Li Xin'an's fever lasted for five days before he could barely get out of bed.
For five days, Wu Xiangan took care of him, and so did Uncle Fu. He even ignored the daily affairs of Xueyitang and moved directly next door to Li Xin'an, for fear that something might happen to him.
Li Xin'an's illness had a very strange temperature and came out of nowhere. When Wu Xiang called for a doctor, the doctor hurried over and took a pulse. He was so scared that he collapsed on the ground and said that he had been practicing medicine for more than 30 years.
I have never seen such a disordered pulse condition. I am afraid that the young master is not going to die soon.
Then Uncle Fu pinched his neck expressionlessly and said to Wu Xiang, "Change him."
Three doctors in a row died in order to cure Li Xin'an. When the fourth doctor arrived in fear, Li Xin'an's body temperature dropped strangely and his pulse became stable. The doctor was overjoyed.
This is an ordinary fever, I know how to treat it! I hurriedly prescribed the medicine and went to the accounting office to collect the reward.
In the past five days, his eldest brother Li Xiu had visited Li Xin'an once, which was regarded as representing Li Linfu. Li Xin'an didn't care about this. The only thing that made him regretful was that the ritual ceremony in the palace had been completed, and the seventh sister returned to Lushan. He did not
Can we meet again.
But according to Wu Xiang, the seventh sister said a harsh word before leaving: Let that boy Li Xin'an wait, I will have to deal with him sooner or later!
When Li Xin'an learned the news, she smiled bitterly for a long time. It was not a pleasant feeling to be stared at by the seventh sister.
"Master." Wu Xiang walked into the room, holding a bowl of soup in his hand, "Drink the newly made Tremella and Lotus Seed Soup."
Li Xin'an wrapped herself in a quilt and leaned against the wall. She took the bowl of soup unhappily and said, "I'm fine. Why aren't you letting me out?"
"Both Master and Uncle Fu have said that you will not be allowed to leave the room until you are completely recovered."
"But it's strange that I can get better if I stay bored in the house every day!"
"Then...you go to the yard to relax?"
"Go away, what's the use of going to the yard!" Li Xin'an sighed, "I want to go to the master's place. I just finished my apprenticeship. I should go and wait every day, but the person disappeared the next day. This
What is it called?"
"Speaking of Mr. Pei Min, I have a message from you," Wu Xiang said.
"What's wrong?"
"He asked you to come over when you are free. I don't know exactly what he did. The person who heard the message said that the master seemed to have mentioned Mr. Pei Min."
"What the hell is he doing again..." Li Xin'an was holding the soup, and after a moment of silence, he got out of bed.
"I'll go find him."
Although the Tang Empire today has nominal administrative departments - three provinces and six ministries - there are only two places where things are really done: Zhongshu Province, which exists in name only and is still burning with ashes, and the study of Li Linfu, the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty.
Imperial power and officialdom seemed to have become a joke in the Tang Empire when Li Linfu was in power. The saint sat on a high throne and looked at all living beings, looking at this court that made him proud, thinking that the world was peaceful and the people were safe, but he didn't know that every time "nothing" happened
After "retiring from the court", the ministers will rush out of this sluggish and luxurious palace, and then rush into another place - their goal is not the Chancellor's Desk, but the Prime Minister's Palace.
In recent years, almost all government affairs have been completed in Li Linfu's study. That should have been the center of power, but only Yan Zhenqing was left sitting alone.
Because of this, Li Linfu paid special attention to the study. More than a dozen teams of sergeants surrounded the study. Countless mechanisms were placed on both sides of the passages, including the corridors. There were no birds or animals a hundred steps away from the study.
But at this moment, there was no one outside the study room of the Prime Minister's Mansion, which was originally heavily guarded. The guarding sergeant had gone somewhere, and Li Xin'an was the only one in the huge courtyard.
He walked straight to the door of the study and stroked the dark red door frame of this huge building, as if facing a lying huge beast.
Li Xin'an opened the door and walked in.
The spacious study room is filled with bookshelves, and the rusty yellow books record the mountains, rivers, passes and fortresses in various parts of the Tang Dynasty. Usually this place should be overcrowded, but at this moment there are only two people.
Li Linfu is sitting on the main seat, with the territory map of the Tang Dynasty behind him. To his right is Zhang Siyuan, half of his face wrapped in bandages and his body is stooped.
"You came."
Meet Li Xin
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An pushed the door open and walked in. Li Linfu, who was correcting the papers, said calmly without any ups and downs.
"What do you want from me?" Li Xin'an frowned. When he saw Zhang Siyuan next to him, his lips moved but he didn't say anything.
Zhang Siyuan frowned slightly, looked at Li Xin'an, and seemed to feel the difference in Li Xin'an's treatment of him.
"I called you here to ask you, do you really want to learn martial arts from Pei Min?" Li Linfu said, his tone still as calm as ever.
"That's natural. Things I'm sure won't change again. It's not that you don't know, why do you want to ask again?"
"After seeing Chu Yingsheng's ending, are you still unwilling to give up?" He threw the booklet aside and then took out another one from another pile.
Li Xin'an was silent for a while and said, "So what?"
"You don't need to pretend to be stupid. In fact, you know very well that personal power cannot compete with the outside world after all. If you practice martial arts, even if you can fight one against ten, one against a hundred, or even one against a thousand, but so what? You can
Have you ever seen a group of ants chew up an insect that is dozens of times larger than them? There is no real world leader! You can’t become a god even if you practice martial arts to the extreme. There is no need for you to live such a hard life.
.”
Li Linfu paused and said again: "If you are willing, I will recruit a commander from the Bei Ya Forbidden Army to guide you, and you can become a great general with unlimited glory. Do you want to comfort me and live your whole life, or do you want to fight against me, a traitor like me?"
No matter what, it’s better than sleeping in the open air.”
"You think about it."
"Don't think about it!" Li Xin'an replied decisively, with such speed that Li Linfu was stunned.
"What do you want to say? I will die miserably if I walk in the world, right? Or am I a person who covets comfort and wealth? Li Linfu, I have called you this more than once, and I think you should know why. Since my mother passed away
After that, I told myself that sooner or later, I will leave you. Even if I am a beggar on the street, it will be more satisfying than being a young master in the Li Mansion!"
"Indeed, I don't necessarily have to learn martial arts. It's just a way to leave you. But if you want me to do something under your protection, then there's no need. Although I am young, I still have this ambition.
some!"
"I have never been willing to use the small courtyard that my mother left for me. Although it is simple, it is much better than this deep courtyard."
Li Xin'an closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled it. When she opened her eyes again, her eyes were as cold as water.
"father!"
Li Linfu's body shook, and the pen in his hand fell straight down, falling on the rice paper, leaving a large ink stain.
How many years has he not said this word?
Li Linfu raised his head stiffly, his lips parted tremblingly, "You..."
"I call you daddy to repay your kindness in giving birth to me. After all, there is no you and no me. But after this call, the bond between our father and son will be over. I will move out of the Li Mansion and live in my mother's house."
My yard."
"Unless you kill me!"
A sad smile appeared on Li Xin'an's face. After saying this happily, he felt relieved and did not look at Li Linfu. He lowered his eyes and stared at his feet.
Li Linfu glanced at Zhang Siyuan beside him. The latter's only one eye blinked twice, and he seemed a little relieved.
He lay back, leaned on the back of the chair, raised his head, and stared blankly at the roof, unable to tell what he was thinking. After a long time, as if he had resigned himself to his fate, he laughed softly.
"hehe……"
Li Linfu sat up straight again, his face returning to its original stern expression.
"The materials you asked for have been prepared. I'm afraid you won't have enough. I've prepared two copies of everything." He picked up the dropped pen and corrected the memorial again.
Li Linfu's voice suddenly changed: "But until now, all your money for studying martial arts came from me. No matter how much you squandered over the years, I didn't care, and I even gave you the right to spend money freely. You
Learn swordsmanship from Pei Min, and I have prepared the materials for making the sword for you. I ask you, if you were to leave me, all these things would be burdened on you, what would you do?"
His two falcon-like eyes stared at Li Xin'an, eager to see the answer from the latter's face.
This was undoubtedly a fatal question, and Li Xin'an fell silent in a rare moment.
It's not that he doesn't know that everything he has was given by Li Linfu. Although he doesn't want to admit it, he must say that without Li Linfu, he is nothing.
Would it be a joke to travel around the world at that time, and one could even doubt whether Pei Min would still be his master?
"You don't know, that's okay."
A hoarse old voice suddenly sounded, and it was Zhang Siyuan who spoke.
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This was the second time Li Xin'an heard the old man's voice at such a close distance. His voice was ordinary and no different from that of an ordinary old man.
Li Xin'an looked at the old man in surprise, wondering what he meant by what he said.
"You left the Prime Minister and didn't know how to walk in the world. I know! You left the Prime Minister and didn't know what to rely on. I know! The arrogant actions you made in a fit of anger may make you regret it for the rest of your life. But there is one thing
Choosing will always have someone behind you to protect you."
Zhang Siyuan opened his arms, raised the corners of his mouth, and revealed an ugly smile on his dry face.
"My child, inherit the Blood Clothes Hall."
Wu Xiang sat bored on the stone steps at the entrance of the small courtyard, following the two small stone lions, waiting for the young master to come back.
I don't know why, when the young master went to see the old master, Uncle Fu had to stop him and not let him follow.
Are you relieved that the young master hates the old master so much and still gives the young master to the old master’s people?
What's more, the young master is not cured yet!
Around me, servants and maids were coming and going in the yard. When they passed by Wu Xiang, they would always say hello to him with a smile.
But Wu Xiang knew very well that after greeting those people, their faces would darken, they would spit and say "little bastard"!
Wu Xiang heard these words clearly.
He didn't know what was going on, but he could always easily hear things that others couldn't hear, such as distant voices or some inexplicable weird sounds.
Just like one time he and his young master went to visit a senior martial artist who lived in seclusion in the mountains. In that mountain, he always heard someone calling him inexplicably.
This situation got worse and worse. Several times, he woke up from his dreams. When he woke up, he found that there was no one else in the room except himself. There were only some simple clothes, a bed, a set of tables and chairs, and the young master who came from the mountain.
He gave me a sword as a gift when he came back.
"Did I get something dirty? Should I ask a goddess to take a look..." Wu Xiang couldn't help but wonder.
The appearance of Fu Bo interrupted his reverie.
"Wu Xiang, come with me." Uncle Fu stood in front of him, his hands behind his back, and he seemed a little calm and intimidating.
Wu Xiang raised his head and looked at Uncle Fu's solemn face, not knowing why, "I still have to wait for the young master to come back..."
"Master, you don't have to worry about it, just come with me." Uncle Fu said, turned around and left.
Although Wu Xiang was unwilling, Uncle Fu was the manager of the young master's yard after all, and he was also the young master's elder. He did not dare to disobey, so he had to follow him obediently.
Uncle Fu led Wu Xiang around and over, encountering patrolling soldiers along the way, and no one stopped them. The two finally came to the back of a huge building and stopped.
"This is... the master's study, right?" Wu Xiang shook his head, looked at the building, and said in surprise: "We can't come here, we will be killed if we are discovered!"
Uncle Fu didn't answer. The back of the study was covered with bluestone slabs, on which were engraved the four images of blue dragon, white tiger, redbird and Xuanwu. He walked to a bluestone floor with redbird carved on it and pressed it twice, and the ground suddenly rumbled.
, a dark hole appeared.
Just like when those three bed crossbows appeared.
Uncle Fu glanced back at Wu Xiang and said coldly: "Follow me."
Seeing Uncle Fu walking down the stairs, Wu Xiang swallowed hard and followed.
Below the entrance of the cave, there were gusts of cool wind. I don't know where the wind came from, and there was a "wuwu" sound like a ghost crying. Wu Xiang felt a chill spreading from his toes to the top of his head, and he couldn't help but shiver.
Get chills.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the narrow entrance suddenly opened up, and Wu Xiang finally saw the entire underground mechanism clearly.
The huge gears embedded in the stone wall were rotating overhead, and countless iron chains were being pulled up and down. People were constantly getting off the platform suspended by the iron chains, and others were getting up immediately after.
People dressed in various colors walked back and forth in front of them, and everyone had the same cold expression on their faces. But without exception, they would bow their heads in greeting when they walked in front of Fu Bo.
Bloody weapons can be seen everywhere, and a strong smell of blood can be smelled in the air. If you listen carefully, somewhere, someone is crying and crying.
The cold and ruthless killing machine of the Blood Killing Hall now revealed its original appearance in front of Wu Xiang.
Wu Xiang stared blankly, but without stopping, he accidentally bumped into Uncle Fu.
"Yes... I'm sorry..." Wu Xiang blushed and apologized in a low voice.
"Wu Xiang, let me ask you, how does the young master treat you?" Uncle Fu completely ignored Wu Xiang's apology and asked an incomprehensible question.
"The young master is naturally very kind to me."
"Then what can you do for the young master?"
"Well... I can do anything!"
"Then...die for the young master?"
Wu Xiang raised his head in shock, only to find that Uncle Fu's eyes were full of coldness when he looked at him.