[Bao Qingtian] Why is peace?

The old prince has been under house arrest for almost two years, and he has not seen the sun for two years. His skin is abnormally bluish white, and he is too thin to be human.

The food here is only delivered once every ten days and half a month, don’t even think about the soup, it’s all dry and panicky, so that Pang Yu and Zhan Zhao can only guess part of it——Old Prince It was true that he was so weak that he didn't have the strength to lift a pen, but part of the reason why he couldn't speak was because his throat was ruined by the dry food he swallowed raw.

When they found King Dali, the old prince was struggling to breathe beside the stone bed, and his heavy breathing sounded like a blacksmith pulling a bellows, which made people feel very sad.

Perhaps the body was already reaching its limit. After the stone door was opened, although the old prince opened his eyes, his eyes were loose, and he didn't react much when he saw the prince, only the instinct of breathing remained.

"Father... I'm sorry, I'm late!" The son sighed, and took the initiative to pick up the old father, taking care of him carefully along the way, and finally sent him back to the palace safely.

Mr. Gongsun immediately made a detailed examination for the old prince, but the situation was not optimistic.

King Dali still has one breath left, and he can last until they find that the dark room is already very good, so it can be said that his life is slim.

Mr. Gongsun said regretfully: "My medical skills are limited. With my level, I'm not sure how to cure King Dali... I'm afraid it's not enough. If we can invite the legendary Dr. Sun, maybe the success of the king's recovery will be even greater. .”

It's a pity that Miracle Doctor Sun was murdered by Director He many years ago. In order to ensure that no one can undo his poison, Director He killed a group of doctors with outstanding medical skills in the southwest area in advance. Unfortunately, Miracle Doctor Sun was one of them .

The prince shook his head: "The so-called miracle doctor is mostly an exaggeration spread by the common people. Mr. Gongsun is already the most skilled doctor I have ever seen. Even if another miracle doctor comes, I am afraid it will not be much better. I also have a good idea of ​​the state of my father's body, and I will save him if I can. Let him live a few more days and I won't mind it. Besides, at this time, there is no one better the doctor."

Mr. Gongsun took a fixed look at him and nodded solemnly: "Okay, I will definitely do my best."

"Mr. Lao Lao." Shizi smiled slightly.

The dark clouds hanging over the Dali Palace were finally dispelled, the conspiracy failed in the end, and the criminals were executed.

The King of Dali was taken back to the palace, Director He was executed by Ling Chi, and the princess was able to open her eyes gradually under the medical treatment of Mr. Gongsun, and remained awake for half an hour.

Everything seems to be happy, but Pang Yu still has one thing on his mind.

That is, the whereabouts of the masked man.

After the King of Dali returned to the mansion, they searched persistently for half a month based on Mr. He's confession, but they still found nothing.

Until one day, he heard two palace guards chatting while on duty.

The first guard said: "I heard that an old man from a prominent family in the city died of illness a few days ago. I made a special inquiry. It was the old man we saw at the market that day. Do you think it's strange? I asked them about it. Family members, their family members said that the old man had been ill for seven or eight years and was bedridden all day, so it was impossible for him to go to the market to buy things by himself!"

Guard B said in shock: "Impossible? Could it be that you have misidentified the person? I remember that old man at the entrance of the market that day was very energetic and articulate, and he even helped our son speak!"

The first guard said: "I absolutely did not admit my mistake. I saw the old man in the coffin they placed in the mourning hall. It was that face! It's just a little more sick than the one I saw at the entrance of the market. It looked really sick. for a long time."

Guard B said: "Could it be that this old man has a twin brother? Or he was just in good spirits that day and sneaked out without telling his family?"

"I don't know." Bodyguard A shook his head and said, "Maybe it's what you said, but the old man ran out without telling his family."

Guard B heaved a sigh of relief: "Hey, what you said just now was so creepy, you almost scared me! It is said that the older the elderly, the more they live, the more they look like children, maybe the elderly are also like this."

Guard A also believed this explanation, and it was also a headache to talk about the old grandfather at home with Guard B.So the two talked further and further away from the topic, and quickly put aside the matter of the elderly.

After secretly listening to the corner of the wall, Pang Yu couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Then he asked someone to confirm it again and again. The fact was just like what the guard said, the old man hadn't left his bed for seven or eight years, so it was impossible for him to appear at the entrance of the market half a month ago.The sick old man is not clear about his sanity, so how can he deduce that the third son died from a handkerchief?

Pang Yu was both regretful and afraid.

He regretted that he didn't immediately recognize that the old man was pretending to be the masked man. Even if it wasn't the masked man, he was his accomplice. As long as they could catch the fake old man, they would at least know who the masked man was!

And I was afraid because of the chaotic scene at that time, the fake elders were so close to them, if they suddenly attacked, at least some of them would be injured, and it was impossible for them to retreat unscathed.

Then why didn't the fake elders do anything at that time?

Pang Yu couldn't figure it out, so he had to tell Bai Yutang about it.

Bai Yutang pondered for a moment, and said: "Since he wants to support the prince instead, he must ensure that this matter goes smoothly, and use his status as an elder to give us enough reminders to restore the prince's position in the hearts of the people. As for doing something at the market, It doesn't matter if it succeeds, but if it doesn't, it will be difficult to get out, so the masked man won't do it at that time."

"But... I still can't figure it out." Pang Yu frowned and said, "Since the masked man wants to support the prince, why did Manager He be exposed in the end? As Manager He, staying with the prince can do more thing!"

Bai Yutang stretched out an index finger to smooth the wrinkles between his brows: "It's okay, don't keep frowning, you're going to become a little old man."

"You're talking about business." Pang Yu glared at him.

"Okay, okay, let's get down to business." Bai Yutang sighed, "He deliberately dangled in front of us with a face that could be faked, why can't you see his intentions?"

"Is it good to show off his disguise?" Pang Yu guessed.

Bai Yutang's eyes darkened: "That's right, maybe he wants to tell us that he wears a mask not because he's not easy to disguise, but because he does whatever he wants. He's very courageous, but he has the ability to support his boldness and ambition. Appearing in front of us is nothing but a provocation."

Pang Yu reluctantly accepted this statement, but was still a little puzzled.

He pushed Bai Yutang who was upright and upright: "Hey, don't move yet, I still want to ask you."

"Huh?" Bai Yutang's lips just stopped on his lips, and the voice was hoarse and ambiguous, full of intoxicating passion.

Pang Yu couldn't help blushing, and tried to push the opponent's head away: "I thought of one thing, didn't Manager He also say that he didn't know who was behind the advice for him? He didn't see that person wearing a mask before. , but that face is also featureless, not the appearance of a big man."

Bai Yutang moved his head back in dissatisfaction, while biting the skin on his neck lightly, he lazily said: "Well, continue."

Pang Yu suppressed the trembling that rose up at the tailbone, and managed to finish the sentence: "You said... Could it be that he only wore a wolf-head mask on the day when he went up to the skyscraper? Maybe the wolf-head mask is not important to him. It's meaningful, if we can find out what is so special about that day... um..."

Bai Yutang swallowed the rest of the words that were too late to say.

Pang Yu was going crazy inside. He actually just wanted to ask. There are many grassland peoples with wolves as totems, but not every nation has the same special festival. Maybe it’s just a few places that have this custom. As long as they Slowly eliminate, there is always a chance to find clues... How did things develop into this in the end...

But right now, the young master is not in the mood to think about the masked man, he is completely immersed in this enthusiasm and cannot extricate himself, even his head is muddy.