sick man

This is the largest of the countless alchemy rooms in Wangyou Villa.It is not very accurate to say that it is one room. Strictly speaking, it should be a small two-story building, but it is built next to the main house. If you don't look carefully, you will feel that it is just an ordinary room in the main house.

But as long as you push the door and go in, no one will think so anymore.

Because this small building named Qingxin Pavilion is the owner of Wangyou Villa and the residence of Duanmuche, the master of Zhan Qingmo.In this seemingly unpretentious house, there are countless poisons, precious herbs that are hard to find in the world, and rare specimens of poisonous insects and beasts, which are undoubtedly fatal to those who are obsessed with making poisons.

The same is true for Zhan Qingmo.

A few years after Qian Muche traveled far away alone, the key to this house was handed over to Zhan Qingmo.A few years is enough to show off all the treasures in the house, but Duanmuche is as cunning, even if the other party is his favorite apprentice, he will not give benefits for nothing, along with the shiny brass key There is still a big problem in Zhan Qingmo's hands.

"I know you've wanted to come here for a long time. Xiaotuan and Xiaoyuan must have told you what's inside. You already know my request. It depends on whether you dare to accept it."

In the early morning of the day Duanmuche left, he stretched out the leather rope tied with the key to Zhan Qingmo who came to see him off, with a narrow smile on his face.

Zhan Qingmo didn't have any confidence in his request, and what solution could he come up with for the poison that even his master couldn't cure?

"I didn't ask you to cure him, just keep his life."

Duanmuche's meaning was already obvious, Zhan Qingmo hesitated for a while, but took the key cautiously.

After being banned from entering Qingxin Pavilion by Duanmuche for 23 years, Zhan Qingmo finally stepped here again and saw that person again.

Yes, there has always been one person living in Qingxin Pavilion.

A person who wakes up only for a moment at midnight every day.

This person was rescued by Zhan Qingmo from the palace 23 years ago, and Duanmuche snatched him back from the gate of hell.

But is that still a human being?

Her internal organs were damaged, her tendons in her arms and legs were broken, and if she hadn't been supported by someone, she wouldn't even be able to get out of bed, let alone do other more difficult things.

Alas, at best it is a breathing corpse.

In the past few years, in order to ensure that this "corpse" can continue to breathe, Zhan Qingmo spends most of his time every day concocting a decoction that relieves toxicity for him to take internally and externally.Today was no exception. Even though Zhan Qingmo was exhausted from distinguishing the poison sent by Mo Hongyu, he still carefully adjusted the temperature of the medicinal soup in the barrel, and made sure that the person on the bed could bear it before he moved lightly. She picked him up and put him in gently.

The prescription of the medicinal soup was left by Duanmuche, but it is not enough to cook it as it is.Because the poison on the man's body is too strong, and the preparation method is also very strange, it is not easy to distinguish the medicinal materials in it, let alone accurately estimate the dosage and find the corresponding poison.Duanmuche was also dispensing the medicine based on his intuition. When the man's body showed rejection, he adjusted the prescription accordingly.

Fortunately, Zhan Qingmo is quite talented in poisons, and the man has survived without any danger by relying on the antidote he prepared these years.

"You were so mighty back then, and the way you wore armor and held a sword and rode your horse through the streets attracted countless girls. Alas, what a pity!"

While helping the man wipe his face, Zhan Qingmo looked at his pale face and sighed.The man's face, as thin as if it was covered with only a layer of skin, looked less scary under the dim yellow candlelight. If you spend some time looking at it carefully, you can find a bit of the old look from the low eyebrows.

But that expression was too weak, so light that when the candlelight was removed, only a bony body remained.

"Do you regret it?"

The steaming veil lightly brushed between the man's brows, and a sword mark that had already healed in the middle.Ke Zhan Qingmo always felt that the dark red scar hadn't healed yet, so he lost some strength.

The man who was so quiet that he could only breathe naturally couldn't answer his question, Zhan Qingmo answered for him,

"I don't think you will regret it, just like me, with Xiaotuan Xiaoyuan, looking at them makes everything worthwhile."

"Yan'er is his unwanted son. He has grown up. He looks like you. Do you want to meet him?"

Zhan Qingmo raised the man's limply hanging arm, and slowly wiped it upwards along the wrist, until it reached the protruding collarbone of the man, and then stopped.

"This birthmark, Yan'er also has it here, it's exactly the same as yours..."

His finger was on the crimson moiré birthmark a little below the man's left collarbone, and his tone of voice was pleasant, as if he was chatting with the man.

"Do you know? Yan'er is about to get married. I originally planned to tell him his life experience after he got married and bring him to see you, but Yan'er...just like you, he loved someone who shouldn't be loved. , he is very sad now."

While speaking, Zhan Qingmo raised the man's other arm, and continued to clean without haste.

It wasn't until the man finished taking the medicinal bath and was sent back to the bed that Zhan Qingmo continued,

"Yan'er is in a very safe place now. I will bring him to see you when he is no longer sad."

"Oh, right,"

Just when Zhan Qingmo opened the door and was about to leave, he supported the door frame and turned his head in the direction of the man, saying,

"I will go to the palace tomorrow, maybe I can bring you some good news."

The sleeping man didn't respond, Zhan Qingmo slipped off the lock neatly and turned to leave.Outside, the full moon is about to reach its mid-heaven.

"It's time to give birth!"

Zhan Qingmo lamented helplessly, since his master left, he hasn't had a good night's sleep!Just taking care of a man is very cumbersome, plus...

"Daddy, Daddy!"

The two short figures coming in front of him following the call of joy are the trouble Zhan Qingmo wants to add, and one plus is two.

Really, after serving the big ones, you have to serve the little ones!

The cute and well-behaved Zhan Xiaotuan who has just turned seven years old will never believe that he has become a trouble in the heart of his favorite father. With one hand, he holds his twin brother Zhan Xiaoyuan who has an indifferent expression, and with the other hand he holds Zhan Qingmo, who smells like medicine. With warm hands, he happily walked towards Dad's bedroom.

"Daddy~Daddy~ Xiaotuan is going to listen to the story of the King of the Mountain tonight!"

"well!"

"Daddy~Daddy~Xiao Tuan is going to play with Brother Yan tomorrow!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Daddy~ Daddy~ Xiaotuan will hug you to sleep tonight!"

"Of course..."

"No!"

"Woo... Daddy, Xiaoyuan...he's pissing me off again..."

"Xiaoyuan! How can you be fierce to brother?"

"Hmph! It's better for bed-wetting idiots to sleep with me."

"You, you! Who, who loves to wet the bed... Woooo... Daddy..."

"Xiaoyuan! Xiaotuan, be good, don't cry..."

With the gentle persuasion, the shadows of the father and son, stretched by the moonlight, gradually drifted away. In the Qingxin Pavilion, the man who had been asleep for a whole day finally opened his eyes.

But he just opened his eyes.

There is no focus in his eyes, just like his mind, no longer sober.