and took out a seal from his sleeve: "Fighting poison with poison is extremely risky."
The man in white glanced at it and didn't answer.
"You know my temperament." Qinglong's voice revealed a hint of calmness that sees everything in the world: "If you don't use this method, I will definitely use it myself. Suzaku sleeping all the time is not a solution."
"As his brother, if you dare to say this, you must be sure?" Xizhao took the envelope: "Make sure it's okay."
"You are not afraid." Qinglong concluded: "Suzaku must not be afraid either."
"Do you know him?" Xizhao's voice became a little strange, but to normal ears, there was nothing wrong with it.
Qinglong was silent for a long time, then suddenly chuckled: "Within this demon sect... no, in this world, except for me, I am afraid no one understands him."
Xizhao turned over two pages of the book, stood up suddenly, and threw the book down: "I can handle this myself, so I won't give it away."
A cold-blooded person like Xizhao still ordered to expel guests like this. Qinglong shook his head, stood up, and was not displeased, but walked away with a puff of sleeves.
In the bamboo house, a beautiful person like a picture scroll is currently wearing underwear and lying on the bed. Her closed eyes reflect her long, dense and curled eyelashes.
Xizhao approached and sat beside Qi Yan's bed, quietly looking at his beautiful appearance.
"I know you like red." His voice sounded as faintly as running water: "If you don't wake up, I won't let you wear red."
He said this day and night, but he didn't get the results he wanted every day.
He didn't wake up, never woke up.
The poisonous sword hurt his heart. Although he was healed by Qinglong, when he woke up is an unsolved mystery.
Xizhao took Qi Yan to hide in the bamboo forest just to give him a better environment to recuperate... But this disease seemed to have nothing to do with the environment at all. Sighing softly, Xizhao reached out his hand and caressed Qi Yan's cold cheek.
His cheeks were as delicate and soft as a peeled egg, not as strong as a man's, but unique to him.
"Wake up soon and I'll take you to eat cold cakes."
Xizhao still remembers the first time he met Qi Yan. He ate cold cakes but had no money, so he asked a random person on the street to pay the bill. It turns out that the person being pulled happened to be me. If it weren't for him...
Xizhao's eyes darkened, and if it wasn't him, then the things that followed would probably not be so difficult.
Thinking of the new prescription sent by Qinglong, Xizhao sighed, took it out from his sleeve, and opened it beside the bed.
The medicinal herbs recorded above are all highly poisonous, and some of the medicinal herbs are even rare in the world. Xizhao thought for a while, stood up, went to the desk next to him, drafted a letter, and passed the letter away.
In the inner courtyard of the palace, Bai Hu took the note from the secret guard and frowned after reading the contents carefully. After thinking for a long time, he still ordered someone to go to the treasure house and unpack some of the best medicinal ingredients.
"Sending a good student to the bamboo forest, don't make any mistakes."
After giving the order, Bai Hu sighed. Suzaku didn't wake up for a while, and he couldn't let go of anything on his mind.
"Your Majesty, your concubine is about to give birth..."
Bai Hu raised his eyebrows. If he hadn't noticed, he would have thought that he was the White Tiger protector of the demon sect, and the royal family name had long been abandoned.
But the imperial concubine gave birth to a child...
Bai Hu didn't feel the joy of being a father, but just groaned and made no move.
I'm afraid there will be an uproar in both the harem and the front court.
"Let's go and have a look." Bai Hu stood up and took two steps before saying, "If you don't look at the signs tonight, go to Rong Zhaoyi's place."
The imperial concubine gave birth to a child, but the emperor went to the imperial concubine's arch-rival that night. It was really a joke.
This is another trivial matter and has nothing to do with Jianghu or Bamboo Forest.
In the bamboo forest, another night of thick fog has dispersed, and the vaguely trampled bamboo forest road, the dew-wet mud road, has become a bit dirty for shoes.
"This shabby place of yours is a treasure." Xue Sha was sitting in the bamboo forest courtyard. The stone bench was also damp, but Xizhao didn't even invite him to come in and sit.
"If you don't want to come, why should you come?"
"Is it possible for Suzaku to recuperate in your place?" Xue Sha frowned: "If so, I will take him to a better place to recuperate."
"Don't worry about it." Xizhao said calmly, as if he didn't want to pay attention to the blood evil.
Xue Sha was not in a hurry. He stood up and was about to enter the bamboo house, but was stopped by Xizhao.
"Just sit outside, not inside."
"Are you trying to stop me?" Xue Sha sneered, "Are you trying to spar with me?"
"I'm disturbing Yan." Xizhao fluttered his sleeves, not wanting to fight with him, and turned slightly to make way for him: "Keep your voice down."
The blood demon glared at him, snorted coldly, and stepped into the bamboo house.
The fragrance in the room has a faint medicinal fragrance. It is not pungent, but it is refreshing. The house is not big, with three rooms inside and outside. The outer hall is the inner room. Qi Yan is lying there at the moment, like a jade figure carved from ice.
Xue Sha approached the bed, looked at Qi Yan, frowned and sighed.
"Has it always been like this? There was no sound. If you couldn't still see the rising and falling of his chest, he would really be a frozen person."
"There will definitely be a way to wake up." Xizhao's voice was shallow but extremely firm.
"Is Qinglong coming?"
"Come every month."
Xue Sha sighed again and shook his head slightly at Qi Yan: "This brat really thinks this is home. Who else besides us can pamper him like this? If he doesn't wake up, he really won't be able to get married."
Xizhao turned his head and glanced at Xue Sha inexplicably: "Why do you say that?"
"I told Qinglong and the others that Suzaku is destined to marry." Xue Sha smiled bitterly, turned and walked out: "That's all, I'm upset after seeing him, so I'd better wait until he wakes up and I'll talk to him properly."
Xizhao didn't say anything, because after seeing the blood demon, he was worried and worried, but there was nothing he could do.
If we talk about the Demon Cult members, apart from Qinglong who comes every month, only the Blood Fiend comes here and there. He knew about Bai Hu. When the emperor left the palace, would the palace be in chaos
But there is only one left...
Xizhao shook his head, obviously he didn't know much about Xuanwu.