What are you making a fuss about?

I feel that Xie Xiao seems to have been here before. Xie Xiao has a unique incense of near life on his body. It is said that if this incense is burned for three minutes, the dead can be smoked to life.

Although the smell is not as exaggerated as the rumors, it seems that benzoin is mixed with some azurite, but it is also unforgettable after smelling it.

Jing Yun frowned inadvertently in his dream, turned over and continued to sleep.

Xie Xiao wandered around the house, and finally left satisfied.

When Jing Yun woke up, the sky was already dark, and it was dark night outside the house.

Sitting on the bed, Jing Yun felt his head was heavy, and when he moved again, he felt hot, a stream of blood flowed out from his nose, and dripped on Jing Zhao's quilt with cloud and bamboo pattern, staining it red.

Jing Yun was in a daze, and shook his head slightly, but the blood flowed even more fiercely.Hastily tilted his head forward slightly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Living so comfortably, he even forgot that he still has poison in his body.

Jing Yun quickly stood up, went to the table and poured a bowl of tea, dipped a few drops on the bridge of his nose with his fingers.In a panic, Jing Yun swept a tea bowl to the ground with his sleeve, and the ice and porcelain shattered all over the floor.

Jing Yun had no time to take care of it, so he quickly took out a brocade handkerchief and pressed his nose.

Before he finished, Xie Xiao stood outside the door, knocking on the door frame, "Lan Yin, are you alright?"

Jing Yun was taken aback, "It's nothing."

"What is broken?" Xie Xiao raised his voice.

"A teacup."

"You open the door."

Jing Yun: "..."

"Hurry up, let me take a look at you." Xie Xiao felt that something was wrong, if nothing happened, Jing Yun would directly tell him to go away, and would not talk to him about this.

Jing Yun had no choice but to open the door. If he didn't open it, he would break through the window and come in.

The door creaked, and when Jing Yun raised his head, he saw Xie Xiao's slightly reproachful eyes.

"What's going on here?" Xie Xiao looked at the debris on the ground, there were still a few drops of blood on the table, and looking again, good guy, Jing Yun didn't even wear shoes.

Jing Yun felt bad and backed away again and again.

"Nosebleed?" Xie Xiao's face was not very good-looking.

"Ah."

"Hey..." Xie Xiao sighed, and said again: "Go to bed."

Only then did Jing Yun realize that he was not wearing shoes, so he quickly sat down by the bed.

A large pool of wet blood on the quilt made Xie Xiao's expression even uglier.

"Did you flow before?" Xie Xiao asked.

Jing Yun said nothing, do you want to tell him?

Xie Xiao didn't give Jing Yun a chance to hesitate, and reached out to catch Jing Yun's pulse.

"It's...poisonous hair?" Xie Xiao lost his last trace of calmness, but his mind was spinning fast. Didn't he drink the blood Bodhi, couldn't he hold it back?

"Dizzy?"

"Ah."

"Can it be stopped?"

"Hmm..." No.

"It can stop a ghost." Xie Xiao frowned, walked to the table and got another glass of water, "Swallow this."

It was a black pill, "What is this?" Jing Yun asked.

"It can stop bleeding."

Jing Yun looked at him suspiciously, took it after thinking about it.

"Hey, don't look up." Xie Xiao called.

Jing Yun's hands froze, and he didn't look up...how can he drink water?Xie Xiao brought water to his mouth, "Open your mouth."

After Jing Yun stuck the edge of the bowl, Xie Xiao slowly raised the tea bowl up. Just as Jing Yun was about to raise his head, Xie Xiao yelled softly, "Drink it up."

Jing Yun: "..."

"It should be fine in a while." Xie Xiao put the tea bowl back on the table.

"It's really strange. I gave you blood Bodhi. Why do you still have an attack?" Xie Xiao sat on the chair and looked at Jing Yun face to face, his eyes full of puzzlement.

"Could it be that the monk didn't give me the real blood Bodhi?" Xie Xiao's forehead twitched violently.

"What monk?" Jing Yun asked with a nasal tone.

"Blood Bodhi, as the name suggests, with the word Bodhi, must have something to do with Buddhism. Blood Bodhi was obtained in a temple." Xie Xiao returned.

"When did this happen?"

"That's when you were reborn and came back into a coma for three days."

"What temple?" Jing Yun slowly loosened his nose, and sure enough, the bleeding stopped.

"Gusu Jialan Temple." Xie Xiao spit out these words lightly, a dark red bloodstain appeared on the bridge of Jing Yun's nose, which was pinched out by himself just now, Xie Xiao looked a little strange.

"I lived there for a while." Jing Yun turned his head.

"When I was young, I went to offer incense with my master and wife." Xie Xiao smiled.

Qingjiang Qianshu Pavilion (final)

"It's just, when did the blood bodhi exist in the temple?" Jing Yun tilted his head. He had lived for seven years and had never heard of such a thing in the temple.

Xie Xiao spread his hands, "It's hidden on the top of the Tibetan scripture pavilion. Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng came out after asking for three Wen. It is as popular as ghost rosin."

"Why, when you were practicing in the temple, didn't you hear about it?"

Jing Yun shook his head. If it was true, he never had a poisoning attack in the temple, which would make sense. When he was just five years old, the abbot sent him to the Sutra Pavilion to sort out the scriptures, and he was taken back to live in front of the palace. The houses are all close to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

"It seems that we have to go to Jialan Temple first." Xie Xiao frowned.

"Where did you plan to go?" Jing Yun coughed, his nasal cavity was filled with the smell of blood, which made his breathing a bit heavy. He didn't like this sticky and delicate feeling very much.

Xie Xiao raised one leg, "Go to the capital."

"Plum soul is plum wine. This kind of plum that has been buried for more than ten years is only found in the palace."

"How did you know there is one in the palace?" Jing Yun was a little anxious, is there one in the palace?

There really is, in Yunxi Palace.His father told him personally before the sick bed, when the emperor was already very sick and dazed.

When he was asked to go to the bed, he couldn't recognize who Jing Yun was, and he yelled "Yun'er, Yun'er..." indistinctly, and suddenly said that he should marry him as soon as possible, and took the plum blossom in Yunxi Palace. The wine is dug out and drunk at the wedding reception.

Jing Yun was very strange at the time. After returning, he really entered Yunxi Palace. There was plum wine under the red plum tree that grew recklessly.

"I have my own way, you don't know it, because you lack the eyes to observe the surrounding environment." Xie Xiao was a little proud.

Jing Yun was disdainful, Xie Xiao said again: "Do you know how many flowers there are in your Mushuangju in Xuanming Villa? How many kinds of fish are there in the lake? Have you ever fed the cats in the villa?" Xie Xiao snorted , "You just want to escape."

Jing Yun was speechless for a while, locked you up, do you still have the mood to admire the prison cell?Can you still marvel at how exquisitely the windows in the cell are repaired?

"If you take a look, you will find that the things in Xuanming Villa are all in pairs, and they are all the same as you..."

"Shut up." Jing Yun really couldn't listen anymore, and gritted his teeth: "I don't want to know, if you still want to lock me up in this life, I will kill you."

Xie Xiao smiled, "Don't worry." There was some inexplicable joy in his heart, thinking for no reason: Is Lan Yin acting like a baby?

Jing Yun rolled his eyes, pointed out the door, "I'm going to sleep, you go."

Xie Xiao shrugged, "Didn't you just wake up, why don't you be tired, why don't you chat for a while?"

"Stop talking." Jing Yun turned his head away, picked up the candlestick beside the bed and was about to throw it at him.

"All right, all right, you sleep." Xie Xiao stepped forward and pulled La Jingyun's quilt.

"Sleep well." After saying that, she closed the door for him.

Jing Yun pulled the quilt over his head, and the face of the late emperor appeared in his mind.

The first emperor burst into tears: "I agreed with Yun'er...you... the emperor, Yun'er didn't believe it back then, if it was a daughter, she would be the eldest princess, and the son would be... the emperor. Yun'er didn't believe me, if he didn't believe it, then... gone……"

Who is Yun'er?What is the unknown past with the first emperor, and what is the relationship with him?

Jing Yun thought about countless possibilities, he even thought that the master of Yunxi Palace was his biological mother, the queen snatched her child and raised it in the temple, then she died of depression and became the queen's son himself.

But he didn't have evidence, the news in the palace was completely sealed up, and he couldn't find out, so he had to give up.

On the second day, Jing Yun woke up very early, got up and tidied up with Jing Zhao, and went up the mountain to visit Concubine Xian.

Jing Zhao said that Concubine Xian's small mountain residence was built at the foot of the mountain, and the mountains around Wuyue are not as towering as in the north, but mostly low mountains.

Not long after walking, a chick called "chirp, chirp, chirp", Jing Zhao said, "The one with the brown fence in front is the concubine, oh no, my mother." Jing Zhao touched his head.

"She said that she should not be called concubine mother when she leaves the palace, and she should do as the Romans do when she enters the country."

Jing Yun smiled and thought to himself: What should I call?

After much deliberation, it is more appropriate to use "Taifei Empress".

The two approached quickly, the wooden door was wide open, and a middle-aged woman in a green dress stood in the yard, holding a handful of grains in her hand and spreading them to the chickens in the yard.

Jing Zhao yelled, and the woman turned her head and said with a smile, "All right." When she saw Jing Yun beside her, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Jing Zhao blinked at Jing Yun, and Concubine Xian wiped her hands, beckoning them to enter the room.

Concubine Xian has passed the age of forty, but her forehead is smooth without any wrinkle, and her brows are full of kindness. As soon as Jing Zhao entered the room, she took a bite of the fruit on the table and threw it to Jing Yun.

Concubine Xian took a look, laughed and scolded: "Wash your hands." Then she said to Jing Yun, "Sit whatever you want."

Jing Yun nodded respectfully, sitting on a chair and looking at a handful of dark red fruit in his arms, Jing Zhao said, "This is a berry from the mountains, it's so sweet, but I can't put it down."

Concubine Xian brought another plate of other fruits, red raspberries mixed with purple and black raspberries, it looked really delicious. "Come and try."

"Thank you, Empress Dowager." Jing Yun nodded with a smile, picked up a raspberry and put it to his lips, the red and purple juice bloomed between his lips, and a light fruity fragrance mixed with sweetness instantly occupied his lips and teeth.

Concubine Xian asked with concern: "Xiu Ming, how are you doing recently?"

"Miss Concubine Lao, everything is going well, and now, Empress Dowager..."

"I'm doing well now." Concubine Xian took the plate of berries from Jing Zhao