Chapter 65: Qin Qing Fruit Never Existed
Wen Lanzhi's illness has become more serious. She was just coughing a few days ago, but today she seems to have a fever.
She felt more and more that she was going to die.
She walked along the road towards the outside of the imperial city, and she didn't know where she was going.
Maybe find a house and wait for death.
Although Wu Ci Yan said that as long as he couldn't see her, he would keep looking for her.
But as long as he is not told where I am going, how can he find me?
She left a note, she wanted Wu Ciyan to know that she left in a graceful manner and was not dead.
She coughed twice more.
My throat hurts and my body feels heavy.
She felt she was terminally ill.
Is this the consequence of imbalance between yin and yang?
"Hey? Madam? So early?" The lady who was selling wontons called her over and asked, "Would you like to have a bowl of wontons?"
Wen Lanzhi shook her head.
She didn't bring any money; she forgot.
She wore the hairpin that was placed on the bedside table last night. It was given to her by Wu Ci Yan when she changed into her wedding dress the afternoon before yesterday.
She touched the sword at her waist again.
Wu Ciyan said that she used to be able to use sword, and she was so good at it that even the gods in heaven could not defeat her.
Maybe.
Wen Lanzhi didn't know.
Not now anyway.
"Hey..." The old lady looked at her strangely, not knowing whether to stop her and ask her clearly.
"Boss, give me a bowl of wontons!"
"Here you are!" The old lady looked at Wen Lanzhi again, turned around and went in to entertain the guests.
Wen Lanzhi had some questions to ask the parrots guarding the city gate, "Uh..." She couldn't quite tell their names.
But the parrot recognized her: "Madam! I am Parrot Fourteen."
"Oh," Wen Lanzhi asked, "Do you know of any abandoned houses nearby?"
Parrot Fourteen thought for a moment and pointed eastward, "Just keep going this way and you'll see it soon."
Wen Lanzhi responded again and walked in the direction of his finger.
Parrot Fourteen scratched his head and looked at Wen Lanzhi's back.
Wen Lanzhi found the abandoned house that Wu Shisi had mentioned, and lay down on the pile of hard straw, feeling very uncomfortable.
It doesn't matter, I'm going to die anyway.
She was so sad and wanted to cry.
If she had never met Wu Ci Yan, she wouldn't be so sad.
She no longer had any relatives, and she had originally thought that it didn't matter whether she was alive or dead.
But now, she is married and she has family.
She hid in the haystack, sobbing.
Suddenly, the door opened.
She opened her eyes and was shocked - Shan Hei!
Shan Hei, with a dusty face, pointed a knife at Wen Lanzhi and said, "Don't move."
Wen Lanzhi remembered that he had turned into silver and kept it in her purse. She even marked the silver and would never spend it.
She reached out and touched her purse, but she didn't know when it fell out.
Wen Lanzhi carefully touched the sword at her waist.
"Put down the sword!" Shanhei shouted.
Wen Lanzhi refused.
Shan Hei approached with a knife.
"Ugh..." His chest was suddenly pierced by a branch.
Wen Lanzhi quickly drew her sword and deflected his knife.
He was no longer able to fight back and fell down, revealing Wu Ci Yan not far behind him.
Wen Lanzhi trotted forward, thinking he was going to ask "Are you okay?", but she heard him say, "I saved you."
Wen Lanzhi: "...Uh, thank you."
Wu Ciyan: "I came to repay my gratitude."
Wen Lanzhi: “…”
She pushed him, turned her back and burst into tears.
Because he was worried, Parrot Fourteen, who had followed secretly, quietly retreated and helped close the door.
Wu Ciyan tied the purse back around her waist and asked, "What's the matter?"
Wen Lanzhi cried, "I'm about to die, and you don't care about me at all..."
Wu Ciyan turned his back and rolled his eyes, "Why don't I care about you?"
Not caring about her, but afraid that she would be sad, so he kept following her and didn't dare to go up and disturb her?
As for the fact that he racked his brains to steal her purse, release Shanhei, and act out a heroic act of saving the damsel in distress?
Wen Lanzhi said, "You've always disbelieved what that Taoist priest said, but I've been coughing since the past few days. You said it would get better soon, but it hasn't. When I woke up this morning, I felt really uncomfortable... and had a slight fever... I might really be dying, Wu Ciyan... I'm going to die..."
She squatted down, "Do you have anything else to say to me? I, I will remember it."
Wu Ciyan: “…”
I fell ill a few days ago, and that was definitely because Wen Lanzhi frightened herself sick due to her wild thoughts.
As for the worsening of his condition last night, it wasn’t because… because… because… because… forget it.
Wu Ciyan held her shoulders and said, "I asked Wu Twelve to find you a more powerful doctor...er, no, a Taoist priest. He's very powerful. I competed with him and his magic is quite good. He is definitely better than that scammer...that Taoist priest before. Let's go back and lie down. Let him come in and take a look at that yin and yang thing for you, okay?"
Wen Lanzhi wiped away her tears, "Really?"
Wu Ciyan said: "Yes, really, let's go, let's go back."
The two people went out, and a golden leaf floated down from above their heads and landed on Wen Lanzhi's hand.
Wu Ciyan draped his coat over Wen Lanzhi. He had taken it with him when he went out. He had originally taken it for himself, but he felt it was a bit indecent to go out on the street in his pajamas.
But I was in such a hurry along the way that I didn’t have time to put it on.
Because Wen Lanzhi was sick, I lent it to her.
It doesn't matter if he is unsightly.
She ran out in a fever and fell on the thatch, getting her clothes and hair dirty. She was unhappy and insisted on taking a bath.
Okay, let’s take a shower.
As a result, I felt even sicker after taking a bath.
Wu Ci Yan had the table moved to her bed, letting her lean on the table to cough, while he used magic to dry her hair from behind.
It’s only September 13th, are we going to burn charcoal?
It’s not impossible, if Wen Lanzhi is cold.
The hair dried soon. Wu Ci Yan helped her lie down and the doctor came in.
The doctor was ordered to come in dressed in the clothes of a charlatan and carrying a medicine box.
He was about to step forward to take the patient's pulse when he was suddenly stopped by Wu Ci Yan.
Oh, yes, yes, Lord Parrot Twelve gave him a long poem, and he spent a long time memorizing it. But he also paid a lot of money. He really hoped that Lord Parrot Twelve would give him something to memorize every day and then pay him.
As a doctor, he is very fast at carrying things.
He said, "When Tai Chi moves, it gives rise to Yang. When movement reaches its extreme, it becomes still. When stillness reaches its extreme, it gives rise to Yin. When stillness reaches its extreme, it again moves. I come from a place of extreme Yin, and have come here to teach the theory of Yin and Yang. It is to govern Yang with Yin, and Yin with Yang, that harmony may be achieved."
Wen Lanzhi sat up and said, "The Taoist priest can see yin and yang."
The doctor said, "I know a thing or two."
Do you only know a little bit?
Wen Lanzhi was a little disappointed.
But let's give it a try. What if it works?
She said, "Then let me see it, Taoist priest."
The doctor stepped forward and said, "Madam, please hold out your hand."
Wen Lanzhi stretched out her hand.
The doctor put his hand on her wrist.
The illness is quite serious, but fortunately, they are all common diseases and can be cured.
He bowed and was about to speak when Wu Ci Yan suddenly glared at him.
Doctor: “…” Should I say it?
I remembered that Parrot Twelve had told me to say nice things and to tell him if I had any illness.
OK!
He said, "Madam, you are in good health and have no serious illness. Although you have a bit of Yin Qi, I, uh... I will take out the Lingzhi Baiyue Grass that I have treasured for a long time. If you take it regularly, you will definitely recover. Also, you should rest regularly, work less, and avoid overthinking and overexerting yourself."
Wu Ciyan nodded with satisfaction.
This doctor is quite knowledgeable. I will go to him next time.
Wen Lanzhi asked, "Ganoderma lucidum Hundred Moon Grass? What is that?"
What is that...
The doctor doesn't know either, he just made it up.
Wen Lanzhi: "Can you let me see it?"
Doctor: "...No, this magical herb will not work if someone sees it."
Wen Lanzhi: "Oh... OK!"
The doctor went downstairs to prepare medicine.
The doctor didn’t understand, but he cooperated.
Wu Ciyan helped Wen Lanzhi lie down, "Did you hear that? The doctor told you to have a good rest. Don't think too much, you will definitely recover."
Wen Lanzhi nodded. If she could recover, she certainly didn't want to die.
She grabbed Wu Ciyan's hand and said, "Then I'll sleep for a while..."
Lanhua originally wanted to go in and ask Wen Lanzhi when she would go back to Wencheng with him, but early in the morning, she heard that her master was ill.
Well, we'll just have to wait.
He sent another Feishu letter.
Not long after, I received a letter from my master.
Xuezhi: If she doesn't want to come, then don't come. Don't force her. Come back quickly.
Lanhua scratched her head...
No, he decided to wait.
Seeing that Wen Lanzhi had fallen asleep, Wu Ci Yan found a few people to take care of her and went to heaven himself.
Murong slumped on the bed in the bedroom, with a jar of wine on the bedside.
She had originally planned to have a hangover and take a good rest tomorrow and not worry about anything else.
But no, there is something very important tomorrow. This last thing must be done well. If I can't do it well, how can I become the Emperor of Heaven?
When Wu Ci Yan came, she was leaning on the windowsill admiring the flowers and plants outside.
Murong didn't avoid him and let him in directly.
Wu Ciyan pulled a chair over and sat not far from her.
Murong turned her head and hit the wall gently, again and again.
Murong asked, "Wu Ciyan, do you know what the Qinqing Fruit looks like?"
Wu Ciyan said, "It has changing colors and strange shapes."
Murong smiled, shook her head, and said, "He... is very tall, very tall."
She pointed to her chest and said, "It's much taller and bigger than me."
Wu Ciyan looked at her suspiciously, "What do you mean?"
Murong took a deep breath and exhaled. She took the wine from the bedside, held it in her arms, and put it down again.
She couldn't allow herself to get drunk.
Murong: "There is no Qinqing Fruit in this world. The Qinqing Fruit I found was condensed by my brother using magic. He packaged it in the shape of Qinqing Fruit and sent it to me so that I could eat it without any burden."
She scooped up a ball of air with both hands and said, "I picked up the Qinqing fruit and ate it without thinking."
She said: "Making Qinqing Fruit requires not only magic, but also love. He loves me, so he will break his vow for me."
Murong leaned her head against the wall. "My mother said that based on my merits, I should have been included in the immortal class long ago, but the gods in heaven wouldn't allow it. My brother couldn't stand it, so he wanted me to become an immortal through cultivation. That way, the gods wouldn't be able to stop me."
Murong wiped away the tears from her eyes. "After he broke his vows for me, he became possessed. He was afraid I would find out, so he moved to the immortal mountain. He repeatedly assured his parents and relatives that he could handle it. But just a few days ago, his magic was disrupted, his heart and lungs ruptured, and he didn't have much time left."
She burst into tears: "He stood at the gate of my palace and said that he missed me. He was very strange at that time. His hands were shaking. He never said that he missed me. Why didn't I ask more at that time... Why didn't I ask..."
Murong: "I thought... he didn't love me."
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