Beautiful and miserable be aesthetics

The blood stained on the palm seemed to have some kind of ominous, unreasonable glamour.

He didn't have such symptoms before, was it because of the pills Feng Ke gave him?He has more than 20 days to return to the capital within a month after taking the pill.

Just coughing up blood, no unbearable pain for the time being.

Lian Shenwei didn't take this matter too seriously, he put the bowl down, took out the handkerchief under the pillow and wiped it to clean up the blood.

After a while, Lian Shenwei felt tired and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already evening.

The lamp was lit in the room, and a pile of offerings were piled up beside the table, which should have been bought by Qiu Che, but the person was not in the room and went somewhere.

Mingzhu: "Master, the matter you asked has been done."

"Ah."

Lian Shenwei put back the finger that Mingzhu had given back, and he turned it around, and the finger moved flexibly. It was worn a few months ago and it was obviously just right, but now it is a little bigger.

"Master, after you woke up, you used half a bowl of porridge, do you want to eat something?"

"I don't really want to eat."

"I've ordered food, and I'll wait until you wake up." Chou Che came in with a tray, with four small dishes, two jugs of wine, and two bowls of sweet soup on it. He placed it on the table, "Don't you want some?"

Lian Shen raised his lips slightly: "It's okay to accompany you."

Although she didn't eat much, Lian Shenwei felt that she was better than when she just woke up, at least she had the strength to get out of bed.

The clothes are newly prepared, and they are his usual black style, the fabric is thicker, and the corners are embroidered with red and gold dark patterns.

With no hair tied or girdle tied, Lian Shenwei casually sat across from Qiu Che, and ordered, "Ming Zhu, open the window."

After the candles were lit and the windows were opened, the evening wind of June blew in, bringing into the eyes the swaying river lights on the sparkling river, the curved arch bridge, the corners of tall buildings, and the bustle of tourists.

Prosperity is like a dream, it is Jinling.

Mingzhu still remembered that the master said it was cold before, so he took a cloak and put it on Lian Shenwei.

Lian Shenwei picked up the jug and sniffed it, "Wine from Phoenix Terrace?"

Qiu Che: "Well, a new wine released a while ago, laurel night cream."

"Pick osmanthus under the moon in three years, and take the white frost in late autumn in the north. After brewing, bury it for five years, and get a jar."

"What an elegant name," said Lian Shenwei, who liked fine wine when he was a teenager, and when he became interested, he raised his hand and poured a glass. The wine was sweet and sweet, and the scent of osmanthus was wrapped in a chill, which was perfect for drinking at this time of year.

"The wine in Fenghuang Terrace is my favorite."

As soon as it was poured, the wine glass and the flagon in his hand were taken away by Qiu Che, and the cold-faced swordsman moved the wine and vegetables to him.

And the sweet soup was placed in front of Lian Shenwei, clearly divided.

Qiu Che: "I didn't let you drink it, this is yours."

Lian Shenwei: "..."

I want to drink more.

"Chou Che," he thought about what to say.

Qiu Che's eyes were light, and he glanced at him, then picked up an unused chopstick, dipped it in the wine glass, and placed it on the bowl of Lian Shenwei's sweet soup.

Lian Shenwei had doubts in his eyes.

Qiu Che said concisely: "You can lick."

Lian Shenwei: "..."

He was silent for a moment, then smiled politely: "Thank you brother Qiu, the sweet soup is very good."

Qiu Che didn't take it seriously, and ate slowly with the wind blowing, "Are you really not going tomorrow?"

Lian Shenwei: "Yes."

"Jing will definitely go. If he bumps into me, it's hard to explain. He doesn't know what happened in the past, but Lian's blood is still flowing in his body. No matter what, he should go see sister. And, he Going is much more legitimate than me going."

Qiu Che: "Outsiders can only pay homage in Waizhuang."

Lian Shenwei: "So I want you to do me a favor and take him to Neizhuang. In front of the Xueqing Pavilion in Neizhuang is the ancestral hall. Apart from the ancestral hall, there is a cold hall underground on the north side of the pavilion. I think..."

"Didn't you say you want to forget Fudu Mountain Villa?" Qiu Che said lightly, "I haven't been there for ten years, but you know the layout inside."

Lian Shen paused for a moment, dumbfounded for a moment, then shook his head with a laugh.

"When did you care about these things?"

"You disappeared in Jianghu ten years ago, and became an official in the court seven years ago. Where did you go during the three years?"

Qiu Che took a sip of his wine, "I always feel like you're hiding something from me."

"There is nothing to hide from you. If I want to be an official, I have to prepare for those three years. I'm afraid you can find out the rest clearly outside."

Lian Shenwei took a few mouthfuls of the sweet soup, and felt his lungs itchy, and coughed a few times in a low voice, not wanting to eat much.

He got up and went to the window, gathered his cloak, and the bright lights reflected in his eyes: "It's so lively."

The liveliness of peace and tranquility.

"Isn't the capital also lively?"

"Different."

He was scolded a lot in the streets and alleys of the capital, and the stories in the teahouses and restaurants were not all stories of love and hatred, and many powerful and powerful people came and went, which added a layer of restraint and influence.He never wants to go out.

"What's the difference?"

"When you go to the capital one day, you will understand."

Lian Shen smiled, and added: "There is the same thing."

Qiu Che raised his eyes.

Lian Shenwei: "Whether it's the capital city or Jinling, the world is full of hustle and bustle."

After hearing this, Qiu Che stroked the Wuliang Sword in his hand: "It's a pity that you are competing with me now, and you can't drink alcohol."

He lowered his eyes and poured himself a glass.

Lian Shenwei: "What do you mean?"

Qiu Che drank it down in one gulp, and with a snap, he put the empty wine glass on the table and laughed softly.

"Otherwise, I will have a hearty fight with you. In the tallest ancient temple tower in Jinling, while listening to the old monks scolding under the tower, I will drink with you and overlook the hustle and bustle of the world you mentioned."

The young man standing by the window was slightly stunned, his cold fingers unconsciously tightened on the window sill, and then he stopped looking at the cold-faced swordsman who was so rare to show his face, and looked out the window.

His voice is very soft, as if speaking to others, but also as if speaking to himself.

"Well, when I get better, there will be a day."

Day two.

Qiu Che went to Fudu Villa early in the morning.

Lian Shenwei woke up very late.

He obviously slept for a long time yesterday, he thought he would not be sleepy, but he still felt tired after sleeping.

After taking the medicine, he didn't wait here for Qiu Che's return as he had agreed yesterday, but ordered Mingzhu to pack his things and planned to leave directly.

"Master, the fabric you want."

"Well, you go out and watch outside first."

Ming Zhu bowed his head and backed out.

Lian Shen slightly lifted his inner garment, and wrapped the fabric brought by Mingzhu around his waist and abdomen. He compared it with his fingers, and it was wrapped two more times than before.

After wrapping, a thin layer of sweat broke out from the corner of his forehead. When he wanted to get his shirt, the wrapped fabric tightened a little with his movements, and the bottom of his ribs was squeezed. Low cough pressure can't be suppressed.

The teacup in hand was accidentally broken on the ground.

Ming Zhu immediately knocked on the door: "Master?"

Two or three seconds later, the young man's hoarse voice came from the room, "...it's all right."

"Accidentally dropped a cup, don't come in."

Ming Zhu felt relieved: "Yes."

inside the room.

Lian Shen frowned slightly for a moment, and wiped away the sporadic blood coughed up from his palm.

It's the second time. Is it the sequelae of Feng Ke's medicine, or is it the hidden internal injury left by the killer from the previous fight with the falling moon stream?

He has no medical skills, and his internal energy can't function, so he can't find out his current situation.

Thinking to no avail, Lian Shenwei stopped thinking, got dressed, left a letter to Qiu Che, and left.

Mingzhu bought a carriage, and put the Cangshan sword in the newly bought sword case, which was tightly sealed.Lian Shen slightly lowered the bamboo hat he was wearing and got into the carriage. The unremarkable carriage quickly disappeared into the busy streets.

Fudu Mountain Villa.

Since it is a worship ceremony, it should not be too eye-catching, black and white are the best.

When Ying Jing decided to choose clothes, she subconsciously thought of Xi Mian, and changed into pale white clothes by accident.

The imperial guards were all in the dark, and he didn't ask anyone to follow him, so he went to Fudu Villa by himself.No one has lived here for ten years, even if people often come to worship, they will not deliberately clean such a large place.

Climbing vines got into the cracks in the wall, moss was everywhere, and there were many withered flower trees in the arch.

According to the rules of Fudu Villa, the ancestral hall in Neizhuang belongs to the owner's family, and no one is qualified to enter except the direct descendants. Unfortunately, there are no descendants in the villa, and the ancestral hall has been closed for many years.

They can only go to the cemetery from the Waizhuang.

Every brick, every tile, every plant and every tree in the Waizhuang, Ying Jingjue looked at it with fascination, and always felt inexplicably familiar.But if I think about it, I can't remember where I saw it.

A lot of people came here today, all of them are knights of the rivers and lakes, coming and going in a hurry, taciturn.

Ying Jingjue came here for the first time, and he didn't know the rules here, nor how to worship, so he followed others to the cemetery behind the villa.

So many tombs have been silent in the years, and at first glance, I feel desolate.

Ying Jing decided to go to the grave of the owner and wife of Fudu Mountain Villa, followed everyone to burn incense and burned a lot of paper money.

The off-white flying catkins from burning paper money are always very light, even if there is no wind, they will be blown away by the fire waves, sticking to the sleeves and hair tips of the worshipers, like the nostalgia of the departed soul.

The choking smell made people's eyes sour.

Ying Jingjue's shoulder was suddenly patted, and he was startled.

"follow me."

When the two of them walked to a place where no one was around, Ying Jingjue said, "Mr. Qiu?"

Qiu Che nodded.

He looked up and down Ximian's little nephew, he didn't look carefully when he met him by the river that day, today the little nephew changed into white clothes, and there is even a shadow of Ximian's past.

According to his seniority, he should be the child's second uncle.

Ying Jingjue: "Why are you here?"

"Same as you, worship."

"Why is Mr. Qiu so sure that I'm here to worship?"

Qiu Che: "Xi Mian told me that you were entrusted by him. He has a deep friendship with Fudu Villa. Since you came here in his place, you shouldn't pay homage at Waizhuang."

Ying Jingjue was stunned, and then hesitated: "Then..."

"I'll take you to Neizhuang."

Chou Che grabbed his wrist, raised his breath a few times, threw off the imperial guards following him, and disappeared in the inner village.

It was also his first time here, and Lian Shenwei drew him a blueprint yesterday, but his sense of direction was not very good, so he searched for a long time.

Ying Jingjue: "What are you looking for?"

"Ancestral hall."

"Over there, when we came here just now, we seem to have passed by somewhere." Ying Jingjue pointed in the direction intuitively.

Qiu Che followed the point he pointed, turned a few turns, and saw the ancestral hall in front of Xueqing Pavilion.

He glanced at Ying Jingjue.

Just now he obviously didn't pass by here, but this child was able to find the direction at once. Did he really forget the past as Xi Mian said?

He didn't say anything, and pushed open the door of the ancestral hall, instantly filled with smoke and dust.

Ying Jingjue coughed a few times and waved his sleeves.

The ancestral hall related to the savior must be cleaned up no matter what.

The two of them spent a lot of time cleaning it up. Ying Jingjue let out a gasp and found a few crushed dried lotus leaves under the old futon.

"Why are there lotus leaves here?"

Qiu Che laid out the objects of worship, "I don't know."

Ying Jingjue searched again, and found a lot of things in the corners, a few small bottles of well-hidden wine, small windmills, wooden swords, nine serial rings, Luban locks, popular words from ten years ago...etc. wait wait wait.

He even found a thick cushion in the interlayer of the futon. After spreading it out, the cushion was embroidered with cute little yellow ducks. The stitches were dense and the color did not fade after so many years.

It seems that some people often kneel in the ancestral hall, so they hide the cushions inside and kneel comfortably.

The ancestral hall doesn't look that big, so many things are stuffed into hidden places, and you won't notice it unless you look carefully.

Ying Jing decided to put it into the whole category, and sighed: "I don't know who it is, but the ancestral hall is still playing around... Really..."

His eyes fell on the tablet enshrined above. In addition to the owner and wife of the owner, the last generation also had a young owner named Lian Yuwei and a second son named Lian Yubai.

Qiu Che also saw it.

But he can probably guess who made these things. In Fudu Mountain Villa, apart from Ximian, no one in Fudu Mountain Villa would love to play enough to often kneel in the ancestral hall.

Besides, in this world, he is probably the only one who prepares tablets for himself.

Qiu Che's eyes fell on the tablet with Lian Yubai's name written on it.

Expected.

He can probably guess three or four points about what Xi Mian wants to do now.If they have anything to do with the imperial court, the people in Fudu Villa can only die, otherwise there will be another disturbance.

After a while, he handed the incense to Ying Jingjue: "Go."

Ying Jingjue took it, bowed respectfully three times, and when he wanted to step forward to insert the incense, Qiu Che frowned, and blocked him with the hilt of his sword, "Wait a minute."

"what happened?"

With a cold face, Qiu Che said, "When worshiping in the ancestral hall, Xi Mian should kneel down, and you should do the same for him."

Ying Jing decided: "?"

He said unexpectedly: "Mr. Qiu also knows my identity. The prince of the Dasheng Dynasty only kneels down to the current sage. Mr. Ximian has a deep relationship with Fudu Villa, but even if it is the grace of saving his life, Fudu Villa cannot afford to be the prince of the dynasty. kneel down."

The hilt of the Wuliang Sword was pushed forward, and it firmly touched Ying Jingjue's neck, Qiu Che said coldly: "This is not a capital city, only the rules of the world are followed, if you accept Ximian, you must do your best. Let alone you, even if it is the emperor who came here today, the tablet enshrined here can afford him to kneel."

"...I just do it."

Ying Jingjue took a deep breath and pushed aside the Wuliang Sword. He knew that what Qiu Che said was reasonable, but being suppressed like this, he was used to being in a superior position, and he always felt panicked.

He put the original incense in, lifted his clothes and knelt on the futon, kowtowed three times, and offered the incense again.

The indifference on Qiu Che's face eased a little, and when he saw Jing Jue's eyes, he seemed to be looking at the younger generation, "Go to another place," he pulled up the young prince who had just finished paying homage, and closed the ancestral hall, Went to the underground cold hall not far to the north.

It was a place of ice and snow, very small.

The location of the Handian is on the Hanyan, but there is not much water coming out, so the Fudu Villa simply built it into a natural underground igloo.

The ground is covered with ice, and the cold air is lingering. It is not easy to walk. There is also a memorial tablet here.

It is still the owner of the young village, Lian Weiwei.

Surrounded by cold air, there are full of jade sandalwood plums, some are still blooming, some are dead, and there are some artificial fake plum blossoms.

There are also a lot of jade sandalwood plums in the palace. The father loves this variety and cooks it himself every year. Ying Jing must recognize it.

"Why is there a tablet here?"

Qiu Che: "Kneel."

Ying Jingjue didn't wait for him to force him with a sword this time, knelt down and kowtowed three times: "There is no incense burner here."

Qiu Che: "It's not used here, the young owner doesn't like those."

Ying Jingjue stood up and patted the clothes, and looked around curiously, "Why do you want to put a memorial tablet here, isn't there a ancestral hall?"

Thinking of what Xi Mian had said to him, Qiu Che was quiet for a moment, and explained: "The young owner likes ice and snow in winter, but he died in early summer in June, and plum blossoms never bloomed. So there was a man who transplanted plum blossoms here, fearing that he would not survive. And made some fake ones."

"Is that person the Sleeping Young Master?"

"Yes and no."

Ying Jingjue smiled: "How can there be such a saying, yes, yes, no, no, do people in the Jianghu talk like this?"

Qiu Che shook his head, not knowing what to say.

Ying Jingjue: "Since Mr. Qiu knew that Mr. Ximian entrusted me, he should have seen him after leaving that day. How is the injury on Mr. Ximian's hand? Have you found the heir of the Feng family?"

Hand injury?

Qiu Che thought back for a moment, when he and Ming Zhu had just met, they had an oolong, and Xi Mian didn't find any injuries on his hands other than the bruises on the back of his hands.

He was keenly aware of something, and calmly followed Ying Jingjue's words, "No matter what, the key is to find talents from the Feng family, but there are many famous doctors in the capital, but is there a master?"

Ying Jingjue sighed, "There are famous doctors in the capital, but even if Hua Tuo is still alive, Mr. Ximian's right hand tendon that was picked off may not be able to return to its original integrity."

"A master of a friend of mine knows a doctor with a strange personality..."

What he said, Chou Che could no longer hear clearly.

His mind was blank, and when he heard the word 'severed right hand tendon', he was frozen by the pervasive cold air here.

[Chou Che. ]

[I am no longer a swordsman. ]

Xi Mian leaned against the bed with a pale face yesterday, and the words he said with a smile that he took as a joke resurfaced clearly in his ears again.

The sword that was handed over, Xi Mian didn't hold it firmly with his right hand, and smashed it on the quilt, and explained to him as if nothing had happened.

[……Feel sorry. ]

[Just woke up, no strength. ]

Qiu Che suddenly didn't dare to think about it any further, what kind of mentality did Xi Mian have in order to say those words to him with a smile.