Chapter 141 Chapter 141 is the only genuine version...
By dawn, the sky was already dim and the man's face could be seen clearly.
It can't be wrong.
It’s Xie Qiyun.
The groom Qin Chen was holding down had bloodshot eyes and yelled, "Prince! Let me go! Do you know who you've offended...ah?"
Qin Chen was annoyed by the noise and stabbed him on the back of the neck with a knife, knocking him down.
"Hey, who did we offend?"
A magnetic voice responded to the groom's question.
"Humph, he's just the Prince of Jin."
As soon as Gu Zhizhuo finished speaking, he suddenly reacted and quickly turned his head to look over.
The young man was still standing on the shaft of the cart with the reins wrapped around his arms. Even though it was such a crude action, when he did it, there was no trace of rudeness. Instead, his every move exuded the elegance of a gentleman.
Gu Zhizhuo:?
He called out affectionately, "Yaoyao."
Gu Zhizhuo met his phoenix eyes, and he smiled, with the upturned corners of his eyes outlining a familiar line.
"You, you you..." She blurted out in surprise, "Cousin Xing!"
Just now she was only concerned about the carriage and Xie Qiyun, and didn't notice that it was Wang Xing who stopped the carriage.
Wang Xing's father is the eldest son of the Wang family. He is from the same mother as Gu Zhizhuo's mother, Concubine Shu. Wang Xing is her very close cousin.
Even though the Wang family had not come to the capital for many years, they still exchanged letters every month, and every three months the Wang family would send someone from Yizhou to bring them something.
There are always festive and New Year gifts at every time of the year.
Gu Zhizhuo was not unfamiliar with the Wang family.
In the previous life, the Wang family used the whole clan's strength to help his aunt, and persuaded the emperor to change the execution of the entire Gu family to exile, which gave him a chance to survive, meet the young master, and overturn the verdict for the Gu family.
She remembered all of this.
Wang Xing raised his chin towards her, meaning: Why are you like this?
After the refugees surrounded the city, Wang Xing heard that the Prince of Jin was also in the county town.
The Prince of Jin refused to allow the government to open the granaries to release grain, and he got into a stalemate with the refugees, which resulted in him being trapped as well.
"Why does he look like..." Like a ghost.
Gu Zhizhuo pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.
She looked him up and down for a while, and finally, she couldn't bear to look at him anymore and looked away.
If she hadn't recognized him as Wang Xing, she would have thought he was a peacock that appeared out of nowhere.
She wore a peacock blue robe with a gold-thread cloud-patterned edging at the collar. Her dark hair was bound up with a hollow carved gold crown. On both sides of the crown hung ribbons of the same color as the robe, embroidered with golden lotus flowers that were a sight to behold.
Fortunately, he is good-looking, with handsome features, picturesque appearance, and graceful elegance, so he can suppress such... uh, bright colors.
Wang Xing had a smile on his lips. In front of outsiders, he looked like a noble young man, winking at her from an angle that no one else could see.
So pretentious. Gu Zhizhuo covered his mouth with a chuckle and was about to speak when Xie Qiyun pounced on the veil and stretched out his hand to pick it up. Gu Zhizhuo was a step faster than him, raised his toes, hooked the veil and grabbed it in his hand.
"Give me!"
Xie Qiyun's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like the cawing of a crow, and his eyes were fierce, which made his half face look even more fierce.
"Cousin." Wang Xing took the veil and held it in his own hands, saying earnestly, "Don't pick up things on the street. What if the 'ghost skin tear' on his face becomes contagious? Then the delicate little girl will be ruined."
Gu Zhizhuo automatically ignored the second half of the sentence and raised his head to ask, "Ghost tearing skin?"
Wang Xing touched his chin and said, "I've read some rural gossip. Doesn't his face look like it?"
Half of his face was completely devoid of skin, as if it had been peeled off inch by inch by a ghost.
Gu Zhizhuo counted on his fingers, shook his head, and sneered.
"It's not a ghost tearing skin."
"It's backlash."
When Gu Zhizhuo said these two words, he felt an indescribable sense of joy in his heart.
Backlash? Wang Xing didn't understand and was about to ask again. The next moment, he saw his delicate little cousin stepping on the shoulder of Prince Jin. Her body leaned forward slightly, her left arm resting on her leg.
This tough look is exactly the same as when he was a child... No, it seems to be exactly the same as when he was a child.
Wang Xing rubbed his eyebrows and naturally accepted the reality that his little cousin was not too spoiled.
"Prince of Jin?" Gu Zhizhuo pressed his toes hard and sneered, "Oh, you have an interesting face."
"Let our prince go!"
Fang Zhe and the driver shouted in unison.
Judging from the groom's clothes and demeanor, he is obviously not an ordinary groom. He is most likely Xie Qiyun's personal guard.
"The Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion is too much of a bully."
"When we return to the capital, we will report to the prince..."
Qin Chen slapped his feet twice, kicking whoever made a noise.
Gu Zhizhuo didn't even turn her head. She looked down at Xie Qiyun and asked, "Three years ago, were you the one who pasted those talismans on the coffin of my father, the Duke of Zhenguo, Gu Taotao?!"
After hearing this, Xie Qiyun looked up in surprise, as if asking: How do you know?
"Were you the one who sent my father's head to Aur City a few months ago?"
Xie Qiyun's shoulders were trembling. Even though he didn't say a word, his guilty look said it all.
"Did your skin start falling off in July?"
Xie Qiyun:!
His eyes were wide open to the extreme, and Gu Zhizhuo's gloating face was reflected in his dark pupils.
Gu Zhizhuo clapped his hands and said with a smile: "You are dying."
She was very happy and smiled joyfully, but as she smiled, tears unconsciously slid down from the corners of her eyes, like pearls that had fallen off the string, soaking her cheeks.
"Yes."
Just as Qingmei was about to take the handkerchief, Wang Xing had already handed it to her.
The handkerchief was folded into a neat square, and on one corner was embroidered the family crest of the Wang family of Langya.
Gu Zhizhuo took the handkerchief, but she didn't use it to wipe her tears. Instead, she held it tightly in her palm.
"You're talking nonsense!"
Xie Qiyun raised his head and shook his head vigorously.
Fear and anxiety filled his entire face.
The dawn light shone on him, and the half of his face that had lost its skin was dripping with blood. The flesh and blood were slightly black and emitted a foul stench of corruption.
"Whether it's nonsense or not, you know it yourself."
"Were you very happy when you were putting up the talismans?"
“Karma.”
Gu Zhizhuo said in a cold voice.
Master said that the blessing spell suppressed Daddy's soul and the Gu family's fortune. This evil spell is extremely vicious. Everything has cause and effect. After the blessing spell is dispelled, the caster will inevitably suffer backlash.
Before, she had been waiting.
However, she did not see any backlash from either the Prince of Jin or the Emperor.
She once thought that the backlash would fall on Changfeng, but in the end, even Changfeng was fine.
After many twists and turns, it turned out to be Xie Qiyun.
Xie Qiyun personally applied the talismans and participated in the ritual, harboring ill will towards his father. Thus, he became the caster.
The Zhuyin curse tormented my father's soul for three years.
Its backlash was equally vicious. It did not kill Xie Qiyun immediately, but tortured him bit by bit, leaving him unable to live or die.
"Now I hope you die slowly, though."
Gu Zhizhuo stared at his skinny limbs and the dry, dehydrated backs of his hands, and laughed even more happily, even laughing out loud without any hesitation.
She curled her fingers and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "I'm afraid you won't be able to wait any longer."
The half of Xie Qiyun's intact face skin turned white little by little.
Half red, so red that it looks like blood.
Half white, so white that it has no blood color at all.
As scary as a ghost.
Xie Qiyun understood what Gu Zhizhuo meant.
Did he become like this because of those talismans he had pasted on him?
“No, no…”
Back then, he had accompanied his father to the Shangxu Monastery. Immortal Changfeng had him chop off Gu Taotao's head and burn his body to ashes. He then used Gu Taotao's ashes to blend with cinnabar and draw a stack of talismans.
Then, he was asked to stick all the talismans on the coffin, inside and out.
Thinking back on what happened back then, Xie Qiyun couldn't help but shudder.
But at that time, Xie Qiyun was not afraid, he was just excited.
Duke of Zhenguo Gu Taotao, such an arrogant man, was still at the mercy of others even after his death.
"impossible."
"No!"
Xie Qiyun's voice trembled, his pupils were filled with fear, and he felt cold, chilling to the bone.
It’s July, for sure.
Before the unrest in Western Xinjiang, he discovered a small scratch on his ear after having sex with his concubine. The scratch was only the size of a fingernail. He thought it was a scratch from his concubine and ignored it. Later, the scratch never healed. After the surface dried up, it slowly curled up. Within two days, the skin fell off, revealing a bloody wound.
He applied some gold medicine on the wound, thinking it would heal quickly.
The result is, no!
The skin is falling off more and more. Every day when I wake up, there is a small piece of dry skin the size of a fingernail on the edge of my pillow.
It was as if there was a ghost sleeping next to him, peeling off his skin inch by inch.
In that shabby place of Xinjiang, Xie Qiyun consulted several doctors but none of them could cure him.
Xie Qiyun originally wanted to go to Shangxu Temple to exorcise evil spirits, but as a result, the people were in turmoil again and the mob besieged him in the city.
When leaving Xinjiang, the wound on Xie Qiyun's face was only the size of a thumb, and the skin from his ear to his chin had become dry.
He brought three hundred people with him from the Western Frontier. During the journey, the skin on his face became drier and drier, and he became thinner and thinner. Even though he ate a lot every day, it was of no use. Soon, he was so tired that he gasped for breath after getting off the carriage and walking a few steps.
Xie Qiyun felt that something must be wrong with his body.
After traveling light and leaving the others behind on the road, they hurried back to Beijing. Who would have thought that there would be such a thing as refugees?
Last night in the middle of the night, his face was very itchy and woke him up. He started scratching and ended up scratching off a large piece of skin. When he saw his horrible appearance in the bronze mirror, he was almost going crazy.
Xie Qiyun was extremely scared.
He told Fang Zhe to get rid of the refugees because he didn't want to stay here anymore.
"Useless stuff."
He was scolding Fang Zhe, who was no match for this mob.
He eagerly grabbed Gu Zhizhuo's foot that was on his shoulder and pleaded, "Please let me go back. Please send me back quickly. This prince will never pursue what happened today."
"No, you can investigate, my Lord."
"Otherwise it would be so boring."
Gu Zhizhuo kicked his hand away, and his toes "accidentally" brushed across his skinless cheek. Xie Qiyun was in excruciating pain and covered his face with his hands again.
So fierce!
The refugees felt a pain on their faces and felt extremely happy.
Hit him again! Kick him to death. Some even rolled up their sleeves, wishing they could do it themselves.
Gu Zhizhuo just glanced at them and they all became obedient.
Gu Zhizhuo curled his lips and said in a businesslike manner, "Prince Xie Qiyun of Jin mobilized troops without reason on his way back to the capital to report on his work, interfering in county affairs and attempting to murder the people of Daqi. His crime will be determined upon his return to the capital."
"Yihe County Magistrate."
The county magistrate who was knocked over by the carriage climbed up with his hands covered, stumbling over, his head and face covered in dust.
Gu Zhizhuo frowned, stepped forward and pinched his right shoulder. Before the county magistrate could scream, with a "click", his dislocated arm was reconnected.
Hey, it doesn’t hurt anymore.
Gu Zhizhuo said coldly: "I said, no one in the county is allowed to leave."
"I've informed the prince." Seeing that she even dared to hit the prince of Jin, the county magistrate lowered his stance even more. "Tell the prince not to go out."
Wang Xing said to Gu Zhizhuo, "I heard you were here, so I wanted to come out to look for you, but then I saw him sneak onto the carriage, so I followed him."
"Yu" is one of the six arts of a gentleman. It originally referred to driving a car, but later also came to mean horseback riding. But whether it was driving or riding a horse, as the eldest son of the Langya Wang family, Wang Xing had learned it since he was young and was proficient in it.
Wang Xing originally thought that someone was afraid of the epidemic and wanted to escape.
I didn’t expect that. I didn’t expect that.
"Yes, yes." The county magistrate wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled gratefully at Wang Xing.
"Go and requisition a few tents to detain them." Gu Zhizhuo was referring to Xie Qiyun and the others.
She originally thought about having the county magistrate take them back and lock them up in jail, but she was afraid that they would bring the plague into the city, so she simply locked them up under his nose.
"You dare!"
Fang Zhe struggled to stand up.
Gu Zhizhuo answered him with: Hehe.
He had already beaten her, and he still asked her if she dared? Fang Zhe also reacted, his face livid. He looked at Xie Qiyun, who was rolling on the ground with his hands covering his face. He changed his tone and pleaded, "Our prince is seriously ill. We must return to the capital to find the imperial physician. I beg Miss Gu to show mercy..."
But the prerequisite for moving someone emotionally is "emotion".
If there is only hatred, this approach is completely useless.
"Don't worry, he won't die. I guarantee your young master will make it to the capital."
"Even if all the skin on your face falls off, you won't die. Isn't there still some skin on your body?"
Gu Zhizhuo's lips curved into a delighted arc. Even if he was dying, he could still save him. The fun of this life would come from enduring it slowly.
"Yihe County Magistrate."
"My surname is Ping."
"Ping County Magistrate, go and get busy."
"Yes, yes, I will go and recruit them right away."
Qin Chen threw all three of them onto the carriage so that he could keep them under guard.
The magistrate of Ping County left in a hurry. He had just been hit by a carriage and his thigh was probably broken, so he walked with a limp.
"Cousin Xing, you go back too."
Gu Zhizhuo said to Wang Xing.
Wang Xing hadn't come into contact with the refugees, so it wasn't too late for him to go back. It was impossible for Wang Xing to go out alone, and most of the people he brought with him were probably still in the county town, so they must be very anxious.
Wang Xing smiled gently, "How can I let my cousin live in danger while I stay safe in Guangsha?"
The previous moment, Wang Xing looked like a handsome and elegant gentleman, and the next moment, he put his folding fan on his waist and rolled up his sleeves.
But this action, when performed by him, is so elegant and noble.
Gu Zhizhuo: “…”
She seemed to understand a little why her grandfather couldn't wait to send her cousin over as soon as her aunt said she wanted to marry her cousin Danling back to her parents' home.
Headache.
Forget it, if you don’t want to go back, then don’t go back. Gu Zhizhuo said: “Cousin Xing, please help distribute the porridge.”
Gu Zhizhuo felt around and took out a bag of homemade pine nut candies and threw it to him.
The two cousins have loved eating the candies made by their mother since they were young. These days, she and cousin Danling made two pots of candies, one with pine nut candy and the other with orange candy.
Wang Xing reached out and caught it steadily. When he opened his purse, his eyes, as black as stars, suddenly lit up.
"Wages."
"Work hard."
Gu Zhizhuo said with a smile.
"Don't worry, cousin. Go and get busy."
Wang Xing poured a large spoonful of porridge to the refugees in line without any shaking of his hands.
The refugee holding the bowl of porridge couldn't help but tremble. If he heard correctly, this nobleman was the fairy girl's cousin. Even his cousin was not afraid of the epidemic and was still here to take care of them.
He took a big mouthful of porridge, and the warm porridge flowed down his throat, making him feel warm all over.
People's hearts calmed down.
There is food.
As long as the whole family is alive, what is there to be dissatisfied about?
"Go up."
Qin Chen pushed Fang Zhe onto the carriage last, stopped it by the side, unloaded the horses, and asked two soldiers from the Qianji Battalion to guard it.
The carriage of the Prince of Jin was extremely spacious, and even with three people in it, it didn't feel crowded at all.
"My Lord!"
"My Lord..."
Fang Zhe crawled towards Xie Qiyun and helped him up.
Fang Zhe only knew that Xie Qiyun was ill. After arriving in Yihe County, the prince had not shown up. He did not expect that he would be so ill.
Xie Qiyun shook him off, covered his face with his hands in panic, and huddled in the corner of the carriage.
He suddenly discovered something, raised his hand, stared at his hand, and his pupils gradually shrank.
His breathing stopped for a moment, and then he screamed in terror.
"ah--"
All the skin on his little finger is gone.
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