Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 523 Absurd
"It's in the Yuchuan forest in Qianping, walking down the tributary of the Yushui River, halfway up the mountain." Bai Jingzhen's expression was as calm as usual, "In the small courtyard surrounded by ordinary rough wooden fences, there are five trees growing beside the courtyard. A half-dead old tree surrounded by people."

"Your Majesty, it is not difficult to find this place, as long as the person looking for it is a little more careful, it will be easy to find it."

Yuan Sui heard the words but didn't say anything, he just stared silently at the brocade quilt embroidered with bright yellow dragon patterns on the couch for a long while, and after a long time, he gave the beam a vague look.

Seeing this, the deceased member of the Tian family who was hiding on the beam understood this, and immediately rushed out of the emperor's bedroom with light hands and feet.

Bai Jingzhen only felt an extremely subtle, almost imperceptible rustling sound coming from above his head, and he couldn't help but slightly curled the corners of his lips when he heard this.

——He knew that this was the sound of the dead soldiers in the palace being ordered to leave the palace, and he could even guess which dead soldier in the inner court would be the one who received the order.

Each generation of Fuli emperors will raise 36 top dead soldiers in the imperial city.

The dead men who entered the palace have completely lost their names and surnames since then, except for a serial number that can be used to identify their identities, there will be nothing else.

Unless they can climb from 36 all the way to the top of the sky, and then stand out from the 36 dead soldiers, there is a slight chance to regain the title of the emperor.

Even back then, he lived an anonymous life for six full years.

The young man blinked his eyes slowly, Fuli's 36 dead men each had their own strengths, and the one who led the order to Yuchuan this time, nine out of ten, will be 21.

Although the order of 21 is not high, it is the person who is best at tracking, hiding, and spying among the dead men of this generation. If "Xiao" is the most outstanding scout team in the world, then 21 is the uncrowned king of scouts.

His lightness kung fu is excellent, it only takes at most three days and two nights to rush from the imperial capital of Fuli to Yuchuan, and this round trip will definitely not exceed seven days.

In other words, he only needs to wait patiently for another seven days.

After seven days, His Majesty will get the news brought back by 21, and he will be more at ease with him. At that time, when he removes most of the Tianjia eyeliner who is secretly staring at his words and deeds, he will have a chance to sneak out and carefully check the way. Shocked.

Bai Jingzhen tightened his fingers on his knee slightly, and what Mo Junli said to him that day lingered in his ears like a demon for a long time.

He couldn't help but think over and over again about the phrase "keep a few outhouses behind Princess Jingshu's back", and the phrase "stock up a few batches of people privately".

He knew that the young man who was as cunning as a thousand-year-old fox probably revealed this matter to him on purpose, and he knew that this matter was probably fraudulent...but he really couldn't help thinking about those words over and over again.

Such days made him struggle, and he felt as if he was going to be driven crazy, so he simply decided to take some time and call in one or two capable confidantes to investigate in private.

After all... Your Majesty wouldn't want to see the Yuan family fall into the hands of the Lu family, would he?

The young man comforted himself in this way, he found a reason, so he calmed down a little.

The emperor, who was leaning on the couch, was silent for a long time after seeing the dead soldier take orders to leave, until the unprovoked emotion in his chest was suppressed back to the depths of his soul, and then he waved his sleeves at Bai Jingzhen: "It's cool on the ground!" , don’t kneel down.”

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern. This servant is very frightened." The young man frowned and thanked him warmly. When he stood up, his unhealed right leg inevitably staggered again.

Seeing his movements from the corner of his eyes, Yuan Sui couldn't help sighing silently, and then waved to call the obedient palace maid waiting by the door: "Go and invite the imperial doctors on duty from the imperial hospital to show him his legs. .”

"Here." The servant girl responded with blessings, and then walked out of the emperor's bedroom in small steps.

Bai Jingzhen was not at all surprised by the emperor's move, he knew that he was such a suspicious person.

Just relying on what he said alone, of course, can't dispel his doubts, he must see the broken bone in his leg with his own eyes, and listen to the diagnosis of the imperial physicians before he can feel at ease.

The young man supported his knees and straightened his waist. Sometimes he felt that His Majesty was really tired from life.

In his world, it seems that the word "trust" has never appeared before.

Except for himself, he will not take the initiative to trust anyone in this world.

Including his courtiers, including his parents, and even including his sister, who is a compatriot, and his two biological daughters.

Bai Jingzhen quietly stared at the emperor on the couch, the majesty between his brows and eyes was still there, but his body was no longer as good as before.

The day-to-day toil since ascension to the throne and the years of intemperance have already hollowed out his foundation. He knows that he is close to the end of his life, and his age is only a few months away.

He was old, haggard, and out of shape. He looked at him in a bright yellow dark-striped jacket that was loosely draped over his body, and a skinny sternum was exposed from the collar.

His eye sockets were sunken, and the gray hair couldn't hide the freckles on the side of his face.

He was so depressed that he was no longer what he remembered.

Bai Jingzhen looked down at his fingertips. In his memory, Emperor Wen Yu seemed to be the young emperor who was full of ambition, decisive and ruthless. It was difficult for him to separate the half-hundred old man who was dying in front of him. The elements in his memory are connected together——

Everything is absurd for no reason.

The young man curled his fingertips, and the hem of his clothes was immediately twisted into several thin creases.

The little palace lady who had gone to invite the imperial physician earlier went back and forth, and with her came four or five imperial physicians who were on duty at the Imperial Hospital today, from the Dafang Department and the Orthopedic Department.

When the imperial doctors entered the room, they saluted and greeted the emperor politely, and after Dafangke's sage carefully asked for Yuan Sui's peace pulse, they turned around and surrounded Bai Jingzhen under the emperor's signal a circle.

Bai Jing really endured the subtle discomfort in his heart, let the imperial physicians ask for his pulse, feel his bones, a group of people took turns tossing and tossing, it took less than half an hour.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Bai's right leg was indeed broken when he touched a hard object such as a rock after falling from a height more than [-] years ago." Reporting the youth's injuries.

"Besides, the young master fell quite heavily this time, there may be stubbles on the broken bones that day."

"Fortunately, the person who made the bones was skillful, and he took out most of the fine bone stubbles in time. In addition, the son has practiced martial arts for many years, and his body is strong. Although the injury was serious, it did not leave too many hidden dangers."

"Now the young master's injury is nearly [-]% healed, and the remaining [-]% ​​needs to be rested properly, and then take a few soups and medicines to recuperate."

More than twenty years ago, this time was indeed right.

Yuan Sui closed his eyebrows and eyes calmly, the person who replaced his bone was skilled in technique, which is not different.

Most of the hunters who can live in the mountains for many years have a good skill in setting bones with one hand, and it is not so rare for a few of them to be able to perform surgery and stitch wounds.

So, Jing Zhen really rolled down from the Yuchuan forest that day?

　Mink, who is in a complicated mood, is going to play games

　　Goodbye
　　
　
(End of this chapter)