VII

"When did his hair turn gray?"

"After changing your blood...You are not old, your head is white..." The old Taoist said softly: "It was good at first, but within two days the visible to the naked eye turned gray...I reckon it will continue to decline... "

"Is there a way to stop it?"

"No..." The old Taoist looked at Fusu's gray hair, got up helplessly and said, "It was caused by excessive blood loss. Even if the person returns to normal in the future, the color will always be like this... The old Taoist should also Go back and rest, Yingzheng, don't worry about it anymore, there are flowers that can be broken, don't wait for the flowers to be broken. It's really too late to regret..."

"Ying Zheng has been taught."

After the old Taoist left, Ying Zheng lit the candles again, and the two oil lamps complemented each other, but they were brighter than one.Picking up a roll of blood-stained slips, Ying Zheng slowly opened them. The history of the Great Qin Dynasty can be described as turbulent and magnificent, and he was desperate to survive.Fortunately, the heavens showed mercy, and a great virtuous person was born to turn the tide even in times of crisis.The most dangerous time was that the courtiers usurped the throne and established a new dynasty. It was only 280 years ago that the Great Qin was never destroyed, Emperor Wu revived and restored the Great Qin.It's just that at this time, Western Qin has already declined, with internal and external troubles, and disorderly officials in power. If there is no great talent born, it probably won't last long.

Ying Zheng carefully touched the names one by one, obviously they were not the same, but he knew that they were all Fusu.The best ending is to retire bravely in the torrent, retire in early years, have no wife, no children, and die alone.Worst of all...'Sinful Minister Su Zhe...has no family...confiscated house...dismissed the noble...heinous...he will be cut to pieces...' The words one by one don’t make much sense, but when they are combined together, Ying Zheng Some are shocking, just counting ten is a person's life, bloody and painful.

For thousands of years, Yingzheng was indeed unconscious at first, but he didn't know when, he could hear some movements intermittently, and later, he could hear a few words, which were someone speaking in a small, inaudible volume What, this situation lasted for a long, long time.

During this period, he sometimes fell asleep and sometimes woke up. When he was awake, he could occasionally feel the warm and bitter medicine being carefully fed into his mouth bit by bit. Because he couldn't swallow it spontaneously, the man stopped after feeding a spoonful of it. Gently slide your hand from top to bottom at his throat to help him swallow.Often a bowl of medicine, he feeds it when he is awake, and feeds it when he is asleep. , how so.

Later, as he was awake for more time, he could hear more. He finally heard those small and continuous whispers, which all came from one person, which had not changed for hundreds of years, about His longing is the eight sufferings of life that he can't understand, about life and death, what he can't ask for, and what he can't bear.He couldn't move, talk, or look, so he couldn't refuse. He was forced to listen to those whispers, and he got used to it.It is said that deep love does not last long, but I never thought that it would be a good thing for those who have deep love to die early...

Ying Zheng casually removed the cloth bandage that was wrapped around his left wrist, and looked at the long and narrow wound, which must be cut for a blood exchange. He and Fusu each had one.Because there was no pressure, bright red blood gradually oozes from the wound, but he doesn't feel much pain, even the soreness and pain that has been lying all over his body for thousands of years has been relieved a lot. The bowl of medicine, as expected, should be promoting blood Removing blood stasis and analgesic...

"Fusu..." Ying Zheng called softly, and murmured, "It's so stupid..."

Fusu slept for three full days and three nights, and did not wake up until the evening of the third day. As soon as she woke up, she felt much better all over her body, no longer weak and powerless.

"Fusu...you're awake..." Ying Zheng put down the letter in his hand, and said calmly, "What do you want to eat?"

Fusu laughed in a daze and said, "I want to eat too much... Can Father know how to cook?"

"..." Ying Zheng paused and said, "You can buy it in the town down the mountain."

"It's three hundred kilometers away from the nearest store..." Fusu lifted the quilt slowly, and said with a smile while putting on his shoes and socks: "I'd better do it myself, what would my father want to eat? After all I haven't eaten in a thousand years..."

"You are very happy……"

"Yes..." Fusu covered his chest with his hands and coughed twice before saying, "I am naturally happy to see my father well."

For some reason, Ying Zheng always felt that this obviously normal sentence had some meaning, probably because he was overthinking, "I don't have anything to eat... You have fed me a lot over the years, and my mouth is full of the smell of medicine."

"When did the father regain consciousness?"

"Not long." Ying Zheng looked down at the letter in his hand and said calmly, "Just over half a month..."

"Is that so..." Fusu didn't know what kind of mood he was in, "What happened that day..."

"What?"

Fusu said with some embarrassment: "Just the day before the blood change, what Fusu said at that time was all angry words, so please don't take it to heart..."

"Oh? Is that so?" Ying Zheng turned to look at Fu Su, his expression unrecognizable, and he said slowly, "Su Er, what you said is not wrong... I don't believe you, plot against you, use you... ...You, don't you hate it?"

Fusu's expression was a little dazed, and he said softly: "Hate, sometimes my whole heart burns with hatred, I wish I could kill you with my own hands, drink your blood, eat your flesh, and gnaw your bones..."

Ying Zheng took the Tianwen on the table, threw it directly to Fusu and said, "Since you hate me so much, I will give you a chance. I am here, draw your sword."

Fusu seemed not to have heard Ying Zheng's words, took over the question and continued, "In that way, Father, you will belong to me forever... However, this kind of thought will disappear as soon as I see you when I come back. No trace. No matter how much resentment you have, no matter how much hatred you have, if you can stay with you quietly for a while, you will feel that it doesn't matter. Father, do you think this is hatred?"

At a certain moment, Yingzheng actually felt that what Fusu said was not a complaint about wanting to eat meat and bones, but a lingering love language;

Ying Zheng stood up abruptly, not knowing what expression he should have, and turned into anger from embarrassment: "Fusu, what about your upbringing? Is this what you should say to your father?"

"Father is not only a father, but also..." Fu Su eagerly explained, but was interrupted roughly by Ying Zheng before he finished speaking.

"Shut up!" Ying Zheng turned his head and said stiffly: "I want to eat sweets." After thinking about it, he continued: "Don't be too greasy."

Fusu froze for a moment, then said with a low smile: "Okay."

The old Taoist found Fusu in a small kitchen that was ventilated on all sides. Now that Fusu has regained consciousness, he still needs to drink the medicine.It's just that when he found Fusu, what he saw was an 'idiot' who kept smirking at the steamer.

This idiot has not been noticed for a long time when the old Taoist stood behind him.At this time, if two assassins come to keep Fusu dead without a burial place, the old Taoist thought so, and said coldly: "I'm so happy, but what did Ying Zheng promise you? Or did you take advantage of it?"

"Ah, it's sir!" Fusu was taken aback, and then he couldn't help laughing and said, "Fusu just found out that the emperor doesn't listen to love!" I went through the conversation with Ying Zheng again.Finally came to a conclusion: "He is a person who thinks too much! He didn't think about that before, so he had all kinds of suspicions. It seems that everyone has a conspiracy! Now that he is enlightened, he can't listen to the slightest love... Not thinking too much about what?"

"Fusu..." The old Taoist looked at Fusu with a complicated expression and said, "You can get what you want. The poor Taoist is very pleased, but have you ever thought about why Yingzheng can't listen to your words of love?"

As if being splashed with cold water, Fusu asked anxiously, "Why?"

The old Taoist pondered for a long time before he said: "Think about it, he used to have tens of thousands of beauties in his harem, and he was surrounded by beauties all over the world. Every day, which ones are not constantly talking about love, which ones are not lingering, but why can't he listen to you? That's because he knows you. It's true, because he started to care about you, because he sees you through. If you don't know clearly that what you do, think and think comes from your heart, no matter how nice it sounds, to Ying Zheng, it's just someone else His flattery."

"What do you mean by that, Mister?" Fu Su wondered, isn't this a good thing?

"Stupid Fusu..." The old Taoist pointed to the flour in Fusu's hands and sighed: "You forced this relationship, and it was not equal from the beginning. He is high above you, and you are as low as the dust. Arrogant and too confident, he sees you too thoroughly, and takes everything you do for granted. You were once pampered and raised in a deep palace, and you once stretched out your hands to eat and opened your mouth. do what?"

"Sir, you feel sorry for Fusu, of course Fusu knows it. But, you said that this relationship was forced by Fusu..." Fusu smiled wryly, "Why am I willing to let him back down again?"

The old Taoist hated iron and steel and said: "You elm head! The poor Taoist is asking you to find a chance to perform Zhougong's gift with that Yingzheng! Fish/water/zhi/happy! If he can accept this, the poor Taoist I don't care about you!"

"First... Mister!" Fusu was obviously frightened, and looked at the old Taoist in a daze: "This is impossible!"

"What's impossible?" The old Taoist smiled maliciously, "Don't tell me you don't want... Ying Zheng's looks and figure are rare in the world... No matter whether you are high or low, you will not lose ...If you need it, Pindao can also provide you with some medicine to cheer you up..."