The end is approaching

After Qi Yifei returned to Qi's mansion, he slept soundly all day and all night.

He didn't know how many doctors he had visited during this period, and how many relatives and friends visited him.He only vaguely felt that his grandfather had been here.

Qi Yifei lost his parents when he was very young in his life, and lived with his grandfather and sister, who were his only relatives.

I don't know why, after Mr. Qi came to sit for a while, he lost his temper with the servants.Qi Yifei really wanted to speak, and advised his grandfather not to be angry, it hurts the liver, and he is good at wine, so he really shouldn't be so disrespectful to his body.It's a pity that Qi Yifei still couldn't say a word, and could only listen in such a half-dream and half-awake state.

Fortunately, Mr. Qi's temper came and went quickly, and he felt at ease after a quick scolding.He sat down again and watched Qi Yifei for a long time.

Looking at it, I burst into tears, sobbing choked up.

Qi Yifei understood, this must be a dream, how could his grandfather cry?

No one in the world would tell that Qi Wangjing, the old man in the pavilion, was authoritarian and tough, with a face as thick as a wall. Even when the former teacher pointed his nose at him and scolded him for being ungrateful, he would not change his expression.It seemed that in Qi Wangjing's eyes, there were only two things: getting promoted and getting rich, and no one could stop him from being a treacherous minister who worked for tigers.

Of course, Qi Yifei would not believe a word of these filthy market rumors, but he also had to admit that his grandfather was indeed a resolute character and was invincible.

My grandfather died before he grew up, and his whole family died. At that time, he never shed a single tear;

Later, he was named on the gold list, but lost his first wife, and never remarried for the rest of his life, and he never shed a single tear at that time;

Later, when he lost his son in middle age, he raised a pair of orphaned grandchildren alone. At that time, he still didn't shed a single tear.

What day is it now?How can He De make his grandfather cry bitterly?

No time to think about it, Qi Yifei really fell into a deep sleep, with a comfortable smile of "finally home" on the corner of his lips, that kind of dependence on safety was about to overflow from his soft face.

Mr. Qi couldn't help softening his heart, and sighed: "I'm still a child."

Even if it's just to protect his only grandson, he can't fall down. Even if he is really desperate, he is confident that he can rally and break out of the encirclement.At least……

"Grandpa will not let you have an accident."

***

When Qi Yifei opened his eyes again, it was already the next afternoon.

The long and narrow sunlight in the afternoon shines on the Duobao Pavilion through the latticed window lattice, casting a splendor of early autumn.

Qi Yifei slept so hard that he didn't know what night it was, and he didn't get up in a hurry after waking up. He just felt his body first. His head didn't hurt, his heart didn't feel upset, and his legs felt sharp.It was like after a big dream, the nightmare was finally dispelled, and the whole world was filled with warm light.He couldn't help but raise his smiling face, there was no reason, he just felt happy.

This is the Prince's Mansion, the place where Qi Yifei grew up with his elder sister when he was young.There is a wall at the back, and there is a special arched door in the middle. It is the Qi Mansion, which is called "East Mansion" by the family, and it is a place that can always bring him strength.

Tilting his head, Qi Yifei saw the home he was familiar with and had missed for two full years.

From the few tables with simple lines, to the small couch with fine workmanship, to the complicated and gorgeous screen couplets, they are all his favorite things.Even on the pear flower shelf, there are still delicately placed toys that he forgot to put away before he left.

and also……

Qi Yifei was taken aback, no, what is that bloody scarlet letter under the corner of his eyes?After he exclaimed in the street and glanced at it, the small characters that he almost thought were illusions once again appeared out of nowhere like a shadow.This time, I finally saw the whole picture clearly.

——You have fifteen days left before you die on the spot.

Scarlet, orthographic, bold and bold, with a tense effect like a bomb countdown.

Qi Yifei, as an Internet-addicted teenager who is not familiar with classics, but at least has read countless articles on the Internet, has a good ability to accept, and quickly regained his composure.

The final analysis concluded that this probably, perhaps, could be his golden finger after time travel.

It's all 8012, and there is even a golden finger after time travel, tsk.

After several attempts, Qi Yifei finally found the technique and clicked on the line of red letters.After opening the book with a generally beneficial opening animation, what reappeared in front of Qi Yifei was an antique book.The base is blue, the thread is white, and the withered and yellow paper is not very serious.

Qi Yifei couldn't help playing a start-up music: "Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang."

On the right side of the cover of the book, there is a line of small seal characters in vertical characters. Qi Yifei managed to recognize the three characters that should be "book of life and death" by relying on his experience of receiving more than ten years of feudal education.

Life and death book!

With just this literal meaning, Qi Yifei seemed to know all the tricks.

——Record a person's lifespan, as well as the date of birth and death.When the Great Sage made a fuss in the underworld, it was this rubbish that was torn up.

After Qi Yifei "turned over" the book of life and death, he realized that this thing is really rubbish.He couldn't open the pages that belonged to others, but he could see his own.And the page that only belongs to him has only a few short lines and a few words.

Qi Yifei:

Born in the first year of Tianhe, on the seventh day of the seventh month, it is time.

Died in the 16th year of Tianhe, on August [-]th, Zishi.

In front of "twenty", there is another obvious scratch, crossing out the words "fifteen".

Today is the 16th year of Tianhe, the fifth day of August.

He really is dying soon.

In the blink of an eye, the instinct to survive helped Qi Yifei to recall at once, the line of words that he couldn't see the whole picture on the street before was indeed written "Ten Days", that's right.

Now it's fifteen days.

His lifespan has increased!

Although it was only five days more, it was enough to show one thing, what was written in the book of life and death was not destined, and he still had the possibility of saving himself.

Such an uplifting cognition dispelled Qi Yifei's fear when he found out that he didn't have a few days to live.There is only one question on his mind now, how did he get back these five days?

Searching and scratching, thinking hard, trying to find the abnormality between yesterday morning and this afternoon.

Before Qi Yifei called his maid to ask him what happened after he fell asleep, Xianke, one of the four maids beside him, had already grown lotuses step by step, and walked in with a scent of clothes.She was leading the old man Qi Ge behind him, the old man was dressed in foreign clothes, and he was out of sight, so he probably wanted to say goodbye to Qi Yifei before going out.

Unexpectedly, Qi Yifei had already woken up, and was lying there in a daze, looking at them with ignorant eyes.

"Master Sun, you're awake, God bless you!" Cyclamen was excited and pleasantly surprised, very lively.Her name doesn't match her personality seriously, but Qi Yifei likes her vigor, and people can't help but want to laugh with her when they see it.

Mr. Qi didn't care about his demeanor anymore, he walked a few steps quickly and came to the tent.Knowing that Qi Yifei didn't have a cold or fever, he still couldn't help but touch his forehead with his hand to confirm, and then he relaxed a little.While tucking the quilt for Qi Yifei, he said: "The doctor is resting next door, he will be there soon, he is the doctor Fang you are familiar with."

"Doctor Fang?" Qi Yifei looked helpless.

Doctor Fang was indeed familiar to Qi Yifei before he was ten years old.Doctor Fang is gentle and humorous. He is the master doctor of Xiao Fangmai, but to put it bluntly, he is a pediatrician. He has consulted countless princes and princesses in the palace.Later, due to some incidents, Emperor Tianhe gave Qi Yifei siblings to see a doctor, and they were available at any time twelve hours a day.Qi Yifei and his brother really liked Dr. Fang very much since they were young, and no child is afraid of seeing the doctor's troubles at all.

"But I've grown up."

"Don't worry, Doctor Fang." Mr. Qi was impeccable in both his expression and his words.

But Qi Yifei just felt an indescribable storm coming, and the troubled times mentioned several times in the letter before contacting his grandfather made it impossible for him not to think too much.

Mr. Qi doesn't want to talk too much, after all, the victory and defeat in the court have already been decided, so it's useless to talk more.The most important thing for Qi Yifei now is to cultivate his body, not to add to his troubles.

Qi Yifei stared helplessly at the red warning that he could live for fifteen days, but because of his grandfather's silence, it quickly dropped to five days.

This time, Qi Yifei couldn't and didn't want to be a caring grandson who didn't ask too many questions, so he asked anxiously: "What's the matter?" This may be a major event concerning their whole family.

"What's the matter? It's Zhang Cifu who is the host tonight, and I invited Grandpa to have a drink. I was worried that you had no one to take care of me, so I asked Doctor Fang to do it for you." Mr. Qi is well versed in the language art of avoiding the important and taking the light. Few people can pry his mouth open, even his favorite grandson.

Mr. Qi is the chief assistant of the cabinet, and his relationship with Zhang Ji, the second assistant, has always been tense. After all, one of them is from the second prince's faction and the other is from the eldest prince's faction, and they have irreconcilable political conflicts.

Zhang Ji almost wished he could stab Mr. Qi to death, so how could he host a banquet?What kind of banquet is this setting up?Hongmen Banquet?

"It's just an ordinary sitting. If Zhang Jiangzuo really has the courage and ability to poison me to death, he won't be suppressed by Cifu for more than ten years." Mr. Qi's disdain for Zhang Ji is beyond words, that person is simply unbearable Di, "There are still many adults going, don't worry. I finally married your sister, what's the matter, are you going to take over the housekeeper's safflower again?"

Qi Yifei saw that he couldn't beat Mr. Qi, so all he could do was...

Fake sickness.

Qi Yifei covered his head while rolling all over the bed, exactly the same as when he was a child when he cheated and didn't want to study in the palace.From time to time, he would peek through the fingers covering his eyes to see if his grandfather had softened his heart.

King Qi Xiaojun's ability to pretend to be sick has not improved after so many years.

However, the one who is loved is probably so confident. Knowing that Qi Yifei is pretending to be sick, Mr. Qi still can only agree: "Okay, okay, I won't go, I won't go, grandpa will stay at home with you today. ?"

"It's a deal!" Qi Yifei regained his vitality in minutes, before jumping up, he quickly shrank back, and continued to pretend to be dying.

Even Xianke, who is the number one fan of Qi Yifei's Daqi fan club, can't speak out against his conscience, how stealthy his young master Sun's performance is, at least, at least, to cover up the corners of his raised lips.

Qi Yifei's expression management was out of control because he found that when his grandfather really promised him not to go out, instead of fooling him, his life span came back.

——You have fifteen days left before you die on the spot.

***

In the early morning of the next day, Jin Yiwei sorted out which courtiers attended the Li family banquet last night, what they said, and how long they talked for how long.

"Qi Wangjing didn't go?"

"I've never seen it." Jin Yiwei's commander wore a flying fish suit, wore an embroidered spring knife, knelt under the marble head, and replied realistically, "Yesterday, the king of Zhengnan County had a headache relapse, and the doctor went and tossed until midnight. He has no time to take care of him."

Wen Zui frowned a little bit, with a tear mole at the corner of his eye, which moved up slightly with his facial movements, as if he was expressing his dissatisfaction on behalf of its owner.

The commander continued: "Old Qi Ge has been in office for several years, he is cunning by nature, and he does not hold back. But his subordinates have already reported and will start with an old case many years ago..."

Wen Zui raised his hand and interrupted the report, he was more concerned about: "What did the imperial doctor say?"

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