Chapter 514
Chapter 514
Chapter 514
Even in the dark, Yan Sanhe noticed that this courtyard was very inconspicuous, and could even be said to be a little shabby.
"Before going in, Miss Yan needs to go to the toilet and be sure to empty it."
Zhu Yuanmo pointed to the side: "The toilet is over there."
Yan Sanhe: "Why?"
Zhu Yuanmo: "When people eat whole grains, they have a turbid air in their bodies. They must expel the turbid air."
Yan Sanhe: "What about you?"
Zhu Yuanmo: "I want it too."
Little Mr. Pei hurriedly said: "What about us?"
"You don't need to."
Little Master Pei said, "What a coincidence, I just need to pee!"
After using the toilet, unlock the door and enter the hospital.
The two lanterns in the courtyard were blown to pieces by the wind.
Entering the main hall, Zhu Yuanmo took out a fire stick and held a lamp.
When the light turns on, everything in the room can be seen clearly.
This is an extremely empty room with no furnishings at all, except for Yuan Tiangang’s memorial tablet in the middle.
Zhu Yuanmo stepped forward, picked up three incense sticks from the table, lit them, and inserted them into the incense burner;
Then he picked up three more.
After lighting three sticks, there were three more sticks left, for a total of nine sticks of incense.
Little Mr. Pei rubbed his arm against Yan Sanhe's, covered his mouth and asked in a low voice: "I want nine, why do you only have one?"
Yan Sanhe gave him a cold look: "One is for dead people."
Little Mr. Pei took half a step back dejectedly.
Ok.
forget it!
After lighting the nine incense sticks, Zhu Yuanmo entered the west wing.
As soon as he entered, Yan Sanhe felt chest tightness.
Although there is no formation in this room, it has been passed down from generation to generation, and its power is not inferior to that of the formation.
Zhu Yuanmo walked to the basin and started to clean his hands.
He washed very slowly, one finger at a time. After washing, he picked up the white towel next to him and wiped it one finger at a time.
Yan Sanhe took the opportunity to look at the room. The decoration was very simple, with a large desk covered with pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
After Zhu Yuanmo wiped his hands, he sat in the Taishi chair, took out the key from his arms, bent down and opened the bottom drawer.
Take out a piece of yellow paper from the drawer and hold it down with a paperweight.
He began to sharpen the ink.
That's not called ink, it's probably cinnabar, which is redder than blood.
He rubbed it slowly and muttered words, and Yan Sanhe knew that he was chanting a curse.
After chanting the mantra, he put his finger into his mouth, bit it gently, and a drop of blood fell into the cinnabar.
"Miss Yan?" Zhu Yuanmo called softly.
Yan Sanhe stepped forward and squeezed the original injured area of his finger.
The moment the blood fell into the cinnabar, the color of the cinnabar suddenly became much darker.
Zhu Yuanmo took out a thin wolf hair from the pen holder, mixed two drops of blood and cinnabar together, and started to draw the talisman after the mixture was evenly mixed.
He painted very slowly, and each stroke seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.
Yan Sanhe can no longer be seen.
The moment the blood fell, her person fell down. Li Buyan stood behind her, holding her up, squatting down, and carrying her person on his back with quick movements.
Li Buyan was about to leave when he saw Zhu Yuanmo out of the corner of his eye and was shocked.
Several nasolabial lines suddenly appeared at the corners of this man's mouth, and the black hair on his temples turned into white hair.
What he said was true.
A small talisman took away three years of his life.
After finishing the last stroke, Zhu Yuanmo fell tiredly into the Grand Master's chair, his voice filled with indescribable hollowness.
"Little Master Pei, I don't have the strength, so please give this talisman to my second brother and let him stick it on my father's forehead. Don't say anything else."
"Hey, why do you let me do this?"
Little Mr. Pei complained, carefully picked up the yellow talisman, and ran out.
"Second Brother Zhu, Second Brother Zhu, my second brother... Where are the people? Where did they go after they died..."
……
When night fell, Xie Zhifei, dressed in a brocade robe, walked into the ecstasy of Yusheng Tower with dignity.The waiter came up to him with a smile, "Third Master, you are here, the private room has been prepared, you..."
"Stop talking nonsense and lead the way."
For the first time, Xie Zhifei didn't look good on the waiter.
What does it mean to be in Cao’s camp but in Han’s heart?
This is.
I kept thinking about Yan Sanhe, but I still had to pretend to visit Fengliu Cave and drink and brag with He Yun's grandson.
This feeling is really unpleasant.
"I'm going to drink too much in a while, so grab some and get me away, and then go to the gate of Zhu's Mansion to wait for Yan Sanhe and the others."
Zhu Qing: "Don't worry."
The private room is on the third floor.
Xie Zhifei waved to the waiter who came to serve him, sat down lazily, and crossed his legs lazily, but he was quickly thinking about what to say when He Yun came.
The entrance of Yusheng Tower.
He Yun straightened his hair and looked at the person next to him nervously: "How am I doing? Are you okay?"
Xie Buhuo nodded.
Only then did He Yun step into the threshold triumphantly.
Today, in order to attend the appointment with Xie Lao San, he specially bathed and changed clothes. He had new clothes, new shoes, and his whole body was new.
Of course, he also used some tricks to let the maid smoke some sandalwood incense.
It is said that sandalwood is more capable of arousing certain impulses than ambergris.
Tsk tsk, my prince’s appearance and character are so outstanding, so outstanding that I can even fall in love with myself.
"correct."
He Yun: "What kind of wine does Xie Laosan like to drink?"
Xie Buhuo: "No request."
He Yun: "What kind of music do you like to listen to?"
Xie Buhuo: "I won't listen to the music."
He Yun: "What kind of little lady do you like?"
For some reason, Yan Sanhe's face immediately appeared in Xie Buhuo's mind, "The one who is cooler and the one who talks less."
Yo!
I didn't expect that Xie Laosan liked the hot face against the cold butt. It seemed that I was too enthusiastic in front of him and frightened him.
He Yun immediately put the anger on his face away, pushed the door open and entered the private room, and ran into Mr. Xie's eyes.
The third master raised the corner of his mouth and made a gesture of invitation.
He Yun walked over with a stern face, sat down with a stern face, and then raised his head very proudly, "Third Master is treating me to a treat. Is the sun rising in the west?"
Xie Zhifei smiled and said nothing, raised his chin at Xie Laoer, and motioned for him to sit down too.
"Third brother."
Xie Buhuo greeted him politely before sitting down.
At this time, a waiter came in with wine and food, and another waiter brought a hot towel to wipe the guests' hands.
After Xie Zhifei finished wiping, he threw the towel away, smiled at He Yun and said, "What do you think of the wine today?"
what idea?
I just want to get you drunk and let me do whatever you want.
But He Yun didn't dare.
This man is the youngest son of the Xie family and a person close to the emperor's grandson. No matter how impatient he is, he can only take it one step at a time.
"The third master's thoughts are my prince's thoughts."
"Then I won't get drunk and won't go home."
Xie Zhifei raised his eyebrows, "What do you think, second brother?"
Xie Buhuo picked up the wine cup and filled the glasses for the three of them, "It's better to drink less. Third brother has lost a lot of weight after returning from a long trip."
"Don't be confused, don't spoil your fun."
He Yun picked up the wine cup and said, "Just do what Third Master said, you won't come home until you're drunk."
Xie Zhifei: "The prince is still happy."
"Can this title be changed?"
He Yun deliberately lowered his face and said, "If you don't change, I won't drink this wine."
Xie Zhifei snorted, leaned back on the chair, hugged his chest and said with a half-smile: "Wen Yu, I haven't seen you for more than two months, you have such a good temper!"
He Yun: "..."
It's dying.
In one word, half of his body was numb.
(End of this chapter)
Even in the dark, Yan Sanhe noticed that this courtyard was very inconspicuous, and could even be said to be a little shabby.
"Before going in, Miss Yan needs to go to the toilet and be sure to empty it."
Zhu Yuanmo pointed to the side: "The toilet is over there."
Yan Sanhe: "Why?"
Zhu Yuanmo: "When people eat whole grains, they have a turbid air in their bodies. They must expel the turbid air."
Yan Sanhe: "What about you?"
Zhu Yuanmo: "I want it too."
Little Mr. Pei hurriedly said: "What about us?"
"You don't need to."
Little Master Pei said, "What a coincidence, I just need to pee!"
After using the toilet, unlock the door and enter the hospital.
The two lanterns in the courtyard were blown to pieces by the wind.
Entering the main hall, Zhu Yuanmo took out a fire stick and held a lamp.
When the light turns on, everything in the room can be seen clearly.
This is an extremely empty room with no furnishings at all, except for Yuan Tiangang’s memorial tablet in the middle.
Zhu Yuanmo stepped forward, picked up three incense sticks from the table, lit them, and inserted them into the incense burner;
Then he picked up three more.
After lighting three sticks, there were three more sticks left, for a total of nine sticks of incense.
Little Mr. Pei rubbed his arm against Yan Sanhe's, covered his mouth and asked in a low voice: "I want nine, why do you only have one?"
Yan Sanhe gave him a cold look: "One is for dead people."
Little Mr. Pei took half a step back dejectedly.
Ok.
forget it!
After lighting the nine incense sticks, Zhu Yuanmo entered the west wing.
As soon as he entered, Yan Sanhe felt chest tightness.
Although there is no formation in this room, it has been passed down from generation to generation, and its power is not inferior to that of the formation.
Zhu Yuanmo walked to the basin and started to clean his hands.
He washed very slowly, one finger at a time. After washing, he picked up the white towel next to him and wiped it one finger at a time.
Yan Sanhe took the opportunity to look at the room. The decoration was very simple, with a large desk covered with pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
After Zhu Yuanmo wiped his hands, he sat in the Taishi chair, took out the key from his arms, bent down and opened the bottom drawer.
Take out a piece of yellow paper from the drawer and hold it down with a paperweight.
He began to sharpen the ink.
That's not called ink, it's probably cinnabar, which is redder than blood.
He rubbed it slowly and muttered words, and Yan Sanhe knew that he was chanting a curse.
After chanting the mantra, he put his finger into his mouth, bit it gently, and a drop of blood fell into the cinnabar.
"Miss Yan?" Zhu Yuanmo called softly.
Yan Sanhe stepped forward and squeezed the original injured area of his finger.
The moment the blood fell into the cinnabar, the color of the cinnabar suddenly became much darker.
Zhu Yuanmo took out a thin wolf hair from the pen holder, mixed two drops of blood and cinnabar together, and started to draw the talisman after the mixture was evenly mixed.
He painted very slowly, and each stroke seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.
Yan Sanhe can no longer be seen.
The moment the blood fell, her person fell down. Li Buyan stood behind her, holding her up, squatting down, and carrying her person on his back with quick movements.
Li Buyan was about to leave when he saw Zhu Yuanmo out of the corner of his eye and was shocked.
Several nasolabial lines suddenly appeared at the corners of this man's mouth, and the black hair on his temples turned into white hair.
What he said was true.
A small talisman took away three years of his life.
After finishing the last stroke, Zhu Yuanmo fell tiredly into the Grand Master's chair, his voice filled with indescribable hollowness.
"Little Master Pei, I don't have the strength, so please give this talisman to my second brother and let him stick it on my father's forehead. Don't say anything else."
"Hey, why do you let me do this?"
Little Mr. Pei complained, carefully picked up the yellow talisman, and ran out.
"Second Brother Zhu, Second Brother Zhu, my second brother... Where are the people? Where did they go after they died..."
……
When night fell, Xie Zhifei, dressed in a brocade robe, walked into the ecstasy of Yusheng Tower with dignity.The waiter came up to him with a smile, "Third Master, you are here, the private room has been prepared, you..."
"Stop talking nonsense and lead the way."
For the first time, Xie Zhifei didn't look good on the waiter.
What does it mean to be in Cao’s camp but in Han’s heart?
This is.
I kept thinking about Yan Sanhe, but I still had to pretend to visit Fengliu Cave and drink and brag with He Yun's grandson.
This feeling is really unpleasant.
"I'm going to drink too much in a while, so grab some and get me away, and then go to the gate of Zhu's Mansion to wait for Yan Sanhe and the others."
Zhu Qing: "Don't worry."
The private room is on the third floor.
Xie Zhifei waved to the waiter who came to serve him, sat down lazily, and crossed his legs lazily, but he was quickly thinking about what to say when He Yun came.
The entrance of Yusheng Tower.
He Yun straightened his hair and looked at the person next to him nervously: "How am I doing? Are you okay?"
Xie Buhuo nodded.
Only then did He Yun step into the threshold triumphantly.
Today, in order to attend the appointment with Xie Lao San, he specially bathed and changed clothes. He had new clothes, new shoes, and his whole body was new.
Of course, he also used some tricks to let the maid smoke some sandalwood incense.
It is said that sandalwood is more capable of arousing certain impulses than ambergris.
Tsk tsk, my prince’s appearance and character are so outstanding, so outstanding that I can even fall in love with myself.
"correct."
He Yun: "What kind of wine does Xie Laosan like to drink?"
Xie Buhuo: "No request."
He Yun: "What kind of music do you like to listen to?"
Xie Buhuo: "I won't listen to the music."
He Yun: "What kind of little lady do you like?"
For some reason, Yan Sanhe's face immediately appeared in Xie Buhuo's mind, "The one who is cooler and the one who talks less."
Yo!
I didn't expect that Xie Laosan liked the hot face against the cold butt. It seemed that I was too enthusiastic in front of him and frightened him.
He Yun immediately put the anger on his face away, pushed the door open and entered the private room, and ran into Mr. Xie's eyes.
The third master raised the corner of his mouth and made a gesture of invitation.
He Yun walked over with a stern face, sat down with a stern face, and then raised his head very proudly, "Third Master is treating me to a treat. Is the sun rising in the west?"
Xie Zhifei smiled and said nothing, raised his chin at Xie Laoer, and motioned for him to sit down too.
"Third brother."
Xie Buhuo greeted him politely before sitting down.
At this time, a waiter came in with wine and food, and another waiter brought a hot towel to wipe the guests' hands.
After Xie Zhifei finished wiping, he threw the towel away, smiled at He Yun and said, "What do you think of the wine today?"
what idea?
I just want to get you drunk and let me do whatever you want.
But He Yun didn't dare.
This man is the youngest son of the Xie family and a person close to the emperor's grandson. No matter how impatient he is, he can only take it one step at a time.
"The third master's thoughts are my prince's thoughts."
"Then I won't get drunk and won't go home."
Xie Zhifei raised his eyebrows, "What do you think, second brother?"
Xie Buhuo picked up the wine cup and filled the glasses for the three of them, "It's better to drink less. Third brother has lost a lot of weight after returning from a long trip."
"Don't be confused, don't spoil your fun."
He Yun picked up the wine cup and said, "Just do what Third Master said, you won't come home until you're drunk."
Xie Zhifei: "The prince is still happy."
"Can this title be changed?"
He Yun deliberately lowered his face and said, "If you don't change, I won't drink this wine."
Xie Zhifei snorted, leaned back on the chair, hugged his chest and said with a half-smile: "Wen Yu, I haven't seen you for more than two months, you have such a good temper!"
He Yun: "..."
It's dying.
In one word, half of his body was numb.
(End of this chapter)