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

At this moment, she felt a sudden cool tingling sensation in her body.

It was as if the flood that had not yet poured out finally had a new breakthrough and suddenly began to pour out.

This made Jiang Sile breathe a sigh of relief.

'At least...he won't die this time'

Just like that, Jiang Sile's whole body suddenly relaxed, and his whole heart sank, as if he had entered that dark, yet peaceful and sweet dreamland.

……

The moonlight shines dimly under the tall old tree in the temple. The lights in the pharmacy have been blown out. The entire Qingyang Temple has fallen silent. The young novices and monks on the monk's bed quietly closed their eyes and fell asleep. .

There was only a little light in the temple shrouded in the night, but the light was very inconspicuous, just like an unburned ember under the sea of ​​stars.

Through the hazy window screen, you can vaguely see the dying woman on the hospital bed. She is shivering all over and curled up in the man's arms, as if she has some serious illness.

The flames in the lantern were swaying, as if the dancer was dancing solo in the lantern. The whole room was filled with her dancing shadow, faint and dimly visible.

But there was no one in the room to appreciate this beautiful dance like a flying swallow.

At this time, A Yishi's whole heart was focused on Jiang Sile. His expression was haggard, his complexion was dull, his lips were dry, and his hair was messy. Only his eyes were shining, and the light was staring at the person who had just stopped. Jiang Sile, trembling and sleeping peacefully.

'If...if I hadn't offered to let Anle go up the mountain...she wouldn't be like this...'

A Yishi held Jiang Sile with both hands, put her back on the bed with gentle eyes, and gently covered her with a quilt.

'If it weren't for me, Anle... Anle wouldn't be in this dangerous situation'

Ayi couldn't stop blaming himself. His eyes were red and bloodshot, and he looked very haggard.

Every time its heart beats, it adds a touch of bitterness, a touch of self-blame and sadness.

Regret washed through his fragile and bitter heart like a flood.

"Tomorrow is the third day. There is still one day left. Anle... Anle will wake up." Ayi was full of hope and looked deeply at Jiang Sile, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed. His hand was holding Anle's hand. The whole person was sitting beside the bed, guarding her quietly.

……

The golden sunlight shines into the old quiet room, adding a bit of magnificence and fantasy to the simple furnishings, just like the exquisitely carved and graceful strokes of figures on the old walls, adding a touch of splendor and fantasy to the entire quiet room. , the entire Buddhist temple has added a bit of brilliance.

At this time, the novice novices had already been called up, and their round little heads were crowded in the cafeteria, waiting to fill their empty stomachs.

Old monk Yuanli woke up early in the morning. He called his junior brother Yuanyi, who was the only one who knew about the matter. He took the porridge, soup and noodles and put them in an exquisite wooden box. Yuanyi carried them. They were going to make a special meal today. Send it personally to the noble man in the quiet room.

Yuan Ping was also called over by the host to review the noble man's condition today.He didn't dare to go in directly, fearing that he would be rude, startle the nobleman, and cause some discomfort.

So he sat in the courtyard of the quiet room, holding the doctor in one hand and looking at the ants on the ground boredly, waiting for the host to come so that they could go in together.

After a while, Yuanli and Yuanli arrived at the door of the quiet room.

The old host Yuanli walked steadily ahead with a kind face.The younger Yuan Yi was smiling and holding a food box in one hand, following Yuan Li. He saw Yuan Ping sitting in the courtyard, and greeted him with a smile: "You came earlier, but you had breakfast." ?”

Yuanping stood up quickly and replied to Yuanyi: "Eat, thank you for your trouble, uncle..." Yuanping not only respected Yuanyi, who always greeted people with a smile and didn't treat them harshly. I like talking to him.Only Yuan Yi, who is kind to others, is willing to listen to his ramblings on medical skills.

"Well, let's go in then."

Seeing that the two of them were getting along well, Yuan Li couldn't help but nodded, touched his beard and said.

The three of them opened the door, and the sunlight finally entered the room. It poured onto the ground, coating the ground with a thick layer of golden light.

When Ayi heard someone pushing the door open, he subconsciously touched the knife at his waist.

He squinted his eyes, and after seeing three monks, he lowered his guard and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone." A Yishi stood up and nodded to them.

"Donor, please have some breakfast. Yuan Ping, you go and see that noble man."

Yuan Ping nodded to the host, walked to the bedside with the medical box in his hand and sat down. After putting down the medical box, he began to hold his breath and meditate, and felt Jiang Sile's pulse.

Old monk Yuanli nodded kindly. Yuanyi wanted to put down the food box in his hand on the table, but as soon as he approached the table, he immediately frowned and complained: "Where did the candle come from? This drop Everywhere."

His complaint reminded A Yishi and Yuan Li. Their hearts skipped a beat and they hurriedly walked to the table.

The simple peach wood table is covered with milky white and light cyan candle traces. In the center of those wax tears, there is a little light black dust-like thing.

Ayi touched it with his index finger, then put his finger in front of his nose and smelled it for a moment, then said, "It should be the last wick."

Then he asked doubtfully, his expression and emotion unclear in his brown eyes.

"At that time... was it already burned out?"

Ayi was asking about Yuanli.

Because at that time he was so worried about An Le that he had no time to take care of these details, or even if he remembered, he probably had forgotten about it when he was taking care of An Le these days.

There were only three people in the quiet room at that time.

Apart from the unconscious Jiang Sile and himself, only the old monk Yuanli was left.

Yuan Li nodded and said clearly and clearly: "Yes... the candle was already burned out when the nobleman was unconscious..."

His voice was clear but trembling, as if he was recalling something extremely weird, more like he was frightened by that memory.

"This...this isn't right...how could the candle burn so fast?"

Yuanyi's eyes widened and she couldn't close her mouth as she looked at the tabletops covered with wax tears.

It was said that he had already seen the noble man's magical power, but now this scene... was extraordinary in every way, and even a little strange.

A Yishi also looked at Yuan Li and nodded in agreement with Yuan Yi's guess.

"Indeed, this is too abnormal... Would this candle burn so fast normally?" Ayi raised doubts.