Shangguan Qingwan frowned, squatted down to her younger sister's level, leaned forward, and whispered, "I'm telling you, don't tell Daddy and Mommy. He has the same problem as that bald monk. Whenever he sees something good, he claims it's his."
Shangguan Qingyue's face froze slightly, while Shangguan Qingwan continued, "Fortunately, he's not as stupid as that bald monk. He accepted my explanation."
"Where's the piano?"
[No, I want to find the divine root and hide it deeper!]
Shangguan Qingwan said innocently, "Oh, the piano. Teacher Henglin borrowed it."
"What? Borrowed?!!" the little guy exclaimed.
…
The bedroom was dim and there was no candle.
Only the table where the piano was placed emitted a dim light, which shone on the man's expressionless face, making him look a little creepy.
After a while, Heng Lin finally calmed down his excitement and reached out to the guqin.
Divine root...his divine root...
As long as he has the divine root, he can return to his place!
He no longer needs to suffer the sufferings of the world or the humiliation of all living beings...
He is still the ancestor of gods who is high above, untainted by the dust, whose words are laws, and who can make clouds and rain with a wave of his hand. All gods are under his control.
The seven strings were laid out before him.
Heng Lin stood up and took out a bowl and a dagger. The divine root had been away from his body for too long and could no longer sense his breath. If he wanted the divine root to return automatically, he needed to soak it in his blood for three days and three nights.
Moreover, if the divine root no longer shines, it proves that the blood and water lack vitality and need to be poured out and replaced.
Heng Lin cut his wrists, and blood dripped into the bowl, but an unprecedented smile of relief appeared at the corner of his lips.
Shangguan Qingyue knew that Henglin had taken away half of the divine root, but she was not in a hurry to get it back. Instead, she acted as if nothing had happened, which gradually dispelled Henglin's suspicion. If she was really the junior sister, she should be anxious when she knew that he had taken back the divine root.
It must have been fate that the divine root happened to be obtained by this little kid.
One family is happy while the other is sad. Henglin is happy, while Hengchen and Hengye are worried.
How did he find the divine root?
Why does the junior sister act like nothing happened? Maybe she doesn’t know yet? Should they remind her?
On one side was their brother, and on the other was their junior sister. They were in a dilemma and didn't want to hurt anyone, so they just kept dragging it on until two days later.
Heng Lin fell on Shangguan Qingwan's painting, and his face was covered with black ink.
In Heng Lin's bedroom, Heng Chen, Heng Ye, Shangguan Qingwan, Shangguan Qingyue, and the imperial physician were all there.
The imperial physician took the pulse, and Heng Chen beside him asked worriedly, "Is there something wrong with my third brother?"
The imperial physician gave him a look to shut him up.
In the back, Shangguan Qingyue, who was watching the fun, buried his head in his chest, his body shaking constantly, [Haha ...
[That pale little face...]
[No, no, I'm dying of laughter...]
anemia?
Shangguan Qingwan looked at Heng Lin on the bed suspiciously. Hmm... it does look a bit like anemia, but he's a grown man and doesn't need to have his period every month, so how can he be anemic?
After a while, the imperial physician stood up and reported, "Miss, Miss, the patient is fine, just suffering from qi stagnation and blood deficiency. I will prescribe a few prescriptions to replenish qi and blood. Supplement with red dates, longan, wolfberry and other blood-tonifying foods on a daily basis. She will be well soon!"
Shangguan Qingwan twitched the corners of her lips. She really is anemic...
Shangguan Qingyue: [Several bowls of blood a day, how can I not be anemic? ]
Shangguan Qingwan:!!! What did Teacher Henglin do?
Could it be that he practiced some evil magic?
Heng Ye muttered quietly, "Look at the food. If you know, you'll see that she's anemic. If you don't know, you'll think she gave birth to a baby!"
Heng Chen, who was standing by, listened attentively and asked, "What do you want to eat? Red dates, longans, and..."
Shangguan Qingwan interrupted, "I know."
He eats whatever the pregnant woman eats!
Shangguan Qingyue was curious, "Sister Da, how did you know this? Can you also treat illnesses?"
Shangguan Qingwan shook her head, "I can't, but I saw my mother eating it when she was pregnant with you!"
Shangguan Qingyue paused, as if thinking seriously. After a while, she said seriously, "Oh, yes, I remember now. It's like this!"
Shangguan Qingwan smiled, sent the imperial physician away, and then ordered the servants to take good care of Henglin, and was about to take Shangguan Qingyue away. Shangguan Qingyue thought about it and still felt that it would be more convenient to keep the divine root in his own hands, so he secretly took Henglin's blood bowl away.
Heng Chen and Heng Lin saw it, but turned their eyes away and pretended not to see it.
After a while, everyone left and Heng Chen went to boil medicine for Heng Lin.
Heng Ye secretly went out, took out a bowl of chicken blood, put a few pieces of ordinary rope in it, and put the bowl back far away...
Just after doing all this, Heng Lin slowly woke up.
His face was pale and his lips were bloodless, but even so, he still struggled to get up and continue cutting blood.
Heng Ye hurriedly stopped him, "You should take a break! If you continue like this, you will bleed to death before you return to your position."
Heng Lin seemed to be trapped in some kind of obsession, with dark pupils, and said, "Don't worry about me!" Then he stumbled to his feet, poured out the blood in the bowl, continued to cut open the wound on Lin Lin's wrist, and dripped blood into it.
Seeing this, Heng Ye swallowed silently.
I'm sorry, Third Brother...
After Heng Lin finished dripping, his vision went dark and he was about to fall. Heng Ye came forward and helped him back to bed. Heng Lin lay on the bed, unable to close his eyes, and said with a weak breath, "Is it bright? Is it bright?"
Heng Ye pretended to glance at the rope in the bowl and said perfunctorily, "It's lit!"
Soon, he added fuel to the fire, "Wow, this is too bright, isn't it? Third brother, you're almost there!"
When Heng Lin heard this, he was suddenly shocked and was about to stand up, "I want to see..."
Being forced down by Heng Ye, Heng Ye was startled. After recovering from his shock, he threatened, "You are in such a bad condition now. If you don't take good care of yourself, no matter how many big red dates you eat, you won't be able to recover!"
Heng Lin seemed to be frightened. He nodded weakly and closed his eyes.
…
late at night.
Tonight was the day to hand over the wet nurse as agreed with Shangguan Shu. Zhao Ying found Shao Yihui, gave him a good beating, and then asked him to go to the designated place to take the person to the dungeon she built on the outskirts of the city, where Zhao Zihua had been imprisoned.
To be on the safe side, Zhao Ying sent out ten trusted guards and asked Lu Yu to assist her. She did not tell them the identity of the wet nurse. She expected that this secret would remain a secret from today on.
Her mother was coming back and her father was getting old. She thought that if nothing unexpected happened, the prince would ascend the throne.
But the accident still happened.
Until the next morning, Shao Yihui and the others had not returned.
She had agreed with them that they should come back to report after finishing their work.
In the middle of the night, seeing that they had not returned, she vaguely sensed that something was wrong. Sure enough, at dawn, Shangguan Shu climbed over the wall and told her that Shao Yihui and his group had been robbed, the wet nurse and Shao Yihui were missing, the remaining guards were dead, and Lu Yu was still alive.
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