In the barren years, the smoke from the fire in the shed rose into the sky and disappeared into the dense bamboo forest.

If you don't look down, you can't see the bamboo shed in the middle of the bamboo forest, let alone the two peerless people living inside.

"How is he?" A man in a green robe and long gown has walked into the bamboo forest. His eyebrows are as sharp as swords and he looks at the man in white sitting in the yard. The man in white has black silk tied behind his head and is reading a yellowed book in his hand.

Hearing the man's voice, the man in white raised his eyes slightly, and when he looked over, a clear light flashed in his eyes.

"According to your method, it's fine now." The man's voice is clear, like the lightness of a stream lapping through the cracks in the stone.

"I came here today to compose a new prescription." The man in green robe sat opposite the man and took out a sealed envelope from his sleeve: "Fighting poison with poison is extremely risky."

The man in white took a look and didn't take it.

"You know my temper." Qinglong's voice was indifferent, as if he had seen through everything in the world: "If you don't use this method, I will use it myself. It's not a solution for Zhuque to sleep all the time."

"You are his brother, so you dare to say so, you must be sure?" Xizhao took the envelope: "I'm sure it's safe."

"You're not afraid." Qinglong determined: "Zhuque must not be afraid either."

"You know him?" Xizhao's voice became a little strange, but it sounded normal.

Qinglong was silent for a while, and suddenly chuckled: "In this demon sect... no, in this world, I am afraid that no one understands him except me."

Xizhao turned two pages of the book, stood up suddenly, and threw the book down: "I will take care of this matter, so I won't send you off."

Xizhao was so cold and still ordered to leave. Qinglong shook his head, stood up, and left without any displeasure.

In the bamboo house, the beautiful person like a painting was now wearing underwear and lying on the bed. Her closed eyes reflected her long, thick and curly eyelashes.

Xizhao walked closer, sat beside Qi Yan's bed, and looked at his beautiful face quietly.

"I know you like red." His voice sounded as soft as running water: "If you don't wake up, I won't let you wear red."

He said this day and night, but every day he didn't get the result he wanted.

He didn't wake up, and he never woke up.

The poisonous sword hurt his heart. Although he has recovered under Qinglong's treatment, when he will wake up is an unsolved mystery.

Xi Zhao took Qi Yan back to the bamboo forest, just to give him a better environment to recuperate... But this disease seems to have nothing to do with the environment. Sighing softly, Xi Zhao reached out and stroked Qi Yan's cold cheek.

His cheek was as delicate and soft as a peeled egg. He didn't look as tough as a man, but he had his own charm.

"Wake up soon, and I will take you to eat some cold cake."

Xi Zhao still remembered that when he met Qi Yan for the first time, he ate some cold cake but had no money, so he just pulled someone on the street to pay for it. It turned out that the person being pulled was himself. If it weren't for him...

Xi Zhao's eyes darkened. If it wasn't for him, then the things that happened later might not have been so many hardships.

Thinking of the new prescription sent by Qinglong, Xi Zhao sighed, took it out from his sleeve, took it out, and opened it beside the bed.

The several medicinal materials listed on it are all highly poisonous, and even some herbs are rare in the world. Xi Zhao thought about it, stood up, went to the table next to him, picked up a pen to write a letter, and sent it away by pigeon.

In the inner courtyard of the imperial palace, Baihu took the note from the secret guard, and after reading the contents carefully, his brows slightly frowned. After thinking for a long time, he still ordered people to go to the treasury to take out some top-grade medicinal herbs.

"Send them to the bamboo forest carefully, and don't make any mistakes."

After giving the order, Baihu sighed. Zhuque didn't wake up for a while, and he couldn't let go of one thing.

"Your Majesty, the concubine is about to give birth..."

Baihu raised his eyebrows. If he didn't pay attention, he would still think that he was the white tiger guardian of the demon sect, and the royal family's surname had long been abandoned.

But the concubine gave birth to a child...

Baihu didn't have the joy of being a father, but pondered and didn't move.

I'm afraid that the harem and the front court will be in an uproar.

"Let's go and have a look." Baihu stood up and took two steps before saying, "I won't turn over the cards tonight, but go to Rong Zhaoyi's place."

The emperor went to the enemy of the concubine on the night when the concubine gave birth to a child. It was really a joke to others.

This was another trivial matter, which had nothing to do with the rivers and lakes or the bamboo forest.

In the bamboo forest, the thick fog dissipated again overnight, and the bamboo forest road was vaguely stepped on. The muddy road was wet with dew, and the shoes became a little dirty.

"Your broken place is a treasure." Xuesha sat in the bamboo forest courtyard, and the stone bench was also damp. Xi Zhao did not even invite him to sit in.

"If you don't want to come, why bother coming?"

"Is your place a good place to treat Zhuque?" Xuesha frowned: "If so, I will take him to a better place for treatment."

"Don't bother with you." Xizhao said indifferently, as if he didn't want to pay attention to Xuesha.

Xuesha was not in a hurry, he stood up and was about to enter the bamboo house, but was blocked by Xizhao.

"Just sit outside the house, there's no need to go inside."

"Are you going to stop me?" Xuesha sneered: "You are afraid you want to spar with me?"

"Sorry for disturbing Yan." Xizhao waved his sleeves, unwilling to fight him, slightly turned sideways, and made way: "Keep your voice down."

Xuesha glared at him, snorted coldly, and stepped into the bamboo house.

The house was filled with a faint medicinal fragrance, not pungent, but refreshing. The house is not big, with three rooms inside and outside. The inner room is in the outer hall. Qi Yan is lying there at the moment, like a jade sculpture of ice.

Xue Sha approached the bed, looked at Qi Yan, frowned and sighed.

"Has it always been like this? There is no sound. If it weren't for the rise and fall of the chest, he would really be a frozen person."

"There must be a way to wake him up." Xi Zhao's voice was shallow but very firm.

"Is Qinglong coming?"

"Come every month."

Xue Sha sighed again and shook his head slightly at Qi Yan: "This stinky boy, he really thinks this is home, who else besides us pampers him like this? If he doesn't wake up, he really can't get married."

Xi Zhao tilted his head and glanced at Xue Sha inexplicably: "Why do you say that?"

"I told Qinglong and the others that Zhuque is destined to get married." Xuesha smiled bitterly and turned to walk out: "Forget it, it's annoying to see it, let's wait for him to wake up, and then I'll talk to him."

Xizhao didn't say anything, because Xuesha would probably be anxious and annoyed after seeing it, but there was nothing he could do.

As for the people from the Demon Sect, besides Qinglong who came every month, only Xuesha came every now and then. He knew Baihu. If the emperor left the palace, then the palace would be in chaos?

But there was only one person left...

Xizhao shook his head, of course he didn't know much about Xuanwu.