[New Peerless Double Pride 3] Over the years

When he got out of the prison room, he saw the hall master passed out in the hallway.

He has probably transferred all the guards tonight, so no one found him collapsed here in the dead of night.

I walked straight past, then retreated, squatted down, and pushed the person around forcefully, "Master, wake up..."

The other party snorted softly, but did not open his eyes immediately.

Looking closely, most of his face is covered under a mask with red lines like flames, and his lips are light in color. I can't be sure of his current situation, so I can only pull out my wrist to diagnose his pulse.

Pressing the pulse gate with his fingers, he was startled, no matter what, he would never have imagined that the palace master who is usually calm and calm is now deeply injured internally, and it is quite serious.

Carefully withdrew my pulse-detecting fingers and raised my eyes, only to find that a pair of eyes under the mask had been opened, watching my every move upright.

"Hall Master..." I gasped, not knowing what to say for a moment.

He sat up in front of me, "What are you afraid of?" There was no ups and downs in the voice, making it completely impossible to understand his mood at the moment.

I don't dare to answer, and I can't answer. I'm afraid not many people know about the injury. Otherwise, the palace master wouldn't come to ask Jiang Wuque the secret of Ming Yugong alone. This kind of internal injury is obvious, and it's because of practice. Qi, and it is extremely serious, if you use your true Qi indiscriminately, you will be on the verge of death.What's more, he is the master of Qiuhuang Palace. If he is injured, all the enemies will wait for the opportunity to move, and he will be in danger.

So I don't understand even more why he didn't send me away when he was in the cell. The situation like this is clearly to give me a chance to discover his secret.

Then what will happen? People in the world always believe in a truth-only the dead can keep secrets.And the one sitting in front of him is the master of Emperor Qiu, he can still attack people who know nothing for no reason.

"I asked you what are you afraid of?" The second voice raised the question, maintaining his usual calm and soft tone, but it disrupted all my thoughts.

"No... I'm not afraid..."

"Keep your head up without fear."

"Yes……"

Reluctantly raised my head, the first thing I saw was a smile, quite thin lips, with obvious sarcasm at the corners of the other's lips, I suddenly remembered that I planned to take Jiang Wuque to escape, and I also remembered that I was in this I spared no effort to inquire about Xie Xinghen's life experience under people's noses. At that time, I was so senseless and self-righteous. I had long forgotten that in front of this master of Emperor Qiu with extraordinary means, I didn't dare to raise my head and speak without saying a word. Not coherent yet.

Where did the courage come from, let me explore and plot without scruple.

Maybe every time there is no danger, I know that the master of Qiuhuang Palace is moody, but every time he appears, he is never angry when he should be angry, so I forget what is moody.

"Help me up," he ordered.

I leaned forward and touched his hand, it was so cold.

Only then did I remember that he took off his coat and gave it to me, and he lay down in the ventilated corridor for a long time.

I took his arm and carried him back to the study according to his instructions.

This was the first time that I walked out of another door in the hall and came to the vestibule of Qiuhuang Palace.

Compared with the prisoner's cell, the hall master's study is naturally much more spacious and refined, but it is not as magnificent as I imagined, and even a bit disappointingly simple. The room is very large, so it is particularly deserted, and there are not many things. , it seems that the owner does not love anything, and has no interest in collecting anything.

After closing the doors and windows and lighting the oil lamp, I turned around and waited for orders.

"Come here." The voice of the palace master sounded.

I approached and stood beside his desk.

He stretched out his hand, put it on the table, raised his eyes to look at me, and asked, "Jiang Wuque is living a good life now, do you think I am too light on my hands, or is your medical skill really superior?"

I lowered my eyes, there is no skill at all for this kind of question, and there is always only one answer: "It is the Palace Master who will not let Jiang Wuque die, so naturally he will not die."

"I didn't stop him from dying." He coughed and laughed, "Since you are a doctor, come here and check my pulse."

I stepped forward honestly and stretched out my hand to feel my pulse.This matter is bound to happen, and I have already expected that since I have come here, and the injury of the Palace Master cannot be delayed any longer, moreover, he cannot let too many people know that he has chosen thousands of choices, but he chose The most inconspicuous thing is that I treat him.

I treat prisoners, but now I want to treat the palace master.

I also thought about it, maybe he really doesn't have a doctor who can be completely trusted by his side, but I don't seem to be trustworthy either. He doesn't recognize me, so why did he choose me?

"How?" I withdrew my hand and heard the Palace Master ask.

"Blood gas is blocked, and life is in danger."

Raise your eyes, and meet his gaze, cold eyes, more persuasive than imagined when looking directly, but not as cruel as imagined.

He moved the corner of his lips, "Is it so serious..."

"It can't be cured?" He continued to ask.

"It's going to be hard to get a complete cure...but I can do my best."

……

A moment later, in front of the study bed.

I prepared the injections, and the Hall Master took off his upper body shirt.

Pulling his hair in front of him, he leaned over on the bed, exposing his back.

When I dropped the needle, I was so focused that I didn't dare to make a mistake.

Suddenly he heard him say: "You have the fragrance of a woman on your body."

His hand trembled, and he almost missed the needle.

He lay face down on the bed, only looked at the corner of the desk, and suddenly said: "You can't be a doctor even if you want to be a woman, you will see all the men's bodies in the world."

I smiled, and answered the words in a strange way: "When the woman is sick, do male doctors want to take all her medicine?"

The hall master turned his head to look at me, "How many years have you been a doctor?" He jokingly asked, "Have you ever seen a girl's body?"

I didn't answer, the needle that was supposed to pierce into the flesh for three points, once I pressed harder, it penetrated the flesh for four points.

If the gold needle pricks acupoints, one more point will cause thousands of times more pain.

I didn't miss it, and I definitely didn't do it deliberately, otherwise I wouldn't be terrified when I stabbed it, but compared to the person I stabbed, I didn't feel it at all.

"It hurts...does it hurt?" I asked tentatively.

The answer I got was: "No, go ahead."

All of a sudden, I became a little curious about the person called the Palace Master.

He should also be a person who has experienced many battles, unlike ordinary people who will die from pain when cut with a knife, he should also have experienced wind and rain, and there are more scars on his back that have healed over time, but he is no better than Jiang Wuque The flesh looks smooth.

Jiang Wuque never complained of pain, but numbness and ignorance are two different things.

If it really doesn’t hurt——the needle tip flashed a cold light, and I even wanted to poke it down and pierce five points into his flesh, but just thinking about it, I never dared to actually operate it.

It didn't take long, I stopped the needle, helped the Palace Master stand up, and helped him put his clothes back on.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Sun Yingyu."

"Do you know your situation?"

I lowered my head, not daring to speak lightly.

So he asked again: "Will you tell others about my injury?"

I shook my head, "Of course not."

"Then why are you in my room?"

"This……"

"Don't think about it any more," he interrupted, "you won't be asked that question."

"Yes……"

"you can go now."

"Yes."

……

Then came the news that the Hall Master went out to heal his wounds. He went away for several months, and in a blink of an eye, the end of the year and the beginning of spring came, and the end of the year was approaching.

After the new year, I have lived in Qiuhuangdian for a whole year. Thinking back to the bamboo forest in the early summer, I told Xie Xinghen that I would definitely go home to celebrate the new year. Now that I think about it, I understand what lies are. It's hard to leave, but after seeing Jiang Wuque, it's hard to get out of here with a secret.

Because the existence of Jiang Wuque is a secret in itself, he is not an insignificant person, nor is he alone and no one will remember him, he has relatives and seniors, he is the number one person in the world, his disappearance may change a lot human life.

And my existence undoubtedly became a possibility of leaking secrets.

No one will allow me to go home for the New Year, the lord of the temple or the protector, I have already guessed this.

Xie Xinghen has grown a little taller, Jiang Wuque is as usual, the puppet master will appear regularly, and I will also heal his injuries regularly. Fortunately, although Jiang Wuque is a little confused, he has not yet become a puppet.

I think it's because the Palace Master slowed down the progress, and the internal injury caused by Ming Yu Gong is more urgent to him.

But I don't know, he went out to seek medical treatment, did he find it?Has the injured heart vessel recovered, and how much has it recovered?

It has been snowing heavily for the past few days, and the sky has been dark. I waited from midnight until dawn, and Jiang Wuque finally woke up from his lethargy.

Since that day when I was naked and poured cold water, I did not treat him in time, so the root cause of the disease fell.

I fed him a few sips of medicinal soup, some porridge and water, and asked him how he felt.

"It's okay..." he replied.

"Then are you hungry, do you want to eat something?"

"Need not……"

I silently packed away the bowls and spoons, ready to leave.

He got up and walked to the door, but backed away.

"Hero Jiang..." I called him, and he slowly turned his head.

"Hero Jiang, if you have the chance to leave, would you like to?"

He always just looked at me quietly, noncommittal.

I made up my mind and stopped hesitating, "Hero Jiang, if you trust me, I have a way to get you out, and it won't implicate Xie Xinghen. Only when you go out can Xie Xinghen have a chance to leave the Hall of Emperor Qiu."

He remained silent, so silent that one might think he was either deaf or dumb.

After a long time, he said, "I never thought about... leaving here..."

"But you can't stay like this for the rest of your life—you can't, and Xie Xinghen can't repeat your previous life again!"

He turned his head away, and asked after a while: "Why should I... believe you..."

"Because no matter how bad it is, it won't be worse than it is now, and if I really want to rescue you, you have no chance to object!"

I stood up and heard him whispering to himself: "I'm probably the most selfish person in the world..."

"That's right, if you go on like this, you will be the most selfish father in the world!"

……

Leaving the prison cell, he habitually walked towards the back mountain, but at the bamboo forest, he did not see Xie Xinghen practicing sword.

It's snowing all over the sky, and the breath turns into ice.

The whole mountain became pure white. I stood in the mountain for a long time, and the snow piled up on my head. There was too much snow to melt.

I've thought too long about what I'm going to do next to even think about whether it will work.

This is a big event for me. I will become an important factor in changing Jiang Wuque's fate from an ordinary person, even though I know very well that if I want to successfully escape and ascend to heaven, I can only rely on the sky.

And this is the first time I willfully do something, no one forced me, even Jiang Wuque just blamed me more in the end, but I just want to do it, and I stay here, The only thing that can be done.

Returning to Qiuhuang Palace from the back mountain, in the backyard of my family, I saw Jie Xinghen who had been standing outside my room for a long time.

"Why are you here?" I pulled him into the room, lit the fire, and knocked off the snow all over his body.

He still couldn't change his indifference towards others, so he stretched out his hand and handed me a package of things, "Your father told me to give it to you."

"My father?"

Unpacking the package, it turned out to be a brand new set of winter clothes.

I raised my head and looked at Jie Xinghen with a strange expression.

"I've been all over the world," he explained, "Your home is very lively, everyone is busy with the holidays, your father asked me to tell you, when you leave home alone, you should take care of your health, eat more good food, don't miss home, remember to take care Be yourself."

I held the hem of the new clothes in my hand, and slowly unfolded it... It took a lot of effort to hold back the tears that swirled in my eyes.

It turned out that my father did not forget my daughter.

It turned out that I was not yet profitable.

"And this," Xie Xinghen took out a piece of warm jade from his waist, and handed it to me. The jade was inlaid with gold leaf, and the word "good fate" was written on it. "This is what the blacksmith master Jin tried his best to give you," he explained, "and said he would wait for you to go back and marry you."

Marry me? !

I took the jade, and suddenly came back to my senses, the so-called husband-in-law who was betrothed...

"You know I'm a woman?" Surprised, I glared at Jie Xinghen, "Why...don't you expose me?"

But he wasn't too surprised, "It's not a big crime to be a woman, why should I expose it?"

I smiled and went to the cabinet to put away my winter clothes.Turning around, she took an extra purple scarf in her hand.

"You fell in the bamboo forest that day." I handed the scarf to Xie Xinghen, "It was a little damaged, and I repaired it for you, but you mustn't think my needlework is bad."

He nodded, received it, and then said lightly: "This scarf actually has a name, the purple one is called Xing'er scarf, and there is a yellow one..."

"It's Liu'er scarf?"

The corners of his lips twitched, a half-smile, "You seem to know everything..."

I was startled by what he said.

He nodded and took it in his hand.

Before leaving the house, I asked Xie Xinghen when the Hall Master would return to the Hall of Emperor Qiu, and the answer I got was the same as what others said, that it would take some time before he could return.