Chapter 1074: Secret Method of Resurrection
"Do you still remember what was written in the letter?" Xiao Zhan pulled her to the window, the moonlight covering her trembling shoulders like a veil.
"He said I can only open it when I'm thirty-six."
Jiang Xue suddenly grabbed the other's sleeve and said, "But I was only eleven that year. How could you know that I would be able to find you twenty-five years later? Unless..."
A guess was stuck in his throat, and the candlelight in the room shook.
Xiao Zhan stroked her long black hair that fell on her shoulders and asked, "Do you want to unseal it now?"
The moment the letter was unfolded, the scent of ink wrapped in the shadows of the past came to my face:
"My sister, I am writing to you as if I were meeting you in person. By the time you read this letter, you will have lost your childishness, but your eyes will still have the stubbornness that we had when we first met.
When I took you in my arms that year, I knew that I had to protect not only a princess, but also the last spark of the country."
"Don't blame me for choosing to fall off the horse and die. It's true that the Northern Warhorse lost control, but the copper buckle of the broken reins has been replaced more than three times by me."
"Lan Qing is brave and assisting you is in line with the principle of yin and yang. When you put down the rebellion of the three kings, I will return - don't be surprised, the tortoise breathing method that you insisted on learning back then was originally for today's situation."
The sheepskin letter fell on the table. Jiang Xue chuckled suddenly, but tears fell on the words at the end of the letter: "When we are reunited, I will make up for the coming-of-age gift I owe you."
The sound of night drums outside the window startled a night owl perched on a paulownia tree, which flapped its wings and disappeared into the ink-like night.
Xiao Zhan noticed her strange expression and tapped the table with his fingertips: "What secret is hidden in the letter?"
"Yun Zhen didn't lie to us."
Jiang Xue pushed the yellowed letter over, her eyes sparkling with tears: "My brother left me a secret method for resurrection."
The parchment was stained with ink, and Xiao Zhan quickly scanned the obscure ancient words.
It did mention the art of borrowing lives, but it was still inconsistent with the secret volume of Tianji Pavilion that he had verified earlier.
He suppressed his doubts and asked, "When will we set off westward?"
Green smoke rose from the gilded incense burner in the hall. Jiang Xue leaned against the brocade pillow and murmured, "Wait until the government is stable."
There was a time when she would ride her horse straight to Yumen Pass, but now the golden seal of regent is hanging around her waist and the young emperor has not yet taken power, so she can no longer be as willful as before.
Xiao Zhan's heart finally settled down.
The moment he handed over the tea, he clearly saw the ink stains on the other party's sleeves - this regent princess in a black python robe had long since shed the recklessness of her girlhood, and the responsibility of her country was engraved in her bones and blood.
“Yun Che!” Jiang Xue suddenly held his hand as he sorted out the memorials, a look of fatigue appearing in the corners of her eyes.
Xiao Zhan understood and summoned the chefs to the banquet, watching her sipping the ginseng soup on the warm jade couch.
As the amber spoon touched the porcelain bowl, he recalled the stubborn figure who had braved the rain to break into the Imperial Ancestral Temple ten years ago.
At the moment when the candle flames burst, Jiang Xue suddenly said, "I want to lift Yun Zhen's house arrest."
"You know very well that I am afraid of the witchcraft aura on him."
Xiao Zhan wiped the sweat from her temples with a silk handkerchief, but changed the subject to a gentle tone: "But if this is your decision after weighing all the pros and cons..."
"I will send shadow guards to protect you secretly."
She clasped her fingers with his and said, "Whether my brother can return or not, it is ultimately inseparable from this Southern Border priest."
The sound of the third watch gong came from outside the window, and Xiao Zhan draped the crane cloak on her shoulders.
The moonlight passed over the Chilong jade pendant worn by Jiang Xue, reflecting the unique black bird pattern of the inner court secret guards.
The princess who once had to hide in his cloak and cry is now able to command thirty-six Dragon Scale Guards.
The moonlight flowed in Xiao Zhan's eyes, and a silent sigh escaped from his throat.
How could he not know that the person in front of him was always steady, but when they were entangled in love, he was always afraid that the dewdrops on the eaves would wet her clothes.
His fingertips unconsciously stroked the celadon teacup: "If you insist on finding Yun Zhen to ask for the truth..."
"Not necessary at this moment." Jiang Xue interrupted the conversation, and the jade bracelet on her wrist made a clear sound.
She could see that the man's eyes were hesitant to speak, but some answers should be revealed when the star tracks reveal themselves.
Fatigue filled the corners of her eyes, but she stubbornly grabbed the cloud pattern on his sleeve: "Yun Che, do you still remember that when I was young, I would listen to "The Pillow Book" every night before I would close my eyes?"
In the shadow of the glazed lamp, two figures cast overlapping outlines on the eaves.
Jiang Xiaoan moved his fingertips three inches towards the girl while adjusting his cloak.
When his palm finally wrapped around the slightly cool hand, he deliberately threw the topic into the air: "Do you think that the ebony box contains the imperial seal of the previous dynasty?"
"What does it have to do with me?" Fu Dong let him hold it, his eyes still following the white falcon on patrol.
The night wind blew up the young man's muffled laughter: "Such coldness makes me look like a chattering parrot in a storybook."
Suddenly, I felt my knuckles being pressed back, and a cold voice mixed with the scent of grass and wood drifted over: "Master Jiang, do you know that excessive curiosity can easily lead to disaster?"
Fu Dong lit the candle on the desk a little brighter and said softly, "If Your Highness is interested, you will give me an answer tomorrow. If not, I will not ask. We have always had such a tacit understanding over the years as master and servant."
"We're like close friends getting along like this." Jiang Xiaoan wiped the pestle, and the bronze vessel shone coldly in the moonlight.
The girl paused as she held the pen, and the ink cast a small shadow on the rice paper: "That's beyond the rules. But someone did say that."
She suddenly put down her brush and looked at the swaying redwood trees outside the window: "When I was six years old, a blizzard closed the mountain, and it was His Highness who picked me up from a pack of wolves."
The night wind blew through the corridor, and Jiang Xiaoan smelled the bitter scent of herbs mixed with the agarwood fragrance on her sleeves.
Just as he was about to speak, he heard Fu Dong's voice suddenly become softer: "And you taught me that there are other possibilities in life."
The medicine grinder fell to the ground with a clang.
The tips of the young man's ears turned red, and he almost knocked over the celadon cup when he bent down to pick it up: "I thought I would be able to keep the Compendium of Materia Medica company for the rest of my life, until..."
He suddenly grabbed Fu Dong's wrist as he was grinding ink: "Until I met a girl who would add candied fruit to the typhoid fever prescription."
"Doctor Jiang, are you going to change your career and become a robber?" Fu Dong raised his eyebrows, and the jade bracelet on his wrist collided with the medicine cocoon in the other's palm, making a tinkling sound.
"If it's you who's being robbed, it would be worth it."
Jiang Xiaoan's fingertips brushed the old callus on her knuckles, and his voice became tense: "That day you said you wanted to taste hundreds of herbs to test their medicinal properties, but did you know that I stayed up all night and dared not close my eyes?"
The candle flame burst into sparks, and Fu Dong suddenly turned around and clasped his fingers with his: "Then take me home."
Before he finished speaking, the "Qianjin Prescription" on Jiang Xiaoan's lap fell to the ground with a crash.
"You just said..." Jiang Xiaoan's Adam's apple rolled, and the smell of medicine suddenly approached.
Fu Dong took advantage of the situation and pulled the apricot-patterned sash around his waist: "If Imperial Doctor Jiang's ears are not working well, I will ask Your Highness to change the imperial physician tomorrow."
"You dare!"
Jiang Xiaoan trapped the person between the desk and his chest, and suddenly lost his momentum: "If I really ask, will the princess agree?"
"you guess?"
Fu Dong's fingertips slid across the Junshan silver needle on his collar: "If it doesn't work, Doctor Jiang, would you like to prescribe some Forget Worry Powder?"
"I don't have any Forget-Me-Not powder."
The warm breath fell on her neck: "I have just made Tongxin Pills."
Fu Dong stopped smiling, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the glazed tiles, the moonlight casting a light grey shadow on her eyelashes: "I will never break my promise."
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