Sheng Shian

"Everything is as usual for Yu Shuyuan, and the meeting with Mr. Shen is mostly about reminiscing about the old days, and the whereabouts of the account books are not involved..." Shun He thought for a while and then said: "However, Yu Shuyuan has been obsessed with making incense lately. He said that his hands are useless and he cannot paint, so he wants Do something else to pass the time."

Shunhe presented a list of spices, "My subordinates have checked, and there is nothing unusual."

Liu Changze took it and glanced at it, then took out the rice paper from Shen Shi from his sleeve, put it side by side on the table, and tapped it twice.

In Shen Shi's fragrance, the words "safflower, musk, cinnamon" appear frequently.

And Yu Shuyuan's list of spices has everything, but only these three flavors are missing.

interesting.

Shun He couldn't wait for his response, so he continued to report what happened today.

"Master Shen met Shuntian Mansion Qingke Ying Changwang for the first time in the middle of the capital today, and personally invited him to have a gathering."

Invite.

Liu Changze raised his left eyelid.

Shun He knowingly presents the portrait.

He glanced at it, paused slightly, and reached out to take the portrait.

These eyes have a bit of the charm of the Taifu, but it is different, the Taifu's eyes do not have such a sharp murderous look.

Liu Changze put the portrait in the incense burner and burned it.

When the flames danced, Liu Changze thought of Shen Shi's amber eyes, no, not only the eyes, Shen Shi's whole body was not even remotely similar to the Taifu, but he just felt that he looked like a Taifu.

Is this the inheritance of blood?

He looked back at the two lists on the case again, and sneered, "Safflower, musk, and cinnamon, you go and prepare one, I'm going to dig out the account book today."

……

Liu Changze drove a horse in a secluded forest garden. As soon as he entered, he saw that the ground of the main hall was covered with all kinds of spices, herbs, live animals, flowers and birds, arranged in an orderly manner.

Yu Shuyuan was sitting in the corner of the hall, appreciating the withered flower buds, a drop of fragrant sweat dripped from her forehead to her chin, and dripped into the flowers.

Liu Changze said: "It's hot indoors, why don't you go to the forest?"

Yu Shuyuan was obviously obsessed with perfume, but he didn't hear this sentence.

"Speak." Liu Changze looked down at her, "Or did he teach you not to talk to me?"

Only then did Yu Shuyuan come to his senses, and slowly raised his head, revealing a face that was still beautiful, but his expression was a little duller than before. She avoided the seriousness and said lightly: "There are many flowers in the forest, and they will be mixed with fragrance."

Yu Shuyuan shook off the flowers in his hand, stood up, and saluted Liu Changze.

Looking at her gradually thinning figure, Liu Changze felt a little puzzled. He didn't know why she escaped from the confinement, but she was more emaciated than before.

This is obviously very unusual.

He has seen Yu Shuyuan's despair when he was trapped in the Meng Mansion, Yu Shuyuan's collapse when he learned of Xu Qingjun's death, and Yu Shuyuan's conflict with Meng Yangyang when he was in trouble, but she is always beautiful.

Yu Shuyuan's beauty is agile and aggressive. Although Liu Changze can't catch anyone except the Taifu, he will also be aware of Yu Shuyuan's beauty.

Today, however, he felt that Yu Shuyuan had lost his vitality, and lost that glamorous beauty. If he was placed in the crowd, he would definitely lose sight of him in no time.

If you don't understand, Liu Changze is not interested in Yu Shuyuan's private affairs. He indifferently took out a roll of rice paper from his sleeve and handed it to Yu Shuyuan, "It seems that Master Yu is not only proficient in painting, but also has a lot of knowledge in making incense. "

After Yu Shuyuan opened it, he said again: "I have recently obtained a Hexiang formula. I wonder if I can ask Saint Yu for help."

Yu Shuyuan's phoenix eyes suddenly widened, her jade fingers turned white, and the hot sweat on her back suddenly turned cold. She forced herself to say calmly, "I don't have any ingredients..."

"Don't worry, I've prepared it for you."

A lame man with a medicine box on his back came outside the hall. Yu Shuyuan couldn't help trembling when he saw it.

It was Doctor Luo, the one who covered up her miscarriage at Meng Yang's mansion.

He is also the person who developed the breaking guide.

Dr. Luo took out three packs of spices wrapped in mulberry paper from the dilapidated medicine box, vacated the ground with one hand, swept aside the unknown red flowers and green leaves, and placed the mulberry packs one by one in front of Yu Shuyuan.

Yu Shuyuan is extremely sensitive to spices, and she smelled what it was when Doctor Luo just took it out...

Subconsciously, she moved her hands to her lower abdomen, took two steps back, and her breathing slowed down a bit. At this moment, she knew that she was doomed, so she calmed down instead, but there was a look of resistance on her face.

Liu Changze made up his mind, so he beckoned, and doctor Luo walked up to Yu Shuyuan with a limp.

"Ma'am, please."

Yu Shuyuan shrank his hands with folded sleeves, then closed his beautiful eyes lightly, and stretched out a bright wrist.

Doctor Luo nodded to Liu Changze after taking the pulse, and said: "The communication is fluent, like a circle of beads, it should be more than two months."

Yu Shuyuan had guessed it a long time ago, but when he really knew it, he was still overwhelmed and shocked...

The hand she was touching her lower abdomen curled up into a fist irresistibly, pinching the soft brocade clothes into folds.

Still deceiving herself and others in a trembling voice, she said, "Let's have another diagnosis."

Doctor Luo was displeased, but after seeing Master Hou's acquiescing expression, he stepped forward to get his pulse again.

Seeing this scene, Liu Changze finally understood why Yu Shuyuan and Shen were close, but didn't even tell them about the pregnancy, because he didn't want to believe it.

This is convenient for him.

During the two months that Yu Shuyuan was trapped, Liu Changze couldn't find her flaws, let alone search for the account book, and even worried that she would commit suicide that day.

Now it's just that there is nowhere to find after breaking through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

Although this prescription was not helpful for him to find the ledger, it brought him an unexpected joy.

Doctor Luo said: "It's indeed a happy pulse. This old man has practiced medicine for many years, and he is known as a miracle doctor because of his thin face. Although he doesn't have the skills of living dead human flesh and bones, he is more than enough to diagnose a happy pulse."

When Yu Shuyuan heard the word "Ximai", her mind went blank, and she said blankly, "There is a miracle doctor named Luo Luo."

Then she smiled at Liu Changze, opened the prescription Liu Changze gave her, and said as if nothing had happened: "Is Hou Ye going to make incense? One qiantang pear, two cypresses, half beeswax, half Qian Honghua..."

Then Yu Shuyuan lightly lifted the hem of his clothes and squatted down, lifted the thin copper scale beside him, and searched for the ingredients as if no one else was around.

When she was about to reach out to touch the mulberry bag, Liu Changze walked up to her, and Liu Changze picked up the mulberry bag, "Do you want to touch it to tell me that I am not afraid of tire slippage or any threats?"

Yu Shuyuan looked at the spice, his eyes downcast, and he remained silent.

She didn't know what to do, so she could only pretend that she didn't care to protect herself.

Liu Changze unwrapped the mulberry skin, revealing the anti-birth perilla inside, "I know that Yu Sheng's hand-made incense is unique, and ordinary spices can't hide it from you. But because my teacher once admired your talent to reach the realm, I regard you as a seat Honorable guest, I have never made things difficult, nor have I chosen to coerce you with abortion."

Liu Changze's conversation became serious, "But the many courtesies are not to teach you to pretend to be crazy."

Yu Shuyuan's hands shaking the incense.

Liu Changze continued to say aggressively: "If you don't know you're pregnant, why are you anorexic and nauseated for days, but avoid medical treatment? If you really don't care, why are you obsessed with making incense, but dare not touch spices related to abortion! Safflower, cinnamon, musk, Panax notoginseng , You don’t even use the most common woody incense and frankincense! What kind of incense do you make!”

"I don't know..." Yu Shuyuan sat down in the posture of picking up incense. She couldn't stand Liu Changze's persecution, why did she make incense, she didn't want to be involved with Meng Yang, why did she still pester her after she died.Yu Shuyuan's animal-like eyes showed a look of fear. She hugged her legs, shrank back, and suddenly buried her head in her knees, breaking down and crying...

She whimpered out of tune, as if she was saying, "I'm not pregnant..."

Looking at her like this, Liu Changze suddenly remembered that when Shen Shi suffered the death of Song Ge, he was also such a fragile and small ball, carrying unspeakable grief...

Uncharacteristically, he didn't press the question any further, instead he went to the incense burner on the desk and opened the sandalwood carved drawer. There was only one kind of incense in it, which filled the entire cabinet, and there were a few half-burned incense sticks on it.

Liu Changze chose a new one, lit it, and inserted it into the incense burner.

A scent rose from the hall.

This fragrance seemed to have some magical power, which made Yu Shuyuan's crying gradually quieter, but it also made her even more sad.

Yu Shuyuan moved his nostrils slightly, and in the familiar fragrance, the person who made her lose everything and hated him was no longer there.

There is also no one who is completely controlled by her emotions.

Looking back on the past, those lakes and mountains seem to have lost their brilliance, only the appearance of torturing each other with that person, every umbrella that lingers when it rains, every lamp that follows the long night like a shadow, and the involuntary love left in the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month. A pair of resisting hands, a person who can't get rid of on the rough and long road...

Yu Shuyuan raised his head, staring blankly at the stick of incense and weeping.

That is Yuanmeng Pillow.

A stick of dreamlike incense.

"Yu Shuyuan, death doesn't mean the end of the matter. You don't want to know what Meng Yang left for you? Don't you want to really end the grievances of the past?"

Liu Changze said: "Under the whole world, only you can find the account book. After the incense burns out, I will hear the answer."

Liu Changze walked out, and when he reached the door, he glanced at Miracle Doctor Luo, "You ensure her safe delivery, and I will give you the prescription for her legs."

"Thank you, Lord Hou, for your great kindness!" Doctor Luo kowtowed several times.

Although Imperial Physician Kong is good, he is in charge of the Imperial Hospital after all and cannot be dictated by.

In order to cure Taifu's eye disease, Liu Changze asked Miracle Physician Luo to come out of the mountain many times, but was refused. After several inquiries, he found out that Physician Luo had been researching a prescription for legs.

But injuries to muscles and bones happened to be the specialty of Imperial Physician Kong.

Liu Changze forced Imperial Physician Kong and a group of mediocre people to discuss for half a year all night, and finally came up with a method to treat the leg disease since childhood, and asked for the birth of Doctor Luo.

At that time, Liu Changze was still full of confidence, thinking that he had won over all the master doctors in the world, and he would definitely be able to take care of the Taifu's body.

Unexpectedly, the world is impermanent, that year, Tai Tuo died of illness...

In the gazebo in Linyuan, Shun He had already brewed new tea, Liu Changze still heard the woman's grief-stricken voice, he picked up a cup of tea absent-mindedly, and the fragrance of tea floated by.

Not this smell.

Liu Changze put down the teacup again.

He asked, "Where is Ah Liang?"

As for the art of making tea, Ah Liang can learn three points, while Shen can learn ten points.

"Master Hou asked him to send Po Mingyin to Shen Shaoqing."

Liu Changze nodded, "Ice?"

Shunhe: "?"

When did you say it was time to deliver ice...

Fortunately, he kindly talked to A Liang before, saying that there are so many ice cubes in the Hou Mansion, and he secretly sent some to Mr. Shen, no one would know!

Otherwise it will be difficult.

Shun He said, "Send it."

"Is it available here?"

The location here is remote, and ordinary people should not feel hot, so why ask about ice cubes?

Unless it's not for ordinary people, but for pregnant women...

He said calmly and clearly: "I will do it now, slave."

Liu Changze closed his eyes and pondered.

Three quarters of an hour later, footsteps came suddenly, and Liu Changze closed his eyes and said confidently, "How are you thinking?"

"Willing to serve Lord Hou."