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Chaifu led the two of them home, and as soon as they entered the courtyard surrounded by fences, a young girl came out to greet them. She took the firewood from Chaifu's shoulders, carried it to the pile of firewood and piled it up. He Hua Shenchi cast a curious look, if Yi Qingchen looked back, the little girl would blush and lower her head.

Seeing his daughter's shy and timid appearance, Chai Fu smiled directly with Yi Qingchen, "My girl is good at everything, she is pretty, she has skillful hands, and she cooks delicious food, but she is afraid of being unfamiliar, and her eyesight is not good. Gao, if it weren't for the young master's outstanding appearance, she might not be so sneaky."

Hearing this, the little girl glared at Chai Fu, and complained, "Father!" Chai Fu laughed, and asked about the situation of the ghost-faced gentleman, "Did you wake up from the man you picked up last night?" The resentment on the little girl's face turned into After a while, he showed a worried face, "No, why don't you send him to the city today?" Chai Fu pointed to Yi Qingchen and Hua Chenchi, and introduced to his girl, "These two are It's an official from the city, I know that person, let them take a look."

Four people entered the house, the farm house is not big, only a very simple square hall, divided into three rooms with cattail curtains, the ghost-faced gentleman is lying in the rightmost room.

Hua Shenchi went into the house to give treatment to the ghost-faced gentleman, and Yi Qingchen stood at the door with Chai Fu and the little girl to peek at the situation inside the house.Right now, the mask on the face of Mr. Ghost Mian has been taken off and placed on the side cabinet. Because of removing the heavy makeup on weekdays, a face that looks very similar to Jiang Zhige is exposed in front of everyone. The reason is that he couldn't see the extravagance and hostility of the past at all, but he seemed a little cute.

Hua Shenchi took his pulse and roughly determined the current injury of Mr. Ghost Mian. He took out a pack of silver needles and tried to prick the acupoints. The more pricked, the tighter his brows frowned.Yi Qingchen watched for a while, saw that Hua Chenchi had already started to pack his things, and seemed not to continue the treatment, so he walked carefully to Hua Chenchi's side, and asked in a low voice, "Is it possible to save him?"

Hua Shenchi inserted the silver needles back to their original position on the cloth one by one, and replied lightly, "I just treated the wound on his body briefly so that his life would not be endangered. His deep sleep is not a disease. Use ordinary medical techniques to treat."

Yi Qingchen was stunned when he heard the words, isn't it a disease?

If the words were told by others, Yi Qingchen might think it was a misdiagnosis, but if it was said by Hua Shenchi, the number one doctor in the world, he would have to believe it even if he didn't believe it, "If it's not a disease, then what is it? Simply fell asleep?"

Hua Shenchi glanced at the sleeping ghost-faced gentleman, and replied, "Almost. I have seen his symptoms a few times when I was studying the remnants of ancient medical techniques. It should be that he was hit by an evil spirit, or he was subjected to some magic spells. I was imprisoned in a dream. Since ancient times, dreams have been the field that practitioners have painstakingly studied. This thing is very mysterious and can be manipulated through the five senses of a person to achieve a situation that ordinary drugs cannot interfere..."

After talking for a while, he noticed Yi Qingchen's half-understanding eyes, and explained concisely, "In short, I can't wake him up with ordinary medical techniques. I have to find out what he is trapped in before I can find him." There is a cure. It will take some time."

Yi Qingchen is not as half-understanding as Hua Shenchi thinks, but he just heard Hua Shenchi's remarks, and he unconsciously thinks of the tapir playing the piano that he saw on the boundless sea of ​​tranquility when he fell into a dream. , so the eyes looked a little confused for a while.

Weaving dreams can be found in ancient times, and the most common ones are the nobles in the palace, who often fall asleep accompanied by pleasant fragrance and wonderful music, so as to avoid nightmares and pray for sweet dreams.Therefore, Yi Qingchen tentatively asked, "Could it be music?"

Hua Shenchi asked, "Why do you think it will be music?"

Yi Qingchen faltered for a moment, and couldn't explain for a while, if he really said why he was forced to be involved with the music, it would be that the theater troupe and the tapir in his dream that he came into contact with recently are related to the music, but this reason is too forced , it is a bit untenable, "Just, intuitively, I think music is more common than spices."

Hua Shenchi was silent for a moment, neither acknowledging nor denying it. After a long while, he turned to Chai Fu and the little girl at the door of the same room and said, "Can you ask the two of you to look after him for a while?"

Chai Fu was a little hesitant, and Yi Qingchen was also a little worried, "He is a ghost-faced gentleman, if one day he suddenly wakes up and goes crazy, wouldn't it be too dangerous?" Hua Shenchi is very sure about this, "He has Sun will not wake up. After we go back, we will find some people to come over and move him back, so we can feel at ease?"

Yi Qingchen has always been worried, but since Hua Shenchi has made such a guarantee, he can't say anything more.Hua Shenchi saw that Yi Qingchen still had a sad face, he helplessly reached out and rubbed his head, and reminded, "It's almost noon."

Only then did Yi Qingchen realize that he still had a dinner invitation with someone, so he hurriedly looked out the window, the sun was about to reach the peak before he knew it, his heart was agitated, he hurriedly gave some money to the woodcutter, and then dragged the flowers into the sink Chi rushed back.

The little girl looked at the backs of the two reluctantly, and she stopped outside the door for a long time with her face full of expectations.

Seeing the woodcutter, he shook his head helplessly, "Girl, go back." The little girl looked back at the money in the woodcutter's hand, and asked doubtfully, "Why did you give us so much money?" The woodcutter thought for a while , not wanting to worry his girl, so she coaxed, "This sleeping son is their very important friend, and these are the rewards for our rescue."

The expectation on the little girl's face deepened, "Are you friends? Then we should take better care of that comatose young master. I don't know what kind of girls these young masters like..."

After finishing speaking, humming a song, he jumped back to the house.

When Yi Qingchen and Hua Shenchi returned to the inn, there was already a person sitting at the dinner table reserved by Yi Qingchen earlier, and it was the dead Taketori's younger sister, Kaguya.

Kaguya was wearing plain clothes as usual, with no powder applied on his face, just sitting and wandering in thought, tears gradually filled his eyes, and were wiped away before they burst out.Yi Qingchen pondered the time to enter the house, so he waited outside the door for a long time, until Hui Ye stopped indulging in the past, his eyes began to shine, and when he looked left and right to find Yi Qingchen's figure, he was about to be caught by the wind. After blowing his messy clothes and hair, he walked into the inn with Hua Shenchi.

Before he was seated, he apologized to Hui Ye, "I'm sorry, there are some delays at the Yamen." But Hui Ye didn't care much about it, "It doesn't matter if the person is here."

The three of them arrived, and Xiao Er served the dishes. After three meat dishes, four vegetables and one soup were all served, Yi Qingchen politely said to Hui Ye, "It's already noon, girl, are you hungry? There aren't many dishes, if girl thinks If it’s not enough, or if you like something else, you can add more.”

But Hui Ye also knew that these were just superficial words, he just looked down at the bowls and chopsticks in front of him, and asked directly, "My lord asked me to come here, what do you want to ask?" Seeing Hui Ye's directness, Yi Qingchen knew her She is also a woman who doesn't like to be bound by red tape, so she no longer sticks to etiquette, and replied, "Girl, you should be very clear in your heart. What I want to know is something you have kept from your secrets, and you haven't told the truth to the government."

This time Hui Ye didn't make excuses like "I've already said what I need to say", but asked Yi Qingchen coldly, "Why should I tell you?" Speechless, he could only argue weakly, "I...you...you... don't you want to find the real culprit and seek justice?"

Hui Ye was not interested in this excuse, "Brother's death has nothing to do with others..." Yi Qingchen didn't believe it, "Then why do you say someone is coveting his money?" Hui Ye said , "It's just money, it's not directly related to life."

Yi Qingchen pondered Hui Ye's answer in a daze, his mind was a little confused, "Then why did you come here?"

Hui Ye just raised his eyes, looked at Yi Qingchen and said, "You say you are a warlock, but you are actually an official, these two identities are very interesting, but no matter whether these two identities are real or not, together , which is in line with what I expected. I came here to tell you one thing, and then please, don’t worry about my brother’s death anymore.”

Yi Qingchen is not one of these two identities, and he did not give up the right to investigate at all, and only played Tai Chi with Hui Ye, "I will try my best."

Huiye also seemed to see that Yi Qingchen didn't want to give up the investigation, but he didn't care about the result, and just said to himself, "No matter what, I will only tell you as a warlock, although it is just It’s a legend, but you are a warlock, so you should believe it. But if you tell the people in the government, they will definitely not believe it.”

He paused, looked into Yi Qingchen's eyes, and said to him, "Have you ever heard the most famous opera "The Bamboo Clan" in our troupe? It's the one that was sung in the academy yesterday."

Yi Qingchen nodded, and Hui Ye said, "The story in this song is that on a sea island in the east, the Taketori clan of the rhythm masters gradually declined because they lost in the competition with the Penglai Nangong clan. He was sent to the Central Plains, and what was written in the play was only the experience of one of the children, but there are no fewer than ten other children of the Taketori family who had similar experiences."

"They either died at the bottom of the sea due to storms, drifted and died in the turmoil in the Central Plains, or died of diseases... In short, after leaving the hometown where they lived, everything in front of them was a sharp knife that could kill their lives. "

"I don't know if you believe in God, my lord."

Kaguya said, "Taketori is actually not an ordinary family, but a descendant of ancient gods with half the blood of the gods. The place where they live is not the filthy human world, but one of the 36 caves and 72 blessed places. However, they foolishly chose to make this bet with Penglai, and let the heavens do the notarization."

"The sky is the most notarized, and also the cruelest. In ancient times, the gamble that used the sky as a witness did not end well... The Taketori family is the same, for this ambition to monopolize the melody, they paid cost."

"Heaven took back the divine blood in their clan. The divine blood will not be emptied suddenly, but will pass away little by little over time. The sky also took back their residence. The older generation can't leave their homeland, they can only With the blessed land withering together, the younger generation fled in all directions, lingering on their last breath..."

"The blood of the gods will ensure that the gods will not age, and it will also continuously provide the gods with mana to resist the filth of the world. Therefore, when the surviving descendants of the Taketori family arrived in the Central Plains, they lived happily for a while."

"I...unfortunately, I'm a different kind in the family. I can't sing very well, I don't have the talent for rhythm, and I can't learn the piano well. I can only write operas. My elder brother, he has a very good personality of the Taketori tribe. Talent, he relied on his voice and led me to live for many, many years..."

"It's unbelievable, right? But the lifespan of the Protoss is really endless. We watch the children around us grow into adults, then gradually age and die. It didn't last long, because the divine blood in our body gradually faded over time..."

"Gradually, the blood of the gods dried up completely, leaving only the remaining mana in the body. We guarded the last bit of water in the dry well, and became human beings that we once looked down upon. We will grow old, die, and get sick..."

"But as long as there is mana remaining, we should still be able to live longer than ordinary people... It's just that we don't realize it at all. Why did the Taketori family become the rhythm family in the gods? And those in the human race A family that plays and sings very well but can never reach this height?"

"Because when we play and sing, there is mana in the singing, which is uncontrollable. As long as we open the voice, the mana will disappear a little bit... Maybe this is why brother is more popular than others For the reason..."

"Brother didn't notice this at the time, he just kept singing for his livelihood. Until one day, my brother discovered that he had begun to grow up, and the youthful image that had been maintained for hundreds of years seemed to show faint signs of growth. Unable to easily move the boulder in the cabinet, gradually, his mana became less and less with each song... until he could no longer resist the filth of the world, and then he... fell ill... .. In the words of your human race, it is an incurable disease."

"If he wants to live longer, he won't be able to sing anymore. During that time, my brother was very painful and had low self-esteem. Everyone in the troupe took good care of him. They didn't want him to be tired anymore, so they reduced the number of times he played. .By the way, no one in the troupe knows that we used to be gods. It's ridiculous, that's how gods look like..."

"Later, a man appeared. I don't know who he is. He turned his face into his elder brother's appearance, wore his elder brother's clothes, and stood on the stage instead of his elder brother. His singing ability was no less than that of his elder brother. , but no matter how good the cover is, there will be flaws. How could a person who was standing on stage singing in an opera one second, appear in the backstage and thrush his eyebrows in the mirror the next second? I just pretended not to know... ..."

"Brother took this opportunity to rest, the troupe went around and performed for 16 years, and the person who replaced my brother followed us around for 16 years, but no one else seemed to have discovered the existence of that replacement, except me. …”

"Actually, I am very happy in private, because my brother is relieved, but my brother doesn't seem to think so. He likes to sing very much... Just like that, 16 years later, that is, last month, When we returned to Jiangling, my brother’s illness had reached its limit, and he told me that he felt like he was going to die.”

"I don't think he's joking, he's serious, so I didn't ask him for unrealistic wishes, but I hope he will do what he wants to do most in this life without regrets."

"If he really did this, he should have told the person who replaced him about it, so the person who replaced him left the troupe, and my brother practiced his voice again, wanting to be here again, where the troupe was 16 years ago place, sing another song.”

"Six days ago, on the night of the fire, he sang the last opera in his life. Although it was not complete, it was his closing song. I can feel the divine power in my brother, it is exhausted... After singing, he said he was not feeling well and wanted to stay and rest, and rejected other people's invitation to go to the restaurant to drink, in fact, only I know that he didn't want others to see him dead, including me."

"I obeyed his wishes and left..."

"Later, he had already prepared everything, set fire to it, and burned everything up...I didn't have any thoughts...It was really easy to leave ah......"

Yi Qingchen listened to this speech in astonishment, without even noticing that the bean sprouts on the chopsticks had fallen off, after a long while, he just came to his senses, thinking about how to comfort Hui Ye, but unexpectedly, Hui Ye suddenly raised the corners of his lips , smiled lightly, "All I said just now are the follow-up stories newly written by "The Taketori Family". If you like it, you can come to join me more in the future."

Yi Qingchen felt a little strange, "Isn't everything you said just true?"

Hui Ye lowered his eyes, stared at his palm sadly, and said softly, "Really? ever existed?"