Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

There were only scattered wax tears on the table and a trace of black ashes from the wick.

Jiang Sile suddenly fell to the ground with a loud noise.This frightened A Yishi and old monk Yuanli, who were watching closely.

They stepped forward in panic. Ayi picked up Jiang Sile who fell on the ground. When he touched Jiang Sile's forehead, it was as cold as if there was a hole in the ice.

Monk Yuanli looked at this situation and his heart skipped a beat. He held Jiang Sile's hand with one hand and felt for his pulse.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Old monk Yuanli, who felt his pulse beating slightly, wiped the sweat from his head and gasped.

Ayi frowned, even so, Anle's situation was not good.

He asked Monk Yuanli, "Is there any doctor in the temple?"

"Yes, yes. The poor monk's nephew has extremely outstanding medical skills..." Yuan Li said quickly.He did not want this noble man to die in Qingyang Temple at this time.

Just as Yuan Li was about to go out and call for someone with medical knowledge, he suddenly caught sight of the burned out candle on the table that no one was paying attention to. He almost lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Ayi frowned and looked at him, and saw the burned out candle.

But he didn't think much and just said to Yuan Li, "Hurry up and call the doctor."

At this time, Yuanli didn't care about his fear and hurriedly rolled out of the quiet room's door.

In less than a stick of incense, the monk Yuanlihao returned to the quiet room with several bald monks and medicine boxes.

"Yuanping, come and show me."

Yuan Li managed to calm down and urged a young monk.The monk was dark-skinned, tall and strong, and was holding a medicine box in one hand.Hearing the host's urging, Yuanping quickly put down the medicine box, walked to the unconscious nobleman, and held the nobleman's wrist with one hand.The tentacles felt cold, which made Yuanping, who was originally disturbed and hurried over, frown.

Yuan Ping felt his pulse carefully, but felt that it was weak and not very life-like. He didn't bother to talk to the host for a few more words, so he hurriedly wrote down the prescription. Yuan Li quickly wrote it down with a piece of paper, and hurried to the temple pharmacy. Pick.

"The noble man's anger is weak, and the poor monk needs to use a needle to channel it. Please ask this benefactor and fellow disciples to wait outside the house."

A Yishi originally didn't want to leave the side of the now frail man, but Yuan Li pulled his sleeves and tried to dissuade him in every possible way. He was worried about An Le's health, so he had to leave the door.

After everyone left, Yuan Ping gave the noble man an injection with Yuan Li's care and help.

"In this way, it can be said to be barely alive. Host, just boil the medicine and give it to the noble lady, three times a day. You will be able to wake up within three days."

Yuanping wiped the sweat from his forehead.

On weekdays, he seldom used his medical skills. Now Yuanping felt that his medical skills were not as good as before. He was thinking in his mind that he should go down the mountain and travel more.

Hearing Yuan Ping's accurate words, Yuan Li breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, he almost thought that he and the entire Qingyang Temple were going to die here.Looking at the young man in front of him who was unaware of the danger, Yuan Li didn't know whether he was glad for his ignorance or worried about his own future.

"Okay, then you can go and rest. Remember to wait in the meditation room for the next few days. If your condition changes, you will need to worry more."

Yuan Ping clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, recited the Buddha's name silently, and walked out the door.

In the round ceremony, the hands are also folded, and Buddhist sutras are recited in the mouth to pray for the blessing and health of the noble person.

He walked to the bed and saw that the noble man's face was a little rosy and he was about to go outside to make some soup.

When he was walking to the door, Yuan Li looked back at the tabletop covered with candle tears and the last bit of wick dust from the ember. He stopped chanting and felt cold all over.He hurriedly walked out of the door, still reciting the Diamond Sutra plausibly.

On the other side, A Yishi was boiling medicine under the guidance of the little novice monk. He looked at the swaying light of the fire, his face was pale, and his expression was not much better than that of the unconscious Jiang Sile on the bed.

"Donor, let the novice monk in the courtyard handle this matter. Yuan Ping has just finished the injection. This medicine should be used three times a day. The noble man will be able to wake up in good health in three days at the latest."

Yuan Li walked to A Yi Shi's side and persuaded him.

"Excuse me, Master." A Yishi turned to look at the old monk Yuanli and bowed gratefully.

Yuanli was unwilling to accept this gift, but Ayishi insisted on it.

He put down the firewood in his hand, stood up and headed towards the quiet room.

Yuan Li looked at his figure and felt extremely sad. The poor pair of beauties were now in an extremely embarrassed state.

The little novice monk who was originally following Ayi looked at the fire sensibly, checking the boiling herbs from time to time.Yuan Li touched his head happily and said softly: "After brewing the medicine, take it to the quiet room. Do you understand?"

"Understood, host."

The little novice opened his innocent eyes, nodded and said.

"That's good..." Yuan Li said, minding his own business. He suddenly thought of the weird candle again, and felt a little frightened.

"We still need to find Junior Brother Yuanyi to go and have a look."

Yuan Li said this and left the pharmacy.

……

Jiang Sile felt dizzy and confused, as if someone had hit his head hard.There was also the sharp stinging sensation, the feeling of being torn from her body, which was almost painful enough to kill her.

The colorful images in his head were played randomly, like an overturned palette box or a malfunctioning radio.

The pictures include ancient ones and modern ones.

The scene where she first meets Green Bamboo on the first day of time travel...the scene where she practices ballet in front of the mirror in the modern dance studio...the night when she and Ayishi watch the stars together...

All the scenes, what happened, what didn't happen, modern, ancient, mixed together, mixed together.

It made Jiang Sile feel dizzy and his whole head felt extremely swollen and painful.

She saw the female ghost again, and...and the people who had died long ago, the people whose heads she had cut off.
The dead old emperor, the aggressive Concubine Cheng who was peeling off her face...the former 'boss' Sister Wang, her daughter who loved to dance...the refugees who once stopped the carriage, said they would protect her guards... …

Everything, everything, was playing in a loop before her eyes at the same time.

Jiang Sile only felt that he was a battery that had run out of power, but now it was running overloaded.

The head that was about to explode was as chaotic as a universe, containing everything.

But Jiang Sile felt vaguely in his heart that something unexpected was happening.

"If this continues, even if I don't die from dizziness, I will probably die from exhaustion."