BLPSG Chapter 74

 

“…Second Valley Master?”

 

“Second Valley Master, what’s wrong with you?”

 

Although he was standing right in front of him, the medicine attendant’s voice seemed to be far away in the horizon.

 

Wen Qingci came to his senses and realized that he had been standing there in a daze.

 

“It’s nothing…” He smiled at the worried gaze of the attendant, bent down to pick up the fallen green plum, took it to the water, and washed it again.

 

The bone-chilling coldness completely awakened Wen Qingci’s rationality.

 

But the words “blood sacrifice” took away his warmth in an instant, just like the cold spring under his hand.

 

“Oh, oh, okay.” The attendant was taken aback and hurriedly bent down to help Wen Qingci pick up the green plums.

 

The scene on the Yinchuan fell into the eyes of countless people on both sides of the river.

 

And once again reminded them of Xie Bufeng’s strange birth and was called a “monster”.

 

The attendant saw from the corner of his eye that Wen Qingci’s long eyebrows were always gently furrowed.

 

But there was no fear in his eyes.

 

Instead, it was full of worry.

 

…No, no, no, it must be a mistake.

 

Although his left hand was still not flexible, Wen Qingci’s movements to pick up the green plums were still crisp and neat.

 

He had been picking herbs in the mountains since he was a child, and these simple tasks were naturally not a problem.

 

In order to change the subject, the servant said softly, “Second Valley Master, why don’t we try making some green plum wine? I heard it’s not difficult, we just need to dry them, then soak them with sugar and wine.”

 

Wen Qingci slowly nodded his head.

 

But before the servant could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Wen Qingci suddenly look up at him and ask, “Is His Majesty seriously injured?”

 

After hearing the attendant’s words, Wen Qingci may have also felt a moment of fear, but that fear was quickly replaced by worry.

 

…So the Second Valley Master didn’t hear what he was saying just now?

 

The clear wind in the mountain stream lifted Wen Qingci’s half-draped black hair, bringing a faint bitter fragrance.

 

Anyone who was stared at by these pitch-black eyes would find it hard to refuse.

 

“I’m not sure about that, I just heard that he lost a lot of blood, and the fresh blood seeped under the stone slabs, staining the whole area red.” The attendant said carefully.

 

Wen Qingci didn’t know that Xie Bufeng had understood what pain was on the day he “died”.

 

In his memory, Xie Bufeng was still the one who couldn’t feel pain, so he was especially prone to injury and needed more attention.

 

Wen Qingci had developed the habit of caring for him in their past interactions.

 

He was a little worried that Xie Bufeng didn’t have a concept of injury, forgot to bandage it, or accidentally got infected.

 

But at the same time, he silently told himself that Xie Bufeng had already ascended the throne, and there were countless imperial physicians around him, so this issue would definitely be noticed.

 

The two intertwined, making him restless for a moment.

 

Wen Qingci soaked his hand in the cold water, and didn’t move for a long time.

 

“Hehe,” Song Junran’s voice suddenly sounded in his ear, “Well done, you’ve learned to talk behind my back?”

 

He raised the bow in his hand and “patted” it on the attendant’s head twice.

 

The servant couldn’t help but cry out in pain, “Ah!”

 

When did the valley master come here? How much of what he and Wen Qingci said did he hear?

 

As a martial arts organization, Valley of Divine Physicians only teaches hidden weapons and light work.

 

Unlike Wen Qingci, who is a halfway monk who focuses on medicine and doesn’t care about martial arts.

 

Song Junran had always thought that as a physician, he should not only be able to cure diseases and save people, but also have the ability to save his life, in case he encounters unreasonable patients, it would be too late to cry.

 

So he worked day and night to practice his light work to the point of perfection.

 

He was elusive in the valley.

 

“And you, Wen Qingci, have been soaking your hand in cold water all the time, don’t you want it?” After scolding the servant, Song Junran widened his eyes and looked into the bamboo basket.

 

Wen Qingci: !!!

 

Suddenly being called by his full name, Wen Qingci’s scalp tingled instantly.

 

He immediately guiltily lifted his hand from the cold water and slowly hid it behind him.

 

Wen Qingci’s movements were very elegant, but seeing him like this, Song Junran was even more annoyed.

 

There was a stone bench by the spring, and Song Junran simply sat down on it.

 

He wiped the erhu-like instrument in his arms with his sleeve, paused for a moment, and Song Junran directly poked out Wen Qingci’s thoughts, “Don’t pity him, he is the emperor, there is no one in the world who is more comfortable than him.”

 

After saying that, he snorted and said, “…Xie Bufeng is strange in his actions, and it’s a good thing he is the emperor, otherwise with the good things he has done, he should be sent directly to the government.”

 

The attendant found that the valley master’s opinion of Xie Bufeng seemed to be unusually strong.

 

Song Junran played the zither by himself, and the hoarse and mocking music flowed out of his hands.

 

The servant observed for a while and realized that Song Junran didn’t seem to have any intention of dealing with him, so he quickly retreated a few steps and slipped away from here.

 

Just as Wen Qingci was about to leave, Song Junran’s slightly disdainful voice came from behind him again, “Xie Bufeng and his father are really crazy in the same vein.”

 

“…They’re not the same,” Wen Qingci suddenly stopped, and said lightly, “Xie Bufeng grew up alone in the imperial mausoleum and didn’t understand these things, and his actions didn’t hurt anyone. Senior brother, don’t…compare them again.”

 

His voice was still as gentle as ever, but the tone was faintly cold and serious, which Song Junran had never heard before.

 

As soon as the words fell, Wen Qingci held a basket of green plums and left the spring.

 

His hand was always tightly gripping the edge of the bamboo basket, and his knuckles were faintly white.

 

Song Junran: “…”

 

The lone Song Junran sitting there flicked his wrist and completely lost his tune.

 

…

 

A few days later, the dragon boat returned to the capital.

 

Before that, the people on both sides of the Yinchuan had already spread the news of what happened in the river.

 

But when the coffin, covered with red silk and broken wood, passed through the main gate of Yongdu, Chengtian Gate, and was dragged into the imperial city by the imperial carriage, the people were still shocked and lost their color.

 

The sound of the phoenix echoed through the long street of Yongdu.

 

The palace ladies in red clothes were throwing the prepared sugar on both sides of the long street.

 

The gust of wind that passed through the hall lifted the red silk.

 

Xie Bufeng rode a black war horse and walked at the forefront of the imperial carriage.

 

He slowly closed his eyes, and after a while, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

 

Xie Bufeng thought, power is a good thing.

 

Since ascending the throne, Xie Bufeng has heard fewer and fewer evil thoughts in his ears.

 

Most people are afraid of him.

 

But today, in addition to surprise and fear.

 

Xie Bufeng even heard that some people couldn’t help but gloat at this time.

 

“It’s a good thing that Wen Qingci died early before His Majesty ascended the throne…”

 

“The glory behind him is great, but it’s a pity that he can’t enjoy it.”

 

“It’s just a pity for his blood.”

 

The abolished emperor once said what he didn’t want to say through Wen Qingci’s mouth.

 

Wen Qingci, who was originally just a physician, also offended many people because of this.

 

Xie Bufeng slowly clenched the reins.

 

He thought he had already dealt with these people cleanly.

 

Unexpectedly, there were still people who harbored malice towards Wen Qingci.

 

…Wen Qingci is going to return to his side.

 

And he must sweep all these people away before that.

 

The song ended, and the red silk, like a red dragon, swam through the long street.

 

The wooden coffin and the officials behind it disappeared into the Taishu Palace under the gaze of thousands of people.

 

The moment he entered the palace gate, Xie Bufeng clenched his fist.

 

He gently touched the woolen rope on his wrist that was stained with blood, his movements were extremely gentle, as if he was afraid of breaking it if he was not careful.

 

Even if the owner takes good care of it.

 

But after a few years, it was inevitably worn and old.

 

But it was the only warmth that Xie Bufeng could touch now.

 

After returning to Yongdu, Xie Bufeng did not rest, but directly changed into casual clothes and went to a mansion in the south of the city.

 

Not long after he ascended the throne, Zhao Gonggong, who had been in the Taishu Palace for a lifetime, asked to leave the palace to retire, and moved out of the palace to live in the private house that had been purchased long ago.

 

The young emperor in a black robe walked slowly into the mansion.

 

Before he arrived, he had ordered people to prepare a generous gift and sent it here early.

 

The mansion had long been guarded by secret soldiers. On the surface, it looked no different from usual, but in reality, not even a fly could fly out.

 

Just waiting for Xie Bufeng to appear, Zhao Gonggong, who was dressed in casual clothes and had heard the rumors from the outside world, knelt on the ground with a plop, kowtowed several times, and delivered the address he had prepared long ago.

 

His hands were shaking, and the clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat.

 

——Zhao Gonggong has been in the palace for decades, so he does have the ability to judge the situation.

 

“Don’t worry, Zhao Gonggong,” seeing the worry, guilt and regret on the other’s face, Xie Bufeng slowly clenched the envelope with the address written on it in his hand, “I will not disclose this matter to anyone, nor will I disturb them… I just want to wait for someone here.”

 

Xie Bufeng’s voice was very soft, yet extremely solemn.

 

He would naturally not do anything that would make Wen Qingci hate him.

 

But in a blink of an eye, the spring water in the mountain stream was no longer freezing.

 

The green plum wine that Wen Qingci had brewed earlier was now ready to drink.

 

The season outside the valley seemed to have unknowingly turned to midsummer, and the temperature inside the valley also rose slightly.

 

Once you leave the palace, you don’t have to worry about your clothes.

 

Wen Qingci wore a simple moon-white robe with narrow sleeves and used a ribbon to tie his black hair into a high ponytail.

 

Without the obstruction of loose hair, the delicate facial features are fully revealed.

 

The dark eyebrows and eyes on the pale skin looked even more cold and elegant at this moment.

 

Just like the cold spring in the mountain stream, it is cool and gentle.

 

Although he was busy brewing wine, cooking, and tending to flowers and plants all day, sometimes his clothes would be stained with mud.

 

However, Wen Qingci’s otherworldly temperament remained unchanged.

 

The stream and the breeze passed through the bamboo forest together, and a rustling sound came to Wen Qingci’s ears.

 

There was a long table in the bamboo forest, and at this moment he was standing in front of it, practicing how to control his pen.

 

“Not bad, this word is written no different from the right hand!” Song Junran leaned over and took a look, and couldn’t help but exclaim from the bottom of his heart, “I have admired my brother’s patience since I was a child.”

 

Wen Qingci slowly put down the pen, looked at the rice paper for a long time and said: “It’s just the simplest word, the pen control is still a bit unstable.”

 

He had only written a few words when his wrist began to hurt again.

 

Song Junran laughed and said: “Anyway, you don’t really write with your left hand.”

 

Several months have passed, and the scars on Wen Qingci’s arm have gradually increased and deepened.

 

Although his left hand is still faintly painful, he can’t use force and lift heavy objects, but he can already hold a pen.

 

Now Wen Qingci is trying to do simple rehabilitation by practicing calligraphy.

 

After returning to the valley for so long, Wen Qingci’s condition has improved a lot.

 

Although he still has a sick body, at least he doesn’t look like he just came back, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind.

 

If he continues to practice, his hands will only hurt more, not only will it not have the effect of rehabilitation, but it may even aggravate the injury.

 

Wen Qingci finally cleaned up the ink and ink, picked up the medical book on the side and started reading.

 

Seeing this, Song Junran also retreated to his position, picked up the musical instrument like an erhu and started playing again.

 

Wen Qingci: …

 

How come again!

 

Unconsciously, there were more memories in Wen Qingci’s mind.

 

Basically, they were left by the original owner when he lived in the valley.

 

Through these memories, Wen Qingci discovered that Song Junran actually loved music since he was a child.

 

He seemed to firmly believe that the music he played was like a heavenly sound, but the people around him didn’t appreciate it.

 

Seeing Song Junran continue to play music, Wen Qingci couldn’t help but want to leave the bamboo forest with something.

 

But before he could move, there was a slight noise in the bamboo forest in the distance.

 

“…Oh, don’t push me!”

 

The next second, a little girl in a green dress fell out of the bamboo forest.

 

The music under Song Junran’s hand stopped abruptly.

 

“What are you doing here?” He frowned and looked into the bamboo forest.

 

-There are two little girls dressed as medicine attendants, both of whom are eleven or twelve years old.

 

One of them fell on the ground in embarrassment, while the other stood behind her with a blushing face.

 

“Uh…we…” The little girl lying on the ground was about to say that she and her companion came to listen to Song Junran’s music, but before the words came to her mouth, she felt absurd, and finally had to tell the truth: “Just want to come and see Second Valley Master.”

 

“I knew it,” Song Junran’s gaze slowly swept over their faces, not only not angry, but quite relieved and proud, “Qingci has been good-looking since he was a child.”

 

So he has to keep a close eye on him.

 

The two little girls immediately nodded.

 

As they were talking, there was another footstep outside the bamboo forest.

 

“Valley Master, Second Valley Master, you are here, I have been looking for you in the valley for a long time!”

 

The person here is Bai Zhiyuan, the medicine attendant who once stayed in Yongdu, and he still has big and small bags on his body.

 

After speaking, he put the things in his hand on the table that Wen Qingci had just cleaned up.

 

“Hey, why are you two here too?” After Bai Zhiyuan saw the two little girls, he hurriedly waved his hand and said, “Come here, since you are here, let’s take a look at the summer clothes together!”

 

“Good good!” The two of them brightened their eyes and immediately gathered around.

 

The Valley is not self-sufficient, and daily necessities need to be purchased by medicine attendants.

 

Bai Zhiyuan has rich experience in walking in the rivers and lakes, and the recent purchases have been his responsibility.

 

After taking out two cyan Luo skirts, Bai Zhiyuan took out a separate package: “Second Valley Master, this is yours.”

 

“Take it out and take a look.” Song Junran urged.

 

Wen Qingci has been away from the valley for many years, and the narrow-sleeved shirt he is wearing today was made several years ago.

 

“Okay.”

 

Just selling medicinal materials alone makes Valley of Divine Physicians full of money.

 

The daily food, clothing, and use in the valley are all top-notch.

 

This moon-white long shirt is made of real silk, and it shines faintly in the sun, and there is a little magnolia pattern embroidered on the hem of the clothes.

 

The light is not dazzling, but at a glance, people can tell that it is not a ordinary thing.

 

In addition to this one, there are several slightly low-key ones.

 

Each piece is well-cut and comparable to palace items.

 

“Not bad, it looks good indeed!” Song Junran praised, “Bai Zhiyuan’s vision has always been good.”

 

“But…” Song Junran paused as if thinking of something, “Why did you come back so quickly this time?”

 

If he didn’t remember wrong, Bai Zhiyuan had been out of the valley for less than half a month.

 

He almost made the summer clothes and hurried back to the valley without stopping.

 

After being reminded by Song Junran, Wen Qingci found that Bai Zhiyuan did look dusty and dusty, which was quite different from his usual appearance.

 

Hearing this question, Bai Zhiyuan’s smile on his face gradually fell.

 

He pursed his lips and sighed lightly: “…I don’t want to hide it, I did encounter some things when I went out of the valley this time.”

 

Several people sat in front of a stone table.

 

Bai Zhiyuan took a sip of tea and said: “There seems to be an epidemic outbreak near Yongting Prefecture.”

 

“What?” Wen Qingci couldn’t help but clenched his fists and looked at him, “What do you mean?”

 

Yongting Prefecture is surrounded by mountains on three sides. Although it is not large in area, it is famous for its silk industry in the Wei Dynasty. It is prosperous in commerce and trade, and it pays tribute to Yongdu every year.

 

Bai Zhiyuan’s destination for this trip is there.

 

He recalled carefully and said: “When I first arrived in Yongting Prefecture, I didn’t find any abnormalities. But after a few days, I found that there were more and more patients in the city’s medical hall. I asked and knew that most of them were from a small city near Yongting Prefecture. At that time, the medical halls in the city were full of people, and they had no choice but to take a detour and come to Yongting Prefecture for medical treatment.”

 

The medical hall is Bai Zhiyuan’s foothold. Although he is not afraid of infection, there are more and more patients coming from outside. Bai Zhiyuan is worried that he will miss their diagnosis, so he hurriedly left there, vacated the position of the medical hall, and returned to the valley without stopping.

 

“Are there enough staff in the medical hall?”

 

Seeing Wen Qingci asked, Bai Zhiyuan thought for a while and nodded: “Enough, Yongting Prefecture is temporarily safe.”

 

It’s just that the small city nearby might be a bit dangerous…

 

Several people fell silent.

 

In this era, the sanitary conditions are not good, and there are large and small epidemics throughout the four seasons, accompanied by disasters such as water, drought, locusts, earthquakes, famine, and heat strokes.

 

Wen Qingci learned from the books left by the original owner that there were dozens of large-scale epidemics recorded in the history books of the previous dynasty alone.

 

This kind of thing happens almost every year.

 

Both the government and the people have long been accustomed to it, and even become numb.

 

The original owner often appeared in the places where the water plague broke out at this time, either for treating patients or dissecting corpses…

 

His nickname “Immortal-Face Demon” came out at that time.

 

Bai Zhiyuan and Song Junran thought of this together, and couldn’t help but look at Wen Qingci.

 

They are obviously worried that Wen Qingci will go out of the valley and go to Yongting Prefecture nearby at this time.

 

Bai Zhiyuan first said: “…Uh, Second Valley Master, although I have not been to the small towns around, but from the words of those patients, this does not seem to be a water plague.”

 

“There has been no flood or heavy rain nearby, and the river waterways, etc., have not been polluted.”

 

He realized afterwards that he might not have mentioned this matter in front of Wen Qingci.

 

Wen Qingci did instruct them to pay more attention to such things when they went out.

 

So he didn’t think much about it just now, and as usual, he directly said this matter.

 

But now he thinks about it, Wen Qingci’s body is now much worse than before….

 

“Stay in the valley with peace of mind, don’t overthink,” Clearly, this time Song Junran was not planning to compromise easily, “With your physical condition, I’m afraid you might cause trouble for others if you go.”

 

Knowing Wen Qingci’s childhood, he understood why his junior brother was so persistent.

 

But Song Junran really couldn’t let Wen Qing go and take the risk.

 

He couldn’t help but add, “And you promised me before that you would stay in the valley and not run around anymore.”

 

The most important thing is, what if he runs into Xie Bufeng after leaving the valley?

 

Wen Qingci, dressed in moon-white, sat in the same seat, pursing his lips and remaining silent.

 

His long eyelashes covered his dark pupils, making it difficult to discern what emotions were hidden in them.

 

Just now, along with Bai Zhiyuan’s words, the memories of Shan Yu Jian once again flooded into Wen Qingci’s mind, and he couldn’t help but clench his palms.

 

Wen Qingci recalled the piles of notes left by the original owner, as well as his deep obsession.

 

If he were here, would he ignore it?

 

He won’t.

 

The original owner would definitely not ignore it.

 

“I…” Wen Qingci paused for a while, then suddenly looked up at Song Junran and said, “Is it a water epidemic? We can only know after we go there.”

 

In the months before Bai Zhiyuan said this, Wen Qingci had indeed never thought about leaving the valley.

 

But after hearing these words, he gave his answer almost instinctively.

 

In the past, Song Junran would never stop Wen Qingci, but the situation is different now…

 

“Just stay in the valley and don’t think too much.” Obviously, Song Junran was not going to compromise easily this time. “With your body, if you go there, you might cause trouble for others.”

 

After saying that, Song Junran stood up holding his zither and said, “Okay, okay, take your summer clothes and go back to rest. Don’t think about those things anymore.”

 

“Uh… right, right,” Bai Zhiyuan, who realized that he might have caused trouble, hurriedly said, “Moreover, we really don’t know how serious the situation is in Yongting Prefecture. Maybe it’s not a big deal. By the time you, the second valley master, travel thousands of miles to get there, the person might have already recovered!”

 

“Right, if they can go to Yongting Prefecture, it means that the illness is not serious, and the local medical hall should be able to handle it,” Song Junran nodded and said, “Don’t think wildly, go back and rest well, practice your hand.”

 

His words this time were not only to stop Wen Qingci, but also what he truly thought from the bottom of his heart.

 

“You two come here,” he turned around and said to the two little medicine attendants who had just been peeking at Wen Qingci, “Send the second valley master back to his residence. If he runs away halfway, I will have to take back the gift.”

 

After saying this, the two little medicine attendants hurriedly came up and took Wen Qingci to his residence.

 

Wen Qingci no longer argued, seeming to accept their words.

 

However, the uneasiness in his heart was spreading exponentially every second.

 

…Should he really not go to the small towns near Yongting Prefecture?

 

Wen Qingci’s heart sank heavily.

 

He clenched his fist until his left hand started to numb and hurt again, then he remembered to let go of his hand—

 

Late at night, the side hall of the Imperial Medical Bureau.

 

The eunuch sent the piled-up memorials here for Xie Bufeng to review.

 

—The current emperor, ignoring the vast Taishu Palace, has been staying in the former Imperial Medical Bureau all day, which is no longer a secret.

 

Until now, the backyard of the Imperial Medical Bureau is still a forbidden area.

 

After putting down the memorials, the little eunuch couldn’t help but look up at Xie Bufeng.

 

The new emperor Xie Bufeng monopolizes power and makes decisions on his own.

 

Unlike the previous emperor who was almost sidelined, all major and minor matters in the Wei Dynasty had to be written into memorials and sent to Xie Bufeng for him to personally review.

 

It has to be said that no matter how the world talks about Xie Bufeng’s private virtues.

 

As an emperor, he is definitely qualified.

 

The color of the memorials ranges from dark to light, representing the importance and urgency of the events.

 

It is already midnight.

 

Xie Bufeng still seems to have no intention of resting.

 

After reviewing the dark memorials, Xie Bufeng picked up a light gray memorial and started to read it.

 

After a while, his eyebrows suddenly frowned.

 

Clearly just now when reviewing the dark memorials, Xie Bufeng’s expression was still naturally indifferent.

 

But when he read it, his expression suddenly became serious.

 

Did Xie Bufeng see some buried major event from it?

 

The clear wind blew in through the window, the candle in the room flickered, making people restless.

 

The little eunuch’s heart also became tense along with Xie Bufeng’s expression.

 

“You all retreat.” Xie Bufeng clenched the memorial in his hand and said.

 

“Yes.”

 

The next moment, there was only him left in the side hall.

 

The constantly flickering warm yellow candlelight illuminated the memorial in Xie Bufeng’s hand.

 

The black and white words all fell into his eyes.

 

Xie Bufeng saw that the memorial wrote that not long ago, a small town near Yongting Prefecture called “Lianhe” had an outbreak of plague.

 

Lianhe is a small town, surrounded by mountains on all sides and inconvenient transportation.

 

In this era, the information travels slowly, and the population movement is the same.

 

The plague has been raging for many days, and only a few people who have relatives in Yongting Prefecture have left the city to go to that place for treatment.

 

Until the memorial was written, the plague had not spread out of Lianhe.

 

The text on the memorial is therefore as brief as it can be, only making the most basic description.

 

It seems that the person who wrote the memorial didn’t expect that Xie Bufeng, the emperor, would read it.

 

In theory, this is just a small matter for Xie Bufeng, who is the supreme ruler.

 

But today Xie Bufeng couldn’t help but read it over and over again.

 

Affected by Wen Qingci… Xie Bufeng has always paid attention to similar things.

 

When the emperors of the previous dynasties encountered this kind of thing, they would at most allocate grain and money, but Xie Bufeng, in addition to doing so, would also send the imperial physician to that place to assist in handling it.

 

Today he should have dispatched the imperial physician to Lianhe as before.

 

But the vermilion pen was in his hand, but he couldn’t put it down for a long time.

 

The summer night wind still carries a faint warmth.

 

It blew the gray smoke from the incense burner to Xie Bufeng’s side.

 

Just as Xie Bufeng was about to pick up the pen and plan to review the memorial, there was another sound of footsteps outside the side hall.

 

A soldier wearing soft armor knelt on one knee outside the hall.

 

“Your Majesty, there is something to report from Yongting Prefecture.”

 

The front yard of the Imperial Medical Bureau is heavily guarded, and no one else is allowed to enter except for a few eunuchs and palace ladies who sweep and value the hall.

 

And the only soldiers who can freely enter and exit here are those who Xie Bufeng sent to stare at the medical hall.

 

…Yongting Prefecture?

 

“Come in and talk.” Xie Bufeng immediately put down the memorial in his hand.

 

His heartbeat suddenly quickened.

 

The soldier in soft armor walked in, turned around and closed the door, then knelt on one knee again, saluted with a fist: “Your Majesty, not long ago, a suspicious person went to the medical hall in Yongting Prefecture and stayed there for some days.”

 

After speaking, he took out a small booklet full of words from his sleeve and presented it with both hands.

 

Xie Bufeng, according to the position indicated by Zhao Gonggong, sent people to stare at the vicinity of the medical halls scattered in various places in the Wei Dynasty to see if there was any wind and grass.

 

He did not reveal his true intentions to anyone.

 

Just let them stare at this place, once there is any wind and grass, or strangers come and go, all write into a small book and send it to Taishu Palace.

 

The small booklet is densely filled with Bai Zhiyuan’s daily schedule in Yongting Prefecture.

 

As Xie Bufeng flipped through it, the soldier quickly told him the key points.

 

“…Your Majesty, the person who lived in the medical hall is called ‘Bai Zhiyuan’, he did not go to the medical hall to see a physician, but just stayed there temporarily, buying clothes in the city and making summer clothes.”

 

Hearing this, Xie Bufeng slowly smiled, slowly squinting his shallow amber eyes.

 

Joy and excitement, like faint gray smoke around him, enveloped Xie Bufeng.

 

According to what Zhao Gonggong said that day, this “Bai Zhiyuan” must be the “medicine attendant” of the Valley of Divine Physicians…

 

“After he stayed in Yongting Prefecture for about half a month, he made more than twenty summer clothes for men, women, old and young. After he left, we have separately sent people to those shops, according to the patterns he left behind, and copied a batch of summer clothes.”

 

At the end, he hurriedly added: “Please rest assured, Your Majesty, we have given those shopkeepers three times the price. They will definitely not leak this matter.”

 

This is also Xie Bufeng’s original request.

 

He let the soldiers guarding near the medical hall, all the “suspicious people” shopping items, all buy another set according to the original.

 

Joy is surging like waves, endless.

 

“Good…” Xie Bufeng suddenly stood up from behind the case, he smiled and looked at the man below, “Bring all those clothes to me.”

 

“Yes, Your Majesty!” The soldier immediately took the order and turned and left.

 

The next second, there was only Xie Bufeng left in the side hall.

 

It’s deep into the night, and it’s quiet.

 

Xie Bufeng could only hear his own heartbeat, so big that it almost broke through his chest.

 

He gritted his teeth and walked down the steps.

 

Xie Bufeng is restless at this time.

 

This is not the first time Xie Bufeng has received news about the Valley in the past few months.

 

But usually when the medicine attendant goes out to buy, it is mostly some pens, inks, papers and inkstones, or food and drink.

 

This time Xie Bufeng finally sniffed a special breath along this clue.

 

…Maybe there will be summer robes unique to Wen Qingci inside?

 

A little expectation is like a spring bamboo, breaking through the ground in an instant, growing wildly.

 

After a pause for a few seconds, Xie Bufeng suddenly thought of something and turned around, and once again took the small booklet into his hand.

 

He flipped through the pages quickly and stopped at a certain page.

 

This booklet wrote that after Bai Zhiyuan made his summer clothes, he did not stay for a few more days, but left Yongting Prefecture immediately.

 

…In the clinic where he was staying, he met the people who came to Yongting Prefecture for medical treatment!

 

Bai Zhiyuan left early just to make room for them.

 

Xie Bufeng’s breathing was completely disordered.

 

So, Bai Zhiyuan knew that Lianhe had an outbreak of plague?

 

Since he knew it, what about Wen Qingci?

 

If Wen Qingci knew, would he just sit back and do nothing?

 

At this moment, the emotion occupying Xie Bufeng’s mind was actually fear.

 

Xie Bufeng was extremely eager to see Wen Qingci…

 

But he couldn’t bear to see Wen Qingci go on the adventure alone.

 

There was another sound of footsteps outside the side hall.

 

Two soldiers came in carrying a wooden box, opened it and then left.

 

Xie Bufeng walked quickly to the wooden box and leaned over to look inside.

 

Just as the soldier had said, the box was filled with summer clothes for men, women and children.

 

Xie Bufeng slowly stretched out his hand and brushed it through.

 

His chest kept rising and falling violently, and it would be more accurate to say that he was gasping rather than breathing.

 

At this moment, the only thing left in Xie Bufeng’s world was the wooden box in front of him.

 

With trembling hands, he took out the summer clothes one by one and threw them directly on the floor of the side hall.

 

…until Xie Bufeng saw the familiar moonlight and the magnolia embroidered on the hem of the clothes.

 

A tear slid down without warning, wetting the magnolia and hanging there like a dewdrop.

 

Xie Bufeng carefully took the robes out of the wooden box.

 

It’s…Wen Qingci’s clothes.

 

Xie Bufeng had already imagined his figure over and over again in his mind.

 

Therefore, he recognized at a glance that this slender figure must be clothes made for Wen Qingci.

 

“Wen Qingci…”

 

Xie Bufeng’s voice echoed in the empty side hall.

 

Even though he had long been certain that Wen Qingci was still alive, when Xie Bufeng saw the summer robes made for him, his heart felt as if it had been struck by lightning, and he couldn’t help but tremble.

 

——Wen Qingci, is he wearing the same summer clothes as the one in his hand at this moment?

 

After a while, the candle in the side hall went out.

 

Xie Bufeng took the summer clothes and returned to the hall in the backyard.

 

He curled up on the small bed, hugging the moon-white gown tightly, as if he was touching another person’s skin through it.

 

The texture of silk is smooth and slightly cool, like a cold spring sliding across Xie Bufeng’s palm.

 

He sketched it over and over again, and couldn’t help imagining what Wen Qingci looked like wearing this robe.

 

The night is as dark as ink and there is a long silence.

 

It seemed that even the summer cicada could not resist the sleepiness and fell asleep.

 

Only in the small room in the backyard of the Imperial Medical Bureau, a faint gasp could be heard…

 

…

 

At this time in the Valley of Divine Physicians.

 

Wen Qingci slowed down his pace under the moonlight and left his residence.

 

In his hands, he was holding a medicine box full of things.

 

However, before Wen Qingci turned around to close the door, a sound came from behind him.

 

“Why do you want to go out alone in the middle of the night without sleeping?”

 

After he finished speaking, the person who was speaking jumped down from the mulberry tree nearby and looked at Wen Qingci with a smile.

 

Wen Qingci: “…”

 

Song Junran was actually waiting here!

 

“Nothing,” Wen Qingci silently put the medicine box behind him, “I just couldn’t sleep and wanted to go out for a walk.”

 

Song Junran finally couldn’t help laughing: “Okay, stop pretending. You want to go to Yongting Mansion while I’m asleep, right?”

 

Wen Qingci wanted to make a few more excuses.

 

But he didn’t expect that the next moment he saw in the moonlight that Song Junran was actually holding a medicine box in his hand, and there was even a packed bag on the ground not far away.

 

Is Song Junran going to… go with him?

 

“Tsk, how could your Senior Brother not understand you?” Song Junran stepped forward and patted Wen Qingci on the shoulder, smiling and said to him, “Let’s go, the luggage has been packed, so don’t delay any longer.”

 

“We will set off tonight and go to Yongting Prefecture.”