Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Mr. Xie, you are about to die.
The white smoke from the incense stick faded, and the flame flickered.
At some point, a few faint lights appeared in the dark distance, just like the stars in the night sky, faint yet bright.
Footsteps were heard in the courtyard, and someone announced from the corridor, "Master, Young Master Chen is outside the manor, requesting an audience."
Gu Zhizhuo's eyebrows softened instantly, and small dimples appeared on his cheeks.
She threw away the black coins in her hand and leaned slightly forward towards the door. Her heart suddenly started beating very fast and she felt a sense of uneasiness as if she was homesick.
Sheng Jiang couldn't help but glance at her. How could she predict this? Could it be that this girl could really tell fortunes?
What she just said about the Governor...
His heart skipped a beat, and he felt as if he knew something terrible. Maybe he wouldn't survive the night?
Shen Xu's gaze fell on Gu Zhizhuo's face.
Just now her eyes were full of herself, but now, she didn't even glance here.
Interesting. He chuckled softly, "If he has the guts to come, I will certainly meet him."
"Bring him here."
There was a yes from outside.
Gu Zhizhuo clasped his hands together, his fingers exerting a little force uncontrollably.
She had waited for this moment for a long, long time, a whole lifetime.
In the previous life, on the way to exile, the entire Gu family was infected with an epidemic. They first developed a rash, then a high fever, and their bodies were burning hot. Within a few days, they fell down one after another.
The escorting officers and soldiers said it was bad luck. They were afraid that they would be infected too, so they locked them all up in a cemetery full of dead bodies.
At that time, they were still alive.
No food, no drink, no medicine.
My aunt used the jewelry she had secretly hidden to make arrangements, thinking that she could at least send them some medicine.
As a result, the jewelry was taken away and my aunt did not come back alive.
Later, my grandmother died.
Gu Zhizhuo watched helplessly as the Gu family struggled and his cousins breathed their last in pain and hunger.
They died one by one in front of her, rotting and stinking.
There was nothing she could do.
She was too sick to move and lay in the dark waiting to die.
Just when she thought she would close her eyes forever in this place filled with the smell of corruption, the sunlight shone into this dark hell.
The locked door of the charity cemetery opened.
She saw him standing in the light, and the voice that was engraved in her soul—
"I'm here, don't be afraid."
"Master, Young Master Chen is here."
These words pulled Gu Zhizhuo out of his memories.
The door opened from the outside, and the light from the glass lamp reflected on a young man.
His black hair was tied up and he wore a white jade crown on his head. His eyebrows and eyes were like jade, and he was graceful and gentle. Although he did not have the breathtaking handsomeness of Shen Xu, he had a noble demeanor that was difficult to describe in words. His every move was elegant, leisurely and unhurried.
It’s the young master!
Gu Zhizhuo stood up subconsciously, his face full of joy and admiration.
Anyone could feel her good mood.
Xie Yingchen lifted his robe and walked in. He cast a slightly scrutinizing gaze on her for a moment, then turned to Shen Xu and said with a smile, "It turns out that it is Governor Shen himself." His casual attitude was like facing an old friend who had not seen each other for many years.
Chen Xu clapped his hands nonchalantly and said, "Young Master Chen is really brave."
Xie Yingchen cupped his hands, and just as he finished saying "I don't deserve it", he raised his sleeve to cover his lips and began to cough lightly, coughing seven or eight times.
His pale face showed obvious signs of illness, which made Gu Zhizhuo frown.
After returning from Liang State, the young master must have been exhausted both physically and mentally.
What you need now is a good rest!
"Lord Shen." Gu Zhizhuo pointed at the incense stick, "It's burnt out."
The last glimmer of light from the incense stick was completely extinguished at this moment.
Gu Zhizhuo tapped the chessboard in front of him with his fingers, raised his chin, and said proudly, "I told you, I'm a divine fortune teller."
"Now that people have seen it, will the Governor consider what I proposed?"
"A pond of water that remains still for too long becomes stagnant. Only when it is stirred up will the fish rush out."
"You said so?"
Hearing this, Xie Yingchen seemed to be thinking about something.
Ever since he stepped through the door, he had taken in everything around him, and naturally saw the hidden tension within.
He glanced at the chessboard on the table and listened to Gu Zhizhuo's profound words. What else did he not understand?
Xie Yingchen raised a faint smile on his slightly pale face, and said meaningfully: "Lord Shen, if you are lucky enough, how about we have a drink together after we return to Beijing?"
Chen Xu looked at the sickly-looking young man in front of him with interest. After a while, he clapped his hands lightly, and the Buddhist beads fell between his fingers, swaying with his movements.
"interesting."
He was able to arrive in the capital alive under the nose of the East Factory, which was a strategic move.
He dared to ignore the trap and stand here face to face with me. He was brave.
This young master Chen aroused his interest.
"Young Master Chen." He stood up and waved his sleeves, saying, "I am waiting to hear whether you are worthy enough to sit at the same table with me and drink this cup."
Xie Yingchen smiled and said, "I will definitely pay you a visit."
Shen Xu nodded imperceptibly, walked away with an upright posture.
The halo of the glass lamp enveloped his face, the cinnabar mole at the end of his eye was bright and eye-catching, and the slightly raised eyebrows seemed to indicate his good mood.
Sheng Jiang lowered his head and followed closely behind him, not daring to make any speculations.
Shen Xu left briskly, taking everyone with him.
Zhuangzi regained his composure once again, as if the flashing swords and shadows of swords had never existed.
Really gone?
Xie Yingchen came with a handsome young man. He opened his mouth in disbelief, then quickly closed it.
When the young master decided to go on this trip in person, he said that since the other party had been exposed, he would never act rashly again.
The young master also said: This trip is for two reasons: first, to resolve doubts, and second, to cooperate. He understood the question of resolving doubts; he wanted to know who was secretly helping them. As for cooperation… he still didn't understand! He scratched his head, feeling that he was too stupid and had followed the trip in vain.
Gu Zhizhuo's tense heartstrings relaxed and his eyes became bright.
This living devil is finally gone!
As soon as she raised her eyes, her gaze met Xie Yingchen's, and she never wanted to look away.
Xie Yingchen kept looking at her.
He had a vague feeling that she recognized him. He bowed and said solemnly, "Thank you for your help, young lady."
An indescribable emotion rolled in Gu Zhizhuo's beautiful phoenix eyes. She opened her red lips slightly, and the many words she wanted to say were all stuck in her throat, and finally turned into one sentence:
"Thank you, Master. You are about to die."
Young man: "..." He almost said: If you can't speak, don't speak!
Xie Yingchen's eyes and eyebrows were full of smiles, and he said in a relaxed tone: "Yes."
As soon as he finished speaking, he started coughing again, even more violently than before, and a blush appeared on his pale face.
Without a second thought, Gu Zhizhuo quickly walked over, took his hand as he looked stunned, and began massaging his acupoint. Her strength varied, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, with a unique rhythm and technique. After just a few massages, Xie Yingchen's cough suddenly stopped.
The young man was stunned.
The young master had caught a cold a month ago and had developed a cough since then. They had consulted several doctors along the way, but the medicine they took was of little use, and their condition had been intermittent.
She just presses it like this and it’s fine?
He couldn't wait to ask: "Little girl, tell me how you did it?"
Xie Yingchen: "Qin Chen, don't be rude."
Qin Chen bowed his hands honestly, lowered his eyebrows and looked submissive: "...Miss, may I ask how you press it?"
Gu Zhizhuo glared at Qin Chen.
The young master is frail; even a minor cold can leave him ill for a long time, or even put him at risk of death. He's coughing like this; it must be because they haven't taken good care of him along the way!
Qin Chen was stared at incomprehensible and touched his nose.
"My last name is Gu, and my father was the Duke of Zhenguo. My given name is Gu, and my given name is Taotao." Gu Zhizhuo briefly explained his identity and made a "please sit down" gesture. "Thank you, Master. Let me take your pulse."
Qin Chen said exaggeratedly: "Girl, how old are you? Do you really know medical skills? Who did you learn from? The Gu family makes a living by fighting, how could the daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo also learn medicine..."
"Shut up." Gu Zhizhuo said unhappily.
This guy is so noisy and looks very unreliable.
Xie Yingchen seemed to be thinking about something.
He thought he was quite good at judging people, but he couldn't understand Gu Zhizhuo.
In her dark and clear eyes, he could not see any interests, but only pure kindness without any selfish motives.
"Thank you, young lady."
Xie Yingchen sat down readily, lifted up his long sleeves and stretched out his hand.
His wrists were very thin and an unhealthy white, with the veins beneath the skin clearly visible.
Gu Zhizhuo tried to calm himself down and placed three fingers on his pulse.
In the previous life, they invited many famous doctors of the time, but everyone shook their heads and sighed when it came to the young master's illness.
She refused to accept her fate and studied medicine hard.
In the end, it's too late.
She couldn't save her horrible face.
It can't even save the young master's life.
Gu Zhizhuo's eyes were sore, and his thick eyelashes drooped slightly, covering his moist eye sockets.
The fingers she pressed on Xie Yingchen's pulse were trembling, which confused Qin Chen. He thought: What kind of medical skills does this girl learn? Does she have to tremble to take Xie Yingchen's pulse?
Gu Zhizhuo felt the pulse under his fingers.
One, two, three...
Every pulse beat made her heart calmer, and by the time she had felt the pulse correctly, her fingers were as steady as a rock.
Gu Zhizhuo put down his hand and said, "Young Master has been poisoned."
Qin Chen's slightly contemptuous expression suddenly froze after hearing these words, and he could hardly believe his ears.
Many people knew that the young master was weak and sickly. However, over the years, no one had ever been able to determine that the young master had been poisoned after a simple pulse check.
Xie Yingchen smiled and said, "Yes."
Gu Zhizhuo continued, "This poison was contracted six years ago. Back then, with the help of natural resources and treasures, the young master managed to overcome it. However, the remaining poison has not yet dissipated, and the illness is still ongoing. Every moment he is overdrawing his energy and sapping his lifespan."
Her eyes were lowered, and her eyelashes trembled slightly, leaving a faint reflection.
"On the way back to Beijing, you were exhausted and your spirit was greatly damaged."
She said seriously, "You are risking your life. This is not allowed."
Xie Yingchen could indeed feel that his health was getting worse day by day.
He knew he didn't have many years left to live.
He also knew that he couldn't die yet.
His life and death concerns the lives of many people.
Xie Yingchen admitted without hesitation: "The girl is right."
"Girl, do you know how long I can live?"
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