Our goal is to save the world

Lin Shizi walked out of the room, as if he wanted to walk around, and when he arrived at the gate of the small courtyard where Yang Zhi and the others lived, he entered with a smile, and greeted warmly, "Brother Jing, how are you today?"

Jing Qiran stopped his movements and only responded to Lin Shizi's greeting with indifferent eyes.

There is a small stove and teapot on the stone table under the grape arbor, and Jing Ziran is taking out the teacups from the box and putting them on.

"This?" Lin Shizi saw the third teacup on the table and asked, "Do you have any guests today?"

"If your son is thirsty, you might as well sit down." Jing Ziran said coldly.

Lin Shizi prides himself on being an aristocrat of a great country, so he wouldn't go to Jing Qiran, who borrowed from him, to ask for water, but in order to have a conversation, he meditated in his mind, a man can bend and stretch, and apologized: "Yes, this Yan Ge The city is hot and dry, which makes people feel thirsty. Is it the same for Brother Jing?"

Jing Qiran's bitterness was only superficial. Lin Shizi sat down cheekily, and he didn't chase him away, but just picked up the teapot and ordered a glass of water for him.I don't know what was added to the water, and it gave off a quiet and pleasant aroma.

Lin Shizi's knowledge of politics is mediocre, but he is proficient in all aspects of poetry, books, tea and wine. He gracefully held up the teacup, gently sniffed the aroma in the cup, and knew what was added to the cup. He smiled and said: "Jing Brother, you are so elegant."

But Jing Ziran only showed a suspicious expression to Lin Shizi's words, picked up his own cup and sniffed it, compared with Lin Shizi's elegant movements, he seemed to be smelling a bitter medicine.

"Is it sweet?"

"Sweet and slightly astringent, elegant and fresh."

Jing Ziran sniffed again suspiciously, and poured the water in the glass.

"This, this is high-grade ice dew." Lin Shizi said in surprise.

"That's all for you." Lin Shizi pushed the small box over, "Just say I drank it all."

"This ice dew clears heat and relieves cough. It has a light taste and is very good for brother Jing's lung disease." Shizi Lin pushed the small box back.

But Jing Lingran entered the emptying mode again, staring at the air in a daze, his eyes blurred.

"Brother Jing?" Shizi Lin gently shook his hand in front of his eyes.

Jing Lingran nimbly grabbed Lin Shizi's hand with a hand so thin that it seemed that only a layer of skin remained, and looked at him with an expression of looking at a fool.

One of Lin Shizi's subordinates came in at this time, and what he saw was Jing Ziran holding Lin Shizi, and the two looked at each other in silence, he coughed awkwardly, and said: "Your Highness, there is a guest, the left prime minister of the fire clan is here .”

"Please go to the living room." Lin Shizi withdrew his hand and got up.

"I'm here to visit Mr. Jing." The subordinate replied cautiously.

"Brother Jing, did you make an appointment with Zuo Xiang?" Shizi Lin smiled.

Jing Ziran answered him with the whites of his eyes, "You also want to take care of my affairs?"

"Don't dare." Lin Shizi showed off his face-changing skills again, smiling at Jing Lingran, but gritted his teeth when he turned his head to his subordinates, "Then invite people in!"

The subordinates retreated, and after a while, they led in the young Prime Minister of the Fire Clan.

Zuo Xiang Wang He is in his twenties, and Yan You's hand-picked confidant, the new official took office this year, naturally has a fearless spirit, heard about the emperor's envoy yesterday, and came to visit today.

Lin Shizi didn't leave either, and just sat aside.

Jing Weiran didn't stand up to receive the guests, he just pointed to the chair and said, "My lord, sit down. Mr. Nie is not here, if you have something to do, you can leave a message."

Wang He is much more tactful than Lin Shizi, and said with a smile: "I came here specially to visit you. I like to collect all kinds of rare formations in my spare time. I brought two special ones today. I would like to ask you to help me see them." .”

Jing Ziran raised his eyes, and there was a gleam of light in those eyes that always look down on others, "En."

Wang He took out two formation maps from his sleeves, and spread them generously on the table.

Jing Ziran glanced at the first one, then took it away, looked at the second one, and paused.

"Mr. Jing, have you studied this formation? I collected it, but I didn't dare to try it casually. I kept it at home."

"This is a curse formation. Cursing people who are sick, this formation will continuously absorb the spiritual power of the people in the formation." Jing Ziran handed back the first formation diagram and continued to look at the second one.

"This, is this a dangerous formation?" Wang He was surprised. He didn't expect Jing Ziran to understand it—this is not a private collection, but a formation of unknown function that Yanyan found from the treasury.

"I've seen it before. It's the same effect. If you don't believe me, try it yourself." Although Jing Lingran was talking, his eyes never left the second formation. flow direction.

Of course Wang He didn't have the guts to try this, he said again and again: "Young Master Jing is right, this map is so dangerous, I'd better hand it over to the state."

At this moment, Jing Lingran has no other distractions, and is fully immersed in the second array. If he still has spiritual power available, he can directly experiment with various symbols after the ratio is reduced to calculate the result. Bit by bit calculation.It's just that after spending too much mental energy, it's inevitable that my chest will feel tight and tight again, and thin layers of sweat will appear on my head.

He didn't know that Wang He and Lin Shizi were watching from the side for fear that he would faint suddenly.Jing Lingran's originally pale face turned a strange blood color until his lips turned purple, he didn't know it yet.

"Master Jing..." Wang He called softly.

"I know... um!" A dazzling brilliance bloomed in Jing Ziran's eyes, and the corners of his mouth, which had been pursed all the time, also turned up, but just after he said two words, he suddenly covered his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.It wasn't vomiting blood, but a gust of blood erupted from the inside of the body as if an organ had been punctured.The crimson blood was scattered all over the ground in an instant, and gradually became colder.

Both Lin Shizi and Wang He suddenly changed their expressions, and their voices changed: "Hurry up and find the imperial physician order!"

Lin Shizi picked up Jing Luran, kicked open the door and moved him to the bed.

Jing Ziran opened and closed his mouth, but only the air flowed in and out, not sentences.

"Brother Jing, how are you?"

"Mr. Jing, what kind of medicine do you usually take?" Wang He asked, while digging through the baggage on the table beside the bed, he actually found several small medicine bottles, "Mr. Jing, which one?"

Jing Ziran made a red mouth shape, Lin Shizi immediately grabbed the red medicine bottle from Wang He's hand, and poured out a pill for Jing Ziran to feed.

"Is it better?" Lin Shizi sat by the bed and asked earnestly.

Jing Ziran closed his eyes, looking tired, only the faint ups and downs of his chest showed a trace of anger.

Wang He took the quilt and helped Jing Lan cover it up. Seeing that his breathing was not smooth, he wanted to help him loosen his collar.

Jing Ziran shook his head, and pushed Wang He away with trembling hands. His face was paler than usual, a lifeless bluish white.

It wouldn't be surprising if he died like this.Lin Shizi thought so.

Jing Ziran's collar was still a little loose. From Lin Shizi's angle, he could see that there was a wound on Jing Ziran's collarbone that looked like a burn. The wound was not bandaged, and there was blood on the white underwear.

At this moment, Wang He was attracted by a painting on the table.Seeing that there was no one around, Lin Shizi quietly stretched out his hand and pulled Jing Lingran's collar away a little. Sure enough, there was a long and narrow wound on the collarbone under the cover of the clothes, and further down there were densely stacked scars. into the darkness covered by clothes.

Jing Qiran coughed lightly, Lin Shizi hurriedly let go, and pulled up his collar as if covering him with a quilt, covering the wound.When he looked up, he saw Jing Lan looking at him coldly, the eyes that implied anger were so obvious.

Where did this wound come from?Yang Zhi abused him?But this question cannot be asked in front of Wang He.Lin Shizi got up immediately and looked at the paintings on the table.

"This, is this painted by Mr. Nie?" Lin Shizi laughed.

Jing Ziran nodded slightly, watching them indifferently looking at the calligraphy and paintings on the table.

The picture is a black mass, like a three-year-old child's graffiti with ink on his finger. In the middle is a four-legged beast with the word king written on his forehead, which may be a tiger.A bird about the size of a tiger was caught by the tiger.The bird opened its mouth and bit a black spot in its mouth. The black spot has a thin line connected to the tiger's body, which may mean that the bird bit off a pinch of hair from the tiger.

There seemed to be characters on the black dots, but the characters were too small and blurry, with three horizontal lines and one vertical point vaguely.At first glance, it seems that the bird may have bitten off the character Wang on the tiger's head, but the character Wang is clearly still on the tiger's head.

There was a piece of paper under the painting, and Wang He couldn't help but flip it over to see the second one.

The second painting should be the work of a famous artist. The paper is a bit old, but it is well preserved.The painting is a small portrait of Princess Yanyan, lifelike, but Yanyan in the painting is more beautiful and younger than the real person, the viewer can feel the painter's love for Princess Yanyan.There is also a signature at the bottom of this painting, which is a word of Ze.

"It's true that he admires the princess. But this one, his name is Song, and his name is Ze?" Lin Shizi wondered.The choice of characters is generally related to the real name, but there is a huge difference between Song and Ze.

"Maybe he didn't draw it." Wang He's voice tightened, and he opened the second picture, and there was an empty envelope underneath.It was written on the envelope that Mr. Gu personally signed it, and it was signed by Qiu Lufeng.

"Who is this young master?" Lin Shizi wondered.

Jing Ziran lay down for a while before he could make a sound, and said in a hoarse voice: "Those are all Nie Song's things."

Wang He's face was gloomy and uncertain, as if hesitating to speak.

Jing Ziran said: "Master Wang, if you have something to say, just say it. The princess and I are brothers and sisters, so we won't harm her."

"Young Master Jing is joking. You and Hero Yang are the guards of Lord Nie, the envoy of the holy envoy, so what can you do?" Wang He forced a smile.

"I'm not a guard, who can I protect like this?" Jing Qiran gently closed his eyes, and there was only sadness in his voice, "Yang Zhi wants to bring me here, can I not come?"

Lin Shizi thought that the relationship between Jing Ziran and Yang Zhi might not be as harmonious as they had seen before. If Jing Ziran just wanted someone to take care of him, he might be able to win Jing Ziran's favor and bring him back to China.Jing Lingran's health is so bad, it's so easy to leave after arriving in the Mu clan.It's just that it's not easy to have an outbreak now, otherwise Jing Qiran would have left Yang Zhi, and it is very likely that he would have stayed with Yanyan.

Wang He said: "Then let me ask boldly. This Lord Nie, is he using a fake name? Does he have any other names?"

"I don't know, it's just that his letters are all about Mr. Gu."

"This, Mr. Nie, is he fond of fish? Aijie? Can play the flute? Can dance with swords? Can..."

Jing Luran gently raised his arm, shook it, and said, "I don't know him."

Lin Shizi smiled and said, "Master Wang knows this young master Nie?"

Wang He shook his head, stood up and said goodbye.

Jing Ziran said: "The second map is the original map of Tianhuo Ji Fen designed by King Huowen 300 years ago. One of the lost treasures of the Fire Clan, take it to His Majesty, and you will be named a Marquis."

Wang He was about to go out when he was taken aback by these words and almost fell on the threshold.