On the second day after the funeral of Yue Juntian, a huge bird with black feathers flew over the capital of Chonghua. The bird was like an eagle, except for its wings, which were covered with white animal hair. This strange bird didn't know how to enter the country. It shook its wings and flew into the clouds. It was very fast. Even the fastest swordsman couldn't catch up with it.
After circling over the imperial city, the strange birds turned into a black wind and disappeared in the clouds. Then, a rainstorm fell onto the imperial capital for three days. One couldn't know whether it was morning or night.
After the rain stopped, many people suddenly fell ill. One by one, Shennongtai's medicine practitioners got a chilling result——
Spiritual miasma.
Those people were all infected with a strong evil spirit. Chonghua never practiced demonic cultivation and cannot control this turbid miasma. Although Shennongtai could purify a little, it is still barely a drop in the bucket. There were too many people suffering from illness. Many of them couldn't bear the pain of the illness and died before being treated in Shennongtai. Some of them were not dead, but they also suffered from psychosis.
In the battlefield, the practitioners who had seen the nine-eyed qin of guoshi of Liaoguo, began to speculate that the strange bird was the demon beast in one of the nine-eyed qin's eyes.
It was also said that this was a newly developed demon bird from Liaoguo, which could bring clouds and rain, so that people who had been exposed to the rain were infected by the evil spirit.
Opinions varied, and people were in a panic for a while.
For this reason, the emperor frowned. Jiang Fuli and Mengze were not in the capital at this time. Jiang Fuli did not return. Mengze went to Tangquan palace in other cities for recuperation because of her physical discomfort not long ago. Although there were other medical practitioners in the city, all of a sudden, there were diseases that have never been encountered before. So those medical practitioners were too busy, but they were still in short supply.
Gu Mang was also affected by the rainstorm, but he had been trying his best to control himself, and not let himself go out of control.
The situation between the two countries became more and more critical day by day. One day, Liaoguo's army was gathered at the border of Chonghua. The soldiers took a dangerous road and chose the shortest and most strange route to attack the Imperial City.
In the face of such a precarious situation, there was confusion in Chonghua. Some people said that they should rush to the front line and take the initiative to start the war. Some people said that they should take advantage of this opportunity to strengthen the defense of the imperial city. At this time, some people lamented that the imperial city was constructed too close to Liaoguo. In order to reduce the war damage, it was suggested to abandon the city and move the capital directly.
These people were usually like embroidered pillows. In the previous panic, the heavy rain soaked all the grass, and the stench just spread the outside.
And he said, "If the strange bird appears again and makes the practitioners get sick, how can we fight this battle?"
"Let's get out of here first. I'm not afraid of burning without firewood."
"Maybe with that strange bird, the new blood demon beast they refined, we won't win in a direct confrontation? At least we need to develop an antidote that can drive away the epidemic and ward off evil spirits before we can fight with Liaoguo directly. Otherwise, we will waste our war power in vain."
A group of people had different opinions. It seemed like a monster with countless heads, barking and biting at each other. It was so noisy that the emperor wanted to split his head, but he couldn't solve the problem of evil qi epidemic. So he had to study one after another to urge Jiang Fuli, whose whereabouts were unknown, to return to the city.
On the eighth day, Pharmacist Jiang finally received a letter and rushed back to the capital.
The antidote would come out after three days of closing.
On that day, Yonglan pass sent a quick report saying that it would defeat the army in front of Liaoguo. Liao Jun temporarily withdrew to the north of Huanghe River. It was very comforting in the court. The first thing to do was celebrate the victory, the second was the distribution of medicine, and the third was to discuss the strategy for the war again. So the emperor sent a message to all the kings of the Imperial City. At the time of xu that night22, he set up a banquet in the palace of Jin Luan, where he gave medicine for discussion. Mo Xi didn't want to go to the banquet. His disgust for the emperor had reached the extreme. The reason why he hadn't calculated the general ledger with him was because of the turbulence in Chonghua, internal and external troubles, and Gu Mang's recent poor physical condition. The event of Huntian Cave happened, and their plan to go to Lin'an to find the soul-inducing overhaul was delayed.
He was worried about Gu Mang's body, but he didn't trust to give him to others for treatment. It happened that Mengze was not in the imperial capital. It was said that Mengze was ill just after they left, so she had to go to Tangquan palace to recuperate.
So since Jiang Fuli would also appear at the banquet, and would bring medicine to resist the evil spirits, Mo Xi thought about it and planned to take Gu Mang with him.
After all, wearing the mask was a little boring. When Gu Mang sat in the carriage, he pushed the mask upward, showing a pair of confused blue eyes, and looked at the flickering lights outside the bamboo curtain. The other hand was playing with the little bamboo warrior left by Murong Chuyi.
Gu Mang had two most precious things, one was the bamboo warrior, the other was the unknown brocade bag.
This brocade bag, Mo Xi, has always cared about it since he first saw it in Luomei Garden Villa, but no matter that Gu Mang didn't recover his consciousness, he didn't tell him the origin of this brocade bag. When he asked a lot, he said pitifully, "I don't have any impression. I can't remember it at all. I just know it's very important."
Every time Mo Xi took a look at his grievance. No matter how many words he reluctantly said later stimulate him, the more he couldn't bear to let himself see that brocade bag and sulked.
Gu Mang later found out that he was not happy, so he showed him the things in the brocade bag - in fact, there were no rare things, just a piece of white shell coin. He did not know who it was that wrote a light "fire" character on it.
"What fire practitioner gave you?"
Gu Mang shook his head and mumbled "I just don't know" with a flat mouth. He put the coin back and put the brocade bag away again.
"I just like it very much. I can't lose it."
But who gave it to him? It was still a mystery that he liked it so much and couldn't let it go like Murong Chuyi's bamboo warrior.
When they arrived at the Rosefinch Hall, all the gate lords had already arrived, but they were still cold and clear.
Mo Xi attended many parties in Chonghua, rarely seeing scenes as bleak as tonight. Yue Chenqing didn't come to the banquet at all, needless to say. Princess Mengze's seat was also empty, and Wangshu mansion seat.
Looking at the position belonging to Murong Lian, Mo Xi couldn't say what he felt. From Lin'an's experience, he already knew that Murong Lian was another brother of Gu Mang. He was even more closely related than Murong Chuyi. However, Murong Lian and Murong Chuyi were different after all. He was just like his own floating life like a dream, blowing into the wind and dispersing into the fog.
No one could figure out what he thought.
From small to large, Murong Lian tortured Gu Mang with bullying. Even after Gu Mang returned to the city, he was humiliated in the Luomei Garden Villa. It seemed that as long as Gu Mang was oppressed more severely, the more despicable the situation was, the more secure he was. But Gu Mang was really in danger. He doesn't want to. He would save the man if he wanted to die.
There were nobles whispering around.
"Hey, have you heard? Wangshu Jun seems to be dying."
"Is that right? The emperor has sent the best practitioners of shennongtai to cure him. How could he..."
"He's been hanging for a long time. I've tried my best for him."
"Who cares about him but the emperor? He is so popular."
The banquet table with red paint and cloud legs was empty. Mo Xi suddenly thought that after Madam Zhao died, Murong Lian had no one to be close to. They seemed to echo each other. In fact, he was supported only by his servants or his subordinates.
He didn't know what Gu Mang meant to Murong Lian.
The banquet opened, and the emperor came out from the back with Jiang Fuli. Jiang Fuli had been wandering around for a long time, which seemed to be a little simpler. Most of it was because of the national crisis. Instead of being as rebellious as usual, he stood quietly beside the emperor. The green clothes were broad, the sleeves were wide, the eyes were low, and he had a rare calm and reliable appearance.
"Today I call you here to dispense antidotes. I hope you can figure out a way to deal with it. As for the advice of those who quit without fighting," he said.
"If anyone wants to say it, he doesn't have to say it," he said.
The old pigeon sect officials looked at each other silently with drooping eyelids.
The emperor took a panoramic view of this undercurrent and said with a sneer, "How about making eyes for each other? Before, the reason why you quit was that the evil miasma was hard to eliminate. I thought it was the same thing. But now the Pharmacist Jiang has refined all the antidotes and wants to quit. So afraid?"
There was an old noble trembling and towering who said, "My Lord, Liao lost its faith in the first place and used the forbidden art in the second place. Its intention was to recapture their last remnant of blood. In fact, we can do something about the blood demon beast, and then return it to Liaoguo, so that they will not be forced to fight with us. As for the blood demon beast, because it was damaged by us, Liaoguo will not be able to recover it for a while, so the war can be pushed back another decade and eight years…"
"What are you going to do after ten years and eight years?" he said with a smile.
"This is possible in ten years and eight years. Chonghua can try to interrupt their plan of resurrecting blood demon beast, or study the immortal beast atlas left by Shen Palace Lord, and refine the immortal beast against it. In a word, I think that Chonghua is now in a weak time, and it's really not suitable to strike a stone with an egg, and think twice about the emperor."
The emperor laughed and said, "To tell the king, it's not to prepare time for Chonghua, but to provide for your elderly, right? You look at your age. After ten years and eight years, it's almost time to go back. After you drive the crane to the west, where can you control the flood?"
Yushu Jun was stabbed in the heart by the emperor, and suddenly changed color, but he still insisted, "On the emperor, the heavens can learn from him, and every sentence of this old minister is loyal -"
The emperor was still smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes. "Well, drag it down."
"JunShang -!"
The smile disappeared, and the man on the throne looked so cold that he seemed to be cold all over.
"This emperor said, drag him down to me."
"Yes!"
"There is no need to leave a copy of Jiang's antidote to your family," the emperor said indifferently. "If anyone talks about retreat, he will return to the field as soon as possible, and naturally, the medicine will not be given to you. Who is willing to work for Chonghua and work for the common people to save their lives? You want to go home and plant land in a corner?"
His eyes were cold and his teeth were light.
"Well, please do yourself a favor."
The elixir that could dispel the evil spirit and save lives was in the emperor's hand. For a while, those who originally wanted to talk about everything shut up.
He looked around the hall with a pair of eagle eyes, and then smiled again. "You should always be like you are now. You should be so uniform and obedient. If you want to unify Chonghua and Kyushu, you will have hope."
Mo Xi, listening to him in his ears, could not help but feel loathing.
In the end, what the emperor said would come to the people's happiness and hope. Although he knew that the emperor's heart was unpredictable and his words could not be true, he did not know that he could be so hypocritical. In fact, in the end, the emperor's attitude towards the demons was not a "use" attitude, but a "greed" attitude. Gu Mang once risked such great pain to search for the skills for him. He was afraid that they are all things that the emperor coveted for a long time.
It was a fake, a cliche, a flag that he urged loyal ministers and heroes to unite Kyushu, which was the man's truth.
Since there was no one to return, the emperor ordered Jiang Fuli to send the exorcism medicine in the brocade box to the owner of each residence. While waiting, Gu Mang sat next to Mo X. A pair of blue eyes moved quietly with Jiang
Fuli.
"Why do you always look at him?"
Gu Mang said, "What is in his hand? Everyone seems to want it."
"It's medicine," Mo Xi explained.
"Isn't the medicine very bitter?" Gu Mang frowned, "Why are they waiting to eat this… Will we have it, too?"
Mo Xi put up his hand and touched his head. "I'll find a way for you to have some sweets."
Looking at him, Gu Mang nodded contentedly. Mo Xi sighed in his heart and looked at Jiang Fuli, who was distributing medicine in the distance. He planned to talk with Jiang Yaoshi alone after the banquet. He didn't know if there was any way to relieve Gu Mang's illness.
Jiang Fuli was talking with Changfeng Jun. After the first battle of Huntian Cave, Xiao Lan'er was unconscious. Her spiritual core was taken away by Jiang Yexue, and she was used as a puppet. Her little body had suffered too much.
Changfeng Jun regretted this, and broke his heart for his daughter's health these days. He pulled Jiang Fuli to say something constantly, but Jiang Fuli always said a word or two, and finally just took off his sleeve.
Just between his words and Changfeng Jun's words, he gave Changfeng Jun a small pill of exorcism medicine and it accidentally fell on the ground. Obviously, Changfeng Jun didn't get the answer he wanted. He was so sad that he didn't want to care about his life and death. He didn't care where the exorcism pill rolled.
Jiang Fuli glanced at him, but he didn't want to talk to him. He took the medicine from the ground for him, pushed it with his long finger, put it back to the banquet table, and then turned to the next table.
But seeing the whole process, Mo Xi felt something was wrong. He had not yet figured out what was strange, and a kind of creepy intuition climbed up first.
He stared at Jiang Fuli and saw nothing different, but he thought there was something very important and superficially wrong, but he could not remember it for a while.
There was something wrong with Jiang Fuli. There was something very wrong with him. What is it…
While he was frowning and thinking, he suddenly heard a faint and cold voice outside the gate of Rosefinch Hall——
"Put down the medicine in your hands. Don't eat anything."
Everyone was stunned and looked out at the door.
But he saw a man in a royal blue robe slowly picking up his hem and going up the steps. His eyebrows and eyes were like foxes, and he looked very weak, but at least he was able to walk and he was smart.
Some people exclaimed, "Oh, Wangshu Jun?!"
This man walking slowly, was it not Murong Lian, who was said to be suffering from a serious illness?