At the hour of Si, the sun was shining brightly and the breeze was blowing gently. The Bingquanxuan Garden in the backyard of the East Palace was peaceful and harmonious.
In an elegant pavilion, there were two figures sitting, one was Han Yichen with an anxious look on his face, and the other was Xuan Ming with his eyes lowered in thought.
"Second Master, how is it? Can you figure out whether Xiao Qingcheng's body is occupied by someone?"
Han Yichen stared at Xuanming intently, his eyes filled with anxiety and worry. His voice trembled slightly, as if the weight of the world was weighing on his words.
However, Xuanming kept his eyes downcast, lost in thought, and did not respond to Han Yichen's questions.
Time passed bit by bit, and Han Yichen's mood became heavier. He couldn't help but call out softly again: "Second Master? Second Master?"
However, the only response he received was silence.
"Gurgle~Gurgle~" Just when Han Yichen was about to speak again, he suddenly heard a strange sound.
This sound shattered the tranquility, causing Han Yichen to feel a surge of doubt. He couldn't help but move closer to Xuanming and examine him carefully.
When Han Yichen saw the scene clearly, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and look shocked - Xuanming actually fell asleep!
Xuanming's head was slightly lowered, his eyes were closed, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was having a beautiful dream.
Han Yichen couldn't believe his eyes. He had never imagined that Second Master would actually doze off at such a crucial moment! He couldn't help but feel angry and amused, but mostly helpless.
Han Yichen smiled bitterly, shook his head helplessly, and gently nudged Xuanming, trying to wake him up. However, Xuanming just mumbled a few words, then changed to a more comfortable position and continued to sleep.
Han Yichen was terribly anxious, yet he was at his wit's end. After all, Xuanming was old and easily tired. Perhaps when he regained consciousness, he would be able to come up with a better plan.
So, Han Yichen sat silently in the pavilion, racking his brains for his next plan of action. He kept thinking about Hua Qingcheng's words and actions over the past two days, and his heart became increasingly worried and uneasy.
Suddenly, Han Yichen's gaze was drawn to the tortoise shell Xuanming clutched tightly in his hand. He gazed thoughtfully at Xuanming, wondering: Although Second Master's foremost skill is medicine, he also possesses considerable insight into the Dao. Since he's clutching this tortoise shell, could it be hiding some hidden secret?
With this in mind, Han Yichen carefully took the tortoise shell from Xuanming's hand and examined the patterns on it intently. At first, he didn't notice anything unusual, but as time passed, he gradually noticed some strange symbols.
Han Yichen narrowed his narrow, almond-shaped eyes, concentrating intently, trying to understand the meaning of the strange symbols on the tortoise shell. At this moment, a strange and powerful energy suddenly gushed out from the tortoise shell, rushing into his body like a surging torrent.
Han Yichen closed his eyes tightly, deeply absorbed in this powerful wave of energy. His consciousness gradually became blurred, as if he was drawn into a mysterious and otherworldly dimension.
In this strange space, Han Yichen was wearing a gorgeous red dress and had flowing black hair, but at this moment he looked more evil and charming than ever before.
Suddenly, Han Yichen was shocked to find that Hua Qingcheng was imprisoned in a dark cage. She struggled hard but could not escape.
Seeing this scene, Han Yichen's heart suddenly tightened. He was anxious and stretched out his hands as much as he could, hoping to rescue Hua Qingcheng from suffering.
However, whenever Han Yichen was about to touch Hua Qingcheng, there was always an invisible and elusive mysterious force that ruthlessly pushed him away.
"A Luo, go!"
Hua Qingcheng's cries filled with pain and despair lingered in Han Yichen's ears, like an extremely sharp dagger, piercing his heart and making him suffer.
Han Yichen bit his lip so hard that blood oozed from his gums. He struggled to break through the obstacle and took one difficult step at a time towards Hua Qingcheng. Finally, his hard work paid off. He successfully held Hua Qingcheng's hand and held her tightly in his arms.
"Xingyue, don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you..." Han Yichen said softly. His eyes were filled with determination and tenderness, as if to melt the whole world into them.
However, when Han Yichen opened his eyes again, he found himself still sitting in the quiet pavilion, still clutching the mysterious tortoise shell. Everything that had just happened seemed like a dream, yet the reality of it was so real that it was unbelievable.
He couldn't help but fall into deep thought, wondering: Could this really be just an illusion? Why was that feeling so strong, as if there was a force guiding him forward?
"Second Elder! Second Elder..." Just as Han Yichen was thinking, a rapid shout interrupted his thoughts. The voice was extremely gentle yet carried an aura of majesty.
Han Yichen turned his head and looked toward the courtyard gate. Sure enough, he saw Mu Lige, dressed in flowing white, walking quickly toward them. In her arms, Mu Lige was clutching an unconscious woman. It was Hua Qingcheng.
"Brother! Xiao Qingcheng..." Han Yichen's heart tightened when he saw this. He hurriedly stood up from his seat, walked forward, and led Mu Lige to his dormitory.
Xuan Ming, who was originally sleeping soundly, also woke up at this time. Like a lazy cat that was disturbed, he stretched himself and then followed Mu Lige and Han Yichen.
After entering the dormitory, Mu Lige carefully placed Hua Qingcheng on the bed, and Han Yichen began to take Hua Qingcheng's pulse.
"How is it? Is Qingqing okay? She suddenly vomited blood and then fainted." While Han Yichen was taking Hua Qingcheng's pulse, Mu Lige also recounted what happened before and after Hua Qingcheng fainted.
However, a moment later, Han Yichen narrowed his eyes, shook his head slightly, and said, "Judging from her pulse, her physical condition is very good, and there is nothing wrong."
"Let me try too..." Xuanming stroked his gray beard, then walked to the bedside and took Hua Qingcheng's pulse.
However, after a moment, Xuan Ming also looked puzzled, because his diagnosis was exactly the same as Han Yichen's, that is, there was nothing wrong with Hua Qingcheng's body.
“Cough cough cough…”
Just when Xuanming was puzzled, Hua Qingcheng, who was lying on the bed, suddenly woke up and sat up.
She opened her dazed eyes and looked at everyone with a bit of bewilderment: "Second Master, Li Ge, A Chen, why are you surrounding me? And why am I here?"
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