Shaodi Chunxin

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month, a snowy night.

The entire imperial city was covered in heavy snow and immersed in the night.

The candle on the table suddenly shot up high, and the sparkle on the wick looked like it was about to burst.A hand with sharp bones held the scissors from the side, and gently cut it off.

The light finally stabilized, emitting a gentle and well-proportioned halo again, illuminating Fu Yuanqing who was sitting next to the official document and was browsing the official document.

Nearly thirteen years have passed since Emperor Duancheng entrusted his orphan to his sick bed. Fu Yuanqing is over thirty years old. Compared with the warmth and clarity at that time, his brows at this time are a little colder and sharper, and there is even a faint Kind of intimidating.

While looking at the draft of the memorial to the cabinet, he considered his approval.His regular script is beautiful and slender, still as gentle as jade.

The miracle doctor Baili Shi frowned and said, "Fu's palm print, please change your hand."

After Fu Yuanqing finished writing the redemption of this book, he stretched out his other white wrist and put it on the exquisitely embroidered wrist pillow, and opened a memorial with his left hand, and continued to read.

Baili Shi lightly clasped his right wrist, his brows didn't relax, but tightened even more.

After a while, he sighed and withdrew his hand.

"May I ask the palm print, when did you feel unwell?" Baili asked after a moment of consideration.

Fu Yuanqing read the memorial and said, "I don't feel unwell."

Baili Shi was startled: "Then why..." You came to me?

Fu Yuanqing picked up a pen and approved two more copies, and asked Fang Jing, who was standing beside him, to cover the emperor's treasure with a jade seal, and then looked up and recalled: "In winter, my legs are cold and numb, my knees are stiff, and I have tingling pain when walking, but this It was a problem that fell in the clothing bureau at that time."

He thought about it again: "The other thing is that I can't sleep well, and I always have nightmares. The dreams are shallow, and I can wake up when the wind blows."

"I used to love qi deficiency a lot, but recently I have been coughing a lot, and I can't stop coughing, occasionally coughing up blood." Fu Yuanqing said, "I have read a few medical books, and it's not a big deal."

Bailishi opened his mouth, wanted to say something but didn't say it.

Fu Yuanqing looked at him: "Why, I'm so sick that it's hard for Doctor Baili?"

Baili Shi sighed: "If a person wants to die, there is nothing a doctor can do to help him."

While he was speaking, Fu Yuanqing had stood up and sat on the couch in front of the window, looking back at Baili: "I would like to hear more about it."

"The disease of palm prints is sick in the body, and it is even more sick in the heart." Baili said, "I have never cared for it carefully in these years... Your body is like a dam, and the yang energy is depleted year by year, so that now it is terminally ill and the medicine is stone. No help."

Fu Yuanqing's expression remained normal when he heard Baili's words, he pondered for a while and asked, "How much time do I have?"

"No more than a month at most."

Fu Yuanqing was startled: "One month... is a bit short."

"Your illness can't be cured, and there is another serious problem, that is, you don't want to live for a long time." Baili Shi said sadly, "You still have this attitude when you hear that the palm print is a matter of life and death. You just think it's a little short?"

"Wealth is in the sky, life and death are destiny. Even if I want to..." Fu Yuanqing paused, "No, I still have to live for a while. Half a year, as long as half a year is enough."

Baili was silent for a while, and said: "The Daduan Dynasty goes down from the court hall to the market. Three-year-old children don't know that Fu Yuanqing is nine thousand years old. The weak-crowned young emperor had to call him 'Father' when he was young. I don't know why such a god-like evil life, the palm print only wants to live for another half a year?"

Fu Yuanqing smiled: "I have my reasons."

"Just half a year?" Baili asked.

"It only takes half a year." Fu Yuanqing replied.

Baili was speechless for a while, and after a while he opened his mouth and said: "The disease of palm prints is caused by the deficiency of yang energy, which is difficult to repair by itself. Your embankment of a thousand miles is now full of holes. If you want to cure the disease, you must first replenish yang. My cultivation in Qingxing Pavilion has gained many methods, so there is a method of harvesting yang to make up for losses, which can be used as a good prescription, as long as the palm prints are constantly practiced according to this method... for six months, naturally there will be no problem."

"Pick up the sun to make up for the loss?"

Bailishi took out a set of jade slips from the medicine box.

That set of jade slips was moist and cold, even Fu Yuanqing felt cold when he held it in his hand.

He slowly opened the jade slip.

Bailishi said on the sidelines: "The Great Desolation Jade Scripture was discovered by the Qingxing Pavilion in the shadow of the Weishan Mountain. My master Tian Suanzi searched through the classics for textual research, and the Jade Scripture was left by the ancient gods when the chaos first opened. At that time, men and women were not separated, and the wisdom of the people was not developed. Only by acting on the instinct of yin and yang, did this sutra come into being. Alas...it's a pity that later generations are disturbed by the mundane world, and gradually forget the beginning of human relations..."

Fang Jing, the young prisoner next to Fu Yuanqing, brought tea into the room, and after hearing the next few words, he couldn't help but curiously raised his head and glanced at the Great Desolation Jade Scripture that Fu Yuanqing had unfolded, his face turned red, and he didn't dare to look at it again.

There are 49 sets of intercourse techniques, including [-] and [-] sets of copulation techniques, and two of them, the female one looks like a man and a woman, and it is difficult to distinguish their gender.The person lying prone on it is physically strong and powerful.

In the first few sets, the female figure was still weak, and her posture was quite common, but the more she turned back, the two of them looked affectionately, with a variety of amorous feelings, and the atmosphere became more and more meandering. In the end, the female figure became more and more spiritual. , On the contrary, the man who lay prone on it was as thin as a stick, shriveled up, and finally vomited blood and died.

Bailishi's words came to the end: "The so-called technique of harvesting yang to make up for losses is to get a strong man to practice the way of the furnace, and then he will practice the palm print with him to extradite his pure and yang essence."

"What about the person who repaired the furnace and cauldron, what will happen in the end?"

Baili saw Fu Yuanqing's expression, thought for a while, and replied: "Picking his essence is equivalent to taking his life span."

Fu Yuanqing closed the jade slip, grasped it with slender five fingers and gently placed it on the small table in front of him, making a soft "Gada".

"Then this is sorcery." Fu Yuanqing shook his head, "I can't practice it."

Bailishi smiled, and looked up at the young and lovely young Fang Jing beside Fu Yuanqing: "This Fang Shaojian, the admiral of the East Factory, is in charge of the imperial prison. He takes countless lives and is also known as Yan Luo with a smiling face. You With such a person under his command, he must act resolutely, how could he soften his heart in front of such a big deal?"

The seemingly harmless young man Fang Jing stood beside him holding a tea tray and blinked innocently.

Just as Fu Yuanqing was about to speak, someone knocked lightly on the door frame.

Fang Jing looked at the people in the snow outside the door: "The ancestor is Wei Longfei, the captain of Beizhen Fusi."

"Say." Fu Yuanqing said.

Wei Longfei didn't enter the room either, and knelt down on one knee, cupped his fists and said, "Hou Xinghai has confessed that he was embezzling more than a million taels of silver during his tenure, and there are other masterminds behind the scenes. He also got half of the account books when he ransacked the house, which is consistent with his confession. Half the ledger is missing. Also..."

"Say it, it's okay."

"When it was dark, Hou Xinghai's boss, Pu Ying, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, invited Yu Shoufu, Heng Cifu and Master Yu from the cabinet to enter the palace together, and made a fuss in the Hall of Mental Cultivation to meet the saint, saying that it was... "Wei Longfei coughed, "It is said that he wants to participate in the crime of arresting court officials by the Fusi of Beizhen, and he will also participate in you..."

"It's only natural that important officials of the imperial court want to face the saint," Fu Yuanqing said.

Fang Jing was in a hurry: "Master, you can't do it. Don't say that this kind of thing should not happen during the New Year's Eve, just say that tomorrow is the court meeting, what can't be said at the court? What's more, there have been too many rumors about you recently. If you are not afraid, you are afraid that three people will become tigers, if His Majesty really listens to it, what should we do?"

At this time, the window was blown open by a gust of cold wind, and snowflakes rushed into the room, wet Fu Yuanqing's shoulders.

He sighed and stood up slowly, his tired brows became a bit cold and hard, and his Taoist robe was blown away behind him in the wind and snow.

Fang Jing hurriedly took a silk Tsing Yi and put it on for him.

Fu Yuanqing casually picked up a cloak and put it on his shoulders. He turned to Baili and said, "You are a genius doctor, and you can help the world with a pot. I have a question."

"please say."

"My own life or the lives of others, which is more important?" Fu Yuanqing asked him.

After saying this, he pushed the door open and said to Wei Longfei who was kneeling on the ground: "Let's go, arrange someone to follow me into the palace."

"Fu's palm print!"

Fu Yuanqing turned his head and came out of the room when he was a hundred miles away and said, "The Great Wilderness Jade Sutra can preserve the palm print's lifespan for six months. If the palm print is kind, you can find death row prisoners who are about 20 years old and young martial arts practitioners to be furnaces."

He lowered his head and bowed: "I will be helping some poor people in Shuntian Mansion recently, and I will leave at dawn, so I will bid farewell to Zhang Yin. If you have other matters, you can send someone to Miyun to find me."

Fu Yuanqing cupped his hands in return: "No."

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