I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

With the help of the servant girl, Yan Moji's life is much easier.

Although Ji Mingwu was somewhat inconvenient, he was not completely unable to move.Yan Moji found a carpenter and built a four-wheeled vehicle for Ji Mingwu—that is, a wheelchair in this era, and occasionally pushed Ji Mingwu out for a walk.

Ji Mingwu didn't care about the face problem, and let Yan Moji toss about it. It was rare that Yan Moji was not busy with Shijinshi but was with him all day, and he was also happy to get close to Aji.

When Yan Moji pushed Ji Mingwu out to play, he also inspected the catering industry in the capital by the way, planning what would be the best way to start with assorted restaurants in the capital in the future.

Such a relaxed and happy day did not last long, and when Yan Mojian came next time, he brought a piece of bad news.

"Didn't you find the antidote for Ruxin?"

Yan Moji shook his hand slightly, took a light breath, and reconfirmed, "Is it that I haven't found it yet, or can't I find it?"

Yan Mojian was silent for a while, and then said again: "The senior officials of Jinxiumen have all been interrogated, and they all confessed that Ruxin was prepared by the owner of Jinxiumen, and they never let others know about the preparation process; moreover, these senior officials have also been hit. The dilute Ruxin is firmly held in the hands of the master of Jinxiu Sect."

After confirming that the owner of the Jinxiu Gate was dead, these people wanted an antidote more than the court.

"And judging from the dust on the poison-making tools, it should have been more than ten years since no new poison was made."

——In other words, it is very likely that the master of Jinxiu Sect has no way to make poison himself now.

Yan Mojian carefully looked at his younger brother, for fear that Yan Moji would collapse because of this.

Yan Moji was in a good mood.

His initial collapse had already been vented when he reunited with Ji Mingwu. After this momentary shock, the resilience in his bones came out.

——Since Yan Xiang had cured Ru Xin back then, it means that Ru Xin must have an antidote!

"The owner of the Green Mulberry Valley has arrived in the capital a few days ago, and he has diagnosed those who were poisoned, but there is no good way."

Yan Moji nodded, understanding why Feng Wenlan wasn't here these few days, he must have gone to visit the elders of the master.

He looked down at Ji Mingwu beside him, and saw that his black eyes were only worried about himself, without the slightest fear of the poison, and he couldn't help feeling warm in his heart.

He patted Ji Mingwu's left hand, indicating that he was not that fragile, walked up to Ji Mingwu and sat down, poured a cup of tea for Yan Mojian: "Is there any other news?"

Yan Mojian sat down, holding the tea that his younger brother poured for him, seeing that Yan Moji didn't look like he couldn't bear it, he was relieved: "In the secret room of the master of the Jinxiu Gate, I found some drugs that make poison. As for the tools and medicinal materials, according to what the owner of the Green Mulberry Valley said, these medicinal materials still lack a taste core, without the core, there will be no Ruxin."

"At the beginning, Prime Minister Yan... the message left by his grandfather said that to detoxify Ruxin, we should start with the raw materials used to control Ruxin?" Yan Moji poured another cup for Ji Mingwu, "Brother, have you tried it?"

Yan Mojian took a sip of tea and nodded: "Those medicinal materials have been tried by those high-level people in Jinxiumen who have been infected with the dilution child's heart, and they have no detoxification effect."

"In other words, the most critical core of the missing taste is the antidote?" Yan Moji fell into deep thought.

"Now those high-level officials who have been captured in Jinxiu Gate are about to take their medicines regularly, and they are more anxious than us to get the antidote." Yan Mojian shook his head and sighed, "No one knew about it."

——It’s really a leopard tire Yijin pill...

Yan Moji pondered for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Yang Tayan must know what the antidote is!"

Yan Mojian was slightly taken aback: "Yang Tayan? The master of the civilian hall who escaped?"

"Yes! Did the court catch him?"

A strange look suddenly appeared on Yan Mojian's face: "Your Majesty has issued a private order to prohibit officers and soldiers from hunting down Yang Tayan. If you encounter them, you only need to persuade Yang Tayan to return to the palace. If Yang Tayan refuses, you must not stop him."

Yan Moji's blood froze immediately, and he couldn't believe it: "Why?"

Yan Mojian shook his head: "Your Majesty never said it, but you can speculate..."

He gently put down the teacup, and lowered his voice a bit: "So when the Empress Dowager followed the late Emperor, she only gave birth to her Majesty's son for the late Emperor. It is said that she gave birth to a second son 16 years ago, but the second son died early, so the Empress Dowager lost her son. After that, he was depressed and unhappy, and died of illness early."

Yan Moji suddenly understood: "Yang Tayan is the prince? Then why is he in Jinxiumen?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he thought of the answer himself.

Hua Chongyu once said that Yang Tayan's talent is no less than that of his martial brother. Such a talented martial arts genius, with the temperament of the master of Jinxiu Sect, how could he not be firmly controlled by him? where?

If Yang Tayan is the prince, and His Majesty has feelings of guilt towards this younger brother, it is indeed impossible to force the court to hunt him down—if you want to hunt him down, you probably won't be able to catch up.

Yan Moji already sensed that young man's fox-like cunning under his cold appearance.

"One more thing..." Yan Mojian hesitated for a moment, and seeing that Yan Moji looked okay, he opened his mouth carefully, "I have some clues about your abduction back then."

Yan Moji was taken aback, if he hadn't brought it up now, he would have forgotten that Yuanzheng was abducted when he was a child.

"The one who ordered someone to steal you from Yan's house in the capital..." Yan Mojian's expression turned serious, and he whispered, "It was grandfather."

Yan Moji blinked, a little dazed: "Grandfather?"

——Yan Xiang?

"Well, after the Yan family's ancestral house was taken back, I found out during my investigation of the account books that my grandfather once sought out a gangster and asked him to temporarily take away his second grandson and send him to Qingzhou to take shelter under Hua Chongyu's family. I think he was referring to you. "

"Take away and resettle..." Yan Moji chewed the word, "That is to say, grandpa didn't want to sell me?"

"That's natural! You were sold later, and there must have been a mistake later."

Yan Moji tried his best to recall the memory of the original body, and found in the fragments of the memory that the original body was abducted by someone, and the person who abducted him fought with someone else, so he took advantage of the chaos to escape , but fell into the hands of Ren Yazi and was sold to the town where Ji Mingwu's hometown is.

"But...why would grandfather take away his own grandson in this way?"

Yan Mojian couldn't understand this.He searched through all the notes left by Yan Xiang, but he couldn't find any clues.

At that time, the Yan family was in full swing, and the late emperors had plundered its edge. When the master of the Jinxiu Sect married into the Yan family, he had not yet broken through the realm of a master, and followed the rules to hide his identity.

With such power, why did Yan Xiang send him to Tie Yu Scholar as if he wanted to expel his grandson?

But Yan Moji doesn't care too much about this now, he just wants to know where the antidote is for Ruxin.

——If Yang Tayan can't get through here, what else can he do?

...

When Yan Moji absent-mindedly pushed Ji Mingwu away in the backyard, he was still thinking about this question.

In the past few days, he accompanied Ji Mingwu every day, and he would also find time to listen to Feng Wenlan and Yan Mojian's discussion on the antidote to Ruxin, and sort out all the information he got at night, as well as what he could recall. All the actions and actions of Yang Tayan and the master of Jinxiu Sect who got up, carefully analyzed all possibilities.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Ji Mingwu glanced at him slightly sideways, a trace of worry flashed across his handsome face: "Ah Ji."

With the help of Shen Kunxiao, his childlike heart can be suppressed for a year and a half. There is no need for Ah Ji to waste sleep and food in search of an antidote.

Yan Moji blinked, came back to his senses, met Brother Wu's eyes, lowered his head and smiled reassuringly: "Brother Wu, don't worry."

He knew that Ji Mingwu was worried that he would be too crazy to bear the collapse.

Yan Moji bent down, stretched out his arms and gently wrapped them around Ji Mingwu's shoulders and neck, and whispered in Ji Mingwu's ear: "We want to grow old together. Brother Wu, you said, I can do whatever I want What to do, right? What I want to do most now is to help you find the antidote."

Ji Mingwu looked at him, sighed slightly in his heart, just as he had some other thoughts, Yan Moji suddenly bit his ear: "Brother Wu, no matter what, you'd better not have any crooked thoughts about leaving first !"

Feeling the tingling and wetness coming from the earlobe, Ji Mingwu was slightly absent-minded, and when he came back to his senses, the thought just now was bitten away by this bite, showing a trace of helplessness: "I know."

Yan Moji didn't want to work hard to find the antidote, but Ji Mingwu ran away because of some bloody reasons!

After sending Ji Mingwu back to his room, Yan Moji suddenly remembered the Moyu lock he got from the master of the Jinxiu Gate. He showed it to Yan Mojian before, but Yan Mojian didn't see anything, so he threw it in the bag up.

Wanting to take it out again this time to make sure, Yan Moji went to dig through the bag, and suddenly found that in that bag, besides the exquisite black jade lock, there was also a small and exquisite silver knife.

—Where did this thing come from?Didn't seem to be in the bag before?

Yan Moji picked it up in surprise, looked carefully, and thought for a long time, the expression on his face suddenly froze.

He suddenly remembered what the knife was for.

After he was captured by the master of the Jinxiu Gate, the master of the Jinxiu Gate took away a small bowl of his blood to verify his identity.At that time, Yang Tayan cut his wrist with a silver knife.

Yang Tayan's silver knife...?

Yan Moji raised the silver knife and watched it glow coldly under the candlelight, thoughts in his mind suddenly moved, making him vaguely feel that he should get to the point.

——The head of the Jinxiu Gate sent a master of the virtual movement to fight, and even personally, just to bring himself back to the capital;

——After being poisoned by Brother Wu, the master of the Jinxiu Gate returned to the capital, and the poison was cleared, at least in her own opinion;

——More than ten years ago, Yan Xiang personally entrusted someone to take the original body away from Yan's house;

——Ru Xin has not produced new drugs for more than ten years;

……

After being dazed for a long time, Yan Moji slowly raised his arm, carefully examining his wrist.

The wrist that was scratched by Yang Tayan had already healed, and there was not a trace of scar left; through his white and tender wrist, Yan Moji seemed to be able to see the blood in his veins rushing to his whole body with the beating of his heart.

Along with Yan Moji's faster and faster heartbeat, the blood washed shock and joy all over his body, making his eyes brighter than the candlesticks on the table in the night.