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It was late at night, and the sky was dim.

The lights in the room crackled and the candles were bright.Qi Zhengge persisted in burning the utensils in his hands one by one on the fire, and then wiped them clean with a soft cloth.Geng leaked the sound bit by bit, accompanied by Qu Wenzhu's rustling of paper leaves, there was no other sound.

Qu Wenzhu is especially good at this kind of dissection to practice medicine. Qi Zhengge especially remembers the rabbits and frogs raised in Guzhong when he was a child. Anyone who fell into Qu Wenzhu's hands must have been separated from his body and flesh. Perhaps together with the texture and flesh, even her grandfather is not as familiar with her.

Qu Wenzhu's healing methods are often different from ordinary people's. The bold and vicious methods are not as good as those of Yanaka.

But no one can deny that although Qu Wenzhu's different methods are unique, their miraculous effects are sometimes beyond the reach of ordinary medicine.Especially when her strength is at the limit and her popularity is approaching, Qu Wenzhu can often rely on her weird and bold ideas to save lives by taking the lead.

In the two-phase trade-off between letting things go and being bold and adventurous, although it is risky to let go, it is also the last rope in the end.

This method of attacking poison is also Qu Wenzhu's new method. In these days, Qu Wenzhu and Qi Zhengge have often discussed research plans together, and finally agreed that Qu Wenzhu would open his chest to pull out the poison, scrape the flesh and cut the bones, and Qi Zhengge would apply the medicine with needles. Gu Qi saves life.

But how well grasped it is, even if it is the two of them, they can only give three points.

Qingping's situation is already exhausted, and it will be even more difficult to return to heaven this time.

Qi Zhengge finished tidying up all the utensils, wiped his fingertips with a soft cloth, and said slowly: "Wen Zhu, is it time yet?"

Qu Wenzhu squinted at the couch next to him, Qingping was lying on it safely, he was drowsy under the force of the medicine, and lost his five senses, the steaming hot cloth covering his body was stained with traces of medicine stains.

"It's not here yet." Qu Wenzhu withdrew his three fingers on Qingping's veins, closed the book on the desk, and went through all the precautions and reminders listed in these days in his mind.

The watch is still dripping, and the candlelight is still crackling.

Compared to the silence in the courtyard, the palace hall was in chaos.

Shi Sha heard about Qu Wenzhu's risk of attacking poison from nowhere, and rushed to Qingping Palace overnight, saying that she would stop this decision.

"Sha'er, that's my father's own decision." Shi Zhen stopped Shi Sha, his tired face couldn't be concealed: "Father has his own choice..."

"Cousin!" Shi Sha's eyes were extremely red, and a perfect face seemed to be angry at the moment, and a faint color flashed in his eyes: "Why is it that Uncle San is in such a situation, but none of you have ever informed me?!"

He was both sad and impulsive, thinking that Qingping refused to see him face to face in order to hide him these days, and he was even more aggrieved for a moment, growling: "I won't allow it! I won't allow you to let him take such a risk ! Those quack doctors said there is no way, so there is really no way!"

"Cousin! Tell them to stop! I will... definitely find a better way, find a better doctor - I will send people to the Western Regions, to Penglai, to ask for medicine, to find a way - let them not Adventure!"

"Cousin!"

Shisha's eyes were red, and her thin lips with cinnabar spots were usually elegantly curved and the most graceful, but at this moment they were trembling uncontrollably.

It was only today that he learned how intractable the disease that Qing Ping was suffering from was that none of the doctors in the Central Plains could cure it. Take a risk with poison.

Such an adventure made Shisha terrified and helpless.

Shi Zhen also did not move his eyes, only his hands under his wide sleeves trembled faintly.

Shi Zhen knew that his father's attitude was unusually firm, and it had remained the same all these years.

The father worked hard to mold a young emperor who was once domineering into the present boy with a steady appearance and an upright mind. The father worked tirelessly to travel all over the country, just for the stability of the court and the peace of the country.In the eyes of his father, compared with Shisha and Jiangshan, his body, hair and skin are just as dusty as dust, unimportant.

Hiding the truth from Shisha is just a natural decision out of such thoughts.Qingping is nothing but unwilling Shisha to put his mind on himself.He wants Shisha to put all his thoughts on the court.

But as far as Shi Zhen is concerned, he has been caught between loyalty and filial piety for so many years, so why not work harder than Qingping and suffer more than Shisha.

"Sha'er, don't be stupid. Father can't last until you send people to find Penglai. If you don't take risks, father will either...or be a useless person forever..." Shi Zhen avoided one of the "death" in silence. The words made Shi Sha feel a burst of astonishing fear, and the fear instantly swept through his whole body, making him tremble slightly.

The two brothers were facing each other in the living room, and outside the window could be faintly heard the chime of chiming the time.At Haishi in the evening, it arrived as scheduled.

Chong Ming was also silent at the side, stretching out his hand to hold Shi Sha's sleeve: "Brother... just listen to Brother Zhen..."

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, she was no longer bound by Chaojing. She wandered around the rivers and lakes all the year round. In fact, she didn't know what happened to the Tian family these years. Something extremely emotional and not very intelligent.

On top of this, Chongming is more willing to believe in Shi Zhen.She believed that her uncle must have his own reasons, so he chose to attack the poison without telling Shi Sha.

"Yan Ye, are you not worried about Uncle San at all?" Shi Sha looked back at Chongming who was holding her back in disbelief, her tone was mournful, as if she was crying blood: "Why do you want to hide it from me and make Uncle San take this risk?" Like the risk of life and death?"

"Why?" Shi Sha turned to look at Shi Zhen again, and asked in a voice, "Have you ever regarded me as the emperor?"

"Why do you have troubles in your heart and difficulties in front of you, and never think of me? Is it because I am so unreliable in your eyes, such a yellow-mouthed child, and I will never be able to leave you to do a good job?"

Shisha's eyes were filled with water color, and there was a radiant brilliance.

Shi Sha's state was on the verge of collapse, and at one point he clenched the veins on the back of his hands so that it was bulging. After a while of confrontation, Shi Zhen's strong posture finally began to loosen. He took a step forward and grabbed Shi Sha's shoulders: "Don't say that , no one has thought about it like this. Don't say it..."

Shi Zhen had double worries and grief in his heart.On the one hand, he is his father who taught him earnestly, and on the other hand, he is an innocent and plastic cousin.He wants to believe any of them, and he is unwilling to disobey any of them.

Therefore, he couldn't interrupt this attack, nor could he refuse Shisha's sorrow.

He could only shake his head at Shi Sha over and over again: "The two of Rongjue Valley will definitely bring my father back to his original youth. I will definitely be able to."

At this moment, a sharp howling sound of horses suddenly came from outside the mansion, and the sound of rolling wheels stopped abruptly.

Following the sound of footsteps, Chang He left a group of maidservants behind, and quickly walked into the mansion with thin dresses: "Yan Ye? Shi Zhen?"

She called the two names all the way, and when she reached the hall, she saw the three people who were sad or forbearing, and she sighed in her heart.

The elder sister and second brother of Chongming of the Wei family came quickly along with Changhe, all of them had solemn expressions, and as soon as they entered the hall, they walked quickly to Chongming, and the elder sister Wei Youning of Chongming even grabbed her He hugged her in his arms, comforting something in a low voice.

As soon as Shisha saw Changhe, her state of Xuanran immediately turned into a trance, and she let go of Shizhen and walked quickly to Changhe.

"Auntie, save Third Uncle, save Third Uncle..." Shi Sha was already in a panic, her calm and reserved posture in the past was gone, she only held onto Chang He's sleeve, not knowing how to speak.

When Changhe saw Shisha's posture, he couldn't bear it for a while.In her heart, she knew what Qingping had done in these years, and she bowed her head for Jiangshan and Tianjia, and she felt the pain of giving her heart and soul.It's not that Chang He has never persuaded him, but Qingping has been extremely stubborn in making up his mind since he was a child. Since he is willing to burn the lamp of his soul for the community, no one can persuade him.

All Chang He could do in these years was to get his husband-in-law Marquis Wei to assist him, and to relieve three points of his worries for the Qing Dynasty.

"Sha'er." Chang He caressed Shi Sha's back in front of him, his eyes lowered: "It will be fine. It will be fine."

The voice of Changhe is low and clear, lingering faintly in the night when Haishi has passed, as if comforting the time, and as if trying to persuade himself.

Haishi is passing by here, and the leak is still flowing, sometimes drowned by the howling wind in the winter night, and sometimes clear and clear in the silence.The mixed thoughts of the people are still going on, only the light from the far away in the bungalow remains unchanged, bright and silent.

The candlelight flickered, and the shadows of the lamps fell.Qi Zhengge held his breath and handed a small handle of silver scissors to Qu Wenzhu.

The poison cast in the past few days has already wiped away seven or eight percent of the old poison accumulated in Qingping's body, and now it has all turned into filth attached to the bones, remaining in Qingping's jueyin.

Under the pressure of several accumulated poisons, Qingping's pulse became weaker and weaker as the time of Haishi approached. Qi Zhengge administered needles and medicine again and again, but it was almost impossible to turn back.She frowned slightly and looked at Qu Wenzhu who was still scraping Qingping's bones, and shook her head silently.

Qu Wenzhu bit his lip, but did not respond.As time passed bit by bit, Haishi gradually came to an end, and Qingping's aura was gradually exhausted.As it continued to go deeper, Qu Wenzhu also discovered the fatal problem, Qingping was absorbing these filthy poisons covering the bones and blood with the passage of time.

Perhaps because of these years of erosion, Qingping has long since lost his repulsion to poisons.Qu Wenzhu frowned a little bit, facing the situation here, he was almost helpless for a moment.

If the layers of the flesh and the poison are clear, she is fully sure to pull out all the poison within the time frame that Qi Zhengge can control, but facing the filth that is gradually seeping into the flesh and blood, is she going to dig out the flesh and blood as well?

As time passed, Qu Wenzhu's heart gradually sank.She was still continuing to pull out the poison, and the originally clear potion in the container beside her was now filled with black blood, and the circles of turbid ripples were dizzy, and the darkness gradually deepened.

Haishi is about to pass, Qi Zhengge doesn't know how many times he got up to turn on the lamp, whether it is the silence outside the window or the brightness in the room, there is no change from the beginning, the only change is the faint breath of Qingping here, like thin sand between fingers, water skiing in the net , Little by little, no one can catch it.

The moonlight gradually sank in the thick clouds, and the last ray of light outside the window also returned to dead silence.The Polaris is about to fall, but Qi Zhengge is almost at the end of the road, his eyelashes tremble slightly when he has nothing to do, and he sighs silently.

On the third day of the winter month, in the early morning of You, King Qingping died of a serious illness and died suddenly.

The author has something to say:

hush...

_(:зゝ∠)_What did I write, I don’t know @+%#.￥%*&-......

I'm working hard, my head is all muddy, ahhh——

This volume is almost finished, and the next volume is a serious honeymoon volume_(:з」∠)_

After all, the last time I went to Fusang, I failed to have a honeymoon, and my wish has not been fulfilled XD