Moth

The doctors who were invited to the yamen changed one after another, almost every doctor shook his head after taking the pulse, because the person on the couch was very weak and couldn't detect the pulse at all, so he could only stroke the man's heart with his hand In order to feel a little bit of beating signs.

Nervously, Liu Changzhou used his hands to poke under his nose from time to time, and every time he was about to collapse before he could feel the faint breath.He only knew that this person never took his own life seriously, but he didn't know what kind of poison this person had, how long he had been poisoned, and how deep he had been poisoned.What kind of poison can be so domineering, and can consume his whole life little by little like a cannibalism.

Xie Qingyun, who had dark circles under her eyes, knew this clearly.

During the year they came to Huarong, he had noticed every change in Lu Hanzhang.

One day, Lu Hanzhang's hand to carry the cup suddenly became stiff without warning, and the cup fell to the ground and fell to pieces. When he looked carefully, he found that all the distorted meridians near the joints of the phalanges and metacarpal joints were inexplicably missing. , the slender fingers turned into a very pure pale color.

Another day, when Lu Hanzhang went down the steps, his knee joints suddenly became tense, and he threw himself down the steps in a panic. The same happened, and the meridians near his knee joints disappeared.

He watched Lu Hanzhang spend a month getting used to these gradually deteriorating conditions. He knew how much more effort he spent on each movement than ordinary people, and he knew that he should play extremely fast again now. How hard it is to finish a piece of music.But he could only watch, and there was nothing he could do about it.If they never return to the capital to find the poisoner, he can only watch him getting more and more embarrassed every day in vain.

But when something like that happened, how could Lu Hanzhang turn around and go back?

He could only watch all the meridians in his body close and disappear bit by bit.

But this was the first time in so many years that he suddenly fell into a coma.

Xie Qingyun and Xie Yitong, a senior and a junior, were like mourners every day, guarding in front of the sick bed with red eyes like rabbits, annoyed Liu Changzhou enough.Finally, when the naughty Xie Yitong burst into tears one day, Liu Changzhou's rationality ran out, his brows were cold, he picked up the two with one hand and threw them out, and pulled the door tightly.

He looked at the man lying on the sickbed who was unconscious of any reaction, and felt a severe pain in his heart.

That idiot Du Heng once said a very stupid thing, he said: "Isn't it enough to lose your internal strength to him?"

Liu Changzhou kicked him unceremoniously, telling him to roll more crisply.

Du Heng likes to read some scriptures from all over the world all day long, thinking that all the messy things in the scriptures are real. How could he know that the so-called internal strength of a person is actually the energy hidden in the muscles and bones. If he can really lose to him , he wished to let go of all the internal energy in his body and give it to him, as long as that person could wake up.

No one has ever made him so restless.

With the last thought of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, he fixed his eyes on Lu Hanzhang's strings.Lu Hanzhang once told him that the reason he was able to kill Cao Hu and his gang with one string that day was because he captured the rhythm of their heartbeats with the vibration of the strings, which made their hearts beat unexpectedly. Then it gradually became faster with the tune of the piano.A human heart is only as big as a fist, and if it beats too fast, it will naturally be overwhelmed, and of course it will explode directly.

Liu Changzhou tried to tap a certain string of the twelve-stringed zither to capture the rhythm of Lu Hanzhang's heartbeat, and tried to make the tone vibration of his subordinates go hand in hand with the beating of his heart, and be in sync with each other.After perseveringly groping for the time for half a stick of incense, he tried to speed up the rhythm of his subordinates a little, hoping to see that Lu Hanzhang's heartbeat could step on the strings and also speed up.

When the doctor who took the pulse told him that he could capture the pulse, Liu Changzhou almost collapsed.This kind of lost and regained mood came surging, which stimulated him, a big man, to almost shed tears on the spot.He gradually accelerated the tempo of his subordinates, adjusting bit by bit to synchronize with his own heartbeat.He knew that Lu Hanzhang was fine when Langzhong's face showed a very ghostly look.

But then he found that he lost the courage to stop for a moment - as if once he stopped, Lu Hanzhang would also stop.

The piano under his hand suddenly became the sustenance of Lu Hanzhang's entire life. Liu Changzhou gently plucked the strings with his fingertips, as if plucking Lu Hanzhang's heart one by one.After an unknown amount of time, the person on the couch trembled all over, and the heaving of his chest suddenly increased, becoming visible to the naked eye. At the same time, he was so sensitive that he could detect the breathing of a third person in the room.

Liu Changzhou collapsed immediately, feeling as if all the strength in his body was drained in an instant, as if he had just returned from a journey to hell.He glanced at Lu Hanzhang from a distance, kicked the door open without saying a word, and left without looking back.

Hua Rong's frost came very early, and in a casual glance, the face water splashed in the yard was so shameful that it secretly froze into ice, a thin layer attached to the water surface, beautiful and fragile.

Fang Bingbi quietly accompanied Liu Changzhou, hesitantly asked: "Boss, what's going on?"

Liu Changzhou, who was still in a state of confusion in his head, replied subconsciously: "Yes, I like it." After he finished answering, his mentality of slipping out to play without saying hello to him in advance returned to his place in an instant, and let him know what he wanted. What did you say back then.

Fang Bing was stunned, reacted for a long time, and then said in disbelief: "Ah...ah?"

Liu Changzhou was also dumbfounded. He laughed at himself first, then stretched out his hands and rubbed his face fiercely in agitation. After rubbing his hands, he covered his face and did not take it off. His voice slipped out from between his fingers: "Tell those three brothers to get out of here as soon as possible, get out as far as you can, and don't block my sight in the yamen."

This sentence seemed to give him so much strength, it actually made him return to the original street rascal who didn't know the sky and the earth at a lightning speed.

At this time, a yamen servant ran over and said something, and the three hurried to the backyard.

There was still that very strange big iron pot in the backyard. Liu Changzhou lifted the lid of the pot and looked, and suddenly his forehead was smoking with anger - I saw that the green liquid was full of fine white particles, which were closely related to each other. Connected into an upside-down tree, the roots are at the interface between liquid and air, and several branched trunks extend from the roots, and the trunks are separated one by one, extending until there is no extension .The entire upside-down tree had a complete shape and was very beautiful, while the green fur turtle at the bottom of the water was still motionless, obviously dead for a long time.

Liu Changzhou was furious, kicked the bound man over, and said with a livid face, "This is filled with salt, isn't it?"

That kick was merciless, with a sense of venting anger in it, he just kicked the man like a rotten persimmon and rolled him far away, knocking his head on the bluestone board, and seemed to pass out.

Fang Bingbi understood his nonsensical words in an instant. The governor Yu Yan was in a hurry, and it was very likely that someone had spilled all the salt into the water.As for why this is done, it is easy to explain-there is no way out, and the dog jumps over the wall in a hurry to eliminate the evidence.Apparently, what appears to be water for green turtles is actually brackish water in which salt smugglers have dissolved large amounts of salt.The green-haired tortoise is just a way for them to hide their eyes. If the salt content is too high, the skin of the green-haired tortoise will inevitably wrinkle.

Jiangnan and Jiangbei have different climatic conditions. The temperature in Jiangnan is high in summer, and Huai salt is mostly produced by sun drying.But Jiangbei is different. Jiangbei is very cold in winter, and the salt production basically depends on the natural precipitation of salt under low temperature conditions.In addition, Jiangbei is located in the hinterland of the Central Plains, and the lakes are mostly fresh water. The amount of salt naturally precipitated in winter is very small, and there are very few salt workshops. In many cases, it is directly transported from the south of the Yangtze River.

But this method of redissolving salt into water for smuggling is really another way.

Liu Changzhou can almost guess that there must be some black salt workshops in Huarong and some corresponding methods to re-steam the dissolved salt, and the people behind the scenes must have a very complete salt chain.The powder particles on the four walls of the basement of Sanyu Shutang are also very easy to explain - a certain official in Huarongli stored all the salt that was embezzled in the basement of Sanyu, but he was so stimulated by He Yun's death that he felt guilty. Without doing anything, he soaked all the salt in his hand into the water, and there came a destruction of corpses and traces.

As for who did it, the answer is obvious.Apart from Liu Tong, there is probably no other person who has such great power and opportunity to make so much salt disappear in an instant.A few days ago, Liu Tong even called the culprit to come to the yamen to report that Yu Yan was in a hurry, who else would there be if it wasn't him?

Liu Changzhou pointed at the gate of the yamen, and said mockingly: "Go and see how many of the fish in Jinglun's lotus pond have died, and whether they have been soaked into salted fish. Pick up a few, chop them up and send them to Liu Tong and Xu Fu. , ask them if they would be interested in taking a salt water bath."

Fang Bingbi feels that Liu Changzhou seems to be a different person today, and besides his usual boldness, he has added one more thing, which is ruthlessness.That kind of ruthlessness is not naturally reflected in his gestures after he has been the supreme decision-maker for a long time, but it is more like he deliberately forced himself to be indifferent and ruthless to the people and things around him, as if the word love is something The untouchable poison/drug will kill you if you touch it.

After arranging everything properly, he walked back again and said, "Boss Lu woke up?"

Liu Changzhou suffocated for a moment, raised his arms and shook them back and forth, and said with a loss of strength, "Bingbi, I mean if, if Chang Li died one day, what would you do?"

Fang Bingbi fell into silence——Liu Changzhou's question can explain the problem very well. Regardless of whether he lives or dies, Lu Hanzhang has completely become a thorn in Liu Changzhou's side—he never made too many guesses about Liu Changzhou, because Liu Changzhou, as the previous spy, Those who are personally selected by the chief of the cabinet must be the most measured and know-it-all people in the entire organization.It can be said that every choice and judgment of Liu Changzhou is based on full reason, including the matter of love for his children. He is an existence that only needs people's belief and does not need people's doubts.

So he said truthfully: "It will be very sad."

Liu Changzhou was stunned for a while, then asked doubtfully, "It's gone?"

Fang Bingbi nodded: "Otherwise, what else should I do? Die for love? Childish. I think so, at least I will be by her side when she is alive. Will she have any regrets even if she dies?"

Liu Changzhou tilted his head slightly, supported his forehead with one hand, and said to himself as if sighing: "But I can't do it..."

There are too many burdens on him, and there will always be certain moments when he will do anything for what he is carrying, just like when he sacrificed a Wuding Pass for the stability of Qinghe, who knows if there will be similar things happen?The deeper he fell, the more he couldn't bear to see that person being implicated.

Unless they had a common mission, how could he have the heart to force that person to change his original intention?And how could he let go of the burden on his shoulders and follow that person without hesitation?

After all, there is only one reason that can explain all this—Liu Changzhou felt that he was too weak, and he couldn't find the best way to make his sweetheart and his mission go hand in hand.If he was strong enough, maybe Qinghe could coexist with Wudingguan from the very beginning.If he is strong enough, he doesn't have to worry so much, and can easily follow his own mind.

This realization made him feel at a loss.

Guan Yuge is always hidden behind the scenes, and indeed has the power to decide the life of everyone who betrayed Daqing, but in fact, he has no real power in his hands.It is much easier for him to take a person's life without being restrained by anyone than to execute a person according to the laws of Daqing. Then the disadvantage that comes with it is that the existence of the Ministry of Criminal Justice is upright, but he and Guan Yuge have spent their entire lives with each other. It cannot be revealed to the world.

However, if he was given a chance to choose whether to stay in Guanyu Pavilion or work in the Criminal Ministry, he would still choose Guanyu Pavilion, because it was probably the most efficient institution in Daqing.

Liu Changzhou's expression was blank, he poked at the spot and thought about it for a while, but was brought back to reality by Fang Bingbi's voice of clearing his throat.Fang Bingbi winked in the direction of the moon gate in the backyard, and retreated knowingly.

He turned his head and saw Lu Hanzhang standing under the vines of the Moon Gate with only his middle clothes on, his disheveled hair looked extremely haggard, but unexpectedly he turned into a clean and simple landscape painting, thin but full of pride.The completely dead vines are just a bunch of ugly wooden frames, and when they are combined with him in a scene, it looks even more poetic and picturesque.

Liu Changzhou took a deep breath, and wanted to say a few serious words to get angry, but when all the words came to his mouth, he was very useless and turned into a sentence: "Why don't you add more clothes?"

Lu Hanzhang said in a nonchalant manner, "Do you want to know where the black salt workshop is?"

Liu Changzhou: "..."

He gritted his teeth and said, "Do you have the self-consciousness that you just got kicked back by Lord Yan? Which worthless guy just fell into a coma?" He felt that this person was simply too heartless, if he really had even a little In order to plan for the future, at least he should take good care of himself, at least stop making him so worried.

Liu Changzhou's psychological barrier is very fragile right now, maybe he doesn't know what he's talking about at all, so he said almost humblely: "Please take care of me too, please?"

Lu Hanzhang's heart skipped a beat. Looking at his faintly red eye circles, he wanted to kiss him very much for a moment, so he explained clumsily, "I'm fine."

He was like an irresponsible flirt, throwing out a lot of pleasant rhetoric like he didn't want money.He promised that flowers will bloom before the moon, and that the moon will be boundless, but there is no way to promise him a forever.He keeps saying that he wants to stay with him, but he has no way to fulfill any promises in the ends of the earth.

It turns out that there is a kind of love called a mirage, which is so beautiful to see, but there is no way to approach it.

Lu Hanzhang felt that he was simply too annoying, he regretted it, and began to understand Liu Changzhou's difficulties.

So he cut the mess quickly and said: "I told you before that all the salt I bought at a high price on the black market came from a man named Hu Laizi, who lived in Spindle Alley in the west of the city. All the salt in China comes from this person, he should be regarded as the number one salt smuggler in Huarong. If you want to investigate the black salt workshop, you should not be wrong to start with him."

After speaking, he turned and left without hesitation.

Liu Changzhou rushed over a few steps, grabbed Lu Hanzhang's arm, and pushed him against the wall in the backyard.He seems to have been in a state of collapse today, his hands are almost convulsively grabbing his shoulders, his eyes are red, his voice is almost hoarse, and he said hysterically as if he was completely out of control: "What kind of poison are you suffering from? Didn't you say you want to be with me?" Do you keep it? I beg you, if you can’t live longer than me, you can get away far away?”

In the end, his words had completely turned into pleadings, full of grievances and heartaches, and every sentence hit his ears, making people feel so uncomfortable that they wanted to run away.

The butterfly bones on Lu Hanzhang's back were slammed against the back wall. Those watery words and expressions that couldn't bear to look at them killed him more than any poison. s eyes.

Liu Changzhou kept asking over and over again like a fool: "What kind of poison are you in?"

A pair of clean and slender hands came out from the side, and lightly untied his belt, which was pulled to cover his eyes.The person on the opposite side wrapped his arms around his waist and whispered into his ear: "What I love is... unrequited love, don't you always know it?"

Lu Hanzhang finally turned his head, held Liu Changzhou's face, and kissed him on the lips with great care.

On the head of willows on the moon, there are entangled figures in the bed curtain.

A strange feeling mixed with slight discomfort stretched from Liu Changzhou's tailbone to his scalp.Those lingering kisses landed on the side of his neck, softening the iron bones of his body that had been polished in the shadow of swords and swords, making him desperate to stretch out his arms to hug those within his reach even tighter. Who would have thought that this hug would deepen, There is no reason to let go.

He breathed a sigh of relief with great restraint, and whispered softly: "Hanzhang..."

The spider silk wraps around the carved beams and painted buildings, and the cool wind wraps around the withered willows. The reason is always...

Emotions entangle the hero's body.

The author has something to say:

The heroic body entwined with love - Tu Honggang's "Feng Yun"

The hard-fated mandarin ducks in the second volume should be over, so what I wrote is really a light-hearted love essay~~~