The Story of the Male Supporting Counterattack

There are layers of steps under the bed board, in order to avoid Yu Zijin, Bai Su rolled down directly, fell sore back and pain, paralyzed on the ground for a long time before standing up straight.

This secret room was built exquisitely, a secret passage was dug out of the stone wall, leading to the inflow of groundwater and the circulation of air, people staying inside would not feel chest tightness and suffocation, and there would be absolutely no danger to their lives in a short period of time.

There are some luminous pearls embedded on the wall, although the light is weak, it is enough to see the scene in the secret room clearly, Bai Suyuan went to the first compartment on the left according to the instructions given by Emperor Yuande, and indeed saw a small room There is an altar table inside, a candlestick on the left and right, two unlit white candles, and an incense burner for worship in the middle.

A taller case is nested on the altar, and the upper part is enshrined with a tablet with the words "My Wife Nangong Qingyuan's seat" written on it.

Bai Su walked to the altar and looked up at the portrait hanging on the wall. The bright moon was in the sky, the stars were shining brightly, the stream was winding and winding, and the reeds were endless. The young man in a light blue gown was sitting on the stone, reaching out to catch fireflies. Curvy, leisurely and unrestrained, revealing the innocence and liveliness that only belong to young people.

Bai Su took a closer look at the boy's facial features, he was indeed similar to himself, and knew that it was the original owner's biological father, Nangong Qingyuan. He picked up a flint from the altar table, lit the candle, took some incense, lit it, and stood solemnly. I bowed three times respectfully, and said in a low voice: "Baby Daddy, I don't know if you have been reincarnated now, if not, just wait a little longer, he has already gone looking for you."

After the worship, Bai Su chanted "Don't blame, don't blame", lifted up the corner of his robe, stepped on the altar, stretched out his hand and carefully rolled up the portrait, revealing the tight-fitting stone wall below.

Bai Suqu struck with his fingers inch by inch, leaning over to listen carefully to the sound. After a while, his eyes lit up, and he tentatively pressed down on an inconspicuous protrusion with his fingers. There was a muffled bang, and the two stone walls suddenly cracked. Open it, revealing a mahogany box about two palms wide and seven or eight inches long.

Putting the portrait away, Bai Su jumped down holding the box, opened it with a bit of excitement and anticipation, and saw a gold medal in the box, three fingers wide and five fingers long, with a simple and elegant shape, cold and hard texture, and sharp lines. The three characters "Qiu Shui Lou" are engraved on the front, but only the two characters "Supreme" are carved on the back, which seems to be quite old. In addition, there is a bright yellow satin embroidered with double dragon patterns.

Seeing the bright yellow color representing the imperial power, Bai Su was startled, this thing is probably the last edict of Emperor Yuande, maybe it also has the will of the successor.

Although Zhaohe is the crown prince, but due to the cold relationship between father and son, he was not favored. In addition, Emperor Yuande died strangely.

Bai Su opened the imperial decree with shaking fingers, and relying on his knowledge of classical Chinese learned in high school, he understood most of it with guesswork, and couldn't help being surprised for a moment: "It's so..."

After the two of them worshiped in Lixiangyuan that day, Emperor Yuande took his hand and told about his longing for Nangong Qingyuan over the years. Prince Showa came suddenly and prevented him from continuing with a strong posture. At that time, Emperor Yuande pinched Holding Bai Su's palm, he said something quite meaningful.

He said: "If you have time, don't forget to pay homage to your father."

Da Yong is thousands of miles away, since Princess Bi Jiang is already married, how can she go back without saying anything, besides, Bai Su has already told the truth about her being under the control of Nangong Xuping, Emperor Yuan De said that at the time, The original intention was definitely not to let Bai Su return to the Yonghuang Palace, so the place of worship he mentioned could only be this secret room.

As early as when the two of them were chatting in Xiezhuli, Emperor Yuande had told Bai Su that when he was still the crown prince, he had drawn a painting for Nangong Qingyuan by himself, and it was hidden in the secret room under the bedroom of the East Palace.

Thinking of this, Bai Su couldn't help shaking his head and sighing. Sure enough, Jiang is still old and hot. Prince Zhaohe has always hated Nangong Qingyuan. Even if he knew the existence of this secret room, it would be fine if he didn't burn it down. How could he come to worship? Naturally, he would not discover the secret under the portrait.

As for this gold medal, it probably belonged to the secret guard organization cultivated by Emperor Yuande. At that time, Emperor Yuande insisted on holding a wedding. Su obediently cooperated, and he helped Bai Su get rid of Nangong Xuping's control, and gave him a "life-saving talisman", which should be this thing.

Bai Su held the gold medal between his fingers and played with it carefully for a long while, planning secretly in his heart, after he cleared his mind and got some points, he walked along the secret passage to the exit of the secret room.

The exit of the chamber of secrets is in a bamboo forest not far from the East Palace. It was still late at night, and after working hard all day, Bai Su only felt a tight pain in his chest and lungs. He covered the corners of his mouth and coughed lowly. A piece of fishy sweet.

Finding the nearest inn to stay in, Bai Su followed the method taught by Emperor Yuande, tied a piece of red thread into a strange pattern, hung it outside the window, and then couldn't resist the heavy tiredness in his body, and went to bed to rest.

When he woke up the next day, Bai Su felt weak in his hands and feet. He knew it was the result of overwork the day before, and he didn't care. Yu Zijin was ambitious, and there were countless eyeliners for him in Fancheng. Bai Su was worried about leaking his whereabouts, so he simply went to bed. Not going anywhere in the inn.

The day passed peacefully, and it was not until late at night that someone knocked on the window three times, and then entered through the window.

Five or six men in the same black outfits, their faces were covered, only a pair of shining eyes were exposed, and they were not in a hurry to speak after they came in, they stood against the wall and stared at Bai Su with complicated eyes.

Bai Su held the Supreme Token in his hand and lifted it up. The men in black glanced at it, knelt down without hesitation, and said in unison: "See the host."

Qiushuilou has always recognized its orders but not its people, and since Emperor Yuande passed away, and the supreme order fell into Bai Su's hands, he is now the new owner of Qiushuilou.

Knowing that the other party has recognized him, Bai Su breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hand to signal them to get up, and asked, "Who is the leader?"

A man in black on the left took a step forward, clasped his fists and said, "Subordinate An Yi."

Bai Su warmed his hands with a cup of hot tea, "Tell me the details of Qiushui Tower."

"Your subordinate obeys." He nodded secretly, pondered for a moment, thought about his words carefully, then picked up important things and said them one by one in an orderly manner.

It turns out that this Qiushui building has been established for more than ten years so far, and the stewards in the building will adopt orphans with high qualifications from various places every year, and cultivate them according to individual talents. Although the scale is limited, there are only a few thousand people in the building, but all He is a generation with high martial arts skills, and all the people in the building perform their own duties, the system is strict, and they have their own restaurants, banks and other industries in various parts of the country, even in Dayong. Information on this aspect is now well-known in Jianghu, but because everyone in the building behaves in a low-key manner, no one has been able to see its true colors.

"I see." Bai Su rubbed the teacup in his hand and nodded, "If it's already late today, since you all have your own duties, if you leave one person behind, the others can go back. Wait, it's best not to leave this person alone. He and Showa...cough, the new emperor, have dealt with him before."

Hearing this, An Yi pointed to one of them to stay, and then quickly left with the others.

"What's your name?" Bai Su asked looking at the man in black not far away.

The man in black bowed his head: "This subordinate is ranked ninth in the building, the landlord can call me Dark Nine."

Bai Su nodded, coughing again, remembering the glass of wine Prince Showa forced him to drink, felt a little prickly in his heart, and said helplessly, "Anjiu, if it's convenient, find a reliable doctor to come over tomorrow."

An Jiu stood in the shadow of the room, silent and without any sense of existence, only looked up at Bai Su when he was coughing in embarrassment, and replied in a deep voice: "Yes."

The next day, An Jiu really brought back a gray-haired old doctor.

The old doctor surnamed Zhang gave Bai Su the pulse, while stroking his beard, shook his head and sighed, his eyebrows were tightly knit together.

Bai Su laughed: "It seems that my life is not long."

Dr. Zhang was not in the mood for joking, and his face was full of sorrow: "Lord Mingjian, you have been poisoned by a deadly poison before, although you take the antidote on time every month, the poison has been suppressed blindly and has not been eliminated at all. These days, the crane crest is red, the combination of two phases, more and more cunning and weird, even the god Da Luo can't do anything if he is a little careless. With the strength of a lifetime, I can only refine a few pills to alleviate it, and it is difficult to completely cure it..."

This is almost the same as what Yu Zijin once told him. Bai Su smiled wryly, and asked pitifully, "The soul-destroying—that's the poison I was poisoned with earlier. Will it still occur on a monthly basis in the future?"

Doctor Zhang shook his head: "Duan Hun and He Ding Hong have merged with each other. It was because of fighting poison with poison that day that the host was lucky to survive. But the poison remaining in your body is very vicious and very tricky, and the subordinates are not completely sure."

So the attack period may have to change, from a time bomb to an indeterminate time bomb?Bai Su sighed endlessly, and could only take pleasure in the bitterness: "It doesn't matter if you can't solve it, as long as you can find a way to relieve the pain..."

Doctor Zhang was speechless, thought for a while and said: "Actually, it's not completely hopeless. If there is any antidote that the landlord took every month, can you take out one and let your subordinates study it to find out the ingredients, maybe You can try your best.”

"The antidote?" Bai Su smiled wryly. The antidote is given out in a limited amount every month, so how could he have extra?He leaned against the bedpost and thought, thinking that he might have to find a way to get in touch with Jian Wu, but he didn't know whether she would return to Dayong after his "death".

Thinking of the sword dance, Bai Su only felt pain all over his body. He curled the corners of his lips, put on a friendly expression, and asked An Jiu, "Are you beating a woman?"

Now that he is free, the old accounts from the beginning must be settled in a stroke, Bai Su thought with narrowed eyes.