Your majesty, Empress Xianyu doesn't want to leave the cold palace

Bian Zhouzi dragged Feng Ming to his feet.

He put one hand on his hips, patted his chest with the other hand, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't always kneel down to scare people. I'm under a lot of pressure."

Feng Ming followed closely, eager to know the answer.

Bian Zhouzi let out a long sigh.

In fact, he discovered it by accident.

When he diagnosed and treated Feng Yanyan's arm before, he detoxified her every day.

People's heights are different, and people's bones will naturally be different.

Perhaps, that slight difference is nothing in the eyes of others.

But he is a doctor.

He was detoxifying Feng Yanyan every day, so he naturally knew how many feet and inches Feng Yanyan's arm finger bones were.

Although the body shape of the female corpse at the bottom of the cliff is similar to Feng Yanyan, her finger bones are half an inch shorter than Feng Yanyan's, and her arms are one inch shorter than Feng Yanyan's.

It was only after repeated measurements in secret that Bian Zhouzi was convinced that the person at the bottom of the cliff was not Feng Yanyan.

However, why did a female corpse appear at the bottom of the cliff, and why was there also a token passed between Feng Yanyan and Feng Ming?

When he didn't understand it yet, Bian Zhouzi wanted to suppress the matter first, so as not to alert others after publicizing it.

When Bian Zhouzi saw that Feng Ming was silent, he asked, "No news now is the best news. As you said, nothing will happen to your sister easily."

Maybe, the female corpse at the bottom of the cliff was used to divert attention.

After all, it is now widely known that Feng Yanyan's strength has faded, and there must be many people seeking revenge on her in the world.

Today you kill me, tomorrow I will kill you, when will the injustice be repaid?

Instead of facing endless fighting every day, the situation now is pretty good.

People in the world thought that if Feng Yanyan died, there would be no more sieges and murders. No matter where Feng Yanyan was, she could take the opportunity to recuperate and keep a low profile.

And what they have to do now is wait for Feng Yanyan to come back.

Bian Zhouzi's eyes moved and he motioned for Feng Ming to roll up his pants.

Feng Ming obeyed and did as he was told.

Bian Zhouzi looked down and his brows were furrowed.

Feng Ming's knees were really red. Bian Zhouzi held his forehead heavily, feeling a headache. "My child, you can't be so honest. Take the medicine and apply it morning and night."

Feng Ming: "Thank you, sir."

"Also," Bian Zhouzi coughed twice uncomfortably, "don't mention this matter to anyone today."

Feng Ming: "Yes."

Seeing how quickly he agreed, Bian Zhouzi raised his eyebrows with interest and asked, "Do you understand what I said?"

"understood."

"Do you really understand?" The more he looked at Feng Ming's innocent and solemn face, Bian Zhouzi felt a little guilty. He crossed his arms and said, "Come on, come on, repeat it to me. What do you understand?"

Feng Ming was extremely solemn and firm, "I can't tell anyone that my sister is still alive."

Bian Zhouzi: "..."

Sure enough, fortunately he asked one more question. As expected, this little elm-headed melon was not enlightened, and he had to add more.

"Not only can't you tell others about your sister, but I can't tell you about kneeling on me today. This is a secret between the two of us. You can't tell anyone, not even your sister. Do you understand?"

Feng Ming nodded obediently, "Understood."

When Bian Zhouzi and Feng Ming walked to Changle Palace, they learned that Qi Ranran had vomited blood and fainted.

Yu Wenxuan's already red and swollen eyes became even more swollen. Seeing Bian Zhouzi checking Qi Ranran's pulse, her shoulders kept shaking with sobs, and she said, "It's all my fault. The emperor's wife heard me talking about Sister Feng." It became like this.”

Feng Ming watched her cry and shed tears. He was so anxious that he didn't know what to say to comfort her, so he had to give her the handkerchief he found.

After diagnosing her pulse, Bian Zhouzi gave Qi Ranran a few injections. "Her Qi and blood surged because of the intense fire attacking her heart. I gave her the injections and let her have a good sleep to calm down."

Yu Wenxuan wiped away her tears, "Is it okay if you just sleep and rest?"

Bian Zhouzi glanced at it, his face slightly uncomfortable.

He and Feng Ming looked at each other in the air.

As the saying goes, a heart disease needs a heart medicine.

Qi Ranran's behavior was obviously caused by the sudden news of "Feng Yanyan's bad news", which was difficult to accept and caused by excessive sadness and shock.

It can be imagined that what can relieve Qi Ranran's mood is not an ordinary herb.

To avoid excessive stress to the mind and body, it is more appropriate to take a break and have a good sleep.

Otherwise, worrying too much and lingering on the bedside will be even more harmful to Qi Ranran who has just given birth.

Bian Zhouzi made a prescription for soothing incense and asked Caiyue to put it on, which would help Qi Ranran sleep.

As soon as he finished explaining, Jiang Yuanzheng came over and said, "Brother, help!"

Bian Zhouzi: "..."

This was quite sudden.

Jiang Yuan explained the illness in Beijing in detail in front of Bian Zhouzi.

It turned out that the imperial doctor in the palace and the doctors outside the palace discussed it all night and reluctantly came up with a few prescriptions, but they had no effect at all on the patients.

It's really tricky. The strange disease in Beijing is not caused by respiratory infection. The number of sick people is increasing every day.

Seeing more and more patients dying, Jiang Yuanzheng and the imperial doctors were helpless. When they learned that Bian Zhouzi had returned to the palace, he came to see him immediately.

The previous illness in Changzhou and Jiangsu was controlled because of Bian Zhouzi's illness.

Jiang Yuan was thinking that maybe his senior brother in Beijing could also diagnose and treat strange diseases.

After understanding the situation, Bian Zhouzi followed Jiang Yuanzheng to study what the symptoms were.

**

The sky above the mass graves was filled with black smoke.

That's the result of widespread burning.

Those black smoke rolled into the air, swallowing up the originally blue sky in summer, like a ferocious giant beast, swallowing clouds and spitting mist, still encroaching and sweeping.

Standing on the mountainside, most of the scenery of the capital can be seen.

You can see the beautiful scenery, and you can also see the black smoke rising in the sky.

People are afraid when facing death.

Especially mass deaths.

There is no need for death to actually come. Just watching the people around you die one by one will quickly break down your psychological defenses, and you will live in fear and panic every day.

Once upon a time, when epidemics broke out in Chang and Jiangsu, she saw fear on people's faces.

Fear of death, fear of losing their loved ones, and reluctance to give up their lives. They struggled hard and tried their best to fight for any chance of survival.

Today's capital city is even worse than before.

Jiang Li could only faintly hear people's hopeless wails.

Even though she was used to seeing bloodshed and fighting, at this moment, she felt unbearable.

Looking back and seeing the azure figure sitting in the corridor, Jiang Li hesitated and thought about his words, "Jiang Wei invited the owner of Yaowang Valley to treat him."

Bian Zhouzi is the owner of Yaowang Valley, and his medical skills are far superior to Jiang Wei's.

"He can't figure it out."

Jiang Li: "..."

Si Baiyu concentrated on making tea. The tea was piping hot and the fragrance was overflowing.

His slightly lowered eyebrows concealed his absolute confidence.

Originally, the epidemics in Changchun and Jiangsu were tests and suppressions. Today's capital is purgatory.

He wanted them to see clearly how insignificant and unshakable their so-called struggles were.

One general succeeds and ten thousand bones wither, the fittest survive, this has always been the case.

**

Feng Yanyan didn't know how long she had been unconscious. When she woke up, she found that she was in a thatched house.

When she got up, she found that there was an inner force in her body.

It was also because of this inner strength that her life was saved.

Slowly walked out of the room and looked around. It was a small farmyard in the woods.

When she saw the old man in white surrounding the fire in the courtyard, Feng Yanyan understood that it was the internal energy that the other party had given her, "Thank you, senior, for saving me."

The old man in white clothes was sitting by the fire grilling fish. He looked up and said loudly, "Wake up, come and sit for a while. The fish will be grilled soon."

Feng Yanyan felt guilty, "I asked you to take the trouble, and I will repay you."

"Girl Feng, I saved you, but I didn't expect you to repay me."

Feng Yanyan: "..."

The old man in white pretended to be angry and glared at her, speaking in a deliberately fierce tone.

"You're a stubborn girl who loves to show off your strength. You're always eager to take advantage of others. You kid, if others help you a little, they won't do anything for you, but you will feel uncomfortable. Humph, I'm already so old, and I can't use martial arts. No, a little internal strength means nothing. Besides, who would embarrass me, a little old man, but you have to care about me."

Feng Yanyan's face heated up when she was told that, "Senior, don't be upset, that's not what I meant."

"I, the old man, will not guess what you are thinking about as a little girl. You should also relax and eat more when the fish is baked. It is only right to take care of your body and bones at a young age."

Feng Yanyan sat quietly, and could smell the aroma of the fish gradually roasting, as well as the crackling sound of sparks.

"Girl, have you ever thought about the future?"

Feng Yanyan: "..."

"Do you want to take revenge again?"

Feng Yanyan was startled.

To seek revenge would mean to stir up another bloody storm.

Wave after wave, endless.

But if you don't take revenge, do you have to endure this tone for nothing?

The old man in white said in a low voice, "You are a poor child, and it is all because of yourself that you have come this far. Now that you have avenged your great revenge, it has already taken over your mind. The bloody storm will not accompany you for the rest of your life. You are still young. You still have a great time in the future, so you should make more plans for yourself. Have you considered quitting?"

There can be no Fengqi Pavilion in Jianghu, there can be no Feng Pavilion Master, and naturally there can be no Feng Yanyan.

Without the figure of Feng Yanyan, the past has been wiped out, and there will naturally be no more hordes of assassinations.

You must know that it is easy to hide from open guns, but difficult to guard against hidden arrows.

Swords have no eyes. Just because he was able to save him once or twice does not mean that he will have the chance to save him every time.

There are people in the world who are brave enough to assassinate the master of Fengqi Pavilion for a moment of fame, but few dare to challenge the authority of King Nanyuan.

If it is too strong, it will break, if it is too soft, it will be useless, and if it is too wise, it will die young. In life, the most difficult thing to grasp is when enough is enough.

An inch forward is too much, a step back is not enough.

A person should have diamond skills, a Bodhisattva heart, and a plan to retire after success.

Feng Yanyan understood clearly, "Yanyan will follow the instructions of the seniors, but there is still something unfinished."

Once upon a time, she was alone and had no one to care about. When she died, she died.

But now, she doesn't want people who care about her to worry about her.

Now she has family and friendship. This moment that weighed heavily on her heart made her realize that it turned out to be caring.

She didn't feel wronged by being surrounded and suppressed.

There is nothing wrong with people wanting revenge.

When someone killed her, she fought back and killed someone. Now that she is being surrounded and suppressed by her relatives, she doesn't feel any injustice.

But what happened this time was really strange.

Why did those people know that her strength was weakening at this time and besiege her?

Moreover, the time was still when she was tracking down Jiang Li, and she did not believe in unprovoked coincidences.

This siege was like knowing her whereabouts and deliberately waiting for her murder.

The forest is deep, the mountains are quiet, the wind is clear, and in a small home, even my thoughts become particularly clear.

If you think about it carefully, there seems to be someone behind the scenes of what happened recently.

After Feng Qianshang escaped from Nanyuan, she was clearly wanted. Who took Feng Qianshang in? And who allowed her to practice Gu? Then later, when Ranran was poisoned, Yuwen Chen was poisoned, Feng Qianshang was killed, Jiang Li appeared, and she was surrounded and suppressed, this series of things happened step by step, and she didn't believe it was just a coincidence.

It doesn't matter if it's someone else, but Ranran is also involved in this matter, and she needs to find out.

The enemy on the surface is not scary, only the dark hands hidden in the dark.

The old man in white smiled and continued to turn the fish over to make it more charred. Seeing through her scruples, he said,

"Just wait a little longer. Xiao Qi should be back in two days."

Feng Yanyan: "..."

Two days later, Yu Wenyu showed up.

Not only did he appear, but he also brought back very rare medicinal materials.

Preserved by the ice soul box, Feng Yanyan recognized that the ice soul box was made of ten thousand years of black ice. It was used to protect medicinal materials and had excellent effects. It had been auctioned for a sky-high price.

After the ice soul box was opened, there was a green plant inside with white stamens and frost on the stems and leaves.

Feng Yanyan took a look at it carefully and felt that it looked familiar. A flash of confusion and doubt flashed in her eyes, "Is this... pure heart?"

It is recorded in the book that Qingxin grows on the top of mountains in the extremely cold and extreme north, and it likes to grow on the edge of cliffs. It is extremely difficult to pick. Qingxin’s medicinal uses are rare, so many people go there in admiration, but all return without success.

Firstly, it is difficult to withstand the suffering of the cold northern land, and secondly, the cliffs on the top of the mountains are difficult to climb.

Not to mention ordinary people, even those who practice martial arts have difficulty picking it up.

What she knew about Qingxin was from books, but she had never seen the real thing.

At the moment when she saw Qing Xin, Feng Yanyan finally understood why Yu Wenyu collected the medicine himself.

She had previously thought about the rare medicinal materials that Yu Wenyu could pick personally.

When I saw it today, it was really good.

"Yes, this is pure heart," the old man in white closed the box, "Everything is ready, all that's missing is this medicine."

The old man in white clothes was mixing medicinal materials in the room while chanting, "Xiao Qi, it's cold after a trip to the north. Come and warm yourself by the fire."

Mo Ying, who followed Yu Wenyu, leaned against the door and silently held the knife.

I thought to myself, the old man just loves to joke.

It is indeed cold in the far north, but it is summer here in the capital, and the sun is shining brightly.

On the stove shelf, Qingxin also took medicine. After an hour, it condensed into a small pill.

The old man in white put the pills into a porcelain bottle and handed them to Feng Yanyan, "When you go to the palace, take the medicine with you. The fourth child needs it very much now."

"Yes."

Surprise flashed through Feng Yanyan's heart, how did the senior know that she would go to the palace.

But when I thought about it later, it didn't feel strange that this senior could always predict things one step ahead.

In the forest, an old man in white clothes can hardly conceal his immortal spirit. He has a silver beard and white hair, and his clothes are fluttering. Although he has been weathered, his eyes are still not less elegant.

Next to him, Yu Wenyu was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe. He had a distinguished temperament, restrained brilliance, and was as holy as the bright moon in the sky.

Now I look at the old man in white and Yu Wenyu, and then I think of Yuwen Chen.

She remembered that the founding emperor of Beiyu had a compound surname of Yuwen, with a single character of Xiao. Since the founding of the country, he had established the Yuwen family for hundreds of years.