After the failed assassination of the powerful minister

In early spring, the trees in Shangjing sprouted new buds, and swallows flew back.

Cen Xian sat in the study of King Zhao's Mansion, turning over a page.

Since he came to King Zhao's Mansion at the age of nine, he was a domestic servant in name, but in fact he was the companion of the young prince. The people in Prince Zhao's Mansion treated him very well, and Princess Zhao even regarded him as half her son.

Just after his 15th birthday in winter, Princess Zhao bought him some new clothes.

He was reluctant to wear it, so he still wore ordinary sackcloth.

There was a pen and paper on the desk, Xiao Shizi was yawning, his eyes were almost squinted, flowers and trees were scribbled on the rice paper in front of him, a mass of ink was smeared together, like a ghostly talisman.

Cen Xian sighed, took a blanket and covered Xiao Shizi's body.

Then he took out the carving knife and held a clear white jade carved seal that was slightly shaped.

This is the birthday gift he is going to give to Xiao Shizi.

Xiaoshizi was born in Chunri, a year has passed since he was born, and he will arrive in a few days.

He turned his wrist, and the carving knife carved a lifelike white tiger on the white jade.

Xiaoshizi's birthday was coming soon, and that night, the whole Prince Zhao's mansion was full of excitement. King Zhao was not in the capital, but he also sent someone to bring a horizontal knife to the child as a congratulatory gift.In the evening, a group of people sat together for a meal, and congratulated Xiao Shizi for being one year older.

Princess Zhao opened the pear flower white that had been brewed for two years. The young prince was greedy for drinks, but he didn't hold a lot of alcohol. He got drunk after a few drinks. To fly a kite, to play chess.

Princess Zhao couldn't help laughing, and said in a gentle voice, "Take Ah Shuo back to rest first."

Cen Xian remembered that he carried Xiao Shizi back to his room, and Xiao Shizi lay on his shoulders like a boneless man, talking to him with a smile, and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"Brother, I am 14 years old today."

Xiao Shizi always called him brother, and he didn't fear or dislike those horrible red marks on his face, and wanted to stick to him all day long.

He once said that this is not very polite, after all, he is just a domestic servant, a young man who is a noble man, how decent is he to call his elder brother?

However, Xiao Shizi didn't follow his words, and said confidently that his concubine mother said that he had to call any boy older than him brother, and he called him like that for many years.

"You are one year older than me, you are 15 years old."

"Ah."

"In a few years, you will be crowned, and then I will be crowned as well."

"Brother, will you marry a wife when you reach the crown?"

Xiao Shizi thought about this question distressedly: "Will you live with me after you get married?"

Cen Xian, who was 15 years old at the time, pursed his lips: "I won't marry a wife."

"Ah Shuo, if you want, I will accompany you forever."

"Really?!"

Xiao Shizi suddenly became excited, his joy was beyond words, he put his arms around Cen Xian's neck: "Don't lie to me."

He put Xiao Shizi on the bed, and in his dark eyes was the tenderness of Chuxue that had just melted: "I won't lie to you."

Xiao Shizi suddenly reached out and grabbed his skirt, raised his head and pecked at the corner of his lips.

Cen Xian froze for a moment.

The young man's lips were warm and soft, with a sweet pear-blossom taste, Cen Xian blushed, and subconsciously licked the wine on the corner of his mouth.

Then he left the house in a panic, leaving Xiao Shizi alone in the room.

He grabbed the brocade quilt and murmured in a low voice: "You have to keep your word..."

Immediately, the world was turned upside down, and Cen Xian knelt in the imperial prison, with a wide variety of instruments of torture placed behind him. The Jin Yiwei who was executing the execution picked up his chin, and the bloody hair that was stained on his face and soaked in sweat exposed him. The face covered with red marks: "Why are you so stubborn, you don't have to suffer such torture if you tell his whereabouts."

Then it was Lin Shu who hugged him who was dying, and shouted one after another: "Jiao Niang... Jiao Niang..."

Later, a witch and Gu master from South Vietnam offered a small cup in exchange for his companion. A small opening was cut on his wrist, and a small dark red worm penetrated into the flesh, protruding a small bag... After the wound healed, his heart It hurts violently, like being bitten by something.

He turned his head abruptly, and went back to the porch, the little prince on his back murmured drunkenly, with his fluffy head arched on his neck like a cat: "You have to keep your word—"

Outside the dream, blood gushed from the corner of Cen Xian's mouth on the bed, Jiang Jinyue tied Cen Xian to the bed with a hemp rope as thick as a child's arm in order to keep him from moving.

Shuo Wang stood outside the curtain, Jiang Jinyue told him not to come in.His eyes were fixed on the curtain, and his peach blossom eyes were covered with water mist, making everything in front of him blurred.

Jiang Jinyue was kneeling in front of the couch at this moment, rolling up Cen Xian's sleeves, revealing Cen Xian's pale arms.The dark yellow blood veins on the arm were knotted, and under the thin skin, several long dark red strips were wriggling.

With just one glance, Jiang Jinyue felt his scalp go numb.

Cen Xian seldom had such a time, Jiang Jinyue only remembered four times in the past ten years, and this time was the fifth time.Every time is more dangerous, but Cen Xian can survive every time, but every time is more difficult.

Every time Jiang Jinyue felt that it was almost impossible to save her life.

His medical skills are taught by his mother, who is very famous in the world, and he is a heavenly fairy who is both good at medicine and poison.

But the mother Tianxianzi died more than ten years ago.

And his medical skills are obviously not as good as his mother's.

Jiang Jinyue scolded Lin Shu in her heart, what method could she use to save Cen Xian's life? Why did she listen to Nanyue witch Gu and use Symbiosis Gu.

Those dark red, slender Gu worms became more and more active, wriggling vigorously, as if they wanted to drill a hole through the thin skin, but now Cen Xian is like a dead person, his whole body is rapidly failing, and he can hardly breathe. Almost gone.

He took out the needle pack in the medical box, took out a few long needles and gave Cen Xian acupuncture first.

The thin long needle pierced into several big acupuncture points, Jiang Jinyue moved very slowly, fine sweat broke out on his forehead.

Jiang Jinyue had no choice but to try the most adventurous method.

His mother's teachings sounded in his ears: "Symbiosis Gu, poison, entangles the blood vessels and skin, people who are dying use it, and it can last for more than ten years."

"However, it is highly poisonous and sucks flesh and blood. Those who suffer from the insane pain are unbearable, their minds are disturbed, and nine out of ten people will die of madness."

"There are two ways to cure Gu. One is to exchange blood with the Gu raiser after seven years to cross the Gu, and the other is to appear when the poison of the Gu occurs, suppress it with needles, and scrape the flesh and blood to get the Gu."

"Crossing the Gu is the best strategy, and taking the Gu is the worst strategy. Those who take the Gu will hardly survive."

The Gu breeder was already dead.

There was a choking cough, dirty blood poured out of Cen Xian's mouth, and the Gu worms under his arms suddenly stopped moving.

Then he struggled violently as if being burned by fire!

Cen Xian's painful groans were caught off guard.

Shuo Wang's straight body outside the curtain trembled, he couldn't bear it anymore, opened the curtain and strode in.

Without taking a look away from him, Jiang Jinyue said to the medicine boy beside him, "Bring ginseng."

Yaotong handed the small half of ginseng to Jiang Jinyue. The ginseng seemed to have been used several times, and there was not much left.

Jiang Jinyue used the remaining ginseng to hang Cen Xian's life, and then pricked several acupoints with silver needles, and ordered Yaotong to stuff a ball of cloth into Cen Xian's mouth.

He turned his head to look at Shuo Wang who was kneeling beside the bed: "You go out first."

Shuo Wang raised his eyes: "I won't go."

"It's up to you," Jiang Jinyue said, "but don't talk or move, don't affect me, no matter what you see, bear with me."

Shuo Wang clenched her fists and said, "Okay."

Jiang Jinyue cut Cen Xian's blood with a knife, and then cut the thin layer of skin with scissors.

Shuo Wang was startled and subconsciously wanted to step forward to stop him, but when he thought of what Jiang Jinyue said, he forced himself down on the cold floor.

The person on the bed was in extreme pain, and Mafeisan couldn't control the pain that invaded Baiku from the inside out. The veins on his neck and forehead were bulging, and the cries of pain were blocked under the white cloth, leaving him out of breath. Sobbing angrily.

"He must have never told you, right?" Jiang Jinyue pulled out a three-inch long Gu worm, "But I guess it's true...he's always been like this."

The Gu worm was thrown into the brazier and let out a sharp cry.

"The first time I saw him," Jiang Jinyue said in a low voice, and the medicine boy next to him stepped forward to wipe the cold sweat off his brow, "It was in Jinyiwei. He had just come out of the imperial prison. There is no good place on his body, and he feeds the cat in Jinyiwei's yard with a cane."

"Lin Shu knew that my mother was a master of both medicine and poison, so he told me that he had received all the punishments in prison and asked me to nurse him."

Shuo Wang's eyelids were wet.

There was a fire in the house, but he was colder than staying in the snow in the coldest winter.

He thought of that light and fluffy sentence from Cen Xian before——

"I do not remember."

In just five words, Cen Xian covered up all the pain he had suffered, all the days of silent pain and torture, and gently lifted it over, refusing to show it to him.

"I also vaguely know who you are," Jiang Jinyue inserted the burnt silver tongs into Cen Xian's bloody forearm, and Cen Xian's struggle was suppressed by the heavy rope, "He yelled indiscriminately when he was seriously ill before. After a lot of talking, King Zhao's Mansion, Lihuabai, Wangfei, Prince..."

"Also—" Jiang Jinyue paused, her eyes fixed on a slender Gu worm on Cen Xian's forearm, flinging her body indiscriminately, and quickly pulled out the Gu worm!

The sound of tearing flesh and blood mixed with Jiang Jinyue's deep voice.

"Ashuo."

Shuo Wang's eyebrows and eyes illuminated by the fire seemed to have a layer of golden light, he lowered his eyelashes, his Adam's apple rolled, and his eyelashes as black as crow feathers were like a small fan, casting a small shadow on his face.

The small shadow trembled slightly.

After the fire in King Zhao's Mansion, no one called him that anymore.

On the bed, Cen Xian gradually lost all strength to struggle, like a lifeless puppet, thrown into the pool of blood in the mass grave.

The wind and snow whizzed outside the window, and the thick white snow bent the branches and hit the emaciated and brittle wild chrysanthemums in the courtyard with a "bang".

The night was long, the lights were brightly lit, no one was resting in the mansion, and Shuo Wang knelt until his knees became numb.As the sky was dimming, Jiang Jinyue threw away the blood-dripping silver pliers, and slowly sewed up the wound with a needle and thread.

After sewing, he turned to look at Shuo Wang, and saw that Shuo Wang was holding the blade of a dagger in his hand, and blood was dripping on his clothes.

Shuo Wang looked up at Jiang Jinyue: "I can..."

He pursed his lips, showing deep teeth marks on his lower lip: "Look at him?"

The author says:

So it's actually a different kind of two-way secret love, and they broke up before confessing [Tan Shou]