my demon

On the seventh day of the seventh month of the 21st year of Yanping, a big star fell from the sky in the suburbs of Beijing.The next day, the emperor stopped court, fasted and prayed for blessings in plain clothes, and stopped court for seven days.

An Guogong accompanied Ouyang consort out of the conference hall, saw Wei Fanjun passing by at a glance, and quickly stopped him: "Stop, where are you going?"

Wei Fanjun is now more and more afraid of An Guogong. Seeing Ouyang Concubine is here, he can only come to pay respects. Ouyang Shuwen smiled and asked him: "Why don't you see General Zhu?"

Wei Fanjun shook his head: "I've been in the palace since Qixi Festival, and I haven't been back."

An Guogong and Ouyang Shuwen looked at each other with solemn eyes, An Guogong asked Ouyang Shuwen: "Why don't you invite the eldest princess into the palace to have a look?"

Ouyang Shuwen shook his head: "I handed over the signboard to see you, but I didn't see you. The emperor didn't see anyone. I just summoned all the famous imperial physicians from the imperial hospital to enter the palace, and they all stayed in the palace. I only asked Mr. He to send a message saying that I am safe. Please don't worry, Eldest Princess."

Anguo Gong said: "I heard that Master Pucheng was invited into the palace again yesterday."

The two looked at each other, sighed in unison, Wei Fanjun said: "The emperor's dragon body is fine, it's Mr. Jiu Yao who is seriously ill and has a persistent high fever, the emperor is worried, Master Pucheng said that the soul body should be unstable."

An Guogong's eyes widened: "How do you know?"

Ouyang Shuwen was also surprised and said, "Emperor Master Tongwei is back?"

Wei Fanjun: "... Your Majesty's house in Jin'oufang. I had a few words with me. I haven't seen Mr., but I heard that I have been in a coma due to high fever. The Emperor is very anxious. On the side of Jin'oufang. Didn’t you keep Mr.’s room, the emperor took him there to recuperate, and asked me to send ice over there.”

An Guogong slapped Wei Fanjun's head hard: "Why didn't you say it earlier? So that's why you ordered all the ice from the icehouse yesterday! Wait, the emperor didn't let you silence?"

Wei Fanjun: "The emperor didn't say that he wanted to hide it from you...he always said that he can tell you everything he has entrusted to me."

An Guogong: "...Forget it, just pretend that I don't know, just follow the emperor's instructions, and don't talk nonsense when you go out!"

Wei Fanjun obediently agreed, and ran away in a hurry.

An Guogong sighed: "It turns out that Emperor Tongwei has returned."

Ouyang Shuwen smiled and said: "Good news, the emperor is finally able to open his face. I only hope that the emperor's teacher will recover soon, and we have another capable minister in the Great Yan Dynasty."

An Guogong shook his head, thinking what a capable minister, when he thought of finding this little grandson's box of all kinds of playthings and storybooks sent to the palace, he was furious, and finally realized that the emperor wanted it, and his heart stopped suddenly.

It's hard to say whether it's the emperor or the empress... But the emperor's ten years of troubles can be solved. It's just that the king of this country, Dayan, has waited so hard for such a wise sage, I'm afraid that every heart is held in the palm of someone's hand... There will be more days in the future that will be trapped by love.

An Guogong touched his heart, and decided to find someone to prescribe some medicine. Recently, should he just write a letter and throw the title to Wei Fanjun, and throw the whole family to Zhu Rufeng?Thinking of Wei Fanjun's sneaky way of covering up his inconvenient legs just now, he was so angry, did he think he was old and confused?

The kid was coaxed by Zhu Rufeng, and he was still secretive, trying to hide it from himself, haha.Why is it always in the palace? Since the emperor is in Jin'oufang, why wouldn't Zhu Rufeng be there? !

An Guogong frowned and wondered whether it was Zhu Rufeng who taught the emperor badly or the emperor inspired Zhu Rufeng to defend Lord Fan. He sent Ouyang's son-in-law away with a frowning face, closed the door, and refused guests by saying that he was sick.

It was quiet and quiet in Jin'oufang, Xiao Yan touched the Lich's forehead, it was still hot, took an ice towel from the crushed ice water basin at the side, twisted it lightly, continued to apply it on his forehead, then stood up and He took another veil, gently lifted the quilt, and wiped the lich's hands and feet again with ice water. He felt that the temperature had dropped, so he stopped, pulled the quilt, and covered it properly. Seeing the Lich's thick eyelashes tremble, he opened his eyes.

He almost held his breath. In the past three days, Liches have opened their eyes, but they were all in a state of confusion and could not recognize people, and they refused everything. Drink some, the water requirement is also very high, there is a little bit of tea, so I turned my face and refused.

He lowered his head and stared at the Lich, seeing that the Lich was staring at him accurately, his figure appeared in the golden eyes for the first time, his body almost trembled slightly, and he asked in a low voice: "Are you awake? Is it better?" ?"

There was a moment of confusion in the Lich's eyes, and then he quickly closed them again, obviously trying to cover up his weakness.Xiao Yan's heart sank slightly, and he stretched out his hand to touch Lich's forehead, feeling that it was still hot, and asked softly, "You... still don't recognize me?"

Lich closed his eyes and did not speak, Xiao Yan tentatively asked: "Are you unable to remember the past?"

The Lich opened his eyes and looked at him. The golden eyes were strange and alienated. Xiao Yan stretched out his hand to hold his palm beside the pillow. Sadness welled up in his heart, but he held back his smile and said, "You should have been greatly hurt. Although I can't imagine the concussion of the magic spell, the robe on your body is broken badly. The clothes I changed for you... I tried it after I changed it, and found that the robe is made of very strong material. Invasion, stabbed without cracking, seamless, such robes are torn, which shows how much magic impact you have suffered. Your soul should have been severely injured again. Although there is no external injury to the body, the high fever does not subside , we... the medicine we have here should not be useful to you."

Xiao Yan became more and more sad as he spoke, and said in a low voice: "Although I don't know how to introduce me to you and make you trust me, but...you have suffered more serious trauma than this before, and you had no body at that time. I don't know how you got your body again, but maybe this will make you trust me a little bit."

With drooping eyelashes, Xiao Yan slowly pulled out the soul box hanging on his chest from his bosom, and motioned to him: "This is your soul box, can you feel it?"

The lich had a surprised expression on his face, he stretched out his hand to touch the soul box, and then slowly said: "I'm sorry, you look very sad, I think, you should be someone I trust very much, that's why I put the soul box Leave it to you, but I am very confused now, it may take time to recover..."

His voice is soft and sweet, the expression on his face is also elegant and gentle, and his appearance is completely a male and female boy, completely different from the indifferent and mature impression he gave when he was a lich. Xiao Yan clenched his hand, feeling unbearable sadness in his heart. Yan Biao wanted to cry, but he still maintained his demeanor: "You have a good rest."

He bent down and hugged the Lich up, and pulled the soft pillow next to him to cushion him: "Be patient first."

He got up and walked to the side shelf, and found a mithril shelf, which was filled with various magical potion bottles, colorful, and he brought it over and pulled it on the bedside table next to the bed to show him: "This is the one you left before. The magic potion left to me before may be useful for your current condition, you were unconscious before, I dare not give you medicine indiscriminately."

He showed a smile to the Lich, although in the Lich's eyes, the smile was still very reluctant: "I have not been willing to use it all these years, only one time I was hit by a poisoned arrow, and the arrow was very close to the heart, so I used the antidote."

The Lich glanced at the potions and saw that there were labels on them. The usage and dosage of each potion were written on the labels. He shook his head: "The soul and body are injured, and the magic potion is useless." He apologized again. She smiled softly: "Actually, I can't think of anything at the moment, but it's just my intuition..."

Xiao Yan said: "It's nothing, your situation in the past is different from now, and I'm not sure, but you let me wear the soul box in the past because the real dragon luck on me can repair your soul body, But now, you seem to be a living person, I don't know if it will be useful, you should take a good rest first."

In fact, the Lich felt extremely tired all over, his mind was chaotic and dizzy, and there was a huge wind and buzzing sound buzzing between his ears, he wished he could close his eyes and fall down immediately.

But he can't think of anything now, the person in front of him is obviously very sad, he is too sensitive to emotions, and has been receiving strong sadness and depression, as well as expectations, attachments and worries about himself.

This person seems to have a very close relationship with himself. He has a vague impression of the past few days. He still remembers that the young man with black hair and black eyes has been taking care of him, feeding him medicine and water, and wiping his body. He thought for a while and said: " That purple one should be the Holy Tranquility Potion, you can bring it to me and drink some, it’s a spiritual potion, it’s probably useful to some extent.”

Xiao Yan got up immediately, took the potion, carefully squeezed a porcelain spoon over, poured the purple potion into the porcelain spoon, put the potion against his lips, watched him open his mouth and fed it slowly , took a water glass and came over to feed him water, and said worriedly: "You have only drank a little water in the past three days. You are a human being now, so you need food and drink? Shall I ask someone to bring you some food?"

The lich drank the holy tranquility potion, felt the wind and tinnitus in his ears finally quiet down, closed his eyes slightly, but couldn't find any memory related to his diet in his mind, he thought of the black-haired black-eyed man in front of him. The man said to himself: You are human now.

I was a soul body before?what is that?Undead?Undead?

The tiredness that had penetrated into his soul welled up again, and the tranquility potion took effect, and he fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, his fever had subsided, but his exhaustion was still real. Xiao Yan was still sitting beside his bed, as if he hadn't left for a moment, and he never left his eyes. His dark eyes looked at him with heavy eyes, Full of too many emotions.

Seeing him waking up, the line of his lips softened immediately: "Are you awake? The medicine seems to be effective. You no longer have a fever. Are you hungry? I asked them to cook some meat porridge suitable for patients, and I sent it over there." There are several kinds of porridge, sweet and salty, I tasted them all, I don’t know what flavor you like, I asked them to put each in a small bowl, you try it, and give me whichever you like.”

He got up and went out, the Lich heard him whispering something to someone outside, he managed to stand up, looked around the room, saw the crystal lamp, and a word flashed in his mind, magic flower branch lamp, magic The bookshelf, the magic iron tree table, and then I was attracted by two paintings hanging on a wall.

He got up and found that the floor was covered with a thick, soft and clean long-haired carpet, which was spotless, so he walked over barefoot, and then saw two paintings, which should be himself.

A very realistic painting method is used, snowflakes are flying in the dark night, the lich has an indifferent expression, the soul is lonely and cold, the bones are bony, the white bone chain pierces the void, and the ground is full of bones, which belongs to the unique coldness and treachery of undead Fills the frame.

He thought to himself, so he was a lich.

The other one has a completely different painting style, the brushwork is soft and smooth, the person in the painting is wearing a golden crown, wearing a loose white robe that is the same style as that young man, holding flowers in his hands, and his expression is awe-inspiring with compassion and compassion Gentle, like a god.

There are two paintings, one is a destroyed undead, and the other is like a god.

He couldn't help but walked to the magic full-length mirror on one side, looked at his own appearance in the mirror, and caught a glimpse of the dark-haired young man carrying a tray and a food basket into the door, and looked up at him in the mirror without any mistakes , and glanced at the portraits next to him: "One was painted by you yourself, and the other was painted by my court painter."

The Lich nodded, but he knew in his heart that most of the Lich's soul body was painted by himself.

Xiao Yan personally placed the tray in his hand on the large work table: "I can only wrong you to eat here. Although it is a bit careless, your current physical condition is only suitable for recuperation here. This is your own. There is a magic barrier in the room, and the temperature is constant in all seasons. It is extremely hot outside now, so you can rest here to rest better. Also, you told me before that many supplies, such as beds, etc., are imbued with elves. The blessings are good for the body."

"My room is next door, you can call me anytime you need anything."

Lich took a towel from the basin by the window and washed his face first, thinking that the basin and face towel were not his own.

After washing his face and hands, he came over and saw that the tray was full of small porcelain bowls filled with different porridges. Xiao Yan introduced them to him one by one: "Here are all sweet, red bean walnut porridge, Sesame black bean porridge, white lentil porridge, pumpkin porridge, white fungus and peach gum soup..."

"It's all salty here, shrimp porridge, duck porridge, fish porridge, pork liver porridge..."

"Here are seasonings, this is snowflake sugar, this is salt, this is vinegar, this is pepper..."

"I boiled them all to make it easier for you to digest. Tell me which flavor you like, and I will let them make it for you."

Lich sat on the chair and smiled slightly: "Thank you for your hard work."

Xiao Yan was a little uneasy and ashamed: "I don't know your taste..."

The Lich took a spoon and tasted it slowly, but tasted each bowl a few times. After a while, he smiled and ordered one of the bowls: "This tastes good."

Xiao Yan looked at it: "It's crab roe porridge, if you like it, I'll ask them to bring some more."

The Lich said: "No need, these are enough, I should be full after trying them all, no need to waste food. This is not only crab roe, it should also taste like eggs."

Xiao Yan nodded: "There should be some salted egg yolks."

The Lich nodded, and slowly and gracefully tasted one by one, Xiao Yan noticed that he tasted almost everything, and finished the few spoons when he found something he liked, then put down the spoon, and picked up Xiao Yan who was beside him. After brewing the Pu'er tea for him, I took a few sips and thanked him again with a smile: "Everything was done carefully, thank the chef for me."

Xiao Yan got up, picked up the big tray and went out, after a while, he brought in a small plate of snacks and put them on the table: "This is Poria cocos cake, if you still feel hungry, you can eat some."

He raised his eyes and saw that the Lich was lying on the bed again, a trace of worry flashed across his face: "Are you still feeling unwell?" He saw that he could walk, and thought he was much better.

The Lich leaned his exhausted and painful body on the big soft pillow, and smiled at Xiao Yan: "I'm still a little tired, I think I'll be fine if I take a rest, mind telling me about our affairs?"

Xiao Yan looked at the lich's golden eyes like honey, even if he didn't smile, he seemed to be affectionate, and sat down on the soft armchair beside the bed. The leather notebook came over, first handed it to the Lich and said: "This should be your notebook, you can read it yourself, it may help you recall something."

The Lich took the notebook, opened it and glanced at the cursive signature on the title page, and casually flipped through the inside pages, which were all records of various magic runes and some magic knowledge, without any special information.

"To put it simply, when I was about 12 years old, one day I found a secret passage from a bookshelf in the imperial study..."

Xiao Yan slowly talked about the past, concise and to the point, but the Lich looked at his dark pupils as if they were shining, and his lips were always smiling, as if the humiliating, weak and oppressed past in his mouth was so beautiful remember.

After listening to the Lich, he concluded: "That is to say, I was once involved in the torrent of magic with the soul of a Lich. When I came to your world, my soul was seriously injured and fell asleep for many years, about 70 to [-] years. Awakened, the soul body was repaired by your dragon energy, and then brought back by the way of heaven again. Before leaving, I asked someone to tell you that it was called by the blood, and I would find a way to come back. Then ten years later, you again When you saw me, I had a body, a living person, no longer a lich?"

Xiao Yan nodded: "Yes."

The Lich pondered for a while: "My current appearance is not quite like the one in the portrait, I seem to be younger? Moreover, in my opinion, it is very painful for a living person to transform into a Lich, but it does not turn into a Lich. A spell that turns a lich back into a living person."

Xiao Yan said: "I don't know exactly what you experienced in that high-magic world, but you told me that when you were a mortal, you would not survive. I speculate that your current age should be the time when you die. At the age before, I think this is your own body."

Lich asked: "How can you be sure that I am your Master Tongwei?"

Xiao Yan choked, and the Lich said again: "I have lost my memory, and it is more likely that I am a descendant of you, the Lich Emperor? Is it possible that I was entrusted by my ancestors..." He didn't Talk again, because he saw the deep pain and sadness on the face of the king in front of him.

Xiao Yan lowered his eyelashes, his chest heaved slightly, and then he said calmly: "You are my emperor teacher, I will never admit that I am wrong, and I don't need any proof."

The Lich nodded, skipping this question sympathetically: "The second point that doesn't make sense, from what you said, I think to let your emperor teacher return to his original world, if you didn't admit your mistake, then It even returned my body to me. A genius magister should be able to return to the high magic plane. This should be a reward from heaven to the lich, so why do I have to return to your world? ? Listen to you, this world has extremely low magic elements, no gods and no ghosts, mortals and low productivity, why should I come back?"

Xiao Yan was silent.

Lich looked at him, Xiao Yan took a deep breath, his throat was hot, and said in a low voice: "I don't know... maybe, after you recover, you can tell me the answer—you should rest first."

He stood up, swayed his body slightly, and fell back with his eyes darkened. The Lich stretched out his hand to support him, looked at his pale face, and was a little worried: "Lie down, your complexion is very bad, you didn't rest good."

Xiao Yan's throat was hoarse: "I'll just go back to my room and rest..."

The Lich pushed him back to his pillow: "Don't be brave, just wait a moment."

He got out of bed, took down two potions from the mithril potion shelf against the wall, mixed them together, then poured them into the teacup on the table, and put it against Xiao Yan's lips: "Drink it, sleep, you It will get better."

Xiao Yan looked at the lich's golden eyes with an irresistible expression, and couldn't help but swallowed the medicine. The lich touched his forehead: "Good boy."

He closed his eyes, only to feel that sadness was rampaging in his chest, but there was also a kind of intoxication, and the drowsiness quickly surged up. The Lich seemed to be gently touching his forehead: "You are too nervous, Need to relax and get some sleep."

Xiao Yan opened his eyes and looked at Lich, his eyes were full of bewilderment, Lich said softly: "Good boy, you lied just now, didn't you? What did you hide?"

Xiao Yan whispered: "I lied, I was ashamed, I concealed it, I adored you, I confessed to you, I kissed you."

Lich's eyes widened slightly, but the corners of his mouth were still smiling: "You confessed to me? Kissed me? What's my attitude? Lich has no feelings, how could he respond to you?"

Xiao Yan's eyes seemed to be looking at the endless void, and tears rolled down: "You didn't reject me...you just said that you have no feelings and can't respond. But you didn't reject me. Heaven made you leave, and you said you would come back. "

The Lich's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were full of deep thought: "Is there anything you can do to me? Good boy."

Xiao Yan murmured: "I'm sorry for you, I feel guilty for you, I'm a sinner, you must have a good life in that world, I'm selfish, cowardly, greedy, I'm not satisfied with you, and I can't do anything Dao's actions threatened Tiandao and forced him to return you. I did this despicable act and couldn't face you. You obviously pity me because of pity, but I shamelessly want to have you. You have endless life, Now I have become a mortal, passing through the terrifying torrent of magic, my soul and body are shaking... I regret it and I am afraid, if you are not careful, you will have a mistake..."

Obviously, he had been calm and calm to him before, and spoke fluently, but now he was crying like rain and was as weak as a child. Lich took a handkerchief beside him and wiped his tears for him. Seeing that the tears could not be wiped away, he felt a little distressed , I had no choice but to comfort him slowly: "Don't worry, no one can force me to do anything, even if you don't know how to do it that day."

But it's just that I can't figure it out. The behavior of the lich really doesn't look like me, although I don't think of anything at the moment.

He glanced at the two empty potion bottles with a trace of annoyance, thinking that for mortals without magic antibodies, the amount of this fantasy mantra potion is indeed too much, but remember that it has no side effects, and should only sleep A little longer.