withered prosperity

After the rain stopped, a rainbow pierced the sky.

The world regards this as an ominous omen, and it is often impossible to avoid it.

The man was very happy, and asked him to go and have a look together.

Fuss!What catches your eyes!Isn't there often on the mountain?

Yin Yutang, Wei Heng, they all watched it together, right?

Anyway, they have known each other for a long time and are old friends.

Can you ride a horse?What else?

Do you want to say tomorrow that you can fly into the sky and escape from the ground!

Hello Yan Hai!

Xiao first threw the sword on the ground, then removed the mask on his face, and threw it together with the sword.

When he finished throwing it away, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

Looking at the mask and sword on the ground, he slowly frowned.

In all these years, he has never been so angry...

A burst of fine footsteps passed by his door and stopped next door.

Then there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Yan Hai's voice asked.

"My lord invites Mr. Yan to go over and catch up on the past." The maid said.

He picked up the mask, put it on, and opened the door.

Yan Hai stepped out from the door next to him and saw him too.

"My lord and I are going to reminisce about the old days." He knew that Xiao heard it, but he deliberately said: "Mr. Xiao, you are exhausted, so you should take a good rest!"

Owl slammed the door shut.

"Mr. Xiao is a bit uncomfortable!"

When Xiao heard what Yan Hai said at the door, he took off his mask again and threw it on the ground.

There is a bronze mirror in the room that dresses up.

Xiao Xiao looked at his face in the mirror.

When he was young, he looked more like a foreigner from Xiyi.

Blue eyes, fair skin, deep eyes, straight nose, and slightly golden brown hair.

So since he was sensible, he felt that he looked different from the people around him, and those people were especially taboo to talk about his appearance since he was a child.

Because his mother didn't know why, and couldn't accept that she gave birth to such a strange-looking child.

On the days when she didn't take Shenxiansan or other medicines, she might talk to herself through the curtain, but other times...

Xiao Xiao sneered.

Beauty and ugliness are nothing but skin!

Why some people's love and hate can be maintained on the appearance?

After all, it's just hypocrisy!

Yan Hai sneezed.

"It's okay." He waved his hand, signaling Wei Heng to continue.

Wei Heng lowered his head and continued to grind the powder in the bowl.

They are not "reminiscing" with Yin Yutang at this moment, but in a secret dark room, in front of them is the corpse of a young woman.

Yan Hai's sleeves were already tied up, and the table next to him was covered with various utensils.

He took out a slender awl from it, and slowly pushed a group of semi-gelled glue into the corpse's nose. After a while, the glue solidified and the bridge of the nose became much more straightened.

Wei Heng had already ground the material and melted it with warm water, so he handed it over.

Yan Hai took a very thin brush, dipped some in it, and began to paint and outline the face of the corpse.

This painting took a full hour.

Seeing him put down his pen, Wei Heng came over to take a look, and said, "Yin Twelve is also very skilled. In such a short period of time, he was able to find such a corpse."

"Like it?" Yan Hai asked him.

He thought that Yan Hai was asking about the resemblance of the disguise, so he nodded: "Mr. Cuiwei is amazing."

"Just wait until it's done." Yan Hai threw the things in his hands aside, and said with a bit of disdain: "Yin Twelve is so unnecessary, even if he is buried with an empty coffin, the Marquis of Xiyi would not dare to have the slightest objection. Such a pity to lose such a life.”

Wei Heng was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly turned ugly.

"He has already arranged it, otherwise you thought it was such a coincidence that there would be such a girl with a good size and appearance, who happened to die at this time?" Yan Hai washed his hands and dried them, and said to him : "Xiaowei, you and I have to be careful everywhere in the future."

Wei Heng nodded.

"I didn't expect..." He glanced at the corpse lying there: "However, they were born in the royal family, so it would be strange if they were meek and affectionate."

Yan Hai smiled slightly when he heard the words, and untied his sleeves.

"Mr. Cuiwei." Wei Heng looked at him, hesitant to speak.

"what?"

"Your martial arts." Wei Heng was a little embarrassed: "Can you tell me what happened, why are you not only devoid of internal energy, but also so weak?"

"This matter..." Yan Hai stopped wiping the hem of his clothes.

"You promised me you would tell me."

"Actually, it's nothing." Seeing how determined he was, Yan Hai didn't hide it anymore: "Ten years ago, I was accidentally plotted against by Yue Liuyi, ruining my martial arts."

"Mr. Liuyi, why did she do this?"

"She asked me for charts."

Wei Heng suddenly lost his voice.

"Anyway, that's what happened." Although he told him, Yan Hai didn't want to go into too many details: "She didn't get any benefits, and the injury was no less serious than mine."

"What does Mr. Liuyi want the chart for? And..." Wei Heng looked a little flustered, and his words were out of order: "And didn't you burn that chart in front of us?"

"Of those people back then, probably only you and Yue Linghan believed that I really burned that picture." Yan Hai sighed: "Yue Liuyi and Yin Jiu, the first ones won't believe it."

"What are you thinking about keeping that picture?" Wei Heng took a step forward, his face full of disbelief: "Could it be that you still want to go back?"

"My mother often told me that you have to leave a way out for yourself in everything you do." Yan Hai looked at him with a strange look: "Although I feel that I will never set foot on that place again, it will always be there. It is the way I came here, maybe one day, it will become the way back..."

"What about Mr. Liuyi? Why does she want that chart?"

"Then you have to ask her." Yan Hai smiled coldly: "If she is still alive."

When they came out of the dark room, Yin Yutang was waiting.

"My lord, do you want to go in and take a look?" Yan Hai asked him.

"No need." Yin Yutang invited him to take a seat: "With your ability, it's just a trivial matter."

"The prince is too generous." Yan Hai turned his head and said to Wei Heng: "Doctor Wei, you have worked hard, go back and rest first, I will have a few words with the prince."

Wei Heng nodded, without speaking to Yin Yutang, and left with a livid face.

"Where did you recruit such a person?" Yin Yutang poured him a cup of hot tea.

"Bought it." Yan Hai half-truthfully said: "Later, he sold it again. I never thought that I would learn some skills and come back to repay my kindness to me!"

"As expected of Mr. Cuiwei." Yin Yutang's expression was slightly contrived, and it could be seen that he hadn't flattered others so deliberately for a long time. "I have never met a more legendary figure than you."

"Speak!" Yan Hai picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Yin Yutang was stunned.

"I don't know, Mr. Cuiwei means..."

"This is your place. It's just the two of us now, so there's no need to beat around the bush." ​​Yan Hai put down his teacup, and the white jade teacup collided with the red sandalwood tabletop, making a slight but distant sound. "Tell me, what's your plan to get me to go to Beijing with so much effort?"

Yin Yutang stroked his fingers, as if he was still hesitating.

"It's fine if you don't talk about it." Yan Hai stood up and made a gesture to leave: "But if you don't talk about it today, don't talk about it in the future."

"Wait!" Yin Yutang hurriedly stopped him. "Mr. Cuiwei, why do you..."

Yan Hai looked at him quietly.

"Okay!" Yin Yutang nodded, took a breath, and then asked, "I don't know if the chart from back then is still in your hand, Mr. Cuiwei?"