"It's dry and dry, so be careful with the candles. Young man, go home and rest early. Don't let your family worry."

"Okay, thank you, uncle."

At the first watch of the day, the old and feeble watchman, holding a white paper lantern, passed by the oncoming traces.

Chen Ji held the sleeping Wu Yun in his arms with his left hand and a jar of wine with his right hand as he walked through Anxi Street and pushed open the wooden door of Taiping Medical Center a crack.

He was stunned for a moment. There was an orange light in the room shining through the crack of the door, like a rare warmth in this winter.

Behind the counter, Old Man Yao was playing with the abacus and keeping accounts. The crow, which he hadn't seen for a long time, returned to the hospital and stood on his shoulder.

Old Man Yao raised his eyes and scanned the traces, and asked calmly: "Why didn't you shout "Come back today"?"

Chen Ji walked in with a smile: "Uncle Crow, long time no see." Crow raised his wings as a greeting.

Old Man Yao looked at the wine jar in Chen Ji's hand, with an unclear expression in his eyes: "Don't go fetching water tomorrow morning."

Chen Ji put the wine jar on the counter and asked curiously, "Why?"

Old Man Yao said casually: "Remember from now on, don't go to the City God's Temple after killing someone, don't look into the well, it's bad feng shui."

Chen Ji was slightly startled. Although he didn't know what he meant, he still responded: "Okay." Old Yao asked, "Do you regret it?"

Chen Ji thought for a while: "I don't regret it."

It turns out that Old Man Yao didn't sleep. It was because the other party knew what he had experienced tonight, so he was waiting for him.

It was just like the feeling he had when he first stepped into Taiping Medical Center, as if he could temporarily forget and let go of everything outside as soon as he stepped in.

Although this mean old doctor's blood is cold, his heart is warm.

Old man Yao opened the mud seal of the wine jar, smelled the taste and frowned: "How many worries do you have to buy such a strong wine? Go get two bowls."

Chen Ji said "oh" and went to the kitchen to get two pottery bowls.

Old Man Yao poured himself a small amount from the bottom of the bowl, brought it to his mouth and slowly took a sip. Chen Ji asked curiously: "Master also drinks? I thought you never drank." Old Man Yao looked at the lanterns on the counter. : "I loved drinking when I was young, but then I stopped drinking." Chen Ji was puzzled: "Why didn't you drink anymore?"

Old Yao thought for a while: "As I get older, drinking wine tastes a bit bitter."

He lowered his head and looked at the wine at the bottom of the bowl swaying in the light: "The longer I live, the more I feel that fate plays tricks on people. Time? Fate? To kill this person tonight, the key is not whether the princess will know the truth, but you Can I get over the hurdle in my heart?"

Chen Ji remained silent.

Old Man Yao looked at him: "But fortunately, you finally understand a truth: Those who can't give up anything can't change anything."

Chen Ji thought about this sentence seriously, and then poured himself a bowl of wine, not much, just a shallow bottom.

He took a sip, and then let out a breath of alcohol as strong as a knife.

At this time, Wuyun also woke up. He put his head in and took a sip of the wine in the old bowl. It was so spicy that he stuck out his tongue, making the crow point its wings at it and laugh silently.

The dark cloud became angry and chased the crow in the house.

Old Man Yao watched the cats and birds tossing around and asked casually: "Now that you have the ice flow of Concubine Jing and Concubine Yun, you can get two ginseng sticks a day. With such progress in practice, are you not afraid of the Golden Pig becoming suspicious?"

Chen Ji thought for a while and explained: "Master, I can't wait any longer."

Concubine Jing and Concubine Yun gave Bingliu more than anyone else had given him before. Roughly calculated, it was enough to digest more than twenty ginseng roots. It's a pity that Liu Ge always resigned and went home, so there was no Bingliu. Otherwise, it would be enough to digest more than twenty ginseng roots. The ice currents generated by Chaoge Lao at that time were probably more than those of the two princes and concubines combined.

Old Man Yao sighed: "The most fearful thing about a tiger is impatience. If people find out the clues, the world will not tolerate you."

Chen Ji replied: "Master, I have the practice method given by the Secret Service as a cover. Even if the Golden Pig finds out that there is a problem with my practice speed, it will not know that I have practiced the tiger method. In addition, in this world, people can be firmly tied to The only things we have together are interests. Although I don’t know what the Golden Pig is doing dormant in the Secret Service, but it must be something big.”

Chen Ji continued: "He needs strength. The faster I practice, the more inseparable he will be from me. If I were to name one person who least wants me to die, it would be him."

Old Man Yao raised his eyebrows: "What should you do if you wait until he finishes the matter and no longer needs you?"

A mist flashed across Chen Ji's eyes, and he whispered: "That time will never happen." Old Yao looked at him seriously for a moment, and then said happily: "Finally, you are no longer a foreigner."

Chen Ji's eyes were fixed, and these words seemed to have great weight.

The old imperial doctor and the immature young man looked at each other across the counter, breaking through the window paper for the first time.

Chen Ji once thought that Old Man Yao probably knew that he came from the forty-ninth heaven, so the other party did not question him when his personality changed drastically.

On the night when I first arrived, the other party said that he went to the Zhou Mansion because he had calculated a "lucky divination". But looking back now, the other party was more likely to be worried that he would not be able to find a home and become a lonely ghost, so he went to take him home.

If Old Man Yao didn't take him that night, he would leave the Zhou Mansion without knowing where to go.

Old Yao sighed with emotion: "I don't know where you lived before, but you actually developed a naturally compassionate heart. But in this world, good people don't live long. Now your blood has cooled down, very good. Otherwise, I would be worried about you walking ahead of me."

Chen Ji remained silent.

Old Man Yao looked at him and said, "But I have one more thing to say to you."

Chen Ji asked: "What are you talking about?"

Old Man Yao said slowly: "The blood may be cold, but the heart must be warm."

The same eight words were spoken by Master in a different order.

"It's time to give this to you," Old Man Yao took out an object from his sleeve, put it on the counter and pushed it in front of Chen Ji.

Chen Ji took it in his hand and saw that it was an ivory white waist plate engraved with Bagua pictures. There was not a single word on the waist plate, only three hexagrams.

He was puzzled: "Master, what is this?"

Old Man Yao said casually: "I didn't want to give it to you originally, because I was afraid that you would die faster if you took it. As for what it is, I can't say, and I don't want to say. You are a smart man. When you can use it one day, you Naturally you will understand."

Chen Ji asked again: "Why are there only three hexagrams on this waist card?"

Old Man Yao said casually: "Open the door, close the door, give birth to the door, and Sanjimen. It doesn't matter, it's just for good luck."

Chen Ji groaned and put the badge into his arms: "Master..."

Old Yao waved his hand impatiently: "I don't have time to chat with you, I'm going back to sleep. Again, there is no need to fetch water tomorrow morning, and don't crow like a rooster every day, disturbing my old man's sleep." Chen Ji: "... "

Old Yao drank all the wine in the bowl, then looked at Chen Ji: "Why don't you drink the wine you bought?"

Chen Ji was startled for a moment: "Master, I didn't buy this wine to drink." Old Yao was suspicious: "Isn't it just to drink away your sorrows?"

Chen Ji didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He went to the kitchen to get charcoal. After crushing it, he mixed it with Shaodaozi liquor and spread it out, waiting for it to evaporate: "Master, this process is to purify the charcoal and let the content in the charcoal... Anyway, it is to make what you said. A strong and domineering thing."

Old Yao's eyes widened, then he rolled up his sleeves and walked to the backyard: "I don't need to worry about you!"

Chen Ji smiled and concentrated on crushing all the black charcoal, mixing it with the spirits, and then spreading it out to dry.

Wait until everything is done.

He silently blew out the oil lamp and sat alone behind the counter in a daze, letting the darkness submerge him.

+4-484 Daybreak.

The smell of early morning water floated in the mist, as if soft moss had grown in the air.

Chen Ji led the war horse tied to the apricot tree and walked into the mist on the bluestone road. The clatter of the horse's hooves echoed far away and echoed in the empty street.

He first went to the East Market and bought some snacks from Zhengxinzhai before leaving through the South City Gate and heading all the way to the Liu family mansion.

Now that Concubine Yun is gone, the Secret Service will naturally be unable to use evidence to crucify Prince Jing. Presumably, they will have no choice but to release the prince and the princess under house arrest for a while longer.

However, when Chen Ji came to the Liu family's mansion and looked at the red lacquer door, he hesitated after all.

On the way here, he only thought about finally saving Prince Jing's Mansion, but when he got to the door, he stayed away.

Chen Ji was silent for a moment, then finally jumped off the horse and knocked on the door.

With a creak, the red lacquer door opened a crack from the inside, and a young spy poked his head out. When he saw the traces, he asked doubtfully: "Master Chen, why are you here?"

Chen Ji handed out the snacks and said, "Please send it to Prince Jing, I won't go in." The spy said, "Mr. Chen, this thing was sent to the wrong place."

Chen Ji frowned slightly: "What do you mean? Did Mr. Golden Pig explain anything?"

The secret agent knew that Chen Ji was a popular person around Jin Zhu and had made great achievements many times. He might one day become a high-level secret agent of Hai Dongqing level, so he hurriedly explained: "Early this morning, Master Bailong has led people to capture Prince Jing.

Your Majesty, the princess is taking you to the inner prison. So this snack of yours should be sent to the inner prison."

Chen Ji asked calmly: "Why did Master Bailong take them to the inner prison?" The secret spy smiled and said, "I don't know about this humble position. I'm afraid you have to go to the inner prison to see for yourself."

Chen Ji stood in front of the door without saying a word for a long time. The manic cold wind blew in and blew his hair to the east.

Chen Ji threw the snacks in front of the door, got on his horse, tightened the reins and turned the horse's head, lowered his body and galloped towards the inner prison.

He suddenly remembered what Jin Zhu had said. If the most powerful person in the Ning Dynasty wanted Prince Jing to die, then he must die. This was the general trend.

Chen Ji finally understood.

Now that the Secret Service is on the verge of action, they have no choice but to take action. Without Concubine Yun, they will also fabricate other evidence until Prince Jing is completely dead and there will be no further trouble.

Prince Jing believed in the wrong person, so he died, but what about the prince and Bai Li? Chen Ji dismounted in front of the inner prison door, calmed his breathing, and then knocked on the iron door slowly.
Chapter completed!