The day after the Yue Family mourning ended, a giant bird with jet-black feathers flew over the capital of King Chonghua. The bird was born like an eagle, but except for its wings, it was covered in white beast feathers. This strange bird did not know how to enter the country, fluttered its wings and fluttered into the clouds, and the speed was so fast that even the fastest swordsmen could not catch up with it.
After the strange bird lingered in the sky above the king city, it turned into a black wind and the clouds disappeared, and then the king's capital rained heavily for three days, not knowing the day and night.
After the rain stopped, many people suddenly fell ill. Shennongtai's medicine repairers came to a chilling result after examining them one by one—
magic.
Those people are all contaminated with strong demonic energy. Chonghua never cultivates demons and cannot control these turbid miasmas. Although Shennongtai can be barely purified, it is a drop in the bucket. Too many people were infected, and many people could not bear the pain of miasma without waiting for Shennongtai treatment. Some people did not die, but they also got crazy.
The monks who had seen the Liao Kingdom's national master Jiumuqin on the battlefield began to speculate, saying that the strange bird was a magical beast released from one of Jiumuqin's eyes.
Some people say that this is a newly refined magic bird from the Liao Kingdom, which can attract clouds and rain, so that people who have been exposed to rain will be infected by the magic energy.
There were different opinions, and people were panicked for a while.
Your Majesty was worried about this, but Jiang Fuli and Mengze were not in the capital at this time, Jiang Fuli had not returned from his travels, and Mengze had gone to Tangquan Palace in another city for recuperation not long ago because of his unwellness. Although there were other pharmacists in the city, the incident happened suddenly, and it was a disease that had never been encountered before, so those pharmacists were busy, but they were still stretched.
Gu Mang was also affected by the torrential rain, but he has been trying his best to restrain himself and not let himself run out of control.
The situation between Chongliao became more and more critical day by day. Finally, one day, the army of Liaoguo Chenbu gathered at the border of Chonghua and pressed the border. The soldiers took a dangerous road and chose the shortest and most exotic route to attack Wangcheng.
Faced with such a precarious situation, there was confusion in the DPRK. Some people said that they should rush to the front line to take the initiative to fight, some people said that they should take this opportunity to strengthen the defense of the king's city, and some people sighed and sighed that the location of the king's city was too close to the Liao Kingdom.
These people are usually embroidered pillows. The previous heavy rain soaked all the corn and grass inside them, and the stench was almost filled to the outside.
And also plausible: "If the strange bird appears again, and the monks are infected with diseases, how will this battle be fought?"
"Let's withdraw first, leave the green hills, and don't be afraid of running out of firewood."
"Maybe that strange bird is a new blood beast that they re-refined. This direct hedge, isn't there no chance of winning? At least we must first develop an antidote that can exorcise the epidemic and ward off evil spirits before we can confront the Liao Kingdom head-on, otherwise It's just a waste of combat power."
A group of people are sticking to each other's words, as if countless heads have emerged from a monster, all barking and biting each other. Jun Shangzhi was clamoring for a splitting headache, and he really couldn't solve the problem of the demonic plague, so he had to repair books one after another to urge Jiang Fuli, who didn't know where he was, to return to the city.
On the eighth day, Jiang Yaoshi finally received a letter and rushed back to the imperial capital.
After three days of retreat, the antidote finally came out.
Just on this day, a good news came from Yonglan Pass, saying that the army in front of the Liao Kingdom was repelled, and the Liao Army temporarily retreated to the north of the Huanghe River. North Korea is quite comforted. The first one was to congratulate you, the second was to distribute medicine, and the third was to discuss the strategy for the battle again, so he sent a message to the princes of the royal city to hold a banquet in the Golden Palace Hall of the Royal Palace tonight at Xu Shi.
Mo Xi originally didn't want to go to this banquet. His disgust for Jun Shang has reached the extreme. The reason why he has not gone to settle accounts with Jun Shang is because of turmoil in the country, internal and external troubles, and Gu Mang's recent physical condition is also very poor. The plan to go to Lin'an to find the soul-inducing overhaul was also delayed.
He was worried about Gu Mang's body, but he didn't feel relieved to give it to other people for treatment. It happened that Mengze was not in the imperial capital--I heard that Mengze fell ill just after they left, and had to go to Tangquan Palace to recuperate and rest.
So since Jiang Fuli would also appear at the banquet, and he would also bring medicine to resist the demonic energy, Mo Xi thought about it and decided to bring Gu Mang with him.
After all, wearing the mask was a bit boring. When Gu Mang was sitting on the carriage, he pushed the mask up, revealing a pair of hazy blue eyes, and looked at the swaying lights outside the bamboo curtain. The other hand has been playing with the little bamboo warrior that Murong Chuyi left him.
Gu Mang has two most precious things, one is this bamboo warrior, and the other is that treasure of unknown origin.
This kit, Mo Xi has been very concerned about it since the first time he saw it in Luomei Bieyuan, but no matter whether Gu Manghui regained his consciousness or not, he never told him the origin of this kit. He only said pitifully, "I don't have any impression, I can't remember it at all, I just know it's important."
Every time Mo Xi looked at his aggrieved appearance, no matter how many words he could say, he was even more unwilling to stimulate him later, so he had to endure sulking when he didn't let himself see that kit.
Gu Mang probably saw his unhappiness later, so he showed him the items in the kit - in fact, there were no rare items, just a white shell coin with a faint "Fire" written on it. "Character.
"What Fire Warlock gave it to you?"
Gu Mang shook his head, pursed his mouth and muttered, "I just don't know."
"I just think I like it very much, so I can't lose it."
And who exactly gave him something that made him like it so much that he couldn't let it go like Murong Chuyi's Bamboo Warrior, which is still a mystery to this day.
When they arrived at the Golden Palace, the gates and valves were almost there, but they still seemed deserted.
Mo Xi has attended many banquets in Chonghua, and it is rare to see a scene as bleak as tonight. Needless to say, Yue Chenqing did not come to the banquet at all. Princess Mengze's seat is also vacant, and there is still hope in the Shu residence...
Looking at the position that belonged to Murong Lian, Mo Xi couldn't tell what he was feeling. From what he saw in Lin'an, he already knew that Murong Lian was Gu Mang's other elder brother, and his blood ties were even more than that of Murong Chuyi, but Murong Lian and Murong Chuyi were different after all. It blows into the wind, creating a mist.
No one could fathom what he was thinking.
From childhood to adulthood, Murong Lian bullied and tortured Gu Mang a lot, and even threw him to Luomei Garden to be humiliated after Gu Mang returned to the city. It seemed that as long as Gu Mang was suppressed more badly, the more despicable the situation, the more at ease he would feel. . But Gu Mang is really in danger, and he doesn't want it anymore. If he wants to die or live, he will save people.
There were nobles whispering around.
"Hey, have you heard? Wang Shujun seems to be dying."
"Really? Your Majesty has not already sent the best monks from Shennongtai for treatment, how can you still..."
"I've been holding my breath for a long time. Your Majesty is doing my best for him."
"Who cares about him except the king, the popularity is so bad."
The banquet table with the red lacquer cloud legs was empty. Mo Xi suddenly thought that after Mrs. Zhao's death, Murong Lian had no one to be with. It's just the fear of his subordinates.
I don't know what Gu Mang means to Murong Lian.
The banquet was over, and Your Majesty and Jiang Fuli came out from the back room together. Jiang Fuli has been wandering outside for a long time, and it seems to be a little more simple, probably because the country's fortune is critical, he is not as rebellious as usual, but quietly stands next to the emperor, his blue clothes are wide, his sleeves are drawn down, and his eyes are lowered. Eyes, a rare calm and reliable appearance.
"I'm calling you here today. One of them is to dispense an antidote, and the other is to expect you to figure out a way to deal with it." Your Majesty took a seat on the gilt nanmu armchair, "As for those remonstrances of retreating without a fight. "
He raised his eyes sullenly: "If anyone wants to say it, there is no need to say it."
The few old dove officials glanced at each other silently with their drooping eyelids.
Admiral Jun had a panoramic view of this undercurrent, and sneered: "How about giving each other a wink? The reason for your retreat before was that the demonic miasma would not go away, and Gu thinks it is the same, but now Jiang Yaoshi has refined all the antidote. When I came out, I was still thinking of backing down. Are you so afraid?"
An old nobleman said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, Liao has broken his trust this time and used the forbidden technique in the back. His intention is to recapture their last wisp of blood monster remnant soul. In fact, we can deal with that blood monster remnant. Soul do some hands and feet, and then return it to the Liao Kingdom, so that they will not be overwhelmed by the army and fight me to the death. As for the blood beast, because it was damaged by us, the Liao Kingdom could not restore it for a while. Then the war can drag on for another ten or eight years—"
The king laughed: "What are you doing for ten or eight years?"
"This, in ten or eight years, anything is possible. Chonghua can try to interrupt their plan to revive the blood beasts, or he can study the catalog of immortal beasts left by Palace Master Shen, and refine immortal beasts to fight them. In short The old minister believes that Chonghua is at a time of weakness, and it is really not suitable to hit a stone with an egg, I hope you will think twice."
The king laughed loudly and said: "Yu Shujun, the ten or eight years alone are not to give Chonghua time to prepare, but to provide for your old age? Look at your age, it will be almost the same after ten or eight years. It's time to return, after you drive the crane to the west, who cares about the flood?"
Yushu Jun was stabbed in the heart by the emperor, and his color suddenly changed, but he still insisted: "Your Majesty, the sky can learn from it, the old minister has a heart-"
Jun Shang was still smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Well, let's drag it on."
"Your Majesty!"
The smile disappeared, and the man on the throne looked extremely cold, as if he was emitting a chill all over his body.
"Gu said, drag him down to me."
"Yes!"
"Jiang Yaoshi's antidote doesn't need to be written down to the emperor's mansion." The emperor said indifferently, "If anyone says this about the master's retreat, he will give the orphan back to the field as soon as possible, but it's natural, medicine, and solitary. I will not give it to you, who is willing to stand out for Chonghua, do things for the people, and who is the only one who is willing to save their lives. Just like Yushu Jun, who wants to go home and farm in a peaceful corner…”
There was a cold light in his eyes, and his teeth were lightly buckled.
"Then ask yourself to be blessed."
The potion that can dispel the demonic energy and save lives is in the hands of Junshang, and all those who wanted to talk about it all shut up.
Jun Shang looked around the entire hall with a pair of eagle eyes, and then smiled again: "You must always be like this now, so neat and consistent, and obey your words, then Chonghua will unite Kyushu and the world will be leveled, and there will be hope."
When Mo Xi heard this, he couldn't help but feel disgusted.
Whatever the lord says will ultimately lead to the happiness of the people and the well-being of the people. Although he has known from the past that the king's heart is unpredictable, and what he said cannot be completely true, he does not know how hypocritical he can be. In fact, in the final analysis, the king does not have a "use" attitude towards the black demon at all, but a "greed" attitude. Gu Mang once braved so much pain to collect the techniques for him, I am afraid they are all coveted by the king for a long time. s things.
The rise of peace in the world is false, it is a cliché, it is his banner to drive loyal ministers and heroes, and the unification of Kyushu is the man's mantra.
Since there was no one to retreat for the time being, the emperor ordered Jiang Fuli to distribute the exorcism medicines in the brocade box to the masters of each mansion one by one. While waiting, Gu Mang sat next to Mo Xi, his blue eyes quietly following Jiang Fuli.
"Why do you keep looking at him?"
Gu Mang said, "What did he post? Everyone seems to want it."
Mo Xi explained, "It's medicine."
"Isn't the medicine very bitter?" Gu Mang frowned, "Why are you waiting to take this... Will we have it too?"
Mo Xi raised his hand and touched his head: "I'll find a way for you to ask for something sweet."
Seeing Gu Mang nodding contentedly, Mo Xi sighed in his heart and turned to look at Jiang Fuli who was dispensing medicine in the distance. He planned to talk to Pharmacist Jiang alone after the banquet, wondering if there was any way to relieve Gu Mang's condition.
Jiang Fuli was talking to Changfeng-Jun. After the battle at Huantian Cave, Xiao Lan'er was in a coma. Her spiritual core was taken away by Jiang Yexue and she was made a puppet. This little body has endured too much suffering. . Because of this, Changfeng-Jun was deeply remorseful, and he was also heartbroken by his daughter's health exercise these days. He pulled Jiang Fuli and kept saying something, but Jiang Fuli always replied lightly, only replying a sentence or two, and finally he simply pulled his sleeves. go.
It's just that between him and Changfeng-jun, the small exorcism he handed to Changfeng-jun accidentally fell on the ground. Changfeng-jun obviously didn't get the answer he wanted, and he was so sad that he didn't want to worry about his own life or death, and simply ignored it. Where did this exorcism pill roll to
Jiang Fuli glanced at him, and didn't intend to talk to him. He just picked up the medicine from the ground for him, pushed it back to the banquet table with his long fingers, and then turned around to go to the next table.
But Mo Xi, who had witnessed the whole process, vaguely felt that something was wrong. He hadn't figured out what was weird, but a creepy intuition came up first.
He stared at Jiang Fuli, and couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, but he felt that there was something very important and obvious wrong, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
Jiang Fuli was wrong, something was very wrong, what was it...
Just as he frowned and thought deeply, he suddenly heard an erratic and cold voice resounding outside the door of the Jinluan Hall—
"Put down the medicine in your hands. Don't take it at all."
Everyone was startled and looked out the door in unison.
But seeing a man in a sapphire blue robe slowly ascending the steps, with fox-like eyebrows and a sullen expression, he looked very weak, but at least he was able to walk and move, and he was sane.
Someone exclaimed: "Oh, Wang Shujun?!"
This man who walked slowly was not Murong Lian, who was rumored to have a serious illness on the line, but who was it